<?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-5159239994444414524</id><updated>2012-01-25T19:50:58.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RASMUSSEN'S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4649453266618686162</id><published>2012-01-15T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:29:22.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, it has taken me FOREVER to update. With the holidays, it has been CRAZY.First of all, We had a wondreful Chrismas. As always, we got SPOILED. Riley, was a lot of fun this year. He kind of knew what was going on. When he first woke up, he saw a new Car's bed, and his stocking. He pulled out all the candy, and was playing with it for a little while. He just wanted to play with one thing at a time. After opening presents, we went to my side of the family, and Riley got the hang of opening the presents. We, had a good time watching him open presents and his facial expressions.Next, Case suprised me with 4 days in San Diego for our Anniversary. I was so suprised. He had the trip planned three months before he told me. He had everything planned, from who was going to watch Riley, and from what we were going to do in San Diego. We left two days after Christmas and came home on New Year's Eve. We drove there, and it felt like it took FOREVER, we got into California right at rush hour traffic, so it took us an extra hour to get to our hotel. The next day, we went to Coronado Beach, and spent a few hours playing in the sand and water (it was freezing) but nice to have warm weather (80 degrees), went shopping. We also went to the San Diego temple and went to a different beach La Jolla. This beach had sea lions all over the beach. We also, watched the sun go down. Case took a MILLION pictures of the sun set. (Which he loves) The other days, we were lazy. We slept in, went out to lunch, went swimming. We had a great time, we didnt want to come home, but we missed out little boy too much.I got an early Birthday present from my parents, a new printer for my computer. This printer is very high-tech. It can print up to the size of 13x19, it faxes, it copies, and scans documents. The main reason, I wanted this printer is for my scrapbook program, in order to print the pages, I needed a wide format printer. So, my parents suprised me with it. I LOVE it! It, took me awhile to set it up, and figure things out, but now I think I have everything figured out. Now, I just have to start my scrapbooks. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzYwqXsSIFQ/TuTX5HQbrHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/T1sLQsOWc3k/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzYwqXsSIFQ/TuTX5HQbrHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/T1sLQsOWc3k/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought I would wish everyone a Merry Christmas. This year Riley has been so fun. He has been pointing to the lights and trees, saying ahh. But, he wont have anything to do with Santa, as you can see in the picture.. Lately, Riley has been talking alot! He is so cute! When he say's "I love you" He say's "Do-Do" He makes up his own words for things, which is cute. He also, loves watching movies. I will put in Cars, and he will watch it for 20 mins and then will want to watch a different movie. We think, he is growing, because lately, he has been eating and sleeping alot. Which has been nice for me. I can't beleive he will be 2 in a few months. Time goes by way too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-8186522316579702800?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8186522316579702800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8186522316579702800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8186522316579702800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzYwqXsSIFQ/TuTX5HQbrHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/T1sLQsOWc3k/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-2571990748369206931</id><published>2011-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:25:44.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Crafty!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been doing some crafts once a month.I recently found a place where they sell all kinds of wood, metal and decorations, that you can paint. (I could spend $100 bucks in that store)My mother in- law bought me a cute display table that, I could put my decorations on or just my pictures. Well, it has turned into my decoration table.My goal is to make a cute decoration for each holiday or season.Here are a few things I have done with in the last month.. (I can't wait for Christmas, knowing there will be tons of CUTE things I can and want to make..)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDWhyRGN2rw/TnyxLxzpbpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4KZbth6SJ-A/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDWhyRGN2rw/TnyxLxzpbpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4KZbth6SJ-A/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2o0_z0g_U4/TnyxMAOxIOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a4Xt59BaoTE/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2o0_z0g_U4/TnyxMAOxIOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a4Xt59BaoTE/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-527otkiE/TnyxMdm9M6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/irhdD67ECVI/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-527otkiE/TnyxMdm9M6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/irhdD67ECVI/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With our family update..Case, has started back to school for the fall semester.. Also, hoping to get into the nursing program (again), it is a very tough program to get into.. This year he will have completed all the pre-req's and will have his associate's degree.Riley is learing to talk.. You can tell he wants to talk, and just makes up his own language. He is so cute.. He now know's how to say eat, bye bye, mom..And Me, i have been trying to get caught up on my scrapbooking. I just finished Riley's baby book, and now starting on the year 2011. I know, I'm way behind, but at least it is getting done slowly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-2571990748369206931?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2571990748369206931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/09/becoming-crafty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2571990748369206931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2571990748369206931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/09/becoming-crafty.html' title='Becoming Crafty!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDWhyRGN2rw/TnyxLxzpbpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4KZbth6SJ-A/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8072774068886382235</id><published>2011-07-21T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:54:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't posted FOREVER..&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to update everything that has gone one within the last couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY bought our first home.. We love it. We have so much more room, compared to a 2 bedroom apartment, to a 5 bedroom house. We have filled every room with our stuff (junk) It's so nice have our own space. We are trying to work on the yard work.. It needs a lot of work. We are trying our best to keep it nice, but we mainly have weeds, instead of grass. We might start fresh in the Spring with new grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riely is almost 18 months.. He is such a little boy. He is into everything. He has started his terrible 2 stage, if he doesn't get his way, he throws a tantrum. On the other side of things, he is a fun little boy. He loves to play with his family, or if he sees kids outside playing he will go up to them and give them a hug.. He does't talk much, but he uses sign language to communicate. He is so smart. Once you teach him something, he will remember it. His favorite things to eat are corn, chips, goldfish, and m&amp;m's (num-nums is what he calls anykind of treat) Riley makes our family smile everytime we see him, he is such a joy in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case is working and going to school. He finished his first marathon in June, and is preparing for his second one in Ocotober in St.George. He is hoping to get under 4 hours.. Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep busy with working 3 days a week, keeping up with Riley, organizing the house, and my new favorite is taking a Zumba class. I love it! I wouldn't trade my life for anything, I enjoy being a mom to Riley, and being a wife to Case.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can keep updated with our family and try to post something at least monthly to let everyone know what we have been up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a 2 week vacation.. Going to our cabin in Grouse Creek, hiking in Zions, and just spending time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a few pictures.. 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Watch cartoons and had breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today while we were playing, Riley decided to take a walk in the kitchen to play. I went to go get him ,and he had put something in his mouth. I tried to get it out, but he had already swallowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 mins, he started to get cranky so I gave him a bottle and snuggled up to see if we would take a nap. All of a sudden he puked everywhere.. So, I hurried up and put him in the tub to clean him up, and I noticed he wasn't himself, he was pale as a ghost and kept bobbing his head to sleep. At this point I was nervous and called Case at work.. He told me to call my work (Wee Care) to see what we should do, and they told us just to call 911. Now, I was really nervous.. Next, thing I knew the police, paramedic, and fire department was in my apartment checking out Riley to see if he was ok. They said, it was best to take him to the ER to get checked out. So, we took an ambulance ride and got some blood test done.. (4 hours later) everything turned out to be just fine. (We still don't know what he swallowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a scare to the family. Even though we work in the medical field and see this everyday, it is SOOO different when it comes to your own kid. We are so happy that he is a healthy little boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is our pride and joy, and love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueWcwS_R4u0/TV2j7avXLFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GZHAMcM-xVo/s1600/20110217121043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueWcwS_R4u0/TV2j7avXLFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GZHAMcM-xVo/s320/20110217121043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574792154940124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-352431563613397962?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/352431563613397962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/02/scared-crap-out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/352431563613397962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/352431563613397962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/02/scared-crap-out-of-me.html' title='SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueWcwS_R4u0/TV2j7avXLFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GZHAMcM-xVo/s72-c/20110217121043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-2686212510905864326</id><published>2011-02-17T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:17:48.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Wow, a whole year has gone by. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we were at the hospital, everyone kept saying how tiny he was, at 5.2 pounds. They treated Riley like he was a preemie, but he was only a 2 days early. Now, he has tripled his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a happy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning we wake up and watch some of his favorite shows.. Curious George, Cat in the hat, and Dinosaur Train. He will just sit and play while these shows are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun things he does right now are he says "mmmm" when he sees food. Put his head on his blanket, knowing he wants to fall asleep, or just snuggle. He waves "bye-bye" when we go places. His favorite game is "where's Riley" and he play peek-a-boo with his blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his party, we had a Curious George party. I have never seen so many grandparents for one little boy. We had lots of fun, and he got SPOILED. We opened present (still loving the paper) and had some cake. (He really didnt dig into his cake, he really didnt know what to do with it. Riley got a lot of cool and fun things to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is such a joy to our lives. We love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RILEY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31Kntk4fEFM/TV2cpQJ5FUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QCxCUOV221M/s1600/IMG_6558%2Bbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31Kntk4fEFM/TV2cpQJ5FUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QCxCUOV221M/s320/IMG_6558%2Bbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574784146279568706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QchFj6HlwUk/TV2c66ahqPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RCDXLNmL2zs/s1600/IMG_6597%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QchFj6HlwUk/TV2c66ahqPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RCDXLNmL2zs/s320/IMG_6597%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574784449681402098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIeZ4OTCYaU/TV2dHOetcNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MVpNWSr2Sls/s1600/IMG_6681%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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He really didn't know what was going on. All he like was the wrapping paper, boxes, and the shiny lights. We had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzWHTaZr2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/OzXxOe2eZCY/s1600/P1090522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzWHTaZr2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/OzXxOe2eZCY/s320/P1090522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055060854157154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzWGxKeKjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JZc4x3bIIaY/s1600/P1090519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzWGxKeKjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JZc4x3bIIaY/s320/P1090519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055051660536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Case and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary on January 4th I cant believe it has been 3 years. Now, we have a little cute family. I enjoy being a wife and a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is 11 months!&lt;br /&gt;He has learned so much within a month.&lt;br /&gt;He is walking all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;He knows more sign language. He know's Grandma and hot. It's so amazing to me that little kids can pick up stuff so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;He still gets into everything.&lt;br /&gt;He is so much more cuddly. Whenever he sees a blanket, pillow, or someone, he will lay his head on it and give it a hug.&lt;br /&gt;He has learned to dance a little when he hears the music.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were watching The Cat in the Hat, and when the cat did something funny, Riley giggled at the TV. He thought he was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe he will be 1 in a month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzadJkr7TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sXCV8PyaNmQ/s1600/P1100530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzadJkr7TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sXCV8PyaNmQ/s320/P1100530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561059834216574258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzacsPKIwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FvV0QqMENJ8/s1600/P1090525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzacsPKIwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FvV0QqMENJ8/s320/P1090525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561059826341651202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Haircut!&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Aunt Mal cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;We were all worried he would freak out, but actually he did AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;We think he enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look like a baby anymore, He is looks like a little boy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdDKKyE_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gUjAvwSYInE/s1600/P1100528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdDKKyE_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gUjAvwSYInE/s320/P1100528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561062686234645490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdid9OD6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ro-SasyeH8A/s1600/P1100534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdid9OD6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ro-SasyeH8A/s320/P1100534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561063224122412962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzedL2G-4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FBVnFOKOie8/s1600/P1100546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzedL2G-4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FBVnFOKOie8/s320/P1100546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561064232873032578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdjjMLiXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0gwKslZQgrY/s1600/P1100539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzdjjMLiXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0gwKslZQgrY/s320/P1100539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561063242707208562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-9180685068330244350?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/9180685068330244350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/9180685068330244350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/9180685068330244350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TSzWHTaZr2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/OzXxOe2eZCY/s72-c/P1090522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-2509091610457487970</id><published>2010-12-18T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:17:08.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months!</title><content type='html'>Another month has flown by again. Riley is 10 months and still growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still is into everything! You turn your head for 1 second and he is either in another room or crawling up the stairs at grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been teaching him some more sign language. He know's HI, BYE BYE, Blow's Kisses, and Aunt Mal's favorite Pewy. When ever he stinks we say, he stinks and he waves his arm side to side meaning PEWY. He is a smart little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now says MOMMA! And knows what it means. If he is sad he will crawl over to me and say MOMMA. Daddy is working on teaching him DADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has learned to walk around the furinture with only one hand. He can balance by himself, and he will take a few steps by himself. Maybe, by next month he will be walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now has 4 teeth on top and still 2 on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley LOVES table food. If I try givig him baby food he will shake his head NO. We have been just mashing up our food and making sure his bites and tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latley he has been liking to play/read books. Hopefully, this will stick with him through out his life liking to read boooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure loves his family. He is starting to recognize more of each side of family. It might take him a mintute or too, to warm up to you, but he will play with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q7gJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IPiHZQEGCZI/s1600/PC040488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q7gJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IPiHZQEGCZI/s320/PC040488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552211486093750930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q7EZlN5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/yudrnkqwdEk/s1600/PC030486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q7EZlN5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/yudrnkqwdEk/s320/PC030486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552211478643554194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q63Ior4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xmIcwTjH22Q/s1600/PC010482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q63Ior4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xmIcwTjH22Q/s320/PC010482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552211475082817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q6m5oNjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dM708u7VMQQ/s1600/PB280478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q6m5oNjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dM708u7VMQQ/s320/PB280478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552211470724904498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-2509091610457487970?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2509091610457487970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2509091610457487970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2509091610457487970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-months.html' title='10 Months!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TQ1q7gJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IPiHZQEGCZI/s72-c/PC040488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8256939805309592377</id><published>2010-11-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:26:22.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>9 months?? Really? Time has gone by so fast. I cant beleive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley has a new adventure every day. &lt;br /&gt;He is into EVERYTHING! &lt;br /&gt;He loves cords that are plugged into the wall, he will crawl up to them and start shaking them. He is also curious about everything.. He will pull down the bathroom garabage to look for something. I have now had to put the garabage can on our shelf. He also like to play with the toilet paper, roll it all the way on the floor. He knows what he is doing, because when I tell him no no, he gets a big grin on his face. He thnks he is pretty sneaky. The other day the toilet seat was up, and he decided he was going to play in it. It was pretty funny, but disgusting. (His dad needs to remember to put the seat down. Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves cartoons. I have been renting different kinds of cartoon movies and he will just sit in my arms and watch it. We dont get through all of it, but he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He as learned to walk around the furniture. He is getting brave, and startig to walk with only one hand or take a tiny step. We all think he will be walking soon. Then he really will be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been teaching him sign language and he knows bye-bye, Dad/Grandpa. And he is making so much noise. He makes the mmmmmmm noise, and once in awhile it will come out momma. I dont think he knows what he is sayin, but it sure is cute when he does.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been teaching him to smile.. When I say cheese, he makes the cutest cheezy smile. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still doesnt like baby food.I think he is getting tired of the same stuff. He wants what we are eating, so we have been trying "real food" in small amounts and he love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of Riley being 9 months... Is he is FINALLY sleeping through the night. Mommy is getting so much rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is so fun at this age! We love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Aunt Mallory blow out her birthday candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrdGUGplI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hQzEr1n5vR4/s1600/PB140464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrdGUGplI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hQzEr1n5vR4/s320/PB140464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541727120390530642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cheesy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrcWhtpyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DP2b3qXNsKQ/s1600/PB110459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrcWhtpyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DP2b3qXNsKQ/s320/PB110459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541727107562710818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrbZJSE8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y0gA-YFHbs4/s1600/PB090453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrbZJSE8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y0gA-YFHbs4/s320/PB090453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541727091085677506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-8256939805309592377?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8256939805309592377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8256939805309592377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8256939805309592377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-months.html' title='9 MONTHS'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TOgrdGUGplI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hQzEr1n5vR4/s72-c/PB140464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1656591594693866637</id><published>2010-11-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:48:46.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a week late, but I thought some people would like to see Riley's costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before we went to Case's brothers house for a party (a costume party). If everyone knows me, I'm not a big fan of Halloween. I dont like dressing up, but for some reason this year I decieded to dress up for this party. So, I asked my mom for any costume ideas and she said either a witch or a cave woman. I said ok, I'll be a witch. But, later on my mom told me she had a costume for a "devil's egg" It's pretty funny. And Case was some kind of "scary" doctor and Riley was a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party Riley won "cutest" costume and I won "creative" costume. We had a good time. And Uncle Gage and Aunt Heidi won "cutest couple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, I took Riley to all the grandmas to show him off. It was pretty fun. One grandma gave him a sucker for his treat, and he loved it. He was one sticky boy after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year we will have a theme for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXar-OzxNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-QL8KwJ7ezY/s1600/PA070419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXar-OzxNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-QL8KwJ7ezY/s320/PA070419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536571765896234194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXasdXBtQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gN102erI_6M/s1600/PA290445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXasdXBtQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gN102erI_6M/s320/PA290445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536571774252201218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXbIhNlfsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4nyK_ic-Cv0/s1600/PA290446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXbIhNlfsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4nyK_ic-Cv0/s320/PA290446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536572256322682562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1656591594693866637?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1656591594693866637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1656591594693866637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1656591594693866637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TNXar-OzxNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-QL8KwJ7ezY/s72-c/PA070419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-7649864436909875991</id><published>2010-10-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:20:34.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOAB</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Case and of a couple of his work friends ran a half marathon in Moab.&lt;br /&gt; It was a nice weekend getway. We left Riley with my parents for the weekend (they were pretty brave for doing this for us, knowing they wouldn't get much sleep and that Riley is all over the place, But they said it would be fine.)&lt;br /&gt; The race wasn't until Sunday morning, so while we were down there we decided to go camping for a few nights and explore the town.&lt;br /&gt; Friday night we just set up camp and hung out with our friends. Saturday mornnig we had to go get the runner's packet with everything they needed and what to do the day of the race and then we went to go hike Arches. It was so nice down there, the weather was perfect&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNJY-8ZHLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xelN2HeYtIc/s1600/PA160436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNJY-8ZHLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xelN2HeYtIc/s320/PA160436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531345460903091378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning the runners got up bright and early and headed up to the race so they could be ready by 8:30 AM and the rest of us slept in and met them up there. &lt;br /&gt;There were so many people up in the canyon, we were hoping we would be able to see everyone cross the finsih line. As our shuttle bus was driving up to the race, I could see Case running, we rolled down the windows of the shuttle and cheered Case on to the finish line. As soon as the bus stopped, I ran so I could get some pictures and see him cross the finish line. He finished the race in 1 hour and 50 mins. I was so excited for him. I couldn't do that. 13.1 miles. That is crazy, but he loves to run. Good Job Case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNPWSrZuBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7meHjHqVRFU/s1600/PA160439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNPWSrZuBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7meHjHqVRFU/s320/PA160439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531352011730696210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNPvU6ieAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nwj-up6wv9c/s1600/PA160441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNPvU6ieAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nwj-up6wv9c/s320/PA160441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531352441827784706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend with Case's friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-7649864436909875991?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/7649864436909875991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/10/moab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/7649864436909875991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/7649864436909875991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/10/moab.html' title='MOAB'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TMNJY-8ZHLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xelN2HeYtIc/s72-c/PA160436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1309087597767697783</id><published>2010-10-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:49:53.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riley Boy is 8 Months!</title><content type='html'>Riley is growing so fast! Just with in a month he has learned so much. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He has learned how to climb up stairs at grandma's house, pull him self up on furniture, and making all kind of new noises. He loves to play in the tub and tries to grab the water when it is coming out of the faucet. His new favorite toy is  behind the door, he plays with the door stopper. He likes the noise it makes when you move it. He likes to play peek-a-boo. He has a new face he makes, whenever he is being shy he puts his face down or if he has his blanket he will put his face in the blanket. He loves to have the attention on him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, he likes to pull your hair. Today my hair was down and he used my hair to pull himself up. OUCH! It hurt. I always tell myself to pull it up, but I never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like his diaper changed at all, he squirms all over and throws a fit, it is the same way when I try to dress him, he would just rather run around naked. &lt;br /&gt;Just recently he has discovered his "boy part" whenever I change his diaper he always reaches down and grabs "it." He thinks its pretty funny. When he takes a bath, he plays with "it" and gets the biggest smile. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is learning to eat more "real food". Whenever we eat, he opens his mouth to see if we will give him some food. (Just like a little bird) His favorite is ice cream. Ever since his grandpa gave him a taste, he has loved it since. The other day I gave him a taste of some ice cream, and he took the whole thing and started eating the ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Riley is such a sweet boy! He is starting to cuddle with you, when you hold him. We love him so much. He brings such joy in our family. He makes us laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOHGbv81oI/AAAAAAAAATU/epbt8a6VMV8/s1600/20101008181738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOHGbv81oI/AAAAAAAAATU/epbt8a6VMV8/s320/20101008181738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526909712311572098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOfC47hPeI/AAAAAAAAATk/_jXEeFB-GX0/s1600/20101002202146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOfC47hPeI/AAAAAAAAATk/_jXEeFB-GX0/s320/20101002202146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526936039704313314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOhOmCeFQI/AAAAAAAAATs/0L-VopJzPpU/s1600/P9240409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOhOmCeFQI/AAAAAAAAATs/0L-VopJzPpU/s320/P9240409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526938439814878466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1309087597767697783?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1309087597767697783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/10/riley-boy-is-8-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1309087597767697783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1309087597767697783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/10/riley-boy-is-8-months.html' title='Riley Boy is 8 Months!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TLOHGbv81oI/AAAAAAAAATU/epbt8a6VMV8/s72-c/20101008181738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1052117993362207871</id><published>2010-09-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:28:35.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months!</title><content type='html'>I cant believe Riley is 7 months already. I just keep thinking I just barely had him and how small he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing so fast. He is a smart little boy. He is crawilng all over the place. He loves to play with his toys. He loves to makes noises. He has two bottom teeth. He can shake his head NO (he learned this on his own) give high fives, and he is starting to clapp his hands. He is starting to eat big people food in little amounts. He is starting to reach for you, when you put your arms down to pick him up.  I cant believe how much he has learned in the just a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to "Riley" proof my house. He is curious about everything. If he finds a cord, he starts to pull and shake it. He dumps all his toys all over. He follows you all over the house, if your not in the same room. He has learned how to make a whiney voice to let you know he is annoyed when you leave him, or when he doesnt get his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being able to stay home with Riley and play with him. When I'm at work, I always wonder what he is doing or learning. I know he is good hands with his grandparents. He loves spending time with them as well. He seems to bring a smile to everyone he sees. It's just those big blue eyes and his red hair. He is just too cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only way he can fall asleep, is if he has his favorite blanket and his binkie in his mouth. He is getting better about almost sleeping through the night. He will get it one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6ytxaH0nI/AAAAAAAAASs/BO2ZAevedxY/s1600/20100909204426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6ytxaH0nI/AAAAAAAAASs/BO2ZAevedxY/s320/20100909204426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516543093002195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6y9KWeEEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eeZ3jpERjf8/s1600/20100909204440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6y9KWeEEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eeZ3jpERjf8/s320/20100909204440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516543357395800130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6zKI1DURI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TvNpja7t1UU/s1600/20100909204945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6zKI1DURI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TvNpja7t1UU/s320/20100909204945.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516543580325499154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6zXpYv8YI/AAAAAAAAATE/bhxoagjWiYc/s1600/20100913104547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6zXpYv8YI/AAAAAAAAATE/bhxoagjWiYc/s320/20100913104547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516543812403458434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming such a little boy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1052117993362207871?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1052117993362207871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1052117993362207871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1052117993362207871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-months.html' title='7 Months!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TI6ytxaH0nI/AAAAAAAAASs/BO2ZAevedxY/s72-c/20100909204426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8508877840971341161</id><published>2010-08-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:33:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Riley is 6 months already. Its true when people say, "The grow so fast."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley learns a new trick or learns something new each week. One week it will be from making a funny face, (sucking on his bottom lip, looking like a duck. Dont have a picture of that yet.) to learning how to get up on all fours and scoop his way to a toy (more like doing a belly flop.) He just barely discovered his voice so any chance he gets, he is using it. He loves to watch tv(I think he just likes to see the bright colors), when he wakes up we watch all the educational programs. He is starting to be more curious about things, he reaches out for his toys, or when I'm holding him at the table, he will reach out for my plate. He is also teething, so he chews on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much he weighs, Im guessing between 15.5-16.5 pounds. He is getting so heavy just by carrying him in his carseat. It's all the baby food he is eating.Which he loves. He is such a good eater. His favorites are bannanas and carrots. He will just inhale those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a such a  Happy Baby. The only times he gets fussy is when he is tired or hungry. He is always smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVU9FLrJ6I/AAAAAAAAARs/A1IIr0WEUWQ/s1600/0810001021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVU9FLrJ6I/AAAAAAAAARs/A1IIr0WEUWQ/s320/0810001021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504899527870195618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVVIhXakbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BzRapFK3rAo/s1600/20100804184204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVVIhXakbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BzRapFK3rAo/s320/20100804184204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504899724414194098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            This one brings out his RED hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVWwimgfFI/AAAAAAAAASE/xOhKbWK4gTg/s1600/P8060371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVWwimgfFI/AAAAAAAAASE/xOhKbWK4gTg/s320/P8060371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504901511452326994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVXNqE-yoI/AAAAAAAAASM/w-uRwmFzKX0/s1600/P8100375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVXNqE-yoI/AAAAAAAAASM/w-uRwmFzKX0/s320/P8100375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902011675396738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVXf1iBOII/AAAAAAAAASU/DPTCSVCi7lg/s1600/P8100377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVXf1iBOII/AAAAAAAAASU/DPTCSVCi7lg/s320/P8100377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902323987626114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-8508877840971341161?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8508877840971341161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8508877840971341161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8508877840971341161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-months-old.html' title='6 Months Old!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TGVU9FLrJ6I/AAAAAAAAARs/A1IIr0WEUWQ/s72-c/0810001021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8907658954510719694</id><published>2010-07-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:18:50.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>Over the 24th of July my family went up to Bear Lake. We have had this vacation planned for awhile now, and everyone was excited to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up there, we went straight into the water. It was so HOT up there. I made sure Case and Riley were covered in suncreen since they both have light skin. Case told me to do the same. I just barely put it on my face and shoulders. I wanted to get a tan, and I got burnt instead. It didnt bother me at all, just me ears. They were burnt to a crisp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented some wave-runnners and they are a blast. The first day was a little choppy, but still fun. Next was good, but on Sunday the water was so smooth. We also, brought up a tube to go on the back of the wave-runners, and once I got on it, I was having fun, but once I went over a HUGE bump, it scared me. (I'm getting too old of this stuff, and plus Im a mom. Ha ha ) I still had a lot of fun on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was TOO cold for Riley to play in, but we put is feet in and let him splash around for awhile. Then we took him to the pool, where the water was nice and warm for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents also brought a bad-mitten net and we all got to play with it. We wanted to play it so bad on saturday night we set it up late, so there wasn't much light to play, but the next day, we had a little tournament against each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all had a good time. By the end of the 3rd day EVERYONE was EXHAUSTED. The sun and playing all day wears you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMwSjJ60JI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JEsYcQlDq64/s1600/P7230345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMwSjJ60JI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JEsYcQlDq64/s320/P7230345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499792665182130322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMw99q26KI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W0n_d_kSBRc/s1600/DSC04132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMw99q26KI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W0n_d_kSBRc/s320/DSC04132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499793411033983138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMxPSJ50qI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/aaUTNMOJ694/s1600/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMxPSJ50qI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/aaUTNMOJ694/s320/DSC04126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499793708590682786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMxjxeq2jI/AAAAAAAAARE/76XRJoeCDEA/s1600/DSC04137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMxjxeq2jI/AAAAAAAAARE/76XRJoeCDEA/s320/DSC04137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499794060596664882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad with his socks on. He forgot his water shoes, and he didnt want his feet to get sunburned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMyDyhkBQI/AAAAAAAAARM/sG5RT3BWYnY/s1600/DSC04144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMyDyhkBQI/AAAAAAAAARM/sG5RT3BWYnY/s320/DSC04144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499794610633049346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMyl4Q5tZI/AAAAAAAAARU/cCQcqDlDLDY/s1600/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMyl4Q5tZI/AAAAAAAAARU/cCQcqDlDLDY/s320/DSC04139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499795196289332626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMzQ-Vu0oI/AAAAAAAAARk/ChOFRWhmNAY/s1600/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMzQ-Vu0oI/AAAAAAAAARk/ChOFRWhmNAY/s320/DSC04151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499795936654578306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I finally get to go home and relax!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-8907658954510719694?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8907658954510719694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/07/bear-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8907658954510719694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8907658954510719694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/07/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TFMwSjJ60JI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JEsYcQlDq64/s72-c/P7230345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-5506509599301061484</id><published>2010-07-12T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:34:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>This past weekend My mom's side of the family went up to Lava Hot Springs to spend time togeher. Since, we dont have a Christmas party on this side of the family, because it is hard for my uncles and grandparents to come down in the middle of winter from Idaho. And that is why we all get together in the summer. In the past we have gone up to Pine View Dam and rented wave-runners, rented a cabin in Idaho and went fishing, and then this year up to Lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming all day, had a BBQ at night, and went to the hot pots. We all had a great time.  The only ones that weren't able to make it cause of work was my sister Mallory, and cousin Dennette. Hopefully, next time we all can get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TDuX_6U2l0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/bbdWi95F2TE/s1600/P7100336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TDuX_6U2l0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/bbdWi95F2TE/s320/P7100336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493151294752724802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-5506509599301061484?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5506509599301061484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/07/christmas-in-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/5506509599301061484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/5506509599301061484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TDuX_6U2l0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/bbdWi95F2TE/s72-c/P7100336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-5253858302850138600</id><published>2010-06-16T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:37:59.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I haven't been too good about updating my blog. Being a mom is a full time job, and is hard to find time to sit down and update. Here is what has been going on for the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is now 4 months &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he had his check up. He is 13.3 Pounds and 25 inches long. He is tall and skinny as the doctor said. He also had to get 4 shots. It was so sad to see his face. He didn't know what to think of it, but daddy saved him and then he was ok. The doctor said it would be ok if we started him on cereal. So, that night I gave him some rice cereal and he did not like it one bit, he made a bitter face, and spit it out. My mom told me to try applesauce, and we tried that too, but he didn't like that either. Then finally, today I tried again and he started to like it a little bit better. Still made the bitter face, but ate more than he did the other day. We will see how it goes. I dont have a picture yet of him eating, but as soon as I do, I will post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has learned so many things. He has started cooing and making a lot more noises with his voice.He can roll over from stomach to back. He still loves his hands in his mouth. He loves playing with toys. He likes splashing in the tub. He can recognize who you are now. He loves to be sung to. His favortie song is 5 little monkey's swinging in a tree teasing Mr. Alligator. He laughs when you tickle him. When were not paying attention to him, he will yell and wait for us to go play with him. The only thing that he is having a problem with(actually mom is) he wakes up once a night. That is still good compared to other babies. One day he will sleep through the night.He is growing so fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkruyUTe6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/V6HH1utIbco/s1600/riley.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkruyUTe6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/V6HH1utIbco/s320/riley.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483462104081202082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBks0vZDy2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/cQ4_DR6yXp4/s1600/P5300193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBks0vZDy2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/cQ4_DR6yXp4/s320/P5300193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483463305886681954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkt5rqYfPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bhY5Zrawgos/s1600/P5300202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkt5rqYfPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bhY5Zrawgos/s320/P5300202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483464490296573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grouse Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case's mom is building a cabin. Well, it is built, just the inside needs to be finished. After 3 years the outside is finally done, except for the porch. The roof, siding, and dormers are done. The cabin has a 2 levels. The downstairs has 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom, and the upstairs is just a big loft with a lot of open space. Thanks to my brother in law's father in law- Marvin. He knows so much about building houses. We really appreciate it! Our next project is to finish all the insulation, and put up sheet rock. Also,we have the electrical work done. When we have a generator we have a few lights and an outlet working. We have had a lot of help with this house, and we all appreciate it. We are looking forward of it being complete, but it will be a few more years. But, at least we can put a few beds up there and sleep up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkwWszn1LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/huCreMAsRaw/s1600/P6130207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkwWszn1LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/huCreMAsRaw/s320/P6130207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483467187843224754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkwxPuSD2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/haZA4m7gQ80/s1600/P6130211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkwxPuSD2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/haZA4m7gQ80/s320/P6130211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483467643892666210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkxcaqf4mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A56S1c9FhKs/s1600/P6130212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkxcaqf4mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A56S1c9FhKs/s320/P6130212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483468385563959906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can keep up with my blog, so everyone can see how Riley is doing and the family. Thanks for visiting our blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-5253858302850138600?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/5253858302850138600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/5253858302850138600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/5253858302850138600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/TBkruyUTe6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/V6HH1utIbco/s72-c/riley.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-6639516354589571806</id><published>2010-05-03T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:39:01.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98SESh-yXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YkWUAIPWMFY/s1600/P4280158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98SESh-yXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YkWUAIPWMFY/s320/P4280158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108337554213234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we blessed Riley. I made sure he was fed and changed before we went to church. He was wide awake when we got to church. I was worried he would start to fuss during the blessing, but he did great. Case, said he had his eyes wide open and was wondering what was going on. He did so good, he enjoyed it. And Case did such a great job on the blessing. After he was blessed, he got passed around being held my family members. Next, it was my turn to do my part. I have always felt when a baby was blessed that the dad blessed the baby, and the mom had to bare her testimony if it was fast Sunday. I didn't know if I wanted to get up in front of a lot of people,every time a little kid went up, I told my self it cant be that hard, so I would go up after they were done, but I never did. Finally, I was brave enough and was the last one to give my testimony. I felt so much better after I gave my testimony. After church, we all headed to my parents house to have lunch. It turned out so nice. So much yummy food. It was so nice to have our family and friends come over to hang out for awhile. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98UgYlb0JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ztzUGRyx89k/s1600/P5020172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98UgYlb0JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ztzUGRyx89k/s320/P5020172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467111019238903954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley, has been growing so much! Just with in a week, I have noticed he has grown a lot. He is finally in three months clothes. Also, he has discovered so many new things such as.. Playing with his tounge, making loud noises, sucking on his hands, and smiling so much more. Also, he is learning how to sleep in his own crib, which is so nice, so mommy and daddy can get some sleep. The other night, he slept from 10:30 PM until 5 AM. It was so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98VeAOD_XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DlRLfTlQeys/s1600/P4170152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98VeAOD_XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DlRLfTlQeys/s320/P4170152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112077850312050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98WV_c5B9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/SBwJ05A3wyo/s1600/P5020176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98WV_c5B9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/SBwJ05A3wyo/s320/P5020176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467113039716747218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-6639516354589571806?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6639516354589571806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessing-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6639516354589571806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6639516354589571806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S98SESh-yXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YkWUAIPWMFY/s72-c/P4280158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8251352716626530175</id><published>2010-04-14T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:39:16.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months And Counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S8YsulrcyWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jq4X3EJAwjo/s1600/P3310128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S8YsulrcyWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jq4X3EJAwjo/s400/P3310128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460100777133263202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             My Riley Boy is 2 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time gone? He is growing everyday in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;He brings a smile to our face everytime we see him.&lt;br /&gt;He still is in his newborn clothes, but some of them are getting a little tight on hin, soon he will be in his 3 month clothes. Im hoping by May he will be a little bigger in order to fit in his blessing outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to eat more and sleeping longer. I kind of have a routine for him, so he can sleep good at night. I give him a bath, feed him, rock him to sleep, and by 8:30 or 9 he is fast asleep. And he will sleep until 2 or 3 in the morning. He will eat again, and by half way of the bottle he is sleeping again. So, he is doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went to the doctor for his 2 month well check. I was wondering how much he would weight. The night before we were all guessing on how much he weighs, so I went on my mom's scale to see how much I weighed with him in my arms, and then we subtracted his weight from mine, and the scale told us that he was 10 pounds. I didn't beleive it. So, when Riley was on the baby scale he weighed 9 pounds 10 ounces, and was 22 inches long. I was shocked he gained that much weight in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'm working on is having him sleep in his crib, rather in my arms in the rocking chair at night. Hopefully we can work on this, so he doesn't get used to sleeping with me every night.  &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Some of his favorite things to do is..&lt;br /&gt;                    - Just lay on the floor and move his little body&lt;br /&gt;                    - Make cute little noises, like he is talking to us&lt;br /&gt;                    - Snuggle&lt;br /&gt;                    - Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love having Riley in our lives, he is such a sweet little boy. &lt;br /&gt;We love him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-8251352716626530175?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8251352716626530175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-months-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8251352716626530175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8251352716626530175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-months-and-counting.html' title='2 Months And Counting!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S8YsulrcyWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jq4X3EJAwjo/s72-c/P3310128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4008312600977530535</id><published>2010-03-21T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:36:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span id=goog_1269207674844&gt;Riley is growing so fast! I cant believe it.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is starting to...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Hold his head up&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Focus more&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;SMILE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Make little noises at you, when you talk to him.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;It's so fun to see him do all of these things.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;He is my sweet little boy!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class=separator style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aWInw7W-I/AAAAAAAAANc/XwSOtaZ6DZQ/s1600-h/P2270086.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aWInw7W-I/AAAAAAAAANc/XwSOtaZ6DZQ/s320/P2270086.JPG" border=0 vt="true"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class=separator style="CLEAR: both; 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I was happy that I was able to do that for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aGoP4in6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fCYgMfBk3zc/s1600-h/P3120111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aGoP4in6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fCYgMfBk3zc/s320/P3120111.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On my Mom's, Mom's side, My Great Grandpa Pete who is 89, such a nice guy once you get to know him. When you first meet him, you might think he is an old onrgy man, but he is a great guy. Something neat about this side of the family, is that Riley was born on the anniversary of my Great Grandma Reah, who passed away a year ago. It was a blessing to have him come on that day. Also, my Aunt Ardene who passed away last August had alway wanted a red-headed little boy, and thats exactly what Riley has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We all miss them very much, but we know that they are watching over us and taking care of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aKlPLaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JDA_VQ2FOuk/s1600-h/P3190120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aKlPLaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JDA_VQ2FOuk/s320/P3190120.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-4568153436124088913?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4568153436124088913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-generations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4568153436124088913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4568153436124088913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-generations.html' title='5 Generations!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aGoP4in6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fCYgMfBk3zc/s72-c/P3120111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4619695652503427338</id><published>2010-03-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:42:15.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are the pictures Case's cousin (Austin) took for us when Riley was&amp;nbsp;2 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;The lighting brings out his RED hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;They turned out really CUTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks Austin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aB6ETb8TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_VY31zriEPM/s1600-h/web8x10+9389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S6aB6ETb8TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_VY31zriEPM/s320/web8x10+9389.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S5p_RcrUNBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_7aUV2KckGw/s1600-h/P3110106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447806636990411794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S5p_RcrUNBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_7aUV2KckGw/s320/P3110106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that it has been a month, since Riley was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How time goes so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is growing so fast. He is actually wearing &lt;em&gt;newborn&lt;/em&gt; clothes now. He finally grew out of his premie clothes. Well, some premie clothes still kind of fit him. His pajamas are way too tight on him, they are falling off his shoulders. But his pants still fit him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is growing, and before I know it, he will be in 0-3 month clothes. &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;Riley is starting to focus on a lot of different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think one of his favorite things to look at is, any thing that is bright. Mainly lights. He will just stare at the light for awhile.He also is starting to recognize family voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes some funny faces too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was changing his diaper, I told him he was a stinky butt, and he made a cute litte smirk, knowing that he is a stinky butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was cute. &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;The other day, my cousin Ashley took his month old pictures and he cooperated very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got a lot of good pictures. The only time he whined was when we put him into a different position. It was Ashley's first infant baby shoot. And it turned out great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait to send out his birth announcement, for everyone to see all the good pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5159239994444414524-1274048815897039534?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1274048815897039534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-one-month-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1274048815897039534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1274048815897039534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-one-month-old.html' title='Happy Birthday! One Month Old!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S5p_RcrUNBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_7aUV2KckGw/s72-c/P3110106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-931746302268504965</id><published>2010-02-28T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:07:35.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe I have been a Mom for 2 weeks now. The joys of being a mom is wonderful. &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;From the day Riley was born until now. He has changed so much. He is starting to fill out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to his 2 week check up and I was a little nervous to see if he had gain anything. And he actually gained alomost a pound from when he was born. He now weighs 5.13 and grew almost a half of inch, 19.5. I was so happy to know that he was gaining some weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of people always ask if he is awake. My answer is no, he is sleeping. Is that all he ever does? Pretty much.. He eats, sleeps, and poops. Ha ha. I have notice that he is starting to be more alert, recorganize Case and My voices, and focusing on different objects. It is fun to see his different faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Riley to go get his pictures done by Case's cousin (Austin) and he did not like it at all. He didnt like the flash from the camera. He would cry everytime the flash went off. We did get a few pictures of him sleeping, laying down, and a few one of him crying. He did pretty good for being only 2 weeks old. We tried to get a naked bum picture, so we had him already on the blanket and he started peeing all over the blanket. After that we said that is enough of torture for one photo shoot. Hopefully, when he gets a little bit older we will be able to get some good pictures of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here a few pictures of what I have been taking, since I stay home all day and get bored sometimes, so we play and take some pictures together.. ENJOY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507236888936850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s4_bMIgZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e1vW-Ts60rA/s320/P2200057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                Sleeping in his swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502442043031250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s0oU_yPtI/AAAAAAAAALU/ce1yZJCod40/s320/P2230062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     Sleeping in his car-seat. He couldn't keep his head up&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_5443503465196026066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s1j4id-NI/AAAAAAAAALc/2hh5szWWdPY/s320/P2260083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      Wide Awake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443505437952280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s3WtoNhnI/AAAAAAAAALk/UZzFSQzGmSk/s320/P2250072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                            Go Jazz Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443506309950043458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s4JeErdUI/AAAAAAAAALs/lhKEKUWh4AI/s320/P2260085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      Mommy &amp;amp; Riley&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5159239994444414524-931746302268504965?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/931746302268504965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-weeks-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/931746302268504965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/931746302268504965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 Weeks Old'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S4s4_bMIgZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e1vW-Ts60rA/s72-c/P2200057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4102579476504172</id><published>2010-02-15T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:22:23.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Our Riley Is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438635574606478450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3nqPW84vHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VaTld6ydVy4/s400/P2110008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Riley T. Rasmussen came into this world on February 11 at 3:25 PM. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story begins early Thursday morning about 3 AM I started having sharp pains in my lower back, so I decided to take a bath to see if they would go away. I went back to bed and the pain was still there. This time I woke up and my water broke and I really didnt think of doing any thing about it. Once again, I went back to bed to see the pain would go away, but I was WRONG. Finally, around 7:30 AM, I told Case that we had to go to the hospital. So, we got our stuff and headed to the hospital. We got there around 8:30 AM. I had my IV put in, and was just waiting for my baby to come. At this time, I was about a "1" and I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I decided to get my epidural. After, that I was in heaven. I couldn't feel much anymore. Everytime the nurse came in, she said I was progressing and now I was at "2-3". I just layed there and every hour the nurse came in and checked me and I was at a "4",then I jumped to a "7" in 45mins. Next, thing I knew the nurse said, "Oh my gosh, there is a head", and that was about 30 mins after checking me at a "7." So, the nurse called the doctor to come in and deliver this baby. About 20 mins later and 3 pushes, we had a little baby here. He weighed 5 lbs 2 oz. and was 18.75 inches long. (Only 2 days early) Yes, I know, what at TINY baby. (But He will GROW so FAST.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in the hospital for two days, and it was so nice. The nurses were so helpful. Also, our family and friends came up to visit and ALL took turns holding Riley. We were so thankful for EVERYONE'S company. And cant wait for the FUN JOURNEY ahead of us with our new edition to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438692947753878258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3oea6lKwvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/D5zS-y0phOU/s320/P2110010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438693184232493922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3oeoriEE2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/39X8IJ_TnT4/s320/P2110016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438693396483798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3oe1COt9eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eyu6fuER50k/s320/P2120030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694153072623458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3ofhEvjP2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/g2ucz2-GNYI/s320/P2130038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-4102579476504172?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4102579476504172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-our-riley-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4102579476504172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4102579476504172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-our-riley-is-here.html' title='Finally! Our Riley Is Here!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S3nqPW84vHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VaTld6ydVy4/s72-c/P2110008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-6035486090216367809</id><published>2010-02-05T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:11:30.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks (Almost 39)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S2zAXHTEGOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cOtVukccV0M/s1600-h/P2030304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434930353657878754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S2zAXHTEGOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cOtVukccV0M/s400/P2030304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! Only a week and a half left to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I spent my day getting ready for my baby boy to come. My sister made me look beautiful. She did my hair, put some highlights in it and gave my hair a nice trim. It always feels so nice to get my hair done, especially when your sister does it for you. And she knows exactly what I like. I love it! Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also, went to the doctors to see what he had to say about being 38 and a half weeks. All, he did was check me and told me I was NOT dialated, but that doesn't mean I couldn't go into labor later that night. Also, he said that everything looked good and he will see me next week, (or sooner, that is what I'm hoping), but we will see what happens within the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone is telling different ways to induce labor. My mom said, to use castor oil... Eww.. Just the thought of drinking something doesn't sound fun, plus the side effects that come with drinking the oil. I'm not trying this one. Also, people at work are saying go for a run, do some jumping jack, or clean the house. My thoughts are he will come when he is ready, even though Case and I are ready for him to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, We will see what happens!&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/5159239994444414524-6035486090216367809?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6035486090216367809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/38-weeks-almost-39.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6035486090216367809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6035486090216367809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/02/38-weeks-almost-39.html' title='38 Weeks (Almost 39)!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S2zAXHTEGOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cOtVukccV0M/s72-c/P2030304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1897225342214065483</id><published>2010-01-28T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:01:22.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>Today, was kind of a busy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drive down to Orem, to go to the dentist to get a cleaning and have the dentist look at one of my tooth that I chipped a week a go. I had no cavities, and the tooth that chipped, they have to put a crown on it. They told me it took about 2 weeks for a crown to be made, and all I could think of was that my baby is due then. So, I told them that we would have to do put the crown on after I have my baby. The dentist said that would be ok, as long as the tooth doesn't bother me. It just feels weird when my tongue rubs against it. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to my other doctor (baby) appointment.&lt;br /&gt;It was a short and sweet visit. The doctor came in, measured my belly (36 inches), made sure the baby was moving, and if I had any questions for him. I told him, that he moves mostly and night when I'm relaxing and that everything was good. Next weeks visit will be more interesting, he will check me to see if I'm dilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the time is finally coming to an end to have a baby. I'm curious on what he's going to look like? More like me or Case. Everyone has told me that he is going to have strawberry blonde hair, which I agree on. Also, I'm wanting to buy all these cute clothes for him. I'm getting excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, about no picture this week. I look the same from last week. Hopefully, there will be a change by next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1897225342214065483?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1897225342214065483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/01/37-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1897225342214065483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1897225342214065483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/01/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1693087475993611938</id><published>2010-01-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:42:55.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Time! 36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S1kjmp2LB_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ks0KoyuAhyk/s1600-h/PIC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429409972746913778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S1kjmp2LB_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ks0KoyuAhyk/s320/PIC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow! I cant believe I have 4 weeks until my baby is here. It has been a long time since I have told family and friends that I was pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to the doctors today for my last ultrasound. I was excited to see how much the baby weighed. The doctor said he was measuring at 34 weeks and weighed 5 pounds. I was a little worried that my due date was going to be pushed back 2 weeks, but the doctor said that everything was looking good and the heart beat sounded good. The baby is already head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After hearing what the doctor had to say, I immediately texted Case, since he was at work telling him how the appointment went. He knew that I was worried about something. After texting for a minute, he called me asking if everything was ok, and I lost it, I started crying saying Im worried that our baby isn't growing. Case calmed me down saying that everything will be ok, and to remember how "small" we are and how small we were when we were born. I kindof said, yeah your right and I just need to relax and go rest for awhile. And thats what i did for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After resting for a few hours, I decided I wanted to just get out of the house and go look around at baby stuff. So, I headed to Wal Mart to look. I headed straight back to the baby isle. I found the cutest bedset for the crib. It was an "Animal Theme" bedset with a giraffe, crocodile, elephant, and a monkey (My Favorite, I love monkey's) So, I bought it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429414762566218754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S1kn9dUFdAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WhIvXrVCHP8/s320/PIC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last, Saturday my Mom gave me a baby shower! I received sooo much stuff. From cute clothes, diapers, wipes, a swing, a bouncer, and a bassinet. I appreciated everything and for everyone who came. Thank You!                                                                               &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418521229214978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S1krYPbLRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bCIaKoqB_zM/s320/P1010299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The shirt says "My first Jazz Tee" (Already A Jazz Fan From Grandpa Darwin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1693087475993611938?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1693087475993611938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-time-36.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1693087475993611938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1693087475993611938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown-time-36.html' title='Countdown Time! 36 Weeks'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/S1kjmp2LB_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ks0KoyuAhyk/s72-c/PIC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-8021980692926276494</id><published>2009-12-28T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:58:33.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS! (A week late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All I can say is that we got &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Spoiled"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, after Case's family party we came home and I told Case to open the door, since I had stuff in my hand, and he told me his keys were way down in his pocket, so I had to open the door.. So, I opened the door and all I see was the Christmas lights reflecting off a &lt;em&gt;New Recliner&lt;/em&gt;, with a card saying Merry Christmas! I said, Case Rod your a little sneak... I had no idea I was going to get a recliner. I had only mentioned it a few times to him awhile back, and really didnt think we could get one for awhile, but I was wrong. The chair is microfiber and light brown. I love it! I have been in it ever since. Its so comfortable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1H9_91lCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h5YURfPjCc/s1600-h/PIC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421568656892335138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1H9_91lCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h5YURfPjCc/s320/PIC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I gave Case an ihome for his ipod, which he enjoys. He also got some cd's to put on his ipod. (He just barely learned how to put music on.. Ha Ha.. JK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My family gave us a new video camera, dishes, and towels. Once again, another suprise we had no idea about getting video camera. It will be awesome when our little baby comes, and we will be able to use it more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Case's family gave each of us money so we could do what ever we want with it, his brother and sister-in-law made us a beautiful quilt. Also, his mom gave me a cute sign about having a little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1G4edHWsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E0zIXpNkd0w/s1600-h/PIC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421567462485744322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1G4edHWsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E0zIXpNkd0w/s320/PIC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1HY-kAjdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GrL3o1fZzrk/s1600-h/PIC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421568020860407250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1HY-kAjdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GrL3o1fZzrk/s320/PIC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For some reason we worry about what were going to get each other and from our families and it seems to be that we always come out with everything we wanted plus more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank You Family for Everything!&lt;/span&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/5159239994444414524-8021980692926276494?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/8021980692926276494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-week-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8021980692926276494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/8021980692926276494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-week-late.html' title='CHRISTMAS! (A week late)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sz1H9_91lCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h5YURfPjCc/s72-c/PIC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4497100453392577761</id><published>2009-11-24T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:45:12.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought you were Pregnant??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sw6-PMBobVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l3m6fWdYZD8/s1600/PB230270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408469370653928786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sw6-PMBobVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l3m6fWdYZD8/s320/PB230270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was last week at my cousin's baby blessing. My uncle Joey said, "I thought you were pregnant?" I stood up and showed my little belly, and then everyone said, "Ok you look a little pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even my boss at work, said, "You still don't even look pregnant." Another employee didn't even know I was pregnant and that I had only a few weeks to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think everyone was expecting me to be a little bit bigger, being 27 weeks. I think the way my body is (being short) my belly grows round, not outward, and that is probably why I don't look that big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I dont mind being not so big, I will probably pop out in a month or too, and then everyone will say, Wow! You really are pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week, I go to the doctors, so we will find out how everything is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only 12 weeks left to go!&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/5159239994444414524-4497100453392577761?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4497100453392577761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-you-were-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4497100453392577761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4497100453392577761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-you-were-pregnant.html' title='I thought you were Pregnant??'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sw6-PMBobVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l3m6fWdYZD8/s72-c/PB230270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-1151463778839966071</id><published>2009-11-01T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:58:49.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Feel That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since I told Case I had felt our baby move, he a was so fascinated about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When he got home from work that night, he said, "Can I try to feel it?" I kind of chuckled and said, "Yeah give it a try to see if you can feel it." But he felt nothing. He was a little disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, the baby has been moving like crazy. He is more active and likes to move around at night when I'm trying to go to sleep. The other night Case wanted to feel again, so I let him feel my stomach and I was being very still, and all of a sudden he said, "Did you feel that?" I said yes! That is him just kicking. Case was so excited that he actually got to feel his little boy move around. From then on, he always ask's me how his little boy is doing. All I know is that he is doing good and growing fast. My last appointment, the doctor said everything sounded good just by listening to the hearbeat. Case wasn't able to go the appointment since he was sick, and he told me to get a picture of his boy, but we didn't have an ultrasound. It will be next time. Hopefully, next time Case will be able to come and see the ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we hung out at Case's Aunt house, they asked if he was moving around yet. And I said he was moving right now, so Case hurried and put his hand on my stomach and felt it move, and he actually saw it move. Everyone took turns feeling my stomach feeling the baby move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting so excited for this baby.&lt;br /&gt;We just wished he would come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Only a couple more months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case practicing holding my cousin Asher. Looks like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399178344579413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su28GSujNkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T1LwDiSFPqI/s320/P9180195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-1151463778839966071?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/1151463778839966071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-feel-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1151463778839966071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/1151463778839966071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-feel-that.html' title='Did You Feel That?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su28GSujNkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T1LwDiSFPqI/s72-c/P9180195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-2297378189074618966</id><published>2009-10-08T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:56:59.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm half way into my pregancy!&lt;br /&gt;At my last appointment, I went to the hospital to have the "Official" ultrasound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They measured everything from head to toe, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool to see everything being measured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite parts of the ultrasound was seeing the heart beat so fast, and while the ultrasound tech was pushing on my bellly, the baby was pushing away his hand for the tech to stop pressing on my belly. It was pretty cute to him being so active during the ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are getting pretty excited. Well, at least me and my mom.. (JK) We love to go shopping to buy cute clothes form him. He is going to be one spoiled little boy. Being the first grand-child on both sides.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The name we have picked out is Riley T. Rasmussen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The "T" is from Case's grandpa's middle initial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390438541527608002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Ss6vSzNT6sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-izOV7l2B04/s320/Face.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Ss6UnEpeNTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oLCvsfPgklc/s1600-h/Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-2297378189074618966?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2297378189074618966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2297378189074618966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2297378189074618966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-way.html' title='Half Way!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Ss6vSzNT6sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-izOV7l2B04/s72-c/Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-6106547345773207218</id><published>2009-09-09T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:27:14.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY or GIRL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SqgstbASgfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qdIg0NN2n24/s1600-h/picture1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379598913748763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SqgstbASgfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qdIg0NN2n24/s320/picture1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SqgrBEy-OrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b3qpC90LlJE/s1600-h/picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, It's true. We are having a baby BOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are really excited. We went to the doctors last week, and the ultrasound was pretty cool. The baby is growing so fast, every 4 weeks it gets bigger and bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When the doctor was determinig the sex of the baby, the baby was crossing its leg, and the dr said he could see "something is poking out between its leg"..... So, he determined IT'S A BOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats what I was hoping for, because I was raised with a sister. I really haven't had to experience dealing with a little boy in the family. Case, wanted a little girl first so, she could be "Daddy's little girl", but he was happy that we are having a boy now. He was saying the other day, "I can't wait to have a little buddy who get to fishing, playing hockey, and just hanging out together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Both sides of the families are super excited for a Grandson. (Especially the Grandpa's to be so they can watch and play sports together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going to put a picture of the ultrasound up, but the scanner wasn't working. Hopefully next time I will be able to put a picture of the ultrasound up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-6106547345773207218?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/6106547345773207218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-or-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6106547345773207218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/6106547345773207218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-or-girl.html' title='BOY or GIRL?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SqgstbASgfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qdIg0NN2n24/s72-c/picture1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4214683265699867896</id><published>2009-08-20T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:59:45.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>Wow!&lt;br /&gt;There has been sooo much going on within the past month. I have been so busy. With a new job, and moving into our own apartment! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up to Idaho to see my new cousin be blessed and visit with them. I just love how cute they are. And when I do go visit them, they know exactly who I am.. My Nat! As Gage says. They are all growing up so fast! It was so nice to play and visit with them! I wish they lived closer to me (maybe one day).&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;The Family (Minus Gage, he was being a bum, he didnt want his picture taken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So2_NdVOHaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LedTaPIWp70/s1600-h/P8020157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372160168455708066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So2_NdVOHaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LedTaPIWp70/s320/P8020157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case and I, both "graduated" from school.. Well, I actually did. I finished my Medical Assistant in June, and the school had a graduation for those who have finished a class. Which, put Case in the category since he completed his EMT- Intermediate. He really didn't want to go, he wanted it to be my day. But, at the last minute he decided to "walk" across the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun "Graduating" together. This will be a "once in a lifetime" thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3A5m8QmcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YuGhX2mtVwk/s1600-h/P8060180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162026461239746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3A5m8QmcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YuGhX2mtVwk/s320/P8060180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved into out OWN apartment in Riverdale. At first we were a little hestistant on getting this apartment, because we wanted to save money and live with Rick for awhile. But, we just couldn't pass up the good offer of the apartment. So, we decided to move to Riverdale. It's just a 2 bedroom apartment, (but MUCH BIGGER than our apartment in Provo) We enjoy this apartment. It is so big compare to our first one. Big, living room, kitchen area (with a dishwasher, my favorite part) and washer &amp;amp; dryer hook-ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second night staying at the our new place, Case woke up to having a water leak in the bathroom that lead into the hall-way and water was every where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our upstairs neighbors had a toilet leak that they didnt know about, and ended up in our bathroom. The ceiling was soaked and water damaged, along with the carpet in the hall way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called the land lord and they came over to see the damage. They couldn't believe this happened. Luckily, they were very understanding and got everything fixed for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372166311800188690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3EzDErrxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CORcX-1udpQ/s320/P8180185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3Dq3jwRNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A_Zv6Bb6AGI/s1600-h/P8180182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372165071758705874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3Dq3jwRNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A_Zv6Bb6AGI/s320/P8180182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3ENVucEuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sD3_cx7fK-A/s1600-h/P8180183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372165663972135650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/So3ENVucEuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sD3_cx7fK-A/s320/P8180183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, we find out what we are having in 2 weeks! I'm hoping for a boy and Case wants a girl.. I guess we will see what happens. Hopefully, the doctor can see what it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next post will be our finished ceiling to the bathroom. 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We are having a baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to the doctors yesterday and had our first pre-natal appointment. I was a little nervous, because I didn't even feel pregnant, and what if the doctor told us that we weren't pregnant. Anyways, the appointment went great! We had an ultrasound done, and everything looked good. The baby is in the right spot and heart beat sounds good. (That was the best part of the whole appointment, getting to see and listen to the heartbeat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, everyone is excited. At first when we told our family. Some were way excited and some didn't believe us. (Mostly my family, because we always teased them that we were pregnant, every time we told them to guess what and that is what we told them. When we finally did tell them that we were POSITIVE on being pregnant, they didn't believe us. They said once you go to the doctor and you begin to have a little pouch, then we will believe. So, once I was done at the doctor I told everyone that it was true. We were going to have a baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are due February 13, which puts me at 8 1/2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-2383625966023285898?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2383625966023285898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2383625966023285898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2383625966023285898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-3235237753047326400</id><published>2009-07-02T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:52:27.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key West Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry it took me so long to post about our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our travels started on June 22 to Key West Florida, for our friends wedding. We woke up at 3:30 AM, needing to be at the airport by 5:30 to check in our luggage and get our boarding pass for our flight at 6:30 to Houston. The flight went smoothly. As we got to Houston, we had a 3 hour lay over, before our next flight to Miami. We just hung out and tried to sleep. We finally arrived to Miami about 6 PM and our friend who was suppose to pick us up wasn't there due to traffic, we had to wait a hour before he got there. As soon as our friend got&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miami, we hopped into the car and headed to Key West, about a 3 hour drive. About half way we stopped for dinner and kept traveling the Florida Keys. We finally arrive to Key West about 10 PM, and had to find our hotel. As I was booking our hotel, the manager told me she wasn't going to be there we arrived, so we had to go across the street to the tattoo shop to pick up our hotel key. It was pretty creepy and then we had to walk down a dark alley way to get into the hotel. The hotel had 2 locked down doors, before you actually go to your room. By this point, we worried about what the room was going to look like, it actually was pretty nice. It had a bed, TV, kitchenette, and bathroom (just a toilet and shower). I guess it was better than nothing. All we needed was a place to sleep. After we got settled, we went to find our friends and hung out for awhile. The main street everything was on was called Duval Street. That is where we hung out most of the time, just walking up and down the street for the first couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2nd Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; We slept in, got ready, went to Denny's for breakfast, set up our para-sailing trip, went to the beach. I wasn't too impressed.. I was expecting white sand, clear blue water, but it was like going to Pine view damn. Later on that night the girls and the guys split up to do their own thing (Bachelor &amp;amp; Bachelorette Party). The girls went out to dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, and the rest of the first went out to the bars to drink, I just went back to our hotel and hung out with Case that night (the boys did the same thing) We were the only married couple that didn't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk171n5eJnI/AAAAAAAAADA/TeV4I3mB7OA/s1600-h/P6230009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354071693186705010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk171n5eJnI/AAAAAAAAADA/TeV4I3mB7OA/s320/P6230009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3rd Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Slept in all day! We didn't have anything planned until the wedding rehearsal at 4:30 pm. So we just relaxed until then. The rehearsal was at the beach. We all practiced going down the isle a couple time and then went over to our friend Brandon's (groom) parent's place to have pizza, go swimming, and go fishing in the canal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk1-a2FTBwI/AAAAAAAAADg/lyNkMTyxeSU/s1600-h/P6240020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354074531672819458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk1-a2FTBwI/AAAAAAAAADg/lyNkMTyxeSU/s320/P6240020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4th Day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All the girls got up, had brunch at a cafe, relaxed and hung out, got ready for the wedding. We were about to leave for the wedding and it started raining pretty hard. We were all worried there wasn't going to be a wedding on the beach, but we waited a half hour, then it cleared up and we proceeded with the wedding. The ceremony was very nice. Case and I were both part of the wedding and set the ceremony off by walking down the isle first. After the ceremony we to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok pictures and had dinner. It was such a wonderful wedding to be apart of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk1_emcQ6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/Lg_sQbMJd38/s1600-h/P6250047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354075695705287362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk1_emcQ6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/Lg_sQbMJd38/s320/P6250047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk2ACUpc6vI/AAAAAAAAADw/B-nEm1xWUdM/s1600-h/P6250061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354076309404052210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk2ACUpc6vI/AAAAAAAAADw/B-nEm1xWUdM/s320/P6250061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5th Day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up early to got to the beach for our para sailing ride. As we were walking out the door, it started to rain hard once again. I was worried that our trip would get canceled. We just had to wait a hour for it to clear up. In that time we went to a museum about the city. I enjoyed the para sailing. The ride was smooth. As we got up in the air, we could see the whole island, and it was relaxing (even though it was a 12 min ride). later on that day we went snorkeling. I really didn't see much, just little fish and crabs. Case, saw a sting ray and some tropical fish. We each got to do something we wanted when we got down there. It was a fun day hanging out with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk2BWX9DbWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xV3j9ejNMfA/s1600-h/P6260103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354077753400585570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk2BWX9DbWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xV3j9ejNMfA/s320/P6260103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6th day&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We slept all day! We were exhausted from the wedding and the day before. About 4 o'clock we went to the beach and hung out with Brandon and Amy and went over to the Holmes' place again for a BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7th day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We did the same thing. Slept in, relaxed, and went shopping. We decided when your in Key West, you either need a lot of money or like to drink and party. Later on that night we went to a place called "Mallory Square" for a sunset celebration and where you watch the sunset and different entertainers do little shows ( magic, tumbling, knifes) and had little souvenir shops. It was fun! After the celebration we all went to see the movie Transformers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8th day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finally going home! we woke up to a phone call telling us, that we didn't have a ride to the airport and pretty much had to find a way by ourselves. So, we had to rent a car. As we arrived to the car rental place, as we were getting everything set up, they said our credit card was declined, because it was a debit card. So, we called Case's mom to see what she could do to help, luckily she helped out to make everything work out. Our car was some kind of convertible(something to get us to the airport) About a hour of driving we stopped for lunch. As we were waiting for our food, I received a phone call from the hotel saying we broke the silverware holder. got make-up on a pillow, and didn't do our dishes. And we would be charged $60 bucks for everything. I tried to explain to the manager that we had no idea about the silverware holder and had to do the dishes (usually that is what the maid does, that is their job). The manager was so upset she hung up on me. I called back and explained to her that I didn't sign anything regarding all of the problems. She finally said, let me look at your registration paper, and it wasn't signed (stupid lady!) She apologized and we were not charged. Thank Goodness! We finally arrived at the airport, got our luggage checked in and we were off on our flight to Houston. About half way through the flight, the pilot told us that Houston was having weather problems and couldn't land, so we stopped in Louisiana to refuel on gas and we would see what would happen. After 30 minutes we took off and was headed to Houston. When we finally landed, we had already missed our connecting flight to Salt Lake, do the airport gave us discount tickets for a hotel and rescheduled our flight to SLC for 9:30 on the morning. So, Case and I booked a hotel, took a shuttle to the hotel. By this time we were starving, so we went across the street to go to Taco Bell, but it was closed. So we ended up at the gas station to get food. Case had a burrito and I had a lunchable with chips. We checked into the hotel and it was so nice. (A $350 room for $77) It was wonderful! A king size bed, a pull-out couch, two TVs. This was the best part of the whole trip. We woke up early to shuttle back over to the airport to catch our flight. As soon as we got into our seats, we both closed our eyes and took a nap for awhile. As soon as we entered the SLC region we were so excited, we were almost home. WE FINALLY LANDED IN SLC! My mom was there to pick us up. We were so happy to see her. As we got home, Case had to get ready and go to work the rest of his shift. Luckily, I didn't have to go in to my work. I just relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And, now I can say, "HOME SWEET HOME"&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-3235237753047326400?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/3235237753047326400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/key-west-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/3235237753047326400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/3235237753047326400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/07/key-west-trip.html' title='Key West Trip'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Sk171n5eJnI/AAAAAAAAADA/TeV4I3mB7OA/s72-c/P6230009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-57308163909530826</id><published>2009-06-17T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:54:37.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY DONE WITH EXTERN HOURS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, was my last day of my externship. I can't believe it. I had to complete 180 hours of clinicals. At first, when I thought 180 hours? I thought it would take me FOREVER, but it took me exactly a month to finish. It actually went pretty fast. The only thing that sucked about the whole things was... I was working for FREE. Not fun at all. Throughout the whole process of the extern hours, I learned SO MUCH, from giving shots, appplying splints, cutting casts off, and taking out stitches. I think my favorite part out of everything was getting the Kindergarden kids ready for school. I would take their heght, weight, blood pressure, eye test, and then at the end of the physical, I would have to be mean and give them their vaccines. I cant wait to actually start working, (which will be June 30, after out Vacation.) It will be nice to start my own routine of how things will be done at the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my mom invited me to go to her Enrichment Night for Relief Society, and they ended up making the beaded bracelet watches. It ended up to be a lot of fun. It was a nice girls night for my family. My mom, sister and mother-in-law came, and all we did was chit- chatted and had fun! There was such a selection to choose from, I had a hard time choosing. I finally choose a pink face watch with pink, brown, and silver beads to go with it. My mom picked out the same one, since we both like pink and wear a lot of pink. ( We have the same taste, with most stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348462996558879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SjmOwgw2nMI/AAAAAAAAACw/2ReQ0LT1t3A/s320/P6170263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348462164114656706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SjmOADqrzcI/AAAAAAAAACg/5K0zXvBJVn8/s320/P6170262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5159239994444414524-57308163909530826?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/57308163909530826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-done-with-extern-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/57308163909530826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/57308163909530826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-done-with-extern-hours.html' title='FINALLY DONE WITH EXTERN HOURS!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SjmOwgw2nMI/AAAAAAAAACw/2ReQ0LT1t3A/s72-c/P6170263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-2821153782265278749</id><published>2009-06-05T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:44:20.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today we celebrated my Mom's birthday!(Her actual birthday is June 3rd, which she shares with her mom) We had a BBQ at her house, with my grandparents, and uncle and his family. It was nice to see everyone. It always seems when ever there is a special gathering, birthday, and holidays is the only time you really get to see your family. I wish we could have more time just to go visit extended family and to get to know them better Hopefully, we can make the time to go visit our families. I know usualy Sunday's is our time to go visit a different family member each week. It's usually the only time everyone is home and relaxing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344039016667473426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SinXK_ZK5hI/AAAAAAAAACI/VPviURI-VkQ/s320/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344038243599906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SinWd_ff9wI/AAAAAAAAACA/l6AlGSeqNOM/s320/DSC03875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mom is such a sweet lady. She will do anything for you. She loves to help anyone from cooking dinner for a lady in the ward who had a baby, making crochet blankets for her nieces and nephews, or for her friends. She also makes yummy chocolates at Christmas time. I love you MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With, Case and I we really dont have much going on. The only thing that we are excited for is our trip to Key West, for Case's best friend's wedding. When we heard they were going to get married there, we knew we had to go down and make it a vacation. So, we leave June 22 and will be back June 29. I cant wait just to enjoy the sun and the beach. I really want to go para-sailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; So hopefully we get to go!&lt;/span&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/5159239994444414524-2821153782265278749?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/2821153782265278749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2821153782265278749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/2821153782265278749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/SinXK_ZK5hI/AAAAAAAAACI/VPviURI-VkQ/s72-c/DSC03876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159239994444414524.post-4729492079186520479</id><published>2009-05-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:07:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is NEW to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, as most people. I have decided to get a blog. Thanks to my freind Kendra, she helped me get everything set up today. I guess for my first post. I will tell a little about myself and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm from Roy. I love to hang out with family and friends, when I get time, I like to scrapbook and go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I met my husband Case while I was working at Mount Ogden Nursing Home and going to Weber State about four years ago. We dated for about a year and then Case went on a mission to St. Louis, Missouri. We wrote each other every week. About two weeks after Case got home from his mission we were engaged and two months we were married on January 4, 2008. We then moved down to Provo so Case could play hockey for BYU and go to school. I also went to school to get my Medical Assistant. We recently just moved back up to Layton, living with Case' dad.(So we can save money and buy a house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also, I just finished my Medical Assistant Program and interning and Wee Care Pediatrics. (Which I love! They are fun to watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Case is working at the Murray Hospital (Intermountain Medical Center) as an EMT in the Emergency Room. He enjoys working there. I always here some interesting stories. In the Fall he will attend Weber State and get his pre-req's done for the nursing program and hopefully get in soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some of favorite things to do together is just hang out, watch movies, and go for walks with our dog Zoey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We don't have any kids right now, but we consider Zoey our little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope to post more things about my family. I think this is going to be fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159239994444414524-4729492079186520479?l=cnrasmussen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/feeds/4729492079186520479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-new-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4729492079186520479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159239994444414524/posts/default/4729492079186520479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnrasmussen.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-new-to-me.html' title='This is NEW to ME!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13182670922649520843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-o9JgVEle6w/Su2_WiVS2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wBg-SDCqQMg/S220/4149_Cochran_J0290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
