<?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-6041374743638145909</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:09:11.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deliz Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Three's not a crowd...it's an adventure</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1895587891495753552</id><published>2012-01-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:10:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Christmas at my sisters house with games for everyone...below is a picture of a cute game I think is called Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer that my sister U'i did. And a shmorgas board of presents for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAouerpUAS8/Tw85PpGMJpI/AAAAAAAABk0/XaCp5WVCoiA/s1600/DSC_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696834994539603602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAouerpUAS8/Tw85PpGMJpI/AAAAAAAABk0/XaCp5WVCoiA/s320/DSC_4108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D37B5dilzNo/Tw85PU0UnmI/AAAAAAAABkk/ZkVVUOTKHUo/s1600/DSC_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D37B5dilzNo/Tw85PU0UnmI/AAAAAAAABkk/ZkVVUOTKHUo/s1600/DSC_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696834989095951970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D37B5dilzNo/Tw85PU0UnmI/AAAAAAAABkk/ZkVVUOTKHUo/s320/DSC_4080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a PCC night with the family while my brother and nephew were visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b456VUNozaE/Tw85PGq3oSI/AAAAAAAABkc/rXaGC6b7-So/s1600/DSC_4047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696834985298207010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b456VUNozaE/Tw85PGq3oSI/AAAAAAAABkc/rXaGC6b7-So/s320/DSC_4047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mg1zP-fLfc/Tw85OwX7skI/AAAAAAAABkQ/VpKImXtT_Ws/s1600/DSC_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gil entered yet another car show and walked away with 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mg1zP-fLfc/Tw85OwX7skI/AAAAAAAABkQ/VpKImXtT_Ws/s1600/DSC_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696834979313201730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mg1zP-fLfc/Tw85OwX7skI/AAAAAAAABkQ/VpKImXtT_Ws/s320/DSC_3742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take our own pictures for a Christmas card this year. We had a few ok ones but I was&lt;br /&gt;to lazy to actually download and print them out. A decision I regret. I'll just have to make one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtIQmbS5b4/Tw83eqyTOsI/AAAAAAAABkE/fobsWFn4Q90/s1600/DSC_3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696833053667834562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtIQmbS5b4/Tw83eqyTOsI/AAAAAAAABkE/fobsWFn4Q90/s320/DSC_3949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugqsTzu0Yn8/Tw83ef49d0I/AAAAAAAABj4/LlQj2OAUVVQ/s1600/DSC_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696833050742978370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugqsTzu0Yn8/Tw83ef49d0I/AAAAAAAABj4/LlQj2OAUVVQ/s320/DSC_3909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GVLScvs_-I/Tw83dVs-FNI/AAAAAAAABjw/3i73JI1WMoE/s1600/DSC_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696833030828463314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GVLScvs_-I/Tw83dVs-FNI/AAAAAAAABjw/3i73JI1WMoE/s320/DSC_3891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXICDIG8w/Tw81_tFM0tI/AAAAAAAABi8/n1SHzPBd-F0/s1600/DSC_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGww3VKusBU/Tw83c398x7I/AAAAAAAABjg/QZKn9dAPjB0/s1600/DSC_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696833022846617522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGww3VKusBU/Tw83c398x7I/AAAAAAAABjg/QZKn9dAPjB0/s320/DSC_3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o1sqfxnsWs/Tw83c6qj2PI/AAAAAAAABjU/Cio1m8Lifxs/s1600/DSC_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696833023570598130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9o1sqfxnsWs/Tw83c6qj2PI/AAAAAAAABjU/Cio1m8Lifxs/s320/DSC_3575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a "flocked" tree this year. It is beautiful but is also quite messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_nWZr1wYII/Tw81_yJAUyI/AAAAAAAABjM/4Cwi1cT5cHs/s1600/DSC_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696831423554540322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_nWZr1wYII/Tw81_yJAUyI/AAAAAAAABjM/4Cwi1cT5cHs/s320/DSC_3585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered a new and fun game to play with my family...Qwirkle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXICDIG8w/Tw81_tFM0tI/AAAAAAAABi8/n1SHzPBd-F0/s1600/DSC_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696831422196404946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXICDIG8w/Tw81_tFM0tI/AAAAAAAABi8/n1SHzPBd-F0/s320/DSC_3560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGwaJnDC4Sg/Tw81-Dz0U0I/AAAAAAAABi0/neWaWV3frlE/s1600/DSC_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Halloween with my ODST Man, dinosaur and baby Ava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGwaJnDC4Sg/Tw81-Dz0U0I/AAAAAAAABi0/neWaWV3frlE/s1600/DSC_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGwaJnDC4Sg/Tw81-Dz0U0I/AAAAAAAABi0/neWaWV3frlE/s1600/DSC_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696831393937773378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGwaJnDC4Sg/Tw81-Dz0U0I/AAAAAAAABi0/neWaWV3frlE/s320/DSC_3559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Dezi's 4th birthday at the pool with my family and at Chuck E. Cheese with Gil's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4fyPVuBKhM/Tw81-Dis8hI/AAAAAAAABig/BonGa-nKSvE/s1600/DSC_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696831393865986578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4fyPVuBKhM/Tw81-Dis8hI/AAAAAAAABig/BonGa-nKSvE/s320/DSC_3435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nke6Ex00JA/Tw81968WiWI/AAAAAAAABiY/OqDfNQLmlHc/s1600/DSC_3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696831391557650786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nke6Ex00JA/Tw81968WiWI/AAAAAAAABiY/OqDfNQLmlHc/s320/DSC_3333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to hoping this new year will be even better than the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6041374743638145909-1895587891495753552?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1895587891495753552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1895587891495753552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1895587891495753552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1895587891495753552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-past.html' title='Days past...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAouerpUAS8/Tw85PpGMJpI/AAAAAAAABk0/XaCp5WVCoiA/s72-c/DSC_4108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7911756385492383305</id><published>2011-12-14T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:14:20.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming our princess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvbhvd2_qtI/TuholSoazMI/AAAAAAAABiM/cEv29YWuMHI/s1600/DSC_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685909519421066434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvbhvd2_qtI/TuholSoazMI/AAAAAAAABiM/cEv29YWuMHI/s320/DSC_3064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGeb2SLsEQM/Tuhok4IwBDI/AAAAAAAABiA/d2FTvow0920/s1600/DSC_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGeb2SLsEQM/Tuhok4IwBDI/AAAAAAAABiA/d2FTvow0920/s1600/DSC_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685909512308917298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGeb2SLsEQM/Tuhok4IwBDI/AAAAAAAABiA/d2FTvow0920/s320/DSC_3029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eG_f_8T6Qb4/TuhokRi4qVI/AAAAAAAABh0/Uj6-mtDpeO4/s1600/DSC_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eG_f_8T6Qb4/TuhokRi4qVI/AAAAAAAABh0/Uj6-mtDpeO4/s1600/DSC_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685909501949552978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eG_f_8T6Qb4/TuhokRi4qVI/AAAAAAAABh0/Uj6-mtDpeO4/s320/DSC_3047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5QSl30_RU/TuhokJI20KI/AAAAAAAABho/AiPNa1PJ06E/s1600/DSC_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685909499692896418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5QSl30_RU/TuhokJI20KI/AAAAAAAABho/AiPNa1PJ06E/s320/DSC_3053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7911756385492383305?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7911756385492383305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7911756385492383305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7911756385492383305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7911756385492383305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcoming-our-princess.html' title='Welcoming our princess...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvbhvd2_qtI/TuholSoazMI/AAAAAAAABiM/cEv29YWuMHI/s72-c/DSC_3064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2690188976098086908</id><published>2011-12-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:02:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Ava...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-MAHzrMe4A/TuheFNDGEFI/AAAAAAAABhc/F8J3TtWwjQE/s1600/DSC_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our baby girl that we've been waiting for what seems like forever has finally joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;These are little facts about her and some of my thoughts. Some of the pictures are sideways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't turn them right side up so you'll just have to turn your head. Sorry! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've also tried to fill the huge gaps with little tid bits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx0XOURbHxY/TuheEfxHSFI/AAAAAAAABhE/4r8NU7GZl5A/s1600/DSC_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-MAHzrMe4A/TuheFNDGEFI/AAAAAAAABhc/F8J3TtWwjQE/s1600/DSC_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685897973050249298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-MAHzrMe4A/TuheFNDGEFI/AAAAAAAABhc/F8J3TtWwjQE/s320/DSC_3069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her name: Ava (&lt;em&gt;A name we've had picked out since before we knew what Dezi was&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kairi (&lt;em&gt;A name that Gil picked&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kaulalani (&lt;em&gt;Family name meaning: Heavenly strands woven together&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Deliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stats:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;br /&gt;4:53 am&lt;br /&gt;6 pounds 14 ounces&lt;br /&gt;19.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkj2E6P7NzM/TuheEh7HvgI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7xgkrhAnaQU/s1600/DSC_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685897961474080258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkj2E6P7NzM/TuheEh7HvgI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7xgkrhAnaQU/s320/DSC_3089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YuL7swXJ3A/TuheDP0vvuI/AAAAAAAABgs/xZIQvu8RCts/s1600/DSC_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Giving birth to her was a lot harder than Dezi. Although hers was shorter. Both were natural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She was rosy red all over and had a small pink bruise (&lt;em&gt;I called it a bruise&lt;/em&gt;) over her left eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She was perfect in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx0XOURbHxY/TuheEfxHSFI/AAAAAAAABhE/4r8NU7GZl5A/s1600/DSC_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685897960895236178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx0XOURbHxY/TuheEfxHSFI/AAAAAAAABhE/4r8NU7GZl5A/s320/DSC_3139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QRxQZ0wzsg/Tuhcy102WJI/AAAAAAAABgk/-xiQhd1V8Vk/s1600/DSC_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As soon as she came home she was a crier, and spitter-upper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We found out she was colic and has acid reflux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which explains why she has to be held 24/7 unless you wanted to hear her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcJcFwC1ljE/TuheDYPScZI/AAAAAAAABg8/A7HA4s0Uguo/s1600/DSC_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685897941694443922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcJcFwC1ljE/TuheDYPScZI/AAAAAAAABg8/A7HA4s0Uguo/s320/DSC_3158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUez8YP1gw/TuhcyRIPWBI/AAAAAAAABgU/ZNoQ9gM7xyM/s1600/DSC_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Yes she was born with all that hair! Which I have had fun putting bows and bands in already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first month was absolutely the hardest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chances are if she's not being held, she's not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YuL7swXJ3A/TuheDP0vvuI/AAAAAAAABgs/xZIQvu8RCts/s1600/DSC_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685897939435634402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YuL7swXJ3A/TuheDP0vvuI/AAAAAAAABgs/xZIQvu8RCts/s320/DSC_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She is getting better about not crying so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. I can talk to her in the mornings now and she will smile and coo.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s1600/DSC_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then it just goes down hill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She doesn't mind being in her swing so much now, as long as it moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QRxQZ0wzsg/Tuhcy102WJI/AAAAAAAABgk/-xiQhd1V8Vk/s1600/DSC_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685896558067210386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QRxQZ0wzsg/Tuhcy102WJI/AAAAAAAABgk/-xiQhd1V8Vk/s320/DSC_3272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. When she sleeps her right hand is always up by her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15. She sleeps almost through the night now. Nothing consistent. I keep trying though.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s1600/DSC_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. She doesn't take naps during the day. Unless I'm holding her, which is probably only about 30 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If I'm lucky she'll sleep in her swing...as long as it's moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s1600/DSC_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUez8YP1gw/TuhcyRIPWBI/AAAAAAAABgU/ZNoQ9gM7xyM/s1600/DSC_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685896548216428562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUez8YP1gw/TuhcyRIPWBI/AAAAAAAABgU/ZNoQ9gM7xyM/s320/DSC_3282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;18. Getting pictures of her not crying is rare. And when they happen of course I ONLY have my phone to catch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;19. She eats about every two hours with my milk and three with formula.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. As of right now she doesn't care for her brother much. Hopefully soon that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s1600/DSC_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s1600/DSC_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685896536921879682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQwt6J_GP3k/TuhcxnDaNII/AAAAAAAABgM/EVnU7YjId7k/s320/DSC_3290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. She loves being warm and having her blankets wrapped around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;22. She now sucks on her bottom lip like a pacifier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. She loves looking at lights and the wall words above our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-addgTzrVdWw/TuhcxA810PI/AAAAAAAABf8/KmR6orFeFXg/s1600/DSC_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-addgTzrVdWw/TuhcxA810PI/AAAAAAAABf8/KmR6orFeFXg/s1600/DSC_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685896526693781746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-addgTzrVdWw/TuhcxA810PI/AAAAAAAABf8/KmR6orFeFXg/s320/DSC_3492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY SWEET ANGEL!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsEjk16pWfo/TuhcwgvWcsI/AAAAAAAABfw/nCIBgASOSt0/s1600/DSC_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsEjk16pWfo/TuhcwgvWcsI/AAAAAAAABfw/nCIBgASOSt0/s1600/DSC_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685896518047265474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsEjk16pWfo/TuhcwgvWcsI/AAAAAAAABfw/nCIBgASOSt0/s320/DSC_3519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2690188976098086908?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2690188976098086908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2690188976098086908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2690188976098086908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2690188976098086908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-miss-ava.html' title='Little Miss Ava...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-MAHzrMe4A/TuheFNDGEFI/AAAAAAAABhc/F8J3TtWwjQE/s72-c/DSC_3069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2641167817096419437</id><published>2011-10-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:09:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said labor was hard work?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well who ever it was, was right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: &lt;/strong&gt;this is my pregnancy labor story so feel free to skip this post if it's not your cup of...blog! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started on a typical early Thursday morning. I got up as usual to take my early morning peepee at around 2:15am. This was totally a routine thing my body did every night at the same time. But as usual (and I don't know exactly why) I used the bathroom with out turning on any lights. I do however turn them on when I go to wash my hands. And boy did I get a BIG surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in the dark walking toward my sink area. I flip the switch...... turn around......and there it is. Staring at me with no care in the world. It watched me walk right pass him and was laughing that he might get away. A BIG B-52 dirty brown, poky legged, antenna swirling cockroach!!! I gasped loud, eyes wide open and feet frozen to the ground for a couple of seconds. Then I woke up my wonderful exterminating husband to handle his business. Whew...thank goodness he is dead. But now the real work begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the cockroach was killed and I was able to calm myself down, my contractions started at 2:30am. They aren't sore at all but are coming consistently 10 min. apart. This is when my doctor told me to go into the hospital. Mind you I was walking around at 5 cm since Tuesday. I wanted to make sure they were consistent enough to go to the hospital so I timed them for about 45min. We then grab bags, pack up Dezi (I did a quick spruce up) and off to my sisters house to drop him off. We left her house at about 3:30 and got to Queens just before 4am. At this time my contractions were painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We park in the garage (I didn't want Gil getting lost again), walk to the hospital, go through security, get to the room, I change, they check me and say "Oh your 7-8 cm." and then start to get everything ready. In the mean time my family comes (Dad, mom and sisters) and is trying to help me get through the really bad contractions that I was having. I didn't want the epidural so screaming was my other option. I have to say I did do ok. Way better than when I was in labor with Dezi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nurses kept calling my doctor but no answer. He tells me that his pager thing was on silent and didn't hear the vibration. His backup didn't come in time either so the resident doctor delivered me. He was quiet and quite frankly annoyed me because he was so quiet. He didn't really talk unless I asked him an outright question. I kept saying that I had to push because the pressure was coming on but they kept saying "no, don't push." After what seems like an eternity they finally give me the ok to push on my next contraction. So while the doctor is explaining to me what and how to push, I ask "Is there something there or is that her head I feel?" He looks at me (and in the video I see him barely put a finger inside) and says "Well, her head is right here but she's still in the sac so that's why your feeling so much pressure. The baby and the sac is putting pressure on you." He then tells me he's gonna pop it on the next contraction when I push. So on the next contraction I pushed two times and my little princess was born at 4:53am (though my mom will say it was 4:51) Sept. 22, 2011. Total labor was just shy of 2 1/2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had already had a name picked out for our little girl and was so excited to finally meet her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ava Kairi Kaulalani Deliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 lbs. 14 oz. 19 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tons of hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise pictures will come. But for now you'll have to enjoy her on facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/6041374743638145909-2641167817096419437?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2641167817096419437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2641167817096419437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2641167817096419437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2641167817096419437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-said-labor-was-hard-work.html' title='Who said labor was hard work?...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5912248185155931612</id><published>2011-08-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:05:10.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks...</title><content type='html'>I'm 32 weeks pregnant and have 8 more to go.... "technically". Lately I have been face booking my frustrations on how I have felt with this pregnancy and though all is true I don't mean to be negative about this pregnancy. So I feel the urge to put down on virtual paper my excitement about this tiny princess that will join our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful to have this opportunity to bring another life into this world and am over the moon that it is a girl! We both are. When she is not kicking or nudging my ribs and bladder I do enjoy feeling her move and squirm. We recently have pretty much finished her room so it has made it even more exciting for me. I traipse into her room and just look at it 50 times a day and imagine her laying in her crib or changing her on her pink polka dot changing table. I can't wait to smell that baby smell and see how incredibly small she will be. I can't wait to kiss all the little parts of her body and dress her in all the cute girly clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has been a rough ride (and still continues) but at the end of the day, I would do it all again just to know that she will be a part of our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5912248185155931612?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5912248185155931612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5912248185155931612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5912248185155931612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5912248185155931612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4886432789211489649</id><published>2011-07-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:21:06.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks...</title><content type='html'>So I'm a little over 28 weeks now and boy has it been an adventure so far. To commemorate this special occasion I've decided to list 28 things about my pregnancy that you may or may not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's a GIRL! (And we couldn't be happier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My nausea is all gone. (The first 4 months were torturous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a really bad sciatic nerve thing happening in my back, buttocks, and left leg...boy does that suck really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Happy to report no stretch marks yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At every recent appointment I have measured 2 cm over what I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At my last ultrasound which was this past Monday the nurse informed me that SHE is now&lt;br /&gt;a 2lb. 10 oz. little bundle of Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've gained a total of 7lbs. this whole pregnancy (Which in my mind doesn't sound right&lt;br /&gt;seeing as how I feel HUGE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In the beginning I lost about 9lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We've already named HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It's a GIRL!! (And we couldn't be happier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She is such a mover and kicker. (Waaaay more than Dezi ever was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have braxton hicks everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sometimes I have actual contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think she looks like Dezi. (I know I can't really tell but their ultrasound pictures look the&lt;br /&gt;same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I still have no cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I do have a sweet tooth though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I failed my first gestational diabetes test...... miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Took my second diabetes test and almost threw it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm still super, super tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. It's a GIRL!! (And we couldn't be happier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. She's starting to kick my ribs and stretch in opposite directions which really hurts&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Dezi has been really loving to my belly and baby sister. (That's what he says..."I love your&lt;br /&gt;belly and my baby sister.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. She LOVES to play kick ball with my bladder. (Don't ask how many accidents I've had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My Due Date is October 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'll probably give birth in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I am now seeing the doctor every two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I've had a couple of leg cramps...but luckily they haven't been bad.....yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did I mention that it's a GIRL!! And we really couldn't be happier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4886432789211489649?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4886432789211489649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4886432789211489649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4886432789211489649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4886432789211489649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8640635672643406503</id><published>2011-05-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:54:06.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter has come and gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;But this is how it went...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This year I was so behind in getting ready for Easter which included Dezi's Easter basket from the Easter Bunny! I got up early Sunday morning and bought what they had left of certain goodies then told Gil to put the basket together while Dezi and I went to church. He did an amazing job! I thought it would be the typical throw everything in the basket because he won't know the difference anyway kind of gift. But he even surprised me. He drew with special markers a picture that said Happy Easter Dezi, then had the basket waiting at the first landing with a trail of eggs leading to it. Dezi was thrilled and shocked as you can see from the photo. It was the cutest reaction and all worth the last minute run around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03bVvOPyGoI/Tc4V_rTXYcI/AAAAAAAABfk/xzOwY9umRyM/s1600/DSC_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606442769822736834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03bVvOPyGoI/Tc4V_rTXYcI/AAAAAAAABfk/xzOwY9umRyM/s320/DSC_1531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vqty8QpyJE0/Tc4V_YDObPI/AAAAAAAABfc/D-YKRRr7wmo/s1600/DSC_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sacrament we went to Grandma Deliz's house where he got an even bigger basket of goodies. I think the picture says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vqty8QpyJE0/Tc4V_YDObPI/AAAAAAAABfc/D-YKRRr7wmo/s1600/DSC_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606442764654767346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vqty8QpyJE0/Tc4V_YDObPI/AAAAAAAABfc/D-YKRRr7wmo/s320/DSC_1551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XsUtaM-ciDA/Tc4V_EYr5oI/AAAAAAAABfU/tgSplXriNAE/s1600/DSC_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dyed eggs with his cousin Jeremiah. And some of the adults as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XsUtaM-ciDA/Tc4V_EYr5oI/AAAAAAAABfU/tgSplXriNAE/s1600/DSC_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606442759376070274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XsUtaM-ciDA/Tc4V_EYr5oI/AAAAAAAABfU/tgSplXriNAE/s320/DSC_1538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9V-ZiiD330/Tc4V-wSdfPI/AAAAAAAABfM/iWTYONP1PaA/s1600/DSC_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came the egg hunt. At first he was looking only for the ones that he dyed but then&lt;br /&gt;gave up and started picking up all the eggs that he liked...with grandma's help. It was more&lt;br /&gt;exciting for me to see him so elated this year and into everything! Next year I will have to&lt;br /&gt;make even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9V-ZiiD330/Tc4V-wSdfPI/AAAAAAAABfM/iWTYONP1PaA/s1600/DSC_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606442753981250802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9V-ZiiD330/Tc4V-wSdfPI/AAAAAAAABfM/iWTYONP1PaA/s320/DSC_1563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jKClo6KoCg/Tc4V-l1ceSI/AAAAAAAABfE/V1ol82ymT-E/s1600/DSC_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9V-ZiiD330/Tc4V-wSdfPI/AAAAAAAABfM/iWTYONP1PaA/s1600/DSC_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day he didn't get to many eggs but I'm okay with that. He had fun and that's all that really matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jKClo6KoCg/Tc4V-l1ceSI/AAAAAAAABfE/V1ol82ymT-E/s1600/DSC_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606442751175194914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jKClo6KoCg/Tc4V-l1ceSI/AAAAAAAABfE/V1ol82ymT-E/s320/DSC_1569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jKClo6KoCg/Tc4V-l1ceSI/AAAAAAAABfE/V1ol82ymT-E/s1600/DSC_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8640635672643406503?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8640635672643406503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8640635672643406503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8640635672643406503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8640635672643406503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Easter has come and gone...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03bVvOPyGoI/Tc4V_rTXYcI/AAAAAAAABfk/xzOwY9umRyM/s72-c/DSC_1531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6915179575748178381</id><published>2011-05-08T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:37:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing MOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to the most amazing mom(s) I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciS9lHot5NA/TcdP2-j68UI/AAAAAAAABe8/ggLW6NzFL-I/s1600/075N3305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604536067211063618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciS9lHot5NA/TcdP2-j68UI/AAAAAAAABe8/ggLW6NzFL-I/s320/075N3305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My mom is literally the best mother I know. Just a few things I admire about her are her confidence, beauty, smile, LOVE, compassion and how hard working she is. I guess that's more than just a few but I couldn't stop. She never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always there for ALL her children. Even though we are grown and married and have started families of our own she is always there to spoil the grandchildren, listen to heart break, give loving advice, support her grandchildren in all their accomplishments.....did I mention she has 16 grandchildren? And is always there to lend a hand or two and maybe a foot or two as well when it comes to her children. Words cannot express how much I love this woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sisters and sister-in-law, each of you ladies have taught me how to be the best mom I can be. I love that we can share stories about our little ones and help one another out. You truly inspire me in different ways how to be a loving, kind, PATIENT, and lovingly but sternly teaching mom to my extra active little man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I leave with the famous words of our mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!&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/6041374743638145909-6915179575748178381?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6915179575748178381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6915179575748178381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6915179575748178381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6915179575748178381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/amazing-mom.html' title='Amazing MOM...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciS9lHot5NA/TcdP2-j68UI/AAAAAAAABe8/ggLW6NzFL-I/s72-c/075N3305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-682081707261348799</id><published>2011-05-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:52:53.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten little fingers, ten little toes. Boy or Girl? No one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've waited so long to hear what this little bundle of JOY is and now I can buy the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cutie&lt;/span&gt; little clothes that I want to for my little baby girl!! That's right...I'm having a GIRL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photo shoot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOzgzK1Ald0/TcQ7Dk3zzCI/AAAAAAAABes/3hMI_KiX6E8/s1600/48--50--74_20110503_Obst-__0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603668768979143714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOzgzK1Ald0/TcQ7Dk3zzCI/AAAAAAAABes/3hMI_KiX6E8/s320/48--50--74_20110503_Obst-__0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is looking from the bottom of her little bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hiI2VUnOoYs/TcQ7D-E8m3I/AAAAAAAABe0/TOUOBfr6p1c/s1600/48--50--74_20110503_Obst-__0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603668775745133426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hiI2VUnOoYs/TcQ7D-E8m3I/AAAAAAAABe0/TOUOBfr6p1c/s320/48--50--74_20110503_Obst-__0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she seems pretty excited to be part of our family too as she is giving her thumbs up of approval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are beyond thrilled and excited that words can't even express. Even Gil is on cloud nine but says he is also scared. Girls just don't run in his family of testosterone but I know he'll be the best daddy to his little princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; post will follow soon after but at least the thumb &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;twiddling&lt;/span&gt; can stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-682081707261348799?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/682081707261348799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=682081707261348799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/682081707261348799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/682081707261348799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby.html' title='My baby...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOzgzK1Ald0/TcQ7Dk3zzCI/AAAAAAAABes/3hMI_KiX6E8/s72-c/48--50--74_20110503_Obst-__0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2573987017146139100</id><published>2011-04-30T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:03:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any takers...</title><content type='html'>This coming Tuesday we find out what were having. If you would like to take a guess then leave a comment. I'm curious what peoples predictions will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2573987017146139100?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2573987017146139100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2573987017146139100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2573987017146139100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2573987017146139100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/any-takers.html' title='Any takers...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3809911536235792457</id><published>2011-04-19T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:12:14.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are lookin' up...</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I blogged I wasn't feeling very good and quite frankly wasn't lookin' very good either. But now things are "looking up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting outside regularly with the kids, my morning "all day" sickness has finally gone away in the past couple weeks and I'm not so tired anymore. Thank goodness for a wonderful family and a great husband. He's really been stepping it up around the house and being patient with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now that I'm feeling better he's been gone a lot, of course to do cars, but what can I do. It's a hot sizzling passion of his and he's good at it. He says it's his last but I won't hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....who wants to go out? Give me a call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3809911536235792457?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3809911536235792457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3809911536235792457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3809911536235792457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3809911536235792457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-are-lookin-up.html' title='Things are lookin&apos; up...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5476653093175866132</id><published>2011-03-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:05:18.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So guess what?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Pregnant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been such a roller coaster of different emotions but we're finally "adding" a new one to our family and are very thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We actually started thinking about having another baby soon after we moved into our new house. It was the hot topic of many conversations and we finally moved into action about April of 2010. After what I thought was &lt;em&gt;forever &lt;/em&gt;(cause to be honest when you decide to get pregnant you want it to happen like, NOW.), really only 4-5 months, we were pregnant! It was end of August if I remember correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was exciting but also the "Are we sure?" feeling came over me. We hit some really rough patches during this same time and I was nervous about everything that was happening in my life. Including the baby. After a couple of months of carrying the little one Heavenly Father decided that was it. According to my doctor the pregnancy wasn't normal to begin with and so my body started to reject it. I was absolutely crushed and had many nights where I cried silently to myself. After everything that I was going through I started to feel selfish. I put it all in the Lord's hands and thought I know it will happen when the time is right and the time just wasn't right. It was still very hard to let go but I knew I had another one to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We waited the long 2 month period and tried as soon as we got the go ahead. This time it was right away. After only a month of trying we were pregnant again and this time it was different. I wasn't nervous and we were both in a good place. I am now 14 weeks and showing as big as ever. My doctor said it's from my pregnancy with Dezi so not to be alarmed but for me it's more embarrassing. This time around is so different from Dezi so just for my purposes I'm listing them to actually compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DEZI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-very light all day sickness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-didn't really throw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-no food aversions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BABY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-very heavy all day sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-throw up and then some any/everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-major food aversions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(diet still consists of starches, plain starches.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-extremely tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-allergies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-colds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pregnancy is so different from Dezi that I'm hoping for a girl but of course as long as the baby is healthy that is all that matters. I've always said I wanted four and Gil has always said he wants two. Well he just might get what he wants.....MAYBE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5476653093175866132?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5476653093175866132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5476653093175866132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5476653093175866132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5476653093175866132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-guess-what.html' title='So guess what?...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5415022019539149197</id><published>2011-03-16T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:17:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have realized that there is just no way I can put each picture into it's own post.  I really could, however, it will be summer 2011 and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be posting on Christmas 2010.  So instead were taking a glimpse back in time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd-u1mGViJU/TYBuJ7nLeAI/AAAAAAAABec/8Q3ejdJZpSM/s1600/DSC_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We were able to go to the temple open house.  It was amazing for me, okay for Gil and hard not  to run for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dezi&lt;/span&gt;.  To be expected I guess.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dezi&lt;/span&gt; was not cooperative at all when we wanted to take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07ttwQCfYvY/TYBuKL4aHCI/AAAAAAAABek/dUtvLZ8HW7I/s1600/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584584659206544418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07ttwQCfYvY/TYBuKL4aHCI/AAAAAAAABek/dUtvLZ8HW7I/s320/DSC02331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axJRkK5_Ngo/TYBs8Oqp6lI/AAAAAAAABeU/hjJ5FQ-vdAc/s1600/DSC_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our First Christmas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our own home!  It was exciting and tiresome all at the same time.  I got to decorate how I wanted to and cook all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christmasy&lt;/span&gt; goodies but I was happy to relax and pause when it was all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd-u1mGViJU/TYBuJ7nLeAI/AAAAAAAABec/8Q3ejdJZpSM/s1600/DSC_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584584654839314434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd-u1mGViJU/TYBuJ7nLeAI/AAAAAAAABec/8Q3ejdJZpSM/s320/DSC_1358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz-S3TdhgB0/TYBs71ivK3I/AAAAAAAABeM/vztoCczqomU/s1600/DSC_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axJRkK5_Ngo/TYBs8Oqp6lI/AAAAAAAABeU/hjJ5FQ-vdAc/s1600/DSC_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583319924370002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axJRkK5_Ngo/TYBs8Oqp6lI/AAAAAAAABeU/hjJ5FQ-vdAc/s320/DSC_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smorgas&lt;/span&gt; board of great tasting food!  I made the banana pie...homemade of course and the cranberries.  They turned out pretty good if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz-S3TdhgB0/TYBs71ivK3I/AAAAAAAABeM/vztoCczqomU/s1600/DSC_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583313180273522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz-S3TdhgB0/TYBs71ivK3I/AAAAAAAABeM/vztoCczqomU/s320/DSC_1273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr_G8w576Gw/TYBs7QjKGcI/AAAAAAAABeE/ATIzZtj_ua8/s1600/DSC_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil's project...&lt;br /&gt;It seems to never end.  We bought this car cause he needed one but little did I know (although I should have known) it was going to be a big project.  He took the motor out, painted the engine bay, changed some motor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thingy's&lt;/span&gt;, put the motor back in, did body work, changed some car &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thingy's&lt;/span&gt; and has a garage full of inside and outside car stuff waiting to be put on as soon as the whole car is painted red.  It can't happen any sooner for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr_G8w576Gw/TYBs7QjKGcI/AAAAAAAABeE/ATIzZtj_ua8/s1600/DSC_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583303249926594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr_G8w576Gw/TYBs7QjKGcI/AAAAAAAABeE/ATIzZtj_ua8/s320/DSC_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2BYuvJpnxY/TYBs7OUwvqI/AAAAAAAABd8/fK5vuFzYwag/s1600/DSC_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Halloween...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We carved pumpkins, attended parties and did the whole trick or treating thing except &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dezi&lt;/span&gt; was not happy to be in a costume at all.  That's why I don't have  a picture of it.  I have pictures but none blog worthy.  He was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;air bender&lt;/span&gt; but didn't want any part of it.  Oh well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2BYuvJpnxY/TYBs7OUwvqI/AAAAAAAABd8/fK5vuFzYwag/s1600/DSC_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583302652673698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2BYuvJpnxY/TYBs7OUwvqI/AAAAAAAABd8/fK5vuFzYwag/s320/DSC_0954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfjSZeAXtw/TYBs6rBU4jI/AAAAAAAABd0/j4Mvmb2UAmI/s1600/DSC_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfjSZeAXtw/TYBs6rBU4jI/AAAAAAAABd0/j4Mvmb2UAmI/s1600/DSC_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583293175915058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfjSZeAXtw/TYBs6rBU4jI/AAAAAAAABd0/j4Mvmb2UAmI/s320/DSC_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our 2010 in a quick recap.  I know the pictures are out of order but I'm just lazy and down right tired right now to change it.&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/6041374743638145909-5415022019539149197?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5415022019539149197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5415022019539149197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5415022019539149197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5415022019539149197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07ttwQCfYvY/TYBuKL4aHCI/AAAAAAAABek/dUtvLZ8HW7I/s72-c/DSC02331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4819546492384940061</id><published>2011-02-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:39:38.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezi's 3rd Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dezi's birthday was October 28 and this year we did just a low key birthday.  Basically family and  a couple of friends.  We set up his water slide that he got from Uncle Glen last Christmas and Gil set up a super long slip n' slide for the older kids in the park next to my in-laws house.  Everyone had fun and just got to relax.  We did play a couple of games but for the most part it was a chill day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8gvd15rI/AAAAAAAABdo/vjTRH_YfHHA/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569330422392153778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8gvd15rI/AAAAAAAABdo/vjTRH_YfHHA/s320/DSC_0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gil connected a tarp to the slip n' slide to make it longer.  The kids were having a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8gGyMaMI/AAAAAAAABdg/ncMulx-w1zI/s1600/DSC_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569330411471661250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8gGyMaMI/AAAAAAAABdg/ncMulx-w1zI/s320/DSC_0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah this little innocent face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8f5rBwpI/AAAAAAAABdY/aoIraXED7Cg/s1600/DSC_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569330407951942290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8f5rBwpI/AAAAAAAABdY/aoIraXED7Cg/s320/DSC_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pinata never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8fo4K98I/AAAAAAAABdQ/Q04l5TM-0LY/s1600/DSC_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569330403443668930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8fo4K98I/AAAAAAAABdQ/Q04l5TM-0LY/s320/DSC_1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The kids gathering their spoils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo70LHpxHI/AAAAAAAABdI/in5NE8Txb44/s1600/DSC_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569329656721163378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo70LHpxHI/AAAAAAAABdI/in5NE8Txb44/s320/DSC_1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His theme was dinosaurs and so of course I had to make a dinosaur cake. I was so proud!  That's a volcano spilling lava if you couldn't guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zx8nLMI/AAAAAAAABdA/EZXz5kw0nxc/s1600/DSC_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569329649963969730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zx8nLMI/AAAAAAAABdA/EZXz5kw0nxc/s320/DSC_1078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zqLQJiI/AAAAAAAABc4/6t5kZZPuxZc/s1600/DSC_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zqLQJiI/AAAAAAAABc4/6t5kZZPuxZc/s1600/DSC_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569329647877891618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zqLQJiI/AAAAAAAABc4/6t5kZZPuxZc/s320/DSC_1123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may not seem like it but he did love his presents!  Especially since most of them were dinosaurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zT7IurI/AAAAAAAABcw/MMIEJPD5YQM/s1600/DSC_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569329641904716466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7zT7IurI/AAAAAAAABcw/MMIEJPD5YQM/s320/DSC_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7yxAj11I/AAAAAAAABco/DqIfbSE5bdU/s1600/DSC_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569329632532223826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo7yxAj11I/AAAAAAAABco/DqIfbSE5bdU/s320/DSC_1088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This birthday was bitter sweet for me.  I love that he is getting older and learning all these new things but I realized that he really no longer is my "baby."  All though he always will be my "baby" I'm so glad and proud of the little young man he is turning out to be.  We couldn't be any more proud of him and can't wait to see how he surprises us next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you Dezi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love, Mommy and Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4819546492384940061?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4819546492384940061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4819546492384940061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4819546492384940061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4819546492384940061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/dezis-3rd-birthday.html' title='Dezi&apos;s 3rd Birthday...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUo8gvd15rI/AAAAAAAABdo/vjTRH_YfHHA/s72-c/DSC_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5113874169790368579</id><published>2011-01-31T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:45:15.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days with the Deliz's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how we've been spending our days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_Xt0ZKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/Nab8-VdoYps/s1600/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559509679975170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_Xt0ZKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/Nab8-VdoYps/s320/DSC02261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_XcOsAbI/AAAAAAAABcU/gnrLnS_kz1g/s1600/DSC_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; At the park, because it's fun for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dezi&lt;/span&gt; and easy for mommy.  He loves going to the park to climb, jump, slide, run and just being a "BOY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_XcOsAbI/AAAAAAAABcU/gnrLnS_kz1g/s1600/DSC_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559504958423474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_XcOsAbI/AAAAAAAABcU/gnrLnS_kz1g/s320/DSC_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is really a big boy now.  He talks so much more now.  I can have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; conversations with him about absolutely nothing.  I used to complain that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whined&lt;/span&gt; all the time but now it's the attitude.  He rolls his eyes and his excuse for everything is "Mommy I tired.  I too tired."  He's been totally potty trained for a long time now, we're working on dressing himself, and loves to help mom in the kitchen.  When I let him.  He does school work that he now likes to do if I give him stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WlBbAwI/AAAAAAAABcM/8IAOFugECMI/s1600/DSC_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WlBbAwI/AAAAAAAABcM/8IAOFugECMI/s1600/DSC_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559490138833666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WlBbAwI/AAAAAAAABcM/8IAOFugECMI/s320/DSC_0798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing in the bathtub after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done bathing him.  It's my quiet time I guess.  I can at least take a 20 minute nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WO8GMrI/AAAAAAAABcE/8f97Tlb8huc/s1600/DSC_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_V7XPf2I/AAAAAAAABb8/zdMv-oDd8WQ/s1600/CSC_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WO8GMrI/AAAAAAAABcE/8f97Tlb8huc/s1600/DSC_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559484210918066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_WO8GMrI/AAAAAAAABcE/8f97Tlb8huc/s320/DSC_1407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lately Gil has been going to Podium Raceway.  It recently opened up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kapolei&lt;/span&gt; and he loves it.  I guess it's the closest thing to racing a car since the track is taking so long to open back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_V7XPf2I/AAAAAAAABb8/zdMv-oDd8WQ/s1600/CSC_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559478956064610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_V7XPf2I/AAAAAAAABb8/zdMv-oDd8WQ/s320/CSC_1410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5113874169790368579?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5113874169790368579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5113874169790368579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5113874169790368579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5113874169790368579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/days-with-delizs.html' title='Days with the Deliz&apos;s...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TUd_Xt0ZKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/Nab8-VdoYps/s72-c/DSC02261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1383619562536690802</id><published>2011-01-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:47:55.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog...</title><content type='html'>Oh how I've missed you so!  You've been there for me for the past 3 years.  You've been through my ups and downs, happy and sad moments, funny and retarded moments &amp;amp; my exhilarating and boring moments too!  I will never take you for granted again and promise to post as often as I can.  Thank you for sticking with me all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1383619562536690802?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1383619562536690802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1383619562536690802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1383619562536690802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1383619562536690802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5191150339148634955</id><published>2010-09-07T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:22:39.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Dezi's eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIax7GNz6zI/AAAAAAAABbo/Uirx8mZ-84Q/s1600/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514290422600690482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIax7GNz6zI/AAAAAAAABbo/Uirx8mZ-84Q/s320/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxmGJljAI/AAAAAAAABbg/5V-Dk0L-f68/s1600/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 180px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514290061805718530" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxmGJljAI/AAAAAAAABbg/5V-Dk0L-f68/s320/DSC02086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxV6OjbQI/AAAAAAAABbY/JPdzvDU8V48/s1600/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514289783727418626" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxV6OjbQI/AAAAAAAABbY/JPdzvDU8V48/s320/DSC02101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxDc5Q_rI/AAAAAAAABbQ/qv6--m8ELpI/s1600/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514289466615856818" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIaxDc5Q_rI/AAAAAAAABbQ/qv6--m8ELpI/s320/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawyfyud1I/AAAAAAAABbI/XnEDO0xKRRA/s1600/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514289175335958354" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawyfyud1I/AAAAAAAABbI/XnEDO0xKRRA/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawfG9V3FI/AAAAAAAABbA/bq5xDRB3bPw/s1600/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288842252082258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawfG9V3FI/AAAAAAAABbA/bq5xDRB3bPw/s320/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawJyK_OxI/AAAAAAAABa4/VyhCrLwRoTo/s1600/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514288475894922002" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIawJyK_OxI/AAAAAAAABa4/VyhCrLwRoTo/s320/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5191150339148634955?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5191150339148634955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5191150339148634955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5191150339148634955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5191150339148634955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-dezis-eyes.html' title='Through Dezi&apos;s eyes...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TIax7GNz6zI/AAAAAAAABbo/Uirx8mZ-84Q/s72-c/DSC02124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4671556685649178579</id><published>2010-08-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:59:25.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break...</title><content type='html'>So this post is mainly to let off a little steam.  I know I've written about my hard little times before and I guess it's time to rant and rave again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on with my family lately and I feel like I'm barely staying a float.   To start, we have just moved about 5 months ago to Ewa Beach.  I am totally in love with my new home and love having our own space to do what we want.  I guess you can say we were spoiled with not having to pay bills and spending what we wanted.  Don't get me wrong were OK but barely.  I'm the one that keeps up our financial books, cleans the house, takes care of our son, cooks and pretty much almost everything else you can think of.  Gil is back now but he has been gone during the weeks for the past 5 months working on Maui.  So I was literally doing it by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new calling a few weeks ago to be the Primary Secretary and I feel like there's so much to be done and I don't know people and I don't know the kids.  I'm trying and very slowly getting there but I feel like it's just to much to soon.  I can't write anything on my computer cause apparently our Microsoft works was a temporary thing.  The church computer and copier is broken and I need to print out and type up so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently (about 4 months ago) started to babysit for extra money.  I was praying for an opportunity for Gil and I to have extra money and this came right away.  It was for a friend of a friend.  The boy I watch is Dezi's age, almost 3, and he is more than a handful.  I feel like he might have something like A.D.D. but I can't really tell.  His mother has told me she's supposed to get him tested but she never has (I think for fear of knowing her child may have a disorder?).   He is only now starting to really speak or try to but half the time it's still babbling and with that there are tantrums because I can't understand what he wants sometimes.  He keeps me more than on my toes and I am running after him all day.  I feel like an incapable mother because all my attention is on this boy all day and Dezi is in the back of my mind cause I know he is ok.  By the time the boy goes home I'm tired and have to start dinner, bath Dezi, clean and put him to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Gil has been gone I've been doing everything literally by myself and have gotten used to it.  Since he has been home I still do what I need to do because it needs to be done but I get no help.  I think he sees me doing it and so he just doesn't do anything.  I want to say something to him and ask for help but for some reason I can't.  I just think "why do I need to ask?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Gil has just gotten surgery on his knee so even more so I have to cater to him.  I'm working hard and he is playing games all day.  I know he can't  help but I think it's resentment from past months building up and it's finally coming out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although times are hard I know they will get better.  My faith is being tested and I hope I make HIM proud.    I am grateful for all that I have been blessed with.  I really am.  I feel better letting off a little steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the complaints and long post but you know what.....IT'S MY BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4671556685649178579?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4671556685649178579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4671556685649178579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4671556685649178579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4671556685649178579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-116580271556308283</id><published>2010-08-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:45:16.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuhi/Au Family reunion 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So every two years our Chinese family on my mother's side gets together for a family reunion.  This year was interesting because I actually was at the sign-in table greeting family and getting to know a lot of them.  We  had a family pedigree chart that my tutu made so I even found out who was who and who came from what line.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Each year is different and usually there are activities to go along with the whole reunion thing but this year not to many people signed up for them so we just had the dinner part.  Even though there were no activities I found I was more involved and actually enjoyed it, rather than going and thinking..."I'm never gonna see these people till the next family reunion or if I do I'm definitely not going to remember them."  I helped make the food, was at the sign in table, cleaned up after the whole deal, helped prep for other things and put my self out there to talk to strangers.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0DVlaCEI/AAAAAAAABao/T-tVPi4qTJ4/s1600/DSC_9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507044782538098754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0DVlaCEI/AAAAAAAABao/T-tVPi4qTJ4/s320/DSC_9250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture was taken by an old auntie who, I still don't remember her name but if I see her I can say, "Hi Auntie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0C2Dxt3I/AAAAAAAABag/c33EVgE4ptM/s1600/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0C2Dxt3I/AAAAAAAABag/c33EVgE4ptM/s1600/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507044774075545458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0C2Dxt3I/AAAAAAAABag/c33EVgE4ptM/s320/DSC02042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family was in charge of the Lomi salmon.  So we showed up the Friday before and started chopping away.  And we looked good doing it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CukON9I/AAAAAAAABaY/aplxBJllODY/s1600/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CukON9I/AAAAAAAABaY/aplxBJllODY/s1600/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507044772064147410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CukON9I/AAAAAAAABaY/aplxBJllODY/s320/DSC02050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The men prepared the imu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CC_JJWI/AAAAAAAABaQ/wwaBVJBPmPU/s1600/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we could eat this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;he's not dead.  Just tied up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CC_JJWI/AAAAAAAABaQ/wwaBVJBPmPU/s1600/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507044760365901154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0CC_JJWI/AAAAAAAABaQ/wwaBVJBPmPU/s320/DSC02056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a funny but not so funny story about the little pig who went to "market"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys in the family had caught this pig a while ago and kept it at my uncles house until the reunion time.  Well the day before the reunion we had to get the pig ready for the imu.  While it's in the horse trailer the men start tying it's legs together to prevent it from running away while it's...let just say "passing".  It is &lt;strong&gt;the worst&lt;/strong&gt; sound you will ever hear (&lt;em&gt;maybe I'll post the video one day?) .  &lt;/em&gt;Anyway the pig has "passed" and has been laying there for about 15 min.  with the body in the trailer but it's head hanging over the edge.  Everyone is watching this poor thing bleed to death, talking, laughing, taking pictures and for some..tasting the blood which they  drained into a bowl (&lt;em&gt;totally disgusting but a good picture/story for my cousins to share with friends in the mainland..I guess).  &lt;/em&gt;Well a distant cousin of mine...from the mainland... decides he wants to take a picture with this dead pig and proceeds to lie down under the head pretending to taste the dripping blood.  I guess the pig didn't like that so up he got and shot out of the trailer running as fast lightning as far as the rope would let him go!  Needless to say everyone went running wild, children were left behind to save ourselves and guys were laughing!  I guess we ladies forgot he was tied up.  Super scary moment but now I can laugh about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had Dezi in my arms when it happened and nearly dropped him.  Can you imagine an animal that you thought was dead, throat slit, blood drained and he gets up and runs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0BhenzhI/AAAAAAAABaI/rF11QGm6YYI/s1600/DSC_9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0BhenzhI/AAAAAAAABaI/rF11QGm6YYI/s1600/DSC_9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507044751371128338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0BhenzhI/AAAAAAAABaI/rF11QGm6YYI/s320/DSC_9274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that was said and done, from the days before to the late night clean up, then drive an hour home, it was worth it for all the memories we made!&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/6041374743638145909-116580271556308283?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/116580271556308283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=116580271556308283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/116580271556308283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/116580271556308283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/nuhiau-family-reunion-2010.html' title='Nuhi/Au Family reunion 2010...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TGz0DVlaCEI/AAAAAAAABao/T-tVPi4qTJ4/s72-c/DSC_9250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4505156565957161902</id><published>2010-08-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:43:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thiim Family photo session 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our "on occasion" annual family photo shoot took place at the Ho'omaluhia Botanical Gardens.  I love this place and I am so beyond happy we chose this over the beach....again.  It was a beautiful day and the weather loved us too!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here's just a few pictures of our growing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03WqYr0I/AAAAAAAABaA/vSxiN-T-4DU/s1600/DSC_9663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119864088178498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03WqYr0I/AAAAAAAABaA/vSxiN-T-4DU/s320/DSC_9663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03FtaxII/AAAAAAAABZ4/1HmJwEpX2sM/s1600/DSC_9454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03FtaxII/AAAAAAAABZ4/1HmJwEpX2sM/s1600/DSC_9454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119859537495170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03FtaxII/AAAAAAAABZ4/1HmJwEpX2sM/s320/DSC_9454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02pn2jLI/AAAAAAAABZw/BgJ03jfa_oI/s1600/DSC_9393.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; All the adults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02pn2jLI/AAAAAAAABZw/BgJ03jfa_oI/s1600/DSC_9393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119851997957298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02pn2jLI/AAAAAAAABZw/BgJ03jfa_oI/s320/DSC_9393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02Hfd5oI/AAAAAAAABZo/DTUNnDyS5n4/s1600/CSC_9705.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Papa and Tutu with all 15 grandchildren.  Yes you heard me right....15.  And still growing might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02Hfd5oI/AAAAAAAABZo/DTUNnDyS5n4/s1600/CSC_9705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119842835981954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt02Hfd5oI/AAAAAAAABZo/DTUNnDyS5n4/s320/CSC_9705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE this little guy to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt01vTeTuI/AAAAAAAABZg/Nmm_BB4bDo4/s1600/CSC_9703.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt01vTeTuI/AAAAAAAABZg/Nmm_BB4bDo4/s1600/CSC_9703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119836343226082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt01vTeTuI/AAAAAAAABZg/Nmm_BB4bDo4/s320/CSC_9703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four babies.  They were all born within a year of each other.  Dezi is such a ham!  How can you not love that adorable child?&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/6041374743638145909-4505156565957161902?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4505156565957161902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4505156565957161902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4505156565957161902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4505156565957161902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/thiim-family-photo-session-2010.html' title='Thiim Family photo session 2010...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TFt03WqYr0I/AAAAAAAABaA/vSxiN-T-4DU/s72-c/DSC_9663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5491429792618170384</id><published>2010-07-01T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:06:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas quickie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stayed a weekend in Vegas...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9q9y0ZI/AAAAAAAABYo/_XOteXVVkHg/s1600/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x-D7FygI/AAAAAAAABYw/01kdyzZ9M5w/s1600/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489168831853480450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x-D7FygI/AAAAAAAABYw/01kdyzZ9M5w/s320/DSC01928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9q9y0ZI/AAAAAAAABYo/_XOteXVVkHg/s1600/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9ANh-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/1d22wzMoTig/s1600/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To see these lovely people get married...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;congratulations Dustin and Jamie!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9q9y0ZI/AAAAAAAABYo/_XOteXVVkHg/s1600/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489168825153933714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9q9y0ZI/AAAAAAAABYo/_XOteXVVkHg/s320/DSC01952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9ANh-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/1d22wzMoTig/s1600/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9ANh-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/1d22wzMoTig/s1600/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To spend time with and stayed with these awesome friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9ANh-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/1d22wzMoTig/s1600/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489168813677214258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x9ANh-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/1d22wzMoTig/s320/DSC02013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8CsVdcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7B6SCW5zuWo/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Chatted it up with this amazing gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8joOWdI/AAAAAAAABYY/slDmqVd8kGs/s1600/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489168806004546002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8joOWdI/AAAAAAAABYY/slDmqVd8kGs/s320/DSC02015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8CsVdcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7B6SCW5zuWo/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had fun with this little guy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Yay jayden!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8CsVdcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7B6SCW5zuWo/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489168797163419074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x8CsVdcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7B6SCW5zuWo/s320/DSC01980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A very quick (&lt;em&gt;to say the least) &lt;/em&gt;weekend getaway!  It was fun, quick, amazing, and awe inspiring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh how I miss the "Sin City."  But hopefully we'll get back there soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5491429792618170384?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5491429792618170384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5491429792618170384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5491429792618170384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5491429792618170384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/vegas-quickie.html' title='Vegas quickie...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TC1x-D7FygI/AAAAAAAABYw/01kdyzZ9M5w/s72-c/DSC01928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4905799995384963567</id><published>2010-06-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:12:44.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to virtue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was our 2010 YW camp theme.   We camped at bellows and it was a bitter sweet weekend for me.  I was so excited to go and spend the night with the girls and just be with them and make sure they had fun.  But it would be my last camp with them because I moved soon after that (wards that is).   I hope they had as much as I did and gained something from it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the things we weren't able to do because of weather but I think the girls still had a blast.  At least that's what I got from their wonderful and inspiring testimonies.  The older girls anyway.  The younger ones were still too shy to share what they felt during our testimony meeting but were able to express it throughout the camp.  I love them and miss so much but they will always hold a special place in my heart.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked the Koko Crater.  At first I thought, okay it's just stairs I can make it I think.  Well there were 1048 steps...I think?  And I almost didn't make it.  I wanted to give up but when the girls started coming back down I had to make it up.  Hence the photo:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCle6AgRsuI/AAAAAAAABYA/JkUska1dpcY/s1600/DSC_8709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021971588461282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCle6AgRsuI/AAAAAAAABYA/JkUska1dpcY/s320/DSC_8709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We actually made it.  But most of the girls were down at the bottom waiting for us by now.  At least I can say I did it, and I made it!&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleNDxvujI/AAAAAAAABXw/8g59akW40_k/s1600/DSC_8706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021199372925490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleNDxvujI/AAAAAAAABXw/8g59akW40_k/s320/DSC_8706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from the top was sooooo worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleLspIxmI/AAAAAAAABXY/tTd1woIXzMY/s1600/DSC_8737.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleMiTT9sI/AAAAAAAABXo/7Df-P6_3RV4/s1600/DSC_8796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021190386906818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleMiTT9sI/AAAAAAAABXo/7Df-P6_3RV4/s320/DSC_8796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of us stayed up late and played games.  This one was a game where you couldn't show your teeth and everyone had funny, no..hilarious signals/signs that they made up.  You did your own then someone else's and so on and so on.  The first one to show their teeth through laughing got their face dotted with puff paint since no one had a lipstick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleMJ9RkfI/AAAAAAAABXg/Oi8kM6lzb54/s1600/DSC_8785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021183852024306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleMJ9RkfI/AAAAAAAABXg/Oi8kM6lzb54/s320/DSC_8785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played games and had a relay on the beach then we watched from the shore as the girls swam and had fun in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleKx_FaNI/AAAAAAAABXQ/nOInI0Q4S_I/s1600/DSC_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleLspIxmI/AAAAAAAABXY/tTd1woIXzMY/s1600/DSC_8737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021175982933602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleLspIxmI/AAAAAAAABXY/tTd1woIXzMY/s320/DSC_8737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Activities included poi ball making, including a dance to learn and perform..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleKx_FaNI/AAAAAAAABXQ/nOInI0Q4S_I/s1600/DSC_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021160237295826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCleKx_FaNI/AAAAAAAABXQ/nOInI0Q4S_I/s320/DSC_8723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bracelet making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pillow case decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the girls had fun and enjoyed camped and being with each other.  It's neat to watch them and see how they treat each other when they think no one is looking.  Our girls mesh really well and I hop they will keep it that way. &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/6041374743638145909-4905799995384963567?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4905799995384963567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4905799995384963567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4905799995384963567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4905799995384963567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/return-to-virtue.html' title='Return to virtue...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/TCle6AgRsuI/AAAAAAAABYA/JkUska1dpcY/s72-c/DSC_8709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-824894204507622190</id><published>2010-06-22T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:24:15.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A two year old's conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preview to my conversation with Dezi....I have my monthly friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just used the bathroom in the morning and he came in to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "Mommy...red shee shee?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "Oh.  I want to make red shee shee!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "No, only mommies make red shee shee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "Oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm putting my stuff in.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "Ouchie mommy!  You got bite?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *laughing, and realizing I should have done what I was doing somewhere else.*&lt;/span&gt;  "No it's not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           a bite.  It's a tampon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "Oh.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I could tell he was thinking about something*&lt;/span&gt; Mommy I want a tan-pom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       "Pleeeeeease!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  "NO Dezi only mommies get tampons.  Your a boy not a mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:  "I want a mommy!"  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*meaning he wants to be a mommy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:  "Your a boy and I am a mommy.  Only mommies get this stuff and boys don't get it.  Your lucky okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;  *sadly saying* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-824894204507622190?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/824894204507622190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=824894204507622190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/824894204507622190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/824894204507622190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-year-olds-conversation.html' title='A two year old&apos;s conversation...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2490557415149796445</id><published>2010-05-25T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:35:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...part 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is seriously going to be a short little re-cap of what has happened before and during our move...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJ1CCguI/AAAAAAAABXI/5M_5NAlCRLY/s1600/DSC_8859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118374923174626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJ1CCguI/AAAAAAAABXI/5M_5NAlCRLY/s320/DSC_8859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We celebrated Easter...I got to decorate my house, we had our first get together, the Easter bunny left Dezi a basket of all sorts of goodies and he got to dye and look for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJR9K0UI/AAAAAAAABXA/2drhq92AtuE/s1600/DSC_8803.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJR9K0UI/AAAAAAAABXA/2drhq92AtuE/s1600/DSC_8803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118365507506498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJR9K0UI/AAAAAAAABXA/2drhq92AtuE/s320/DSC_8803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHI-BxcjI/AAAAAAAABW4/AkvDTXZSr1w/s1600/DSC_8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On hot days we've been going to our pool to hang out and even celebrated Aleena's birthday at our pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHI-BxcjI/AAAAAAAABW4/AkvDTXZSr1w/s1600/DSC_8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118360158106162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHI-BxcjI/AAAAAAAABW4/AkvDTXZSr1w/s320/DSC_8568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHIc9v_NI/AAAAAAAABWw/EJcTYAeU4RE/s1600/DSC_8539.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I cannot get this picture to turn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did get to relax a little while waiting for news of our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjiLg4xI/AAAAAAAABWo/sZ0afkT-6vs/s1600/DSC_8514.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHIc9v_NI/AAAAAAAABWw/EJcTYAeU4RE/s1600/DSC_8539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118351282863314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHIc9v_NI/AAAAAAAABWw/EJcTYAeU4RE/s320/DSC_8539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We walked the Great Aloha Run.  Dezi was up at 4am then fell asleep as soon as we started walking and stayed asleep for the first 5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjiLg4xI/AAAAAAAABWo/sZ0afkT-6vs/s1600/DSC_8514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116617515983634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjiLg4xI/AAAAAAAABWo/sZ0afkT-6vs/s320/DSC_8514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy has been teaching him how to ride his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjOC44_I/AAAAAAAABWg/d4j-dcu6iJQ/s1600/DSC_8498.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjOC44_I/AAAAAAAABWg/d4j-dcu6iJQ/s1600/DSC_8498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116612111098866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFjOC44_I/AAAAAAAABWg/d4j-dcu6iJQ/s320/DSC_8498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've cheered on my nephew Keoni at his first flag football game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's him handing off the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFijsxGLI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZXREyvGteFo/s1600/DSC_8455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFijsxGLI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZXREyvGteFo/s1600/DSC_8455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116600744024242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFijsxGLI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZXREyvGteFo/s320/DSC_8455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hung out with friends at their pool before they had twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFiGQR1nI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Aw7454qaHVU/s1600/DSC_8405.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFiGQR1nI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Aw7454qaHVU/s1600/DSC_8405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116592839906930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFiGQR1nI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Aw7454qaHVU/s320/DSC_8405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new car for Gil to cruise around in.  So now we have 4 cars.  What?  Yup!  Gil's work van, my car, his car and his race car which is sitting in the garage until the track or super ferry opens up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFhhik2DI/AAAAAAAABWI/5mxUVU_rFn8/s1600/DSC_8365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116582984538162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uFhhik2DI/AAAAAAAABWI/5mxUVU_rFn8/s320/DSC_8365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making use of his birthday gift from uncle Glen.  He is spoiled rotten.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*not really*&lt;/span&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/6041374743638145909-2490557415149796445?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2490557415149796445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2490557415149796445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2490557415149796445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2490557415149796445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifepart-1.html' title='Life...part 1...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_uHJ1CCguI/AAAAAAAABXI/5M_5NAlCRLY/s72-c/DSC_8859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7460454246282624936</id><published>2010-05-24T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:13:26.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A new life look forward to in brand new house is a dream come true.  After living with no space of my own for 4 years with my family this is to good to be true.  I have been so blessed with everything and am truly grateful for what I have.  I don't care if we have nothing now and are living pay check to pay check for now cause I'm loving my life!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKDlVaRI/AAAAAAAABT8/aKcvFlqIIVA/s1600/DSC_8581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Before...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I know I posted other of the before so here's just another look)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKhmH_eI/AAAAAAAABUE/relLeT9MOrQ/s1600/DSC_8579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474942465025244642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKhmH_eI/AAAAAAAABUE/relLeT9MOrQ/s320/DSC_8579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKDlVaRI/AAAAAAAABT8/aKcvFlqIIVA/s1600/DSC_8581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474942456968866066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKDlVaRI/AAAAAAAABT8/aKcvFlqIIVA/s320/DSC_8581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvtH2fJI/AAAAAAAABT0/GDQdKeX5_io/s1600/DSC_8618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvLkZJUI/AAAAAAAABTs/BOs_NP-pUng/s1600/DSC_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; During...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We basically tore out all the carpet in the entire house and redid that, painted all the rooms (mine is cream, Dezi's is blue, guest is white along with the rest of the house except the dining and living room is brown), Gil redid all the lights, and laid laminate wood in the whole downstairs.  Now it's just the decorating and putting up the little touches that make it a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvtH2fJI/AAAAAAAABT0/GDQdKeX5_io/s1600/DSC_8618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474942004263025810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvtH2fJI/AAAAAAAABT0/GDQdKeX5_io/s320/DSC_8618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmu9aRi9I/AAAAAAAABTk/G9C0XN-PWZ4/s1600/DSC_8605.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvLkZJUI/AAAAAAAABTs/BOs_NP-pUng/s1600/DSC_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474941995255932226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmvLkZJUI/AAAAAAAABTs/BOs_NP-pUng/s320/DSC_8617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmu9aRi9I/AAAAAAAABTk/G9C0XN-PWZ4/s1600/DSC_8605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474941991455394770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmu9aRi9I/AAAAAAAABTk/G9C0XN-PWZ4/s320/DSC_8605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmuUWCF_I/AAAAAAAABTc/lf7cGF80RzE/s1600/DSC_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmuUWCF_I/AAAAAAAABTc/lf7cGF80RzE/s1600/DSC_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474941980431751154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmuUWCF_I/AAAAAAAABTc/lf7cGF80RzE/s320/DSC_8601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hole in the ground was so Gil could do the lighting in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmt_2KizI/AAAAAAAABTU/09WbksiBHtg/s1600/DSC_8596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474941974929378098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rmt_2KizI/AAAAAAAABTU/09WbksiBHtg/s320/DSC_8596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlBRlb9FI/AAAAAAAABTM/oq-VwtAU5c4/s1600/DSC_8893.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are sooooo proud of the end result.  It is our home and we love it.  We are slowly getting all the little things to decorate but that will take time and money which is one thing we don't have at the moment.  But I don't care....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cause I have my own house&lt;/span&gt;.  And I know it's only for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlBRlb9FI/AAAAAAAABTM/oq-VwtAU5c4/s1600/DSC_8893.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlBRlb9FI/AAAAAAAABTM/oq-VwtAU5c4/s1600/DSC_8893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940107085313106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlBRlb9FI/AAAAAAAABTM/oq-VwtAU5c4/s320/DSC_8893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Didn't quite know what to do with this little nook area so when we saw this shelf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it said...."put me in the nook."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlA2PJmvI/AAAAAAAABTE/dX2ENoFm_MY/s1600/DSC_8817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940099744078578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlA2PJmvI/AAAAAAAABTE/dX2ENoFm_MY/s320/DSC_8817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to find something to put on this wall fast and found swirly things.  If I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gil would have put donkey Kong stickers from top to bottom.  It's in the garage now.  I'll show you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a picture of it later.  Feeeew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlASHk1GI/AAAAAAAABS8/QqGfmk5VrR8/s1600/DSC_8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlASHk1GI/AAAAAAAABS8/QqGfmk5VrR8/s1600/DSC_8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940090048631906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rlASHk1GI/AAAAAAAABS8/QqGfmk5VrR8/s320/DSC_8819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rk_4andSI/AAAAAAAABS0/2P6PktdcdBU/s1600/DSC_8823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rk_4andSI/AAAAAAAABS0/2P6PktdcdBU/s1600/DSC_8823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940083149174050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rk_4andSI/AAAAAAAABS0/2P6PktdcdBU/s320/DSC_8823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was during Easter.  Hence the eggs hanging from the window.  It makes me smile just looking at it now!   Aaaaahhhhh!!&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/6041374743638145909-7460454246282624936?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7460454246282624936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7460454246282624936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7460454246282624936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7460454246282624936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_rnKhmH_eI/AAAAAAAABUE/relLeT9MOrQ/s72-c/DSC_8579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1234218652525617855</id><published>2010-05-17T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:11:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I am (and have been for a little bit now) a homeowner!! This journey has been the longest, most stressful time of my life but it is sweet, sweet music now. I am absolutely &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my new home and can't wait to share it with you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to blog this in segments so it's not so overwhelming for you or me. Gil and I started looking for a place about Jan. of '09. We really weren't sure about the market and who to trust to help us buy our first place. I knew of some Realtors in our ward but things were iffy and I still just wasn't sure. Well things fell right into place once I seriously started praying and listened for those quiet whispers and snugly feelings. I love those feelings. It just confirms everything that I know to be true. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to unforeseen secrets and and other things that happened I started to really pray hard and earnestly if moving was the right decision for Gil and I and to help us find someone trustworthy to help us through this daunting task. The answer came quick and so did everything else. My brother-in-law had got his license a long time ago but never used it. So one day as Gil and I were talking about finding a place my brother-in-law suggested that he help us. I knew I could trust him but wasn't sure still cause he just has so much on his plate, a family of 5 young girls, his calling in the church, his normal job in the military (which was sending him away soon), and an appraisal job on the side. Even though all these doubts entered my mind at first, I went ahead and said "Sure.....are you sure?" Well let me tell you he was great!! More than I could have asked for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went ahead and started looking seriously in Aug. '09. We saw homes in Ewa (4-5 bedrooms, yard, etc..) that we could afford at the top of our budget but needed work. We soon realized that we needed to find something that wouldn't take a lot of work to make it nice living. We started looking at homes and found a few that we bid on but obviously the bank lowered the asking price to start a bidding war which we lost 3 times. Feeling very frustrated we put an offer on a town home (with a vengeance) that looks exactly like the one we have now, but it had nice hardwood floors, stainless steel appliances, nice paint, wouldn't really have to do much to the place. I fell in love with the inside (who wouldn't with all that stainless steel and granite counter tops?) but still wasn't sure. I was confused (it was super nice and I wanted it but something just wasn't right) and didn't really want to make a move even though we bid and won and the process was starting to go through. I prayed really hard again if this was the house we should raise our family in. Well, a week later our brilliant realtor was looking on line and found a diamond in the rough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We looked at it the day after it went on the market, placed a bid, told the other house "Sorry but we found something better," then got accepted (people told us we were crazy for doing that). This place had ugly brown carpet complete with dog hair balls (I don't think they ever cleaned) and vinyl all over, a broken fan, hard liquor everywhere and missed matched everything but somehow it just felt right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After waiting 5 months for this short sale to go through (another blessing) we finally had a place to call our own. I am sooooo happy to be here in this house. It was such a stressful adventure but one I would do all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if you want to read all about it I'm going to blog the whole process in detail pretty soon just so I can go back and relive the horror!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chuckle, chuckle&lt;/span&gt;!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQByLOHWI/AAAAAAAABSs/xIiXwVT1ZZA/s1600/DSC_8581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472172645066612066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQByLOHWI/AAAAAAAABSs/xIiXwVT1ZZA/s320/DSC_8581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;top....our kitchen before (standing in front of the front door I think.) The open door leads to the 2 car garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQBhVQ98I/AAAAAAAABSk/eqy-CR54xM4/s1600/DSC_8580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472172640545339330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQBhVQ98I/AAAAAAAABSk/eqy-CR54xM4/s320/DSC_8580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our living room with broken fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQBIR1RYI/AAAAAAAABSc/yq_PNbXWEec/s1600/DSC_8593.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQBIR1RYI/AAAAAAAABSc/yq_PNbXWEec/s1600/DSC_8593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472172633820054914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQBIR1RYI/AAAAAAAABSc/yq_PNbXWEec/s320/DSC_8593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a before picture......before it turned into Dezi's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stats: 3 bedrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 1/2 baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little office area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 car garage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a perfect little enclosed front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. stay tuned for the "after" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/6041374743638145909-1234218652525617855?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1234218652525617855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1234218652525617855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1234218652525617855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1234218652525617855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-proud-to-say.html' title='I am proud to say...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S_EQByLOHWI/AAAAAAAABSs/xIiXwVT1ZZA/s72-c/DSC_8581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1283542533157521155</id><published>2010-04-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:46:07.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay sorry for yet another delay but we have been looking for our cord to attach to the computer so that I can download photos but of course we can not find it to save our life.  So we'll either buy a new one or keep looking. Sorry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1283542533157521155?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1283542533157521155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1283542533157521155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1283542533157521155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1283542533157521155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5467377386327679010</id><published>2010-04-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:46:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the scoops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all of those who actually read my blog... I know it's been a while and you are patiently awaiting photos and paragraphs and more photos of my new home and all that I have been up to. Well......your going to have to wait a little longer. I know I keep saying soon but things seem to just keep popping up and well, as you can see I haven't posted anything yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However...I can promise and yes I will say PROMISE, that before next week ends I will have a proper post of our new lives in Ewa Beach! Until then here is a little bit of what has been happening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far we have been living in our new home for about a month now. Since then we have been obviously moving in, ordering furniture, putting it together, keeping my house clean,cooking meals, running to goodwill and the dump, running to Target and Walmart and Ross (numerous times a day and week), and dealing with a fussy 2 year old by myself. You may ask...You have Gil right? Yes and no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gil has been very good about putting our house together and all our furniture and painting and the list goes on and on. But when he does these things he needs to be not bothered. So he goes to work, comes home late, eats dinner, starts working on the house then is tired and goes to sleep.....or he goes to work comes home to change then goes to his friends house to work on these costumes (totally different post) then comes home late and sleeps. All the while I have to keep our son away from his father. He has been very busy helping others as well. My sister's husband has been gone for about 5 months now and it seems like everything has happened to her. Her tire went flat, her sink flooded and broke along with the board under the sink, and her husband's car wasn't really working. Of course Gil was the 'go to' man that she called since he is really good with all that stuff and we're 5 min. away. I don't mind that he is helping her at all but between helping ourselves, and my sister, and his friends and his family (he still makes runs to his mother's house to fix things they need instead of asking the other 2 boys that live there.....WHAT?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just seems like I haven't had anytime with him. And now he is on Maui working. He will be there for 2 months and will come home on weekends if they don't need to work. To top that off I'm potty training my two year old son which is super deeeeeeeduper harder than I thought (another post). I'm kind of really at the end of my rope but am trying to patiently wait it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's my life in a blog and there will be more posts to come.....I promise. I just need time to organize and do a little more. Stay tuned for more adventures of our crazy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/6041374743638145909-5467377386327679010?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5467377386327679010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5467377386327679010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5467377386327679010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5467377386327679010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-scoops.html' title='What&apos;s the scoops...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-986413110989687494</id><published>2010-03-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:34:17.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, very soon we will be up and running.  The painting, lights, base boards, floors and kitchen are all done.  We now have internet, phone and cable.  But no phone or computer yet.  No furniture either.  But I'm fine with that.  Hopefully in the next few days we'll be shopping for a phone and computer then soon after that I will be able to post before and after pictures!!  I'm super excited that you all will be able to see my new house.  And I'll definitely have a house warming!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As far as life is concerned..... we are doing great.  A little tired from working on the house but it is all coming along very well.  We have ordered our furniture from the mainland and hopefully we'll have it in a few weeks.  CRAZY right?  As for now I'm just having a hard time keeping Dezi busy and happy.  He's in a new place that during the day is fine but at night is a different story.  I have run out of activities for him.  Not having electronics is difficult sometimes.  Still in our old ward till the end of March which now that I think about it, I'm done.  We have stake conference and then general conference so I think I had my last day:(  I'm always nervous to move in to a new ward but I know I'll be okay.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the wonderful friends I have made in the Mililani 1st ward.  You are all awesome.  And will be my friends forever...Ha ha ha!   And don't think you got rid of me.  I'm still coming back to things.  I love you all!!  And I'm going to miss you so so so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for a little while now but stay tuned for an update in a couple of weeks!&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/6041374743638145909-986413110989687494?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/986413110989687494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=986413110989687494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/986413110989687494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/986413110989687494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-soon.html' title='Very soon...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4708323078863686165</id><published>2010-03-15T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:37:30.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A,...</title><content type='html'>So since we have formally moved out  to Ewa Beach I have  had no access to any electronic devices what so ever.  I didn't realize it would be so hard.  But with my calling and life and blogging it is now getting old that I have to make runs into Mililani (which I actually don't mind that so much) to ask my bro-in-law if I can use his computer.  It wasn't such a bad thing in the beginning but now it's really irritating me!!  How else do you entertain a two year old.  I'm running out of ideas anyone have any?  I want to just go upstairs and use a computer but I can't.  Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!!!!!  Hopefully this week!!  keep your fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4708323078863686165?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4708323078863686165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4708323078863686165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4708323078863686165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4708323078863686165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='M.I.A,...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1838773944953335099</id><published>2010-03-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:32:17.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will get my own computer and be able to catch up on what's going with my friends and family and let them know what's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will have furniture to fill in my house and not hear the echoes of a whining child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             my t.v. will be set up and I can watch what I want whether it be movies or a favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My days will be normal again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1838773944953335099?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1838773944953335099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1838773944953335099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1838773944953335099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1838773944953335099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday.html' title='Someday...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5837696183235710372</id><published>2010-01-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:30:08.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smorgasboard of posts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;To finally catch up of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some posts to catch you (the few that actually read my posts) up on what has been going on with my family.  I have been so bad at posting lately that so much has happened but I am not posting them all because that would be just way too much.  So I picked a few and here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and again trouble with the spacing between pictures. I think I posted to many pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So again........WHATEVERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGpAOOjCI/AAAAAAAABR8/-6Dg2IqOQVo/s1600-h/DSC_7654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGojIFIlI/AAAAAAAABR0/Hz2GZjcLsm8/s1600-h/DSC_7786.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGoOq9qOI/AAAAAAAABRs/Fr6QGmyooQk/s1600-h/DSC_7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHHZa_DUI/AAAAAAAABSM/bqt-MGIAMIs/s1600-h/DSC_7695.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHG1YanqI/AAAAAAAABSE/gP1Y4W_otEY/s1600-h/DSC_7692.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGnlyC2ZI/AAAAAAAABRk/gqqH8CfWEeI/s1600-h/DSC_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dezi's birthday we did go to Farrell's and celebrate on the day of his birthday but also did&lt;br /&gt;a little celebration with just family at the Deliz home on Halloween.  It was so much fun but too&lt;br /&gt;much work.  Gil and I said we won't be doing that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHH822i9I/AAAAAAAABSU/52bVZ5NhG2o/s1600-h/DSC_7725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427056490390653906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHH822i9I/AAAAAAAABSU/52bVZ5NhG2o/s320/DSC_7725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dezi with some of his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and he did trick or treat as skeleton because yes I waited last minute to get a costume and that was all walmart had to fit him)....(that wasn't ugly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGBcOZOII/AAAAAAAABRc/0Jyhc8yFoc8/s1600-h/DSC_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHHZa_DUI/AAAAAAAABSM/bqt-MGIAMIs/s1600-h/DSC_7695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427056480878529858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHHZa_DUI/AAAAAAAABSM/bqt-MGIAMIs/s320/DSC_7695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGoOq9qOI/AAAAAAAABRs/Fr6QGmyooQk/s1600-h/DSC_7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAxPd4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/qsVjhKlAqOk/s1600-h/DSC_7824.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGoOq9qOI/AAAAAAAABRs/Fr6QGmyooQk/s1600-h/DSC_7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAFJYTMI/AAAAAAAABRM/2g3nKigkAGw/s1600-h/DSC_7825.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHG1YanqI/AAAAAAAABSE/gP1Y4W_otEY/s1600-h/DSC_7692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427056471204077218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHG1YanqI/AAAAAAAABSE/gP1Y4W_otEY/s320/DSC_7692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little more of the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_spcd-I/AAAAAAAABRE/Wfc6GArAyMQ/s1600-h/DSC_7828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHG1YanqI/AAAAAAAABSE/gP1Y4W_otEY/s1600-h/DSC_7692.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Chalei....&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one of the games to go along with the car theme of his party was to roll tires as fast as&lt;br /&gt;you can to a cone and turn around and come back.  It was a team effort.  Well I should have&lt;br /&gt;known this was going to happen to someone......my niece Keely is rolling super fast &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She's 4 by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes it to the cone, is coming back and boom....she trips rolls over the tire looking like superwoman with arms and legs out, lands on the floor and the tire rolls over her.  It was classic and funny.  Her mother and I were laughing so hard.  She didn't care though.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Good thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGpAOOjCI/AAAAAAAABR8/-6Dg2IqOQVo/s1600-h/DSC_7654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055958718057506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGpAOOjCI/AAAAAAAABR8/-6Dg2IqOQVo/s320/DSC_7654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F9cuHHcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/tsq8ID8tl_U/s1600-h/DSC_7878.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay Thanksgiving was at the Naluai's this year and it was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGojIFIlI/AAAAAAAABR0/Hz2GZjcLsm8/s1600-h/DSC_7786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055950907646546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGojIFIlI/AAAAAAAABR0/Hz2GZjcLsm8/s320/DSC_7786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_spcd-I/AAAAAAAABRE/Wfc6GArAyMQ/s1600-h/DSC_7828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGoOq9qOI/AAAAAAAABRs/Fr6QGmyooQk/s1600-h/DSC_7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055945416812770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGoOq9qOI/AAAAAAAABRs/Fr6QGmyooQk/s320/DSC_7791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the words of Rachel Ray....YUM-O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_spcd-I/AAAAAAAABRE/Wfc6GArAyMQ/s1600-h/DSC_7828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGnlyC2ZI/AAAAAAAABRk/gqqH8CfWEeI/s1600-h/DSC_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055934440659346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGnlyC2ZI/AAAAAAAABRk/gqqH8CfWEeI/s320/DSC_7816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s1600-h/DSC_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGBcOZOII/AAAAAAAABRc/0Jyhc8yFoc8/s1600-h/DSC_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055279040182402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGBcOZOII/AAAAAAAABRc/0Jyhc8yFoc8/s320/DSC_7818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the cousins from Gil's side.  There's more boys missing and like 1 girl.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAxPd4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/qsVjhKlAqOk/s1600-h/DSC_7824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055267501957826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAxPd4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/qsVjhKlAqOk/s320/DSC_7824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do a funny...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F77h8tbI/AAAAAAAABQk/g9LCygAUoVw/s1600-h/DSC_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAFJYTMI/AAAAAAAABRM/2g3nKigkAGw/s1600-h/DSC_7825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055255665265858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DGAFJYTMI/AAAAAAAABRM/2g3nKigkAGw/s320/DSC_7825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out with the Seattle Arquero's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s1600-h/DSC_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F9cuHHcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/tsq8ID8tl_U/s1600-h/DSC_7878.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s1600-h/DSC_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day at the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_spcd-I/AAAAAAAABRE/Wfc6GArAyMQ/s1600-h/DSC_7828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055249088870370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_spcd-I/AAAAAAAABRE/Wfc6GArAyMQ/s320/DSC_7828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F7fgauVI/AAAAAAAABQc/NhLDkVpHLcA/s1600-h/DSC_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_KoS0-I/AAAAAAAABQ8/2ho5lOOcJoE/s1600-h/DSC_7840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427055239957238754" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DF_KoS0-I/AAAAAAAABQ8/2ho5lOOcJoE/s320/DSC_7840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cutie pie cousin Tiare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F9cuHHcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/tsq8ID8tl_U/s1600-h/DSC_7878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421891756137922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F9cuHHcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/tsq8ID8tl_U/s320/DSC_7878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s1600-h/DSC_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We buried Gil.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s1600-h/DSC_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421878050457730" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F8pqbCII/AAAAAAAABQs/Y5vBTCOomPE/s320/DSC_7960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took our family Christmas pictures.  They came out okay.  But what can you expect with a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F6v03tTI/AAAAAAAABQU/ChFRV9tpSYc/s1600-h/DSC_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F77h8tbI/AAAAAAAABQk/g9LCygAUoVw/s1600-h/DSC_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421865666885042" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F77h8tbI/AAAAAAAABQk/g9LCygAUoVw/s320/DSC_8122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around the Kapolei lights &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(one cul-de-sac, 5 houses don't know if its quite worth it but they went all out.....like ALL OUT!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes this is a Heineken Christmas tree but they decorated it and had it light up to music that was playing.  All 5 houses really decorated their whole yard including houses with everything imaginable.  One yard had 6 different trees decorated differently with a ceramic little village thing with I think close to a 100 of them, a life size gingerbread house, arches, the words Merry Christmas in huge blocks, with snowmen and other things around, complete with a bench to take pictures with your family, Ferris wheels, just all kinds.  I can't even think of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F7fgauVI/AAAAAAAABQc/NhLDkVpHLcA/s1600-h/DSC_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421858144270674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F7fgauVI/AAAAAAAABQc/NhLDkVpHLcA/s320/DSC_8184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F6v03tTI/AAAAAAAABQU/ChFRV9tpSYc/s1600-h/DSC_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426421845345154354" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S06F6v03tTI/AAAAAAAABQU/ChFRV9tpSYc/s320/DSC_8190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then just hung around.  Dezi is starting to get into Gil's car obsession &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh NO!!)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Gil goes outside, which is where he has been for a while since we bought a "new" used car for Gil to drive in when I take my car and he has to fix it up safe so Dezi can ride,  he has to go outside and watch.  It's cute though now cause since Dezi got a little race car for his birthday, he "works" on that while Gil works on the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5837696183235710372?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5837696183235710372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5837696183235710372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5837696183235710372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5837696183235710372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/smorgasboard-of-posts.html' title='A smorgasboard of posts...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S1DHH822i9I/AAAAAAAABSU/52bVZ5NhG2o/s72-c/DSC_7725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2840715482779473972</id><published>2010-01-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:42:04.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's circus time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A long time ago the circus came to town.  I don't how long for and even forgot when.  The about time was probably like........3 maybe 4 months ago?  We had a totally awesome time and wouldn't have even known if Gil's friend didn't tell us.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gil had talked to his friend earlier in the day and asked what they were doing?  He said nothing much but that they were going to the circus that night.  Circus?  What circus? So we looked it up on line and lo and behold it was their last weekend here.  We last minute decided to go and take Dezi and it was awesome.  There are too many pictures to even decide which ones to post so I will tell you the gist of what happened and maybe later post a video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They had....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of course the man on the flying trapeze, clowns, a couple that did a REAL shooting arrow trick/s &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like the real shooting trigger arrow thingy)&lt;/span&gt;,  girls and a guy that spun on ropes, a balancing man that also spun metal 3-D shapes on his chin, a contortionist &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(spelling?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, a Chinese man that spun those super expensive vases on his head, a guy riding a motorcycle on a rope and the girl doing tricks from a small trapeze hanging from the motorcycle and other things that I just can't remember.  It was all so good and Dezi was amazed...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As were we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxqc8tnI/AAAAAAAABQM/Aug4rZFnzDw/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425101175818860146" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxqc8tnI/AAAAAAAABQM/Aug4rZFnzDw/s320/DSC01776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxcWptmI/AAAAAAAABQE/TCNTSkIBUCg/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pic is during half time but they still had everything out and was setting up for the next acts but this is how he looked the whole night.   Just staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxcWptmI/AAAAAAAABQE/TCNTSkIBUCg/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425101172034352738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxcWptmI/AAAAAAAABQE/TCNTSkIBUCg/s320/DSC01803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the girls and the guy is in the blue of course that twirled on these fabric things.  It was super beautiful.  And one girl from this circus is from Hawaii.  She graduated from Punahou.  Woop, woop!  I love this circus and would totally go see it again.  They were supposed to have animals but ours was the last showing that night and I guess by then the animals weren't cooperating.  Or so they said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2840715482779473972?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2840715482779473972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2840715482779473972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2840715482779473972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2840715482779473972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-circus-time.html' title='It&apos;s circus time...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/S0nUxqc8tnI/AAAAAAAABQM/Aug4rZFnzDw/s72-c/DSC01776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2500230534905027778</id><published>2009-12-30T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:21:05.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what happens when you have two, 2 year old toddlers and 1 adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheeeeeese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMvlaxaTI/AAAAAAAABPs/R8xx6T7_tkU/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420940588108310834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMvlaxaTI/AAAAAAAABPs/R8xx6T7_tkU/s320/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMva96_BI/AAAAAAAABPk/ySgLVaA5VX4/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMva96_BI/AAAAAAAABPk/ySgLVaA5VX4/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMu9klZ4I/AAAAAAAABPc/QxmZIPQCo3A/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; One more time say cheeeeese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMva96_BI/AAAAAAAABPk/ySgLVaA5VX4/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420940585302948882" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMva96_BI/AAAAAAAABPk/ySgLVaA5VX4/s320/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMu9klZ4I/AAAAAAAABPc/QxmZIPQCo3A/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMu9klZ4I/AAAAAAAABPc/QxmZIPQCo3A/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420940577412048770" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMu9klZ4I/AAAAAAAABPc/QxmZIPQCo3A/s320/DSC01765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Great guys........ thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If they only turned toward me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2500230534905027778?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2500230534905027778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2500230534905027778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2500230534905027778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2500230534905027778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/uh.html' title='UH....'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzsMvlaxaTI/AAAAAAAABPs/R8xx6T7_tkU/s72-c/DSC01763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4245015889230980889</id><published>2009-12-26T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:59:59.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishop Museum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A while back we took Dezi to the Bishop Museum to see the Dinosaur exhibit.  He didn't like it one bit.  They had dinosaurs set up outside on the lawn, he didn't like those.  He didn't like the dinosaurs inside, bones or whole.  But he did like everything else we saw.  The Hawaiian, the volcano and sea animal fossil shells.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a fun day for me and Gil though.  We learned new things and saw some interesting things.  I haven't been there since a field trip I took for class in intermediate.  Can you believe that!  I couldn't remember anything about the Museum except for the whale that hangs in the Hawaiian section.  HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzavBRZVqoI/AAAAAAAABPU/cm6gz7y9GD8/s1600-h/DSC_7469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711637971380866" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzavBRZVqoI/AAAAAAAABPU/cm6gz7y9GD8/s320/DSC_7469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So not sure about the dino behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau027q6dI/AAAAAAAABPM/JYFfDWjrEec/s1600-h/DSC_7473.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau027q6dI/AAAAAAAABPM/JYFfDWjrEec/s1600-h/DSC_7473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711424709192146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau027q6dI/AAAAAAAABPM/JYFfDWjrEec/s320/DSC_7473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He kept saying "No no no no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau0dl2OuI/AAAAAAAABPE/Xv_FG2aEOVU/s1600-h/DSC_7476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711417906772706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau0dl2OuI/AAAAAAAABPE/Xv_FG2aEOVU/s320/DSC_7476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREAKED OUT....when he saw this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau0NPE-KI/AAAAAAAABO8/wSUKnfMI6MI/s1600-h/DSC_7484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711413516302498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Szau0NPE-KI/AAAAAAAABO8/wSUKnfMI6MI/s320/DSC_7484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and MAJORLY FREAKED OUT.....when this popped out from behind the bushes roaring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzauzlUv2kI/AAAAAAAABO0/qLgL2RHyK_A/s1600-h/DSC_7495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzauzlUv2kI/AAAAAAAABO0/qLgL2RHyK_A/s1600-h/DSC_7495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711402802666050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzauzlUv2kI/AAAAAAAABO0/qLgL2RHyK_A/s320/DSC_7495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He kind of had fun with this activity...you brush the rice away to uncover the fossil.  But there was a dino in the corner so he making sure that it wasn't making noise or moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzauzNSyzNI/AAAAAAAABOs/cn3HkPJQZFY/s1600-h/DSC_7516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419711396352019666" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzauzNSyzNI/AAAAAAAABOs/cn3HkPJQZFY/s320/DSC_7516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had fun with this.  Daddy and Dezi sliding down a lava tube?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that's what it was.  After the dino exhibit we walked around to see everything else which Dezi loved.  There's to many photos but he did have a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4245015889230980889?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4245015889230980889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4245015889230980889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4245015889230980889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4245015889230980889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/bishop-museum.html' title='Bishop Museum...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SzavBRZVqoI/AAAAAAAABPU/cm6gz7y9GD8/s72-c/DSC_7469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3041305543231623826</id><published>2009-12-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:00:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dezi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For Dezi's 2nd birthday we took him to Farrell's at Pearl Ridge.  He had been there for his 1st birthday with family but of course didn't remember it.  I thought it was okay.  Nothing really that makes me want to go back, but since Gil missed his 1st birthday at Farrell's he wanted to go there to experience it for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought Dezi might like the drums and noise &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(since he makes a lot of it at home and thinks it's funniest thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  But no.  He didn't like the noise.  He didn't like the people.  He didn't really like his dinner except for the fries, he most definitely did NOT like having to sit down at the table.  But he did like his dessert.  Oh well, what can you do for a 2 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I have been blessed with a great son.  He is fairly an easy child and doesn't give me to much grief &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as long as I play with him and give him my full attention....He he)&lt;/span&gt; .  But he really is good and I'm glad he's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA1A0_N8I/AAAAAAAABOU/sP9K09spEpw/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415016512714913730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA1A0_N8I/AAAAAAAABOU/sP9K09spEpw/s320/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scared of the noise while everyone was singing happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA0pHoAsI/AAAAAAAABOM/3PiThCjYUPk/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415016506350633666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA0pHoAsI/AAAAAAAABOM/3PiThCjYUPk/s320/DSC01739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVED his fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA0LzSeTI/AAAAAAAABOE/H8MvJJLym4o/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415016498480707890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA0LzSeTI/AAAAAAAABOE/H8MvJJLym4o/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loved his ice cream cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYAz3y-y1I/AAAAAAAABN8/LDpO0w7ZcEA/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415016493110709074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYAz3y-y1I/AAAAAAAABN8/LDpO0w7ZcEA/s320/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYAzbIu2OI/AAAAAAAABN0/-zwVhtaBsfg/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415016485417310434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYAzbIu2OI/AAAAAAAABN0/-zwVhtaBsfg/s320/DSC01754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezi Kain you have grown up so fast.  Too fast for mommy!  I love your fun loving personality, smile, laughter and cheesy faces.  You can make me laugh just by looking at me seriously and then putting that big grin on your face.  You are so energetic.  Sometimes more than I can handle but I have fun trying to keep up.  At times you are cuddly and just want to be held and read to.  And I love when you grab my face and give me kisses for no reason.  You are smart and sensitive but also tough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been so blessed beyond measure and can't imagine a day without you.  I love you more than words can express and can't wait to see how you grow and mature.  I love you so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3041305543231623826?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3041305543231623826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3041305543231623826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3041305543231623826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3041305543231623826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-dezi.html' title='Happy Birthday Dezi...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyYA1A0_N8I/AAAAAAAABOU/sP9K09spEpw/s72-c/DSC01735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8586650109442417093</id><published>2009-12-14T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:59:58.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Dezi, what do you want to do today?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cars?   Cars?   Mooooommy....caaaaaars!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyX-IwHOk5I/AAAAAAAABNs/rxk_iLmPdLE/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyX-IwHOk5I/AAAAAAAABNs/rxk_iLmPdLE/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415013553290515346" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyX-IwHOk5I/AAAAAAAABNs/rxk_iLmPdLE/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8586650109442417093?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8586650109442417093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8586650109442417093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8586650109442417093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8586650109442417093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-summer.html' title='Our summer...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SyX-IwHOk5I/AAAAAAAABNs/rxk_iLmPdLE/s72-c/DSC01729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8379978838808675556</id><published>2009-12-03T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:51:06.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YM/YW Halloween Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year the young men and women of our ward put on a little Halloween party for the primary kids.   There was face painting, donut eating, other fun games and I think all the kids had a blast.  They dressed up in costumes ready for the fun.  The youth did a great job in getting things together and making sure the kids had fun.  Some of them even dressed up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQtXPC_I/AAAAAAAABNk/kki-13pTDlw/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246763154541554" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQtXPC_I/AAAAAAAABNk/kki-13pTDlw/s320/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you obviously couldn't tell from the picture, Dezi was Handy Manny, a character from the Disney channel.  Okay I have to laugh because no one knew who he was.  Even I didn't.  I was so late this year getting into the Halloween spirit that I just put him in jean pants and gave him his tools to carry around which he didn't.  He was actually afraid of all the weird looking people that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQD4R8DI/AAAAAAAABNc/vFVAfJROKe0/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQD4R8DI/AAAAAAAABNc/vFVAfJROKe0/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246752018853938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQD4R8DI/AAAAAAAABNc/vFVAfJROKe0/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least you could tell what I was.  Thanks to Marj we were gypsies!  Pretty hot ones if you ask me.  LOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicP9UNuEI/AAAAAAAABNU/57MzI6Vgx4w/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246750256969794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicP9UNuEI/AAAAAAAABNU/57MzI6Vgx4w/s320/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the games that the YM came up with.  You get blind folded and have to stick your hand in boxes of scabs, boogers, brains, warts, and toes and guess what it is, but in the middle box, one of the YM grabs your hand from inside the box.  It was pretty scary cause your not expecting it.  A lot of the younger kids didn't want to finish the boxes once the hand grabbed em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicPYe0JMI/AAAAAAAABNM/u-ZIz0BPdfU/s1600-h/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246740369319106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicPYe0JMI/AAAAAAAABNM/u-ZIz0BPdfU/s320/DSC01722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is one of our YW painting a face.  She is a very talented artist I found out.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Over all the night was a success and the kids enjoyed themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8379978838808675556?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8379978838808675556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8379978838808675556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8379978838808675556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8379978838808675556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/ymyw-halloween-party.html' title='YM/YW Halloween Party...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxicQtXPC_I/AAAAAAAABNk/kki-13pTDlw/s72-c/DSC01708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5324686074946152392</id><published>2009-12-03T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:31:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Lyla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think maybe everyone has had their hoopty car's right?  Well this was mine.  I named her Lyla the day I got her.  (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was my brother's car, then mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).  She is a 1994 Nissan 200sx.  She used to be green and I kept her pretty clean on the inside.  I started driving her at the very very end of my senior year in high school.  She has always been very good to me but as she got older she became less reliable:  Sparks plugs always going, losing power all of sudden and thinking I'm going to roll straight down the big hill backwards, blowing a tire at the airport, and breaking down on me on the freeway a mile from my house at midnight (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks honey and all your friends who came and got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;),  ....just to name a few.  That last one I listed was the last draw for Gil and when we were dating (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know how it sounds but we  pretty much knew we were going to get married at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) he took my old car to drive to work and he bought me my brand new 2004 white Honda Accord, that I currently drive, for my birthday!  I was totally in heaven cause this was my something new......NEW!  And it was mine.  I have always had hand me downs from my two older sisters, which I didn't mind too much because I thought they were cool.   But this was the first thing that was all mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I absolutely love  my car now and can't imagine giving it up.  I have named her Rosie since the day I started driving her, hence the rose on my shifting gear.  She is my baby and I still am anal about keeping her clean.  Although sometimes she does get really dirty do to the fact that I have a toddler,  I give her a good deep antibacterial-ized cleaning at least 2 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxf8n0vjoXI/AAAAAAAABNE/kTzAlUqVRU4/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411071238412149106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxf8n0vjoXI/AAAAAAAABNE/kTzAlUqVRU4/s320/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodbye Lyla...You have lived a full life!  Enjoy your new owner's.  Hope they can make you whole again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5324686074946152392?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5324686074946152392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5324686074946152392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5324686074946152392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5324686074946152392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-lyla.html' title='So long Lyla...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxf8n0vjoXI/AAAAAAAABNE/kTzAlUqVRU4/s72-c/DSC01705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3199050263271897484</id><published>2009-12-02T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:16:32.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To beat the heat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you all know this summer and fall has been super-dee-duper hot, muggy and sticky! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So to beat the heat I took Dezi to the Wet n' Wild Park a couple of times just to cool off and have some fun! He has gotten braver and slides down the little slide by himself and wants to do the big kid one all the time but needs me to go with him. When he's not sliding he's playing with the water that shoots out of the ground. I'm sooooo glad those days are gone......for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZjpdDMI/AAAAAAAABM0/gExWNxjpdfk/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7aDvlgaI/AAAAAAAABM8/WP9sivDDjeE/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410718058688119202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7aDvlgaI/AAAAAAAABM8/WP9sivDDjeE/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZOFiZrI/AAAAAAAABMs/L6OsLOLTZwU/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZjpdDMI/AAAAAAAABM0/gExWNxjpdfk/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410718050072464578" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZjpdDMI/AAAAAAAABM0/gExWNxjpdfk/s320/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZOFiZrI/AAAAAAAABMs/L6OsLOLTZwU/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410718044284675762" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7ZOFiZrI/AAAAAAAABMs/L6OsLOLTZwU/s320/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezi and Uncle Gene riding the big kid slide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3199050263271897484?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3199050263271897484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3199050263271897484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3199050263271897484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3199050263271897484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-beat-heat.html' title='To beat the heat...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sxa7aDvlgaI/AAAAAAAABM8/WP9sivDDjeE/s72-c/DSC01694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7487987060623928693</id><published>2009-11-30T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:49:39.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunted Lagoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year my family decided to celebrate Halloween early by going to the haunted lagoon.   Yes it was extremely hot, and yes we waited in line for 2 and  half hours but it was totally worth it.  Workers kept asking us  if we wanted to go the "Family" one (they noticed all our kids.....and babies),  but we kept telling them no.  Some of us were scared and others were just along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS45TAneOI/AAAAAAAABMk/dg3nF3kgpLY/s1600/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410152346873723106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS45TAneOI/AAAAAAAABMk/dg3nF3kgpLY/s320/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dezi totally freaked out the first time he saw this guy.  Or should I say thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS447Xq_FI/AAAAAAAABMc/IG4pw6BKj88/s1600/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410152340527971410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS447Xq_FI/AAAAAAAABMc/IG4pw6BKj88/s320/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS44qpSspI/AAAAAAAABMU/3zMSmvwxJbo/s1600/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410152336038474386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS44qpSspI/AAAAAAAABMU/3zMSmvwxJbo/s320/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two decided to sit in the back of the boat thinking that's where all the action would happen.  Nope.....all the action happened in the front but they were still scared to death.  During the whole canoe ride, my nephew Keoni (on the right), was burying his face in some ladies boob next to him with this "I want to get off this boat" look on his face.  Then after the whole fact as we were all talking about it walking back to the car he says, "Ho mom, I wasn't scared but the lady next to me thought I was and she was like on top of me."  It was something to that affect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS44Au89UI/AAAAAAAABMM/LglJ9HmpcqM/s1600/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410152324787926338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS44Au89UI/AAAAAAAABMM/LglJ9HmpcqM/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the ride.  Dezi was totally terrified during the entire ride.  He basically had his  face buried in either my chest or grandmas chest or daddy's chest.  Poor kid!  What horrible parents huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They did an awesome job this year.  I didn't go to last year's one but I kept hearing this year's one  was better.  I only hope they can top it every year cause we're doing it again.&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/6041374743638145909-7487987060623928693?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7487987060623928693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7487987060623928693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7487987060623928693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7487987060623928693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/haunted-lagoon.html' title='The Haunted Lagoon...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxS45TAneOI/AAAAAAAABMk/dg3nF3kgpLY/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3082327635493053500</id><published>2009-11-30T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:00:05.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eyes of  a toddler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried taking pictures of Dezi one day and he totally minded so he took matters in to his own hands and this is what became of it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCob2QYEI/AAAAAAAABKg/o55bo4oTAdA/s1600/DSC01647.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; His blurry finger and the bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoxGqcOI/AAAAAAAABKo/doGEgZnPb-I/s1600/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409811214289760482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoxGqcOI/AAAAAAAABKo/doGEgZnPb-I/s320/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoF9BSGI/AAAAAAAABKY/BYzxBHWbPL8/s1600/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCob2QYEI/AAAAAAAABKg/o55bo4oTAdA/s1600/DSC01647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409811208583798850" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCob2QYEI/AAAAAAAABKg/o55bo4oTAdA/s320/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCnnhjMBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/XVON44a9R6c/s1600/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; One of his books and part of his foot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoF9BSGI/AAAAAAAABKY/BYzxBHWbPL8/s1600/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409811202706589794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoF9BSGI/AAAAAAAABKY/BYzxBHWbPL8/s320/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoF9BSGI/AAAAAAAABKY/BYzxBHWbPL8/s1600/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love of his life....MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCnnhjMBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/XVON44a9R6c/s1600/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409811194538307602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCnnhjMBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/XVON44a9R6c/s320/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Dezi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3082327635493053500?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3082327635493053500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3082327635493053500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3082327635493053500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3082327635493053500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-eyes-of-toddler.html' title='Through the eyes of  a toddler...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxOCoxGqcOI/AAAAAAAABKo/doGEgZnPb-I/s72-c/DSC01649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3696834550619129591</id><published>2009-11-29T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:24:25.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.C.C. day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a long while back my brother and his son came down for a nice long visit from Texas. While they were here we thought it would be nice if the whole family went to the Polynesian Cultural Center, since they redid the night show. It was the best day I think we all had in a while. The kids were amazed at all the things they saw, heard and experienced and thoroughly enjoyed themselves and so did the adults. Here's a quick re-cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8TZjDeoI/AAAAAAAABKI/uSw5vXbv-Ls/s1600/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409804250119371394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8TZjDeoI/AAAAAAAABKI/uSw5vXbv-Ls/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First everyone met at Papa's office at BYUH around lunch time. Above is one of the views from his office. You can see the cannon center from his window, and below is a picture of papa....and Dezi.....working hard. Or hardly working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SoYFOrI/AAAAAAAABKA/6s-zQwT-A14/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409804236920011442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SoYFOrI/AAAAAAAABKA/6s-zQwT-A14/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7j7SkyaI/AAAAAAAABJY/lbnBkGaTJDk/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SOXFPsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/S1KveZQk5fw/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SOXFPsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/S1KveZQk5fw/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409804229936496322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SOXFPsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/S1KveZQk5fw/s320/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate lunch at the Seasider then headed on over to the Poly Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7jhbwQ0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/0Ptv3hRC1rE/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We watched the canoe show....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Fiji. I thought it was a cool motion pic. The kiddies REALLY enjoyed watching all the dancers on boats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7lbesXpI/AAAAAAAABJw/EM140x5Oi2Q/s1600/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409803460363968146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7lbesXpI/AAAAAAAABJw/EM140x5Oi2Q/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8SOXFPsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/S1KveZQk5fw/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7k6Ci_kI/AAAAAAAABJo/0abNSryyTHs/s1600/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409803451387543106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7k6Ci_kI/AAAAAAAABJo/0abNSryyTHs/s320/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7kQ75GYI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2VCC2gPE8g/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to a few villages.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister U'i volunteering to show her mad Tahitian skills. Uh, hello. Isn't it supposed to be for the tourists? LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7j7SkyaI/AAAAAAAABJY/lbnBkGaTJDk/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7kQ75GYI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2VCC2gPE8g/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409803440353778050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7kQ75GYI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2VCC2gPE8g/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7jhbwQ0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/0Ptv3hRC1rE/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got some tattoo's....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezi not quite sure about his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7jhbwQ0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/0Ptv3hRC1rE/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7j7SkyaI/AAAAAAAABJY/lbnBkGaTJDk/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409803434543335842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7j7SkyaI/AAAAAAAABJY/lbnBkGaTJDk/s320/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tried out some poi balls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had the funnest time. I had to buy some partly because I wanted a pair and partly because he didn't want to give his up. Ok, so mostly because I wanted a pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7jhbwQ0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/0Ptv3hRC1rE/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409803427602514754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN7jhbwQ0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/0Ptv3hRC1rE/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And really enjoyed the new night show. This guy was the main adult character. Isn't he hot? Team who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the night show we left to eat McDonald's then went back to watch the show. It was totally amazing and I would see it again and again. If you haven't seen the new show do yourself a favor and take your family it will be a night you won't forget! I will never forget this day. All our family (almost) in one place enjoying each other, catching up, laughing and watching our little ones play together. This is one I won't forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3696834550619129591?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3696834550619129591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3696834550619129591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3696834550619129591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3696834550619129591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/pcc-day.html' title='P.C.C. day...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SxN8TZjDeoI/AAAAAAAABKI/uSw5vXbv-Ls/s72-c/DSC01574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1849487636064581041</id><published>2009-10-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:49:05.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo la la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhC_1MTPI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPuPa_4pfro/s1600-h/DSC_7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what could be more sexier than this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhC_1MTPI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPuPa_4pfro/s1600-h/DSC_7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393378364130872562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhC_1MTPI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPuPa_4pfro/s320/DSC_7104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhCR8dn-I/AAAAAAAABI8/O49qDroi2XI/s1600-h/DSC_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhCR8dn-I/AAAAAAAABI8/O49qDroi2XI/s1600-h/DSC_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhCR8dn-I/AAAAAAAABI8/O49qDroi2XI/s1600-h/DSC_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhCR8dn-I/AAAAAAAABI8/O49qDroi2XI/s1600-h/DSC_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393378351813337058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhCR8dn-I/AAAAAAAABI8/O49qDroi2XI/s320/DSC_7105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My husband doing dishes while holding our son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you tell he wants something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ha ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1849487636064581041?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1849487636064581041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1849487636064581041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1849487636064581041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1849487636064581041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooo-la-la.html' title='Oooo la la...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkhC_1MTPI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPuPa_4pfro/s72-c/DSC_7104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6757395858642012098</id><published>2009-10-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:31:24.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, bye my little baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkdbiPJbdI/AAAAAAAABI0/-B9P-gRVSXk/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393374387636891090" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkdbiPJbdI/AAAAAAAABI0/-B9P-gRVSXk/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dezi has finally said goodbye to his best friend in the whole world....his pacifier.   Only because we actually lost it but I found that it was a good opportunity to let it go.  We've given him treats everytime he has been wanting it.  I think I let him suck it for so long cause he's my baby.  I won't have one for a little while longer and wanted him to kinda still be my baby and with the pacifier it just reminded me that he was a baby still.  But he is getting to be my big boy now and I need to enjoy him at this more fun stage.  SO goodbye pacifier and hello big boy!&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/6041374743638145909-6757395858642012098?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6757395858642012098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6757395858642012098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6757395858642012098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6757395858642012098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye-bye-my-little-baby.html' title='Bye, bye my little baby...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkdbiPJbdI/AAAAAAAABI0/-B9P-gRVSXk/s72-c/DSC01418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6252165984852376273</id><published>2009-10-16T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:25:29.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving his little mark in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkcxYFhibI/AAAAAAAABIs/DYFN1EwA6OE/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393373663357667762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkcxYFhibI/AAAAAAAABIs/DYFN1EwA6OE/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least for a little while.  I love footprints in the sand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6252165984852376273?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6252165984852376273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6252165984852376273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6252165984852376273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6252165984852376273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaving-his-little-mark-in-world.html' title='Leaving his little mark in the world...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkcxYFhibI/AAAAAAAABIs/DYFN1EwA6OE/s72-c/DSC01664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2882606675713501351</id><published>2009-10-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:21:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dezi Kain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is so smart now. He now knows (for a little while) how to get in and out of his crib due to the little exit on the side. He finally figured out that if he pulls on the zipper the whole door will open and he will play and have fun in his "Payos" (playhouse). That's what I called it one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkarzyzldI/AAAAAAAABIk/6mKaSL29nAc/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393371368692880850" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkarzyzldI/AAAAAAAABIk/6mKaSL29nAc/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2882606675713501351?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2882606675713501351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2882606675713501351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2882606675713501351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2882606675713501351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dezi-kain.html' title='My Dezi Kain...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StkarzyzldI/AAAAAAAABIk/6mKaSL29nAc/s72-c/DSC01426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8957079851674468715</id><published>2009-10-15T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:11:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylin's Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was so long ago, but I wanted to show my love.   Taylin (my niece) just turned 8 this past July.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She has been such a singing, funny, acting and loving blessing to our families life.  She has so&lt;br /&gt;much energy and lets it all out in the musical/theater direction.  She is constantly making up moves to songs and making up songs.  Fittingly she had an iCarly party.  She kind of reminds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; of iCarly.  She and all the kids had a blast.  Here's a little recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Stdvztlzf3I/AAAAAAAABIc/1fs33uOXxI8/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902013001629554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Stdvztlzf3I/AAAAAAAABIc/1fs33uOXxI8/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa read to the boys and they were so in to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvzKp5j1I/AAAAAAAABIU/ADMuB2xCUcc/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fashion game.  The kids (girls) broke up into teams and made an outfit out of foil.  The aunties (Me, U'i, and Chalei) were the models and boy were we good.  My outfit lost.  Chalei's won I think.  Because she had a phone, bag, earrings, bracelet and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvzKp5j1I/AAAAAAAABIU/ADMuB2xCUcc/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902003623563090" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvzKp5j1I/AAAAAAAABIU/ADMuB2xCUcc/s320/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvMWO3_EI/AAAAAAAABIE/BcMYVGUoF-Q/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901336716540994" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvMWO3_EI/AAAAAAAABIE/BcMYVGUoF-Q/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvM9MNCjI/AAAAAAAABIM/cXtdYB5SmLc/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901347174320690" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvM9MNCjI/AAAAAAAABIM/cXtdYB5SmLc/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvL2hGyaI/AAAAAAAABH8/woBcCwvY3hI/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901328203073954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvL2hGyaI/AAAAAAAABH8/woBcCwvY3hI/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a fun game.  They had to close their eyes and pick two m&amp;amp;m's and someone had to tell them if it was a match or not, if it was not a match they had to put them in their mouth until they got a match.  Then hand it to the next player.  The team that finished first won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvLXLOUqI/AAAAAAAABH0/MDAgUp9KOrE/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901319789793954" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvLXLOUqI/AAAAAAAABH0/MDAgUp9KOrE/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvK74XGxI/AAAAAAAABHs/zUdCa9oG5hI/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901312462920466" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StdvK74XGxI/AAAAAAAABHs/zUdCa9oG5hI/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy belated birthday Taylin!  Hope you enjoyed your celebration and baptism.  We are all so proud of you and hope you will continue to be the sweet, fun loving girl you are.  You are beautiful inside and out and are so glad you are a part of our family.  You are my best Taylin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8957079851674468715?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8957079851674468715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8957079851674468715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8957079851674468715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8957079851674468715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/taylins-birthday.html' title='Taylin&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Stdvztlzf3I/AAAAAAAABIc/1fs33uOXxI8/s72-c/DSC01490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3878633544850663146</id><published>2009-10-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:27:40.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days gone by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Please excuse the extra long post due to empty space.  I don't know why it does that.  It put&lt;br /&gt;huge spaces between the pictures that I posted and I tried to fix it as much as possible but&lt;br /&gt;I'm done fiddeling with it so it is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Anyway, these past few, four months or so I've been trying to  keep Dezi busy with all kinds of activities and craft projects.  So until I post on each one individually this is just a little re-cap&lt;br /&gt;or run down of some of the things we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 align="center"&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh9TbaifI/AAAAAAAABF8/8y7aNsURwk0/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmXx0WSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/0T9bQ2h1yfI/s1600-h/DSC_7424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392610162518673442" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmXx0WSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/0T9bQ2h1yfI/s320/DSC_7424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our latest adventure was the zoo.  The last I took Dezi he was about 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;This time he knew what animals were kept saying their names and oohh-ing and ah-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at everything.  This day was the funnest for me.  Just to see his expressions.....it was soooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&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;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlWkTpD-I/AAAAAAAABHM/BQvvPb3S8GI/s1600-h/DSC_7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609042200334306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlWkTpD-I/AAAAAAAABHM/BQvvPb3S8GI/s320/DSC_7152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've played dress up.  Now that he can reach my jewelry he puts them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlVwQ1XXI/AAAAAAAABHE/gbyAL7DEDIw/s1600-h/DSC_7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609028229913970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlVwQ1XXI/AAAAAAAABHE/gbyAL7DEDIw/s320/DSC_7154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also loves to put on my lip gloss.  He sees me get ready every morning so he wants&lt;br /&gt;to do the same.  The lip gloss is the only thing I let him put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlVev86YI/AAAAAAAABG8/bfoOwIOE3zU/s1600-h/DSC_7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609023528593794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlVev86YI/AAAAAAAABG8/bfoOwIOE3zU/s320/DSC_7169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do different projects each morning like painting, coloring (markers or crayons), glueing&lt;br /&gt;or do things like playdough.  He loves this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlUhE9KdI/AAAAAAAABG0/iPN0LNuwcJg/s1600-h/DSC_7145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609006973692370" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlUhE9KdI/AAAAAAAABG0/iPN0LNuwcJg/s320/DSC_7145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also loves to clonck around in mommies shoes.   Not just any shoes.  My high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlUD8hQ8I/AAAAAAAABGs/S8GOEPbvJ_k/s1600-h/DSC_7112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392608999153681346" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZlUD8hQ8I/AAAAAAAABGs/S8GOEPbvJ_k/s320/DSC_7112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He invented a new game.  He climbs to the top of the couch and slides down the back rest.&lt;br /&gt;He's almost at the bottom in this pic.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh8FqlR7I/AAAAAAAABFs/DStChL3ap5U/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj-5NGfMI/AAAAAAAABGk/hMmFTrV5aa0/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392607535981558978" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj-5NGfMI/AAAAAAAABGk/hMmFTrV5aa0/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go to the park a few times a week to get his energy out.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj-eksc2I/AAAAAAAABGc/zWBldOS_UE8/s1600-h/DSC_7087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392607528832758626" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj-eksc2I/AAAAAAAABGc/zWBldOS_UE8/s320/DSC_7087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had some fun at the beach house that Lindren and Mel rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmWnwRkjI/AAAAAAAABHU/EWD0sJQSlN8/s1600-h/DSC_7265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392610142637363762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmWnwRkjI/AAAAAAAABHU/EWD0sJQSlN8/s320/DSC_7265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Kahala Mall to see the fossil exibit.  He didn't really like it as you can probably tell.&lt;br /&gt;That fossil is a hippo skull.  When the man opened the mouth my niece Krysta could've fit&lt;br /&gt;in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmXP9iYrI/AAAAAAAABHc/0v-AO1S5_AQ/s1600-h/DSC_7348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392610153430409906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmXP9iYrI/AAAAAAAABHc/0v-AO1S5_AQ/s320/DSC_7348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw some turtles....a whole family with cousins, aunts and uncles at Ali'i beach.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj9mueWZI/AAAAAAAABGU/gSSsfxAyFDU/s1600-h/DSC_7123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392607513841392018" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj9mueWZI/AAAAAAAABGU/gSSsfxAyFDU/s320/DSC_7123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had some picnics.  Inside cause it was raining that day.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj9NuPgMI/AAAAAAAABGM/Jz5ctcBRIrk/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392607507129532610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj9NuPgMI/AAAAAAAABGM/Jz5ctcBRIrk/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cruised with papa at his office in BYUH.  We went to the PCC that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh7tsvZLI/AAAAAAAABFk/BdBsSs8mlrs/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj8m54j4I/AAAAAAAABGE/__ycaXXboTw/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392607496709377922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZj8m54j4I/AAAAAAAABGE/__ycaXXboTw/s320/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entered a donut eating contest.  He lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh9TbaifI/AAAAAAAABF8/8y7aNsURwk0/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392605309637921266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh9TbaifI/AAAAAAAABF8/8y7aNsURwk0/s320/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cruised at the parks to celebrate cousins birthdays!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh82tNSlI/AAAAAAAABF0/nUaDuHLS5PA/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392605301927922258" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh82tNSlI/AAAAAAAABF0/nUaDuHLS5PA/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went fishing.   He is actually really good at this game.  He is very well hand-eye coordination  .....coordinated&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh8FqlR7I/AAAAAAAABFs/DStChL3ap5U/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392605288763574194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh8FqlR7I/AAAAAAAABFs/DStChL3ap5U/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cruised at home in our p.j.'s when mommy was too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh7tsvZLI/AAAAAAAABFk/BdBsSs8mlrs/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392605282330174642" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh7tsvZLI/AAAAAAAABFk/BdBsSs8mlrs/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoyed some sweets&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh68j_XWI/AAAAAAAABFc/-5neAQ08t6c/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392605269140135266" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZh68j_XWI/AAAAAAAABFc/-5neAQ08t6c/s320/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And was totally terrified at the bug exhibit at Pearl Ridge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(this is probably a repeat but I don't want to go back and look.  I'm too tired)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3878633544850663146?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3878633544850663146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3878633544850663146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3878633544850663146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3878633544850663146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-gone-by.html' title='Days gone by...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StZmXx0WSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/0T9bQ2h1yfI/s72-c/DSC_7424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4813160248106084141</id><published>2009-10-11T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:12:49.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, okay so I know I haven't posted in quite a while which is very strange for me.  But unfortunately our computer has been acting up.  Apparently it has a "real" mind of it's own and would turn off whenever it felt like it.  Like when I'm posting.  SO irritating.  But it seems okay for now.  So i'm going to attempt to  do regular posts and see how they go.   So much has happened so I will probably just smush them all together.   That way you know what has been going on and I can finally get caught up on my journaling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for my first "official" post in over a month it's going to be a question.  The more interesting blogs with pictures will follow after but I need some help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend I had caught like a sore throat.  It started on Thursday but wasn't even that bad.  Then Friday night comes and Oh my holy heck it felt like my throat was going to suffocate me.  It was so painful to swallow even my spit.  I ended up crying and not getting any sleep because of the pain.  During the day it is still very painful but I can somewhat handle it because I'm drinking constantly, drinking water with lemon and honey, taking IBuprofen, gargling with salt water and spraying chloroseptic on my throat.  That's what the home remedy book tells me but if anyone has any tips to help me further please!!!  I need some kind of relief.  Especially at night. I'm going to my doctors office tomorrow (Hopefull he will take me) and hopefully he will give me some kind of antibiotics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please let me know of any other tips.  I am just so weak and don't know how much more pain I can take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4813160248106084141?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4813160248106084141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4813160248106084141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4813160248106084141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4813160248106084141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7971759067526064236</id><published>2009-10-10T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:28:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StDuUkPJGuI/AAAAAAAABEs/EB651eeot7A/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391070791054465762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StDuUkPJGuI/AAAAAAAABEs/EB651eeot7A/s320/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crazy fun times my family has together!&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/6041374743638145909-7971759067526064236?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7971759067526064236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7971759067526064236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7971759067526064236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7971759067526064236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/StDuUkPJGuI/AAAAAAAABEs/EB651eeot7A/s72-c/DSC01463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2066790832358101424</id><published>2009-10-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:18:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #100...</title><content type='html'>100.  I am excited but nervous about moving.  Yes we are moving.......eventually.  It's not happening tomorrow but hopefully closing by the end of Nov.  then fixing up the place and moving maybe at the end of the year or early next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2066790832358101424?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2066790832358101424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2066790832358101424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2066790832358101424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2066790832358101424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-things-100.html' title='100 things #100...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2872963491648517578</id><published>2009-10-10T13:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:16:53.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #99...</title><content type='html'>99.  I would love to go back to the mainland and live there for a while in a place that has fall and cool weather but not to much snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2872963491648517578?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2872963491648517578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2872963491648517578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2872963491648517578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2872963491648517578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-things-99.html' title='100 things #99...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1708132909367489661</id><published>2009-10-10T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:15:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #98...</title><content type='html'>98.  I love being a wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1708132909367489661?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1708132909367489661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1708132909367489661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1708132909367489661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1708132909367489661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-things-98.html' title='100 things #98...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7534394446346173629</id><published>2009-10-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:15:19.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things # 97...</title><content type='html'>97.  I absolutely love being a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7534394446346173629?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7534394446346173629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7534394446346173629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7534394446346173629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7534394446346173629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-things-97.html' title='100 things # 97...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7844082048780532517</id><published>2009-08-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:00:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #96...</title><content type='html'>96.  I have met or seen quite a few celebrities in my life.  Here are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew Keegan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-7th heaven (he played the boyfriend to Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kareem Abdul-Jabar-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (is that how you spell his name?) All i know is he was in the NBA don't know which team.  I stood behind him in line at longs after I got off my shift and his elbow was literally at my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Walker- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My movie star husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dog-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bounty hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dean Cain-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;super man and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tea Leoni-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deep Impact, Bad Boys, Jurassic Park III&lt;br /&gt;                     and most recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heidi Klume-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;victoria's secret model, project runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;All these people I have either seen or was their cashier at Longs in Kahala Mall.  I've also seen the stars from Baywatch Hawaii but I don't really consider them stars.  I was so stoked to see Paul Walker.  He asked me where the deodorant was.  Aaaahhhhh!!!  Stupidly I just told him the isle instead of saying "Sure let me show you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7844082048780532517?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7844082048780532517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7844082048780532517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7844082048780532517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7844082048780532517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-96.html' title='100 things #96...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2743129816953323645</id><published>2009-08-24T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:16:35.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star struck...</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 and half weeks my brother and his son have been back home visiting us from Texas.  (Actually he left last night) anyway, on Friday my whole family decided to go to Ko Olina and enjoy a relaxing day in the sun.  We all got there at about 9am and they were turning people away because it was too full.  We then decided to go to Kailua beach (Kalama Beach Park) instead.  Well it was so worth the drive and wasted gas because I saw Heidi Klume a mere 5 feet away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was sitting with Dezi on the sand when a group of people walked by.  A young Haole mom with her daughter.  The little girl was super cute and  watched her play in the sand and smiled at the mom they slowly passed and then came a black guy and his white wife.  I looked up to see who had stopped right in front of me 5 feet away.  I couldn't see at first cause they were both looking at their 2 sons behind them playing in the sand and water.  I looked at the boys playing then back at the couple when the man turns around.  "Oh my gosh that's Seal!  That's Seal."  I was thinking then it hit me...."Holy crap that's Heidi Klume...that's Heidi!"  I immediately started smiling at them going crazy in my mind then she looks around, sees me smiling right at her and smiles back.  Then they continue to walk holding hands down the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Heidi Klume was 5 feet away and smiled right at me!  She's still beautiful with no makeup and the wind blowing her hair.  She was also very pregnant.  Her cute pointed belly was covered with a sheer top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     No I didn't say anything to her like a dummy........ again.  When will I learn?  Oh well at least I can say I saw her and she smiled at me.  Oh what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2743129816953323645?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2743129816953323645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2743129816953323645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2743129816953323645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2743129816953323645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-struck.html' title='Star struck...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5487986770767267254</id><published>2009-08-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:00:00.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #95...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;95.  I never knew this little tidbit until my husband had recently pointed out this fact about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not a soda kinda gal per say, I will drink soda, but I would rather have a raspberry tea (Okay I know but I don't get it a lot) or lemonade or lemon water.  Thanks honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5487986770767267254?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5487986770767267254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5487986770767267254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5487986770767267254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5487986770767267254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-95.html' title='100 things #95...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-798152136187688192</id><published>2009-08-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:00:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #94...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;94.  I have to admit when I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was going to stay skinny forever.  I actually remember saying into the mirror one day..."Look at me (while looking at myself), I'm so skinny, I'm never gonna get fat."  Oh what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind you this came about after I received a comment on how fat I would get in the future if I kept eating junks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-798152136187688192?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/798152136187688192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=798152136187688192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/798152136187688192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/798152136187688192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-94.html' title='100 things #94...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1306404163395578545</id><published>2009-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:00:01.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #93...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;93.  I have found it hard to come up with 100 random facts about me.  I thought this would easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1306404163395578545?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1306404163395578545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1306404163395578545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1306404163395578545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1306404163395578545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-93.html' title='100 things #93...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6898821055159134955</id><published>2009-08-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:00:00.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #92...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;92.  I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like taking out the trash.  I'm sorry, but I do think it's a mans job.  I don't like touching the moist dirty trash bag and then touching the big dirty  trash can outside.  Eeeeewwww!  Uuuugggghhhh!  Blah..bleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6898821055159134955?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6898821055159134955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6898821055159134955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6898821055159134955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6898821055159134955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-92.html' title='100 things #92...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3486429790022976609</id><published>2009-08-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:00:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #91...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;91.  Okay not to sound uppety or snooty but I feel like I am privilegded and very lucky to have the friends and family that I do.  They are the most awesome-est people I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3486429790022976609?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3486429790022976609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3486429790022976609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3486429790022976609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3486429790022976609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-91.html' title='100 things #91...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4292192806385900423</id><published>2009-08-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:00:00.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #90...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;90.  I have a birthmark on the side of my right leg shin.  Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4292192806385900423?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4292192806385900423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4292192806385900423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4292192806385900423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4292192806385900423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-90.html' title='100 things #90...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3804682722870830148</id><published>2009-08-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:00:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #89...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;89.  I hate all the little beauty spots on my face.  It annoys me.  It makes me feel like someone took a sharpie and just dotted my face when I was sleeping.  Uuuuugggghhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3804682722870830148?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3804682722870830148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3804682722870830148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3804682722870830148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3804682722870830148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-89.html' title='100 things #89...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5638672858749902757</id><published>2009-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:00:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #88...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;88.  I sang every year in the Honolulu Stake Tabernacle Christmas Choir as a youth.  It was soooo much fun!  Especially being with my friends from other wards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5638672858749902757?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5638672858749902757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5638672858749902757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5638672858749902757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5638672858749902757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-88.html' title='100 things #88...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5148808972420110084</id><published>2009-08-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:00:01.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #87...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;87.  I danced Hula from the 7th-12th grade, with Pohai Souza.  We did shows but never competitions.  My Kumu, didn't believe that hula should be a competition but should be enjoyed and shared.  Don't ask me to dance now.  I only remember one song by memory others are just bits and pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/6041374743638145909-5148808972420110084?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5148808972420110084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5148808972420110084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5148808972420110084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5148808972420110084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-87.html' title='100 things #87...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6361200464764126890</id><published>2009-08-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:00:02.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #86...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;86.  The earliest memory I have is of our house in New Albany, Indiana.  We had like pink, hot pink, light pink paisley (I think) wall paper.  I wanna say I was like 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6361200464764126890?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6361200464764126890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6361200464764126890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6361200464764126890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6361200464764126890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-86.html' title='100 things #86...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6206684976518831713</id><published>2009-08-14T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:22:11.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #85...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;85.  My favorite beach would have to be Ko Olina.  No waves, a little cold, but plenty of beach shade and grass.  And it's clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6206684976518831713?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6206684976518831713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6206684976518831713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6206684976518831713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6206684976518831713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-85.html' title='100 things #85...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4987037719347917657</id><published>2009-08-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:00:04.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #84...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;84.  I was baptized here in Hawaii at the Turtle Bay Resort.  I remember trying to look in the water to see if I could see anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4987037719347917657?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4987037719347917657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4987037719347917657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4987037719347917657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4987037719347917657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-84.html' title='100 things #84...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4329351283223872786</id><published>2009-08-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:00:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #83...</title><content type='html'>83.  Words I use often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Oh my gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.  Good!  How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.  Hi (with a smile and sometimes eye lifts-retarded I know, don't know why I do it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.  What ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.  Mmmm Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.  Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4329351283223872786?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4329351283223872786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4329351283223872786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4329351283223872786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4329351283223872786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-83.html' title='100 things #83...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3547363522710667442</id><published>2009-08-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:00:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #82...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;82.  It makes me super mad when innocent children get hurt.  If I see something on t.v. or read about something about children getting hurt for no reason, I will actually cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3547363522710667442?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3547363522710667442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3547363522710667442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3547363522710667442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3547363522710667442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-82.html' title='100 things #82...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2909888872780729126</id><published>2009-08-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:00:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #81...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;81.  I actually used to play Halo 1.  And I was actually okay at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2909888872780729126?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2909888872780729126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2909888872780729126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2909888872780729126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2909888872780729126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-81.html' title='100 things #81...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2330718991850122578</id><published>2009-08-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:00:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #80...</title><content type='html'>80.  Our t.v. broke about 1 1/2-2 weeks ago and I must say that I haven't missed it.   I mean I do miss not being able to watch my shows that I love but it's not like I'm having a hard time not watching them.  I just do other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2330718991850122578?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2330718991850122578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2330718991850122578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2330718991850122578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2330718991850122578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-80.html' title='100 things #80...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7959796754277364894</id><published>2009-08-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:00:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #79...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;79.  I actually chased after Gil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7959796754277364894?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7959796754277364894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7959796754277364894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7959796754277364894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7959796754277364894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-79.html' title='100 things #79...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-193386717906223867</id><published>2009-08-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:00:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #78...</title><content type='html'>78.  I love little notes or flowers or sweet gestures...'just because...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-193386717906223867?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/193386717906223867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=193386717906223867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/193386717906223867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/193386717906223867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-78.html' title='100 things #78...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4742147191167575430</id><published>2009-08-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:00:00.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #77...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;77.  I threw up in my shirt once after eating McDonalds and my brother pushing me on the little merry-go-round and wouldn't let me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4742147191167575430?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4742147191167575430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4742147191167575430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4742147191167575430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4742147191167575430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-77.html' title='100 things #77...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-1619450736084743487</id><published>2009-08-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:00:04.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #76...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;76.  When I lived in Texas my cousin, who was in the military at the time, would stay with us on the weekends.  Every time he came over he would take over the remote and make me and my little sister his slaves basically.  "Get me this, you're in my way, give me the phone, make me something to eat....."  you know, the natural irritating tendencies of usually a brother or sister.  Well me and my sis used to write notes saying "I hate Nathan" or "Nathan is so bossy" and we would hang them on our window so that everyone could see.  LOL!!!  I'm thinking back at it now.....it was sooooo juvenile!   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-1619450736084743487?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1619450736084743487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=1619450736084743487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1619450736084743487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/1619450736084743487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-76.html' title='100 things #76...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7913079513350168522</id><published>2009-08-03T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:09:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #75...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;75.  When I was growing up I shared a room with my younger sister, and once a year every year we had to go through our stuff and give away some things and clean it good really good.  And every time after my dad would give us a talk about how we needed to keep it clean.  I think it lasted some where around 2-3 months?  The keeping the room clean part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7913079513350168522?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7913079513350168522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7913079513350168522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7913079513350168522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7913079513350168522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-75.html' title='100 things #75...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7589023467386326352</id><published>2009-08-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:32:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Kelly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my friend Kelly Bishop and I have the same birthday but this is for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month is such a special one, it's birthday time for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd really like to celebrate this happy day with you...(but Gil has plans) so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zippity yay and heidi ho there's something I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll write out a song that we all knooooooow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthdaaaay, to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday Kelly!  Hope you have a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s.  yes I did change the words a little to song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7589023467386326352?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7589023467386326352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7589023467386326352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7589023467386326352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7589023467386326352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-for-kelly.html' title='This is for Kelly...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7524834575971534075</id><published>2009-08-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:00:00.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #74...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;74.  I am almost 30!  I'm 27 today.  But for some reason I'm okay with getting older.  For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7524834575971534075?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7524834575971534075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7524834575971534075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7524834575971534075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7524834575971534075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-things-74.html' title='100 things #74...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5557579165195800389</id><published>2009-07-31T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:53:44.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tag...I'm it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;I so love these things)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here’s how it works: USE ONLY ONE WORD!It’s not as easy as you might think. Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to use only one-word answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Desk&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Dark&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? Cheery&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Scary&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Degree&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? Family&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Son&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Mortgage&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Ewa&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Nah&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Money&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Mainland&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Talked&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? P.J.'s&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV on? Yes (Pre School Prep DVD-does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? Annoying&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Awesome&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Good&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Exhausted (emotionally)&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Husband&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? Honda&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Aero (right now)&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Pink&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Now (talking on the phone to sis.)&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Now (talking on phone to husband)&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? Gil&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? Walmart&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? Kauwe (right now)&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Olive Garden (not here... :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize some have two words but whatever. As for my little side notes if you want to know just ask me on Sunday or when ever you see me, or if you don't see me just call me. I tag Marj, Sonya, Juli, Cami, U'i, Chalei, and Eva. If you've already been tagged then I'll be reading yours soon! Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5557579165195800389?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5557579165195800389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5557579165195800389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5557579165195800389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5557579165195800389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4408913872185620975</id><published>2009-07-31T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:00:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #73...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;73.  Perks about being the daughter of the stake president....You get to meet all kinds of people like,  I met Pres. Monson and had dinner with him when he was still the 1st counselor,  Elder Hales (quorum of the 12) ate at our house.  President Uchdorf (when he was in the 12) and his wife ate at our house (Gil and I had to pick them up from the Mandarin in Kahala, boy it's tough for them to travel...Hee hee!) and he ate all the last bit of our kim chee and didn't ask if anyone wanted.  LOL!!  He LOVES kim chee.  Elder Dickson/Dickinson (?) of the 70 ate and stayed at our house (He was the most hilarious out of them all).  Many more have stayed in our guest room and ate with us but I can't remember them all.  It was such a blessing to have those men come in our home and to talk with them and feel their spirit and love for the gospel but also just to be normal with them.  Although we were kind of star struck in a way they are totally cool.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One cool story is that my sister had her wisdom's pulled out but my dad had meetings with Elder Nelson.  Well she fainted on the floor so naturally I called my dad and he had just picked up Elder Nelson.  I told him the situation and Elder Nelson told me to give her extra strength Tylenol and liquids.  It seems so futile and such an easy fix but just because they came from Elder Nelson it was "whoa...okay." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4408913872185620975?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4408913872185620975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4408913872185620975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4408913872185620975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4408913872185620975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-73.html' title='100 things #73...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2133756492510861394</id><published>2009-07-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:35:22.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another late post but thought I would share anyway.  For the 4th of July weekend Gil asked&lt;br /&gt;his brother, who works at the Marriott in Waikiki, if he could get us a room where we would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; be able to see the fireworks display.  He said he also a kind of wanted a romantic weekend with me since we haven't had one in a long while.  So I of course I jumped at the opportunity.  "Kind of romantic" meaning we had Dezi.  I'm not comfortable with my in-laws watching him over night because who knows what they would feed him, and my parents already have 4 grandchildren at their house that they can't get rid of.  (Haha! Chalei......you know I love you!)  So we did invite my family if they wanted to come.  My parents, and sister-in-law and her two kids came.  It was nice to have them their because Dezi had playmates until bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the night went.  We checked in @ 3-ish and my sister-in-law met us in the lobby a few minutes after.  We got to the room on the 24th floor, and oogled at the view we had, then got ready for the pool.  We met my parents downstairs and I took my mom to the room to get her ready while everyone else went to the pool.  Oogled again at the view then went to the pool.  We&lt;br /&gt;swam and had fun in our little corner of the pool for about an hour (which is kinda small I might add), then got ready for dinner.  We ate at another hotel across from the Marriott at a restaurant called...?....something  247?  24/7?  Oh I can't remember.  Anyway the restaurant food was very good.  And there was hardly anyone in there so I didn't mind that Dezi was kind of running around.  After dinner we went back to the room and saw fireworks.  We had a little pre-show too.  Before the Magic Island started we saw Kapolei's in the distance and the one by Pearl Harbor somewhere....Hickam?  Then our show began, and we had front row seats!  Thanks Glen for an awesome night.  After the fireworks my family went home, then Gil and I started our own fireworks!  Nah just kidding we had Dezi in the room.  Or did we?  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364331975448761714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHvgp3klXI/AAAAAAAABC4/gb7YIQtOelM/s320/DSC_6885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364331967161996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHvgK_2liI/AAAAAAAABCw/Z86hURZsDA0/s320/DSC_6888.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were in the corner all the way at the top.  The little spots in the water are people&lt;br /&gt;that have been out there all day waiting for fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364331958103273490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHvfpQFcBI/AAAAAAAABCo/wK3JHLQedF4/s320/DSC_6919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fun little corner of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364331944010071778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHve0wAPuI/AAAAAAAABCg/Quv0jQy5G9w/s320/DSC_6916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364331940114357346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHvemPMXGI/AAAAAAAABCY/6aquhovFH14/s320/DSC_6920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330936575056178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHukLwx2TI/AAAAAAAABCQ/WbTv3nUnVy8/s320/DSC_6921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330931788443906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHuj57j8QI/AAAAAAAABCI/5WvXYiVYas4/s320/DSC_6959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At night.  This is a funky shot.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330928605094322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHujuEl4bI/AAAAAAAABCA/qtO_2tK4DNc/s320/DSC_6964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And this is what we saw from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330920480717682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHujPzlu3I/AAAAAAAABB4/6xQKkLnHsRI/s320/DSC_6984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329985332893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHts0G-V0I/AAAAAAAABBw/xEAlOr5gmkQ/s320/DSC_7002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy and Bubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329976275783218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHtsSXlzjI/AAAAAAAABBo/xEEv3TRS23I/s320/DSC_7006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we ate breakfast at Burger King, not at B.K. we ate on the beach and walked up Waikiki and back.  So much has changed since I was last there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329975292567250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHtsOtLHtI/AAAAAAAABBg/voRjk4VCidU/s320/DSC_7028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329966282147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHtrtI7BmI/AAAAAAAABBY/IsNN4AaaaGI/s320/DSC_7032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is a cool motorcycle that was made entirely out of wood.  Gil thought it was the coolest thing that he ever saw.  Dezi kept saying....Car?  car? So cute.  Happy 4th! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2133756492510861394?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2133756492510861394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2133756492510861394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2133756492510861394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2133756492510861394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SnHvgp3klXI/AAAAAAAABC4/gb7YIQtOelM/s72-c/DSC_6885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-4018273979898295576</id><published>2009-07-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:00:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #72...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;72.  I loved YW growing.  I especially loved the camping but as I got older I didn't like sleeping in the tent with like 8 other girls, so being the daughter of the stake president at the time I would sleep with my dad in his tent or next to him on a cot under the stake tarp.  I love perks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-4018273979898295576?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4018273979898295576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=4018273979898295576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4018273979898295576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/4018273979898295576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-72.html' title='100 things #72...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5092220855964397479</id><published>2009-07-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:00:01.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #71...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;71.  I love blogging!  Although lately I haven't had the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5092220855964397479?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5092220855964397479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5092220855964397479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5092220855964397479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5092220855964397479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-71.html' title='100 things #71...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3014370546174257206</id><published>2009-07-28T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:46:57.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I know it's been a while since the carnival happened but I have been quite busy.  So, yes we did go to the carnival, yes we did go at 12 noon when they opened, yes it was blazing hot, yes we did sweat so much that we could have filled up a baby pool and yes, we were crazy to do so, but YES, we did have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say Gil has been more adventurous lately and I'm loving it.  Usually he doesn't do the normal things you would do on a weekend like shopping cause he's just not interested or "there's gonna be too many people there and no parking."  He doesn't like going to the beach cause, "It's gonna be too crowded and we're not going to get any shade."  So what do we end up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing?  Staying home so daddy can play his video games.  Whoopee!  So needless to say I am loving that he is getting more in to the "family togetherness" thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fair wasn't bad at all.  We went right when they opened cause we already went to the swap meat.  When we got inside there was absolutely no one.  We got free prizes just for playing even though we didn't win anything.  Here's a little recap of our adventurous day...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363670800740606418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm-WLOJHYdI/AAAAAAAABAo/R__vzfgZ5UU/s320/DSC_6459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We saw all the animals at the petting zoo.  I think the llama was his favorite cause it was the closest.  We did not pay $4 per person to go inside for 15-20 min.  I don't even know he would have freaked out being so close or if he really would have enjoyed it.  So for now,  touching through the fence will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363670789595296738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm-WKkn3c-I/AAAAAAAABAg/Jh2UzBZG9QE/s320/DSC_6444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezi and daddy rode on the Ferris wheel...  he freaked out at first but quickly got used to it.  So much so that he wanted to sit by himself which daddy let him do until he stood on the bench and tried to look over the back of the chair.  Imagine my angry shock when I saw the pictures later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363670780827451154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm-WKD9cvxI/AAAAAAAABAY/jETKz_bY2xY/s320/DSC_6405.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Dezi riding the Merry-Go-Round... Yee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611494640630866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm9gPJtBvFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/envE8Z7TVDI/s320/DSC_6397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Dezi with half of his spoils.  What a lucky kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611488325724578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm9gOyLb6aI/AAAAAAAABAI/nqpPoYc8dM4/s320/DSC_6400.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy trying to show off his baseball skills.  To bad he &lt;em&gt;totally missed&lt;/em&gt;.  Aaaawwww.....maybe next time honey.  But look at that form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611483431773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm9gOf8oJMI/AAAAAAAABAA/BUehStI1fjc/s320/DSC_6399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezi played the ring toss game.  He only threw the rings right in front.  Oh well, at least he had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611476535483858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm9gOGQbHdI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cqCu2AmWBGg/s320/DSC_6398.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gil kept playing this game because he remembered always going home with one as a kid.  He has much determination.  To bad it didn't pay off.  This guy didn't give us a free prize.  Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611471413447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm9gNzLPCyI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zfZENQDEFeM/s320/DSC_6393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Like I said practically no one.  The best time to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got on the rides really quick, and even got some free games and prizes.  I guess those are perks for being the early birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3014370546174257206?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3014370546174257206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3014370546174257206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3014370546174257206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3014370546174257206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/carnival-fun.html' title='Carnival fun...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/Sm-WLOJHYdI/AAAAAAAABAo/R__vzfgZ5UU/s72-c/DSC_6459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-846434884068197165</id><published>2009-07-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:31:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #70...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;70.  I have this fear that for some reason I might have all boys and I won't have a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-846434884068197165?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/846434884068197165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=846434884068197165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/846434884068197165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/846434884068197165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-70.html' title='100 things #70...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8611629228500493637</id><published>2009-07-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:00:01.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #69...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;69.  Because I sucked my thumb for a while (I truly want to say I think I stopped at 5 maybe 6 but my family will argue till I was like 8-9 but that is NOT true.) I had to wear a bionater for 2 years (which honestly I didn't wear that much cause let's face it, it's embarrasing to a pre-teen) to bring my bottom jaw forward, then braces for two years to straighten my teeth, then a retainer (which I stopped wearing because of Gil) at night to keep them straight.  My top stayed the same but my poor bottom teeth I think got worse.  Ugh!  I might try and straighten them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8611629228500493637?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8611629228500493637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8611629228500493637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8611629228500493637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8611629228500493637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-69.html' title='100 things #69...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7297574953191548298</id><published>2009-07-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:00:02.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #68...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;68.  I have never had a birthday party or sleepover with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7297574953191548298?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7297574953191548298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7297574953191548298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7297574953191548298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7297574953191548298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-68.html' title='100 things #68...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8147389462613650858</id><published>2009-07-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:00:03.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #67...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;67.  I have seen a tornado when it ripped through our tiny town in Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and I were at a piano recital (which by the way I had to finish in the dark and the judge marked me off cause I messed up when the lights went out), when the tornado hit.  They had everyone leave because it started getting closer to the college.  So when we left we could see it coming.  It wasn't a huge tornado but it did do a lot of damage.  Our neighbors had parts of their roofs ripped off and trees uprooted but our house was pretty much okay.  Just a lot of mess in our yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8147389462613650858?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8147389462613650858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8147389462613650858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8147389462613650858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8147389462613650858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-67.html' title='100 things #67...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2607716080484559658</id><published>2009-07-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:00:03.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #66...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;66.  I have been stung by a Portuguese man-o-war.  It hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2607716080484559658?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2607716080484559658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2607716080484559658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2607716080484559658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2607716080484559658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-66.html' title='100 things #66...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3909472880974234037</id><published>2009-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:00:05.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #65...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;65.  I can type kinda fast.   I think.  I should time myself one day.  (I can type with out looking at the keys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3909472880974234037?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3909472880974234037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3909472880974234037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3909472880974234037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3909472880974234037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-65.html' title='100 things #65...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6275613072652781557</id><published>2009-07-22T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:54:35.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6275613072652781557?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6275613072652781557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6275613072652781557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6275613072652781557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6275613072652781557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-bit.html' title='funny bit...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-7657464347359366136</id><published>2009-07-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:00:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #64...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;64.  I must say I am always prepared for everything when I go out.  If you need something the probability of me having it is great.  I probably pack everything but the kitchen sink.  Even for short little walmart trips.  Dezi has everything he could ever need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-7657464347359366136?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7657464347359366136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=7657464347359366136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7657464347359366136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/7657464347359366136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-64.html' title='100 things #64...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-8559941132968969170</id><published>2009-07-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:00:01.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #63...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;63.  I have a bad habit of shaking my leg/foot when my legs are crossed.  Like in church for example.  I also can't sit for very long.  I start to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-8559941132968969170?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8559941132968969170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=8559941132968969170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8559941132968969170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/8559941132968969170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-63.html' title='100 things #63...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5533940183460891091</id><published>2009-07-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:00:03.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #62...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;62. I am very much a pocket calendar person. I write everything down in my pocket calendar and take it where ever I go but I never look at it. I look at my big calendar to see the events/appointment's of the month. I should probably just not carry a little calendar huh? It would be a hard habit to break but will probably save me a little money. Hhhmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5533940183460891091?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5533940183460891091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5533940183460891091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5533940183460891091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5533940183460891091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-62.html' title='100 things #62...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-3437250115868622582</id><published>2009-07-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:00:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #61...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;61.  I shave my legs from my toes to my bikini line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-3437250115868622582?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3437250115868622582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=3437250115868622582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3437250115868622582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/3437250115868622582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-61.html' title='100 things #61...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-5906150899592449957</id><published>2009-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:28:06.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how was your family camp...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707425402544354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGBgackYOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1-V7hM30fYE/s320/DSC01352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-we did get to sleep during the day&lt;br /&gt; -of course we went to the beach EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707422073005218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGBgOCvpKI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pB3Fm0aoQAA/s320/DSC01355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-got to shower in our own hot water showers.&lt;br /&gt;(both are showers but since we only had one water heater the left one was a shower &amp;amp; the right one we used as a changing thing.) Of course us girls went all together and took 2 hours (5 sisters).  We can't help that we have fun talking and laughing all the time.  Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707415748148114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGBf2ex-5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/v4VhOVTk-TI/s320/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my dads shower with connecting changing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It comes with the bags that you fill with water and leave in the sun then hang it up to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707406901391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGBfVhjL4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IfwAFFglBhg/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-the men got firewood again from the forest and Gil almost got stung by this scorpion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click on the picture to enlarge &amp;amp; see it better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and my brother in-law went to lift it up and he didn't even see it till it moved toward him.&lt;br /&gt;-I also got stung by a Portuguese man-o-war the day we were leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my brother in law got stung by a centipede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played all kinds of games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-frisbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-volleyball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706596758338674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGAwLgZPHI/AAAAAAAAA_I/E61MEUjSlD8/s320/DSC_6837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-kickball (my brother is serious now.  He's got his socks all the way up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706581344245650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGAvSFY15I/AAAAAAAAA_A/SrfwxC7USEA/s320/DSC_6846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Go centipedes!  Wa cha! Imagine us saying this with the arm stinging action!  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was our team name.  We said you had to come up with something about camp.  Since there's centipedes everywhere that was our name.  The other team was the "Hot, hot, hotties!" (With the sizzling finger on okole action) since it was super hot during the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706574110684466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGAu3IxdTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/U7T2GN_ibrE/s320/DSC_6847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-We did get to take naps but some of us slept more than others.  Way more!  I decided to put a dirty diaper in my brothers face.  It sat there for the longest time.  When he woke up and saw it and saw us staring at him, he couldn't do anything but crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706571582190450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGAutt7s3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Mis5btKDjmU/s320/DSC_6852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we chased birds away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-chased flies away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706560237533250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGAuDdJ-EI/AAAAAAAAA-o/xPzV74Fd7l8/s320/DSC_6857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-and learned how to play the "ohu something something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh uncle Gordon would be so disappointed that I can't remember the Hawaiian name for it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nose flute.  Uncle Gordon always has Hawaiian crafts for us to do and this time was  making our own nose flutes.  My brother is a pro at it now.   Here he is getting ready to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always have a great time when we go camping.  If anyone wants to join us next year were doing it in march the spring break week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-5906150899592449957?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5906150899592449957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=5906150899592449957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5906150899592449957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/5906150899592449957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-how-was-your-family-camp.html' title='So how was your family camp...?'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AuuHp0nqOo/SmGBgackYOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1-V7hM30fYE/s72-c/DSC01352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-2843635456681286613</id><published>2009-07-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:00:00.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #60...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;70. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intermediate&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; in writing down not so nice things in a note book about a girl in my class (She spread rumors about me and I didn't like her for it). She found the book and wanted to beat me up after school. But after telling my older cousin about it she came down to my school and threatened the girl. I didn't know my cousin was like that but no one messed with me since and treated me VERY well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-2843635456681286613?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2843635456681286613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=2843635456681286613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2843635456681286613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/2843635456681286613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-60.html' title='100 things #60...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041374743638145909.post-6788009162331382022</id><published>2009-07-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:00:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things #59...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;59.  Before I wanted to be a teacher I wanted to be a nurse and quickly found out it wasn't for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041374743638145909-6788009162331382022?l=thedelizfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6788009162331382022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041374743638145909&amp;postID=6788009162331382022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6788009162331382022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041374743638145909/posts/default/6788009162331382022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelizfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-59.html' title='100 things #59...'/><author><name>Gil, Keli, Dezi and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468059661967593087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
