<?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-7975596491087411939</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:15:08.536-08:00</updated><category term='Husband'/><category term='Random'/><category term='PHOTOS'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='PEOPLE'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='Lola'/><category term='Little adventure'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='Celebs.'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Survey questions'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Darren'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Food for the heart'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Fun times with friends'/><category term='MOVIE'/><category term='family'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='baby girl'/><category term='Interest'/><category term='Foods'/><category term='THANKSGIVING'/><category term='US'/><category term='Nate'/><category term='Media'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4078708500619907666</id><published>2012-01-26T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:51:48.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me a momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since the arrival of our second child is getting close, I am trying to soak up all the one-on-one time I have with my little man. And believe me we have plenty of those. Last week I prayed for some extra energy so that I can actually be active and play with Darren.I try to do my best to limit his time watching the TV. This kid loves to watch TV.I really have to make sure of the time limits and boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayer works miracle.One thing I realize,when you are a Mother you pray for the tiniest little things,that doesn't seem to matter, However,the truth is that it actually matter in your household. I prayed that Darren would not throw a huge tantrum when I try to turn off the TV,or when I say no to things that he is not suppose to do. I pray that he would listen more and that I could communicate with him,and decipher whatever it is that he is trying to tell me. I am trying to avoid the meltdowns,because my tolerance is not as long &amp;nbsp;and not as good as when I am actually in my normal self,and not in the big preggo hormonal mood. And so far it works. PRAYER DOES WORK.I am a believer.Even though our day is filled with play time time,diaper change, time-outs,warning.We do laugh a lot,and give cuddles,and kisses, we sing and dance too. And at the end of the day I actually feel really good. I feel like I have done my part.And the day, even though it seems like the normal typical day.But still, I could say that it has been a good day.And I learned to really appreciate good days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren is into singing and dancing mode the past few days. He would shake his booty and dance the minute he hears the music,it is hilarious. He would sing even if he doesn't know the words of the song.He will manage to make it work. But I love it when he sings his favorite songs. After our night routine and right after I sing to him at night and I say "night night Darren,I love you." He would then respond and &amp;nbsp;say "niiighh-niiiiggghh mooommmy..wubyu". And oh it just melt my heart. Two year olds, I tell you.as crazy and as terrible as they say it.It is actually a fun stage. They can be stubborn and independent, but they would still look for you when they need something.They would still give you tons of kisses and hugs before you tuck them in bed. In short, they are still your baby no matter how big they seem to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boy is growing.It is bittersweet. I want to him to stay like a little boy.But I am also excited to see him grow,develop and become his own self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mind the mess.This is our house.Every single day.Toys,wipes,books,balls and the list goes on. Yes,I try to clean it at the end of the day.You know to &amp;nbsp;keep my sanity.I still like organization.But I don't really care much during the day. I would rather have those tiny little messes as long as my baby is well fed, bathed,entertain and happy. That is all that matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This boy has finally started to smile on camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pAERWWG9eo/TyHIkoEWAXI/AAAAAAAACU0/tPEjLGBpco8/s1600/100_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pAERWWG9eo/TyHIkoEWAXI/AAAAAAAACU0/tPEjLGBpco8/s640/100_1944.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osLOHsuQORc/TyHIUJH8cLI/AAAAAAAACT8/O2lXpUFvQ8Q/s1600/100_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osLOHsuQORc/TyHIUJH8cLI/AAAAAAAACT8/O2lXpUFvQ8Q/s1600/100_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlVVm82JOM/TyHIcZkShsI/AAAAAAAACUU/r7KNNtNTuSo/s1600/100_1956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlVVm82JOM/TyHIcZkShsI/AAAAAAAACUU/r7KNNtNTuSo/s640/100_1956.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Precious Darren and Daddy moment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z14s0wJEls4/TyHIZw-O6gI/AAAAAAAACUM/oWlwVe2LSfc/s1600/100_1955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z14s0wJEls4/TyHIZw-O6gI/AAAAAAAACUM/oWlwVe2LSfc/s640/100_1955.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7kVGjbnSUQ/TyHIiG4NY4I/AAAAAAAACUs/wCe546SSn40/s1600/100_1963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7kVGjbnSUQ/TyHIiG4NY4I/AAAAAAAACUs/wCe546SSn40/s640/100_1963.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My favorite. This boy is a cuddle bug, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What more can I say? I am one lucky momma,and a happy wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-4078708500619907666?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4078708500619907666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4078708500619907666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4078708500619907666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4078708500619907666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things.html' title='Call me a momma!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pAERWWG9eo/TyHIkoEWAXI/AAAAAAAACU0/tPEjLGBpco8/s72-c/100_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2601809448745593953</id><published>2012-01-18T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:08:06.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Randomness</title><content type='html'>&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;I have a lot of random thoughts. I am getting more and more tired and sleepy everyday. The weather doesn't help with this tiredness.I feel bad for Darren cause all I want is to be a couch potato. But other than being tired, I feel good. I can still sleep at night.Thank goodness. I can still function everyday and be a wife and a mother. I remember before I got pregnant, I was worried sick because I thought that I was going to be incapacitated. I thought I was going to be sick all the time,and wouldn't be able to function. I realize that the desire to get up, function and live is really all in the mind.And if you have the desire to do it,you will. And that is how it is for me when there are days that I feel so pregnant and lazy.&amp;nbsp;&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;Totally random but I love this quote that I got from Pinterest. It just about sums up what I am feeling. I am a momma. Every single day I have a list in my head.Even before I go to bed and I know that my boy is just in the next room, I still think of him.In fact,there are some nights when he is fast asleep that I feel like I miss him. Like, I totally forgot how crazy my day had been,and how much he pushed my button. At the end of everyday, I am a Mother. Same feeling that goes with this unborn child. I am excited to see her.I think of her all the time. I get excited to feel her move. I worry about her.I look forward to the day that my Darren will meet his sister.And I can finally call myself a mother of two.It is an exciting feeling.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92-veyxi7o/TxdB28mJPQI/AAAAAAAACTo/SI1LcWtcgH0/s1600/199213983486717758_FS8P8mlw_c+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92-veyxi7o/TxdB28mJPQI/AAAAAAAACTo/SI1LcWtcgH0/s1600/199213983486717758_FS8P8mlw_c+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmKffQGYs88/TxdM813z0NI/AAAAAAAACTw/d6nvVhO01e8/s1600/lens18403390_1314330997I_Dont_Know_How_She_Does_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmKffQGYs88/TxdM813z0NI/AAAAAAAACTw/d6nvVhO01e8/s1600/lens18403390_1314330997I_Dont_Know_How_She_Does_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another Random thought.Have you seen the movie "I don't know How she does it?"? Well it is not the best flix but I actually like it. I can relate to the character in some ways. But I am glad,I don't have her job. Even though I must admit,that I like the idea of dressing up and I like to wear some fine stilettos.The stress level of working in such a high,time consuming,&amp;nbsp;competitive environment is a scary and crazy thought for me. I am happy where I belong, in the home. I don't mind scrubbing floors in my part time job where I sometimes need to clean apartments, if most of the time in a day I get to be with my child.I get to witness the milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I finally gave in.For the longest time I told myself that I am never going to sign up on pinterest.Simply because I don't want to get addicted. But my friend kept on telling me to give it a try.And one night when I totally have no idea what to make for dinner.I gave pinterest a try.And I got hooked . I was able to make a yummy dinner out of the stuff that I have in my fridge and my pantry from the recipe that I got on the site. I think it's better than being addicted to facebook.hah. True.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I have been craving smoothies. And since I don't always have the car, I decided to make my own. I have been doing some fruit smoothies.I bought a bag of tropical frozen fruits and a bag of spinach from Costco. I just mix the fruits,the spinach and I &amp;nbsp;added milk, and yogurt, blend them together,and voila my very own smoothies. Sometimes when I feel kind of acidic and my heart burn is kicking in I would just mix a swiss chocolate powder with a whole milk,add some ice and spinach put it all in my blender.And there you have it home made milk shake. I would recommend it, it is really good. I could not even taste the spinach.My boys love it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am freaking out.I am on a single digit countdown with this pregnancy. I am 31 weeks pregnant.9 more weeks to go.Oh my goodness. This is all happening way too fast.And I am not prepared. I feel like I have to start all over again.It has been 2 years, I have forgotten all the things that I need for this baby.Well not all of it, but you know what I mean. I know I need clothes,diaper,wipes and the list goes on.Oh speaking of list,I need to start making one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AnywayI guess I better stop now. My monkey is awake from his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-2601809448745593953?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2601809448745593953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2601809448745593953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2601809448745593953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2601809448745593953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/total-randomness.html' title='Total Randomness'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92-veyxi7o/TxdB28mJPQI/AAAAAAAACTo/SI1LcWtcgH0/s72-c/199213983486717758_FS8P8mlw_c+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7929926295594515171</id><published>2012-01-11T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:12:14.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I am always busy, and I could never get a break. But I don't mind,really. We really enjoyed our Holidays. I am glad that the Taylor siblings got to be together for the Holidays. It is fun to see all of them and all the kids. I think Darren misses his cousins.He sure would love to have a constant playmate. Oh my Darren, I love him dearly. And I would never get tired of saying it. I love that even though he is getting pretty independent in doing the little things that toddlers do,he still comes to me to give me hugs and kisses. Oh I would never get tired of our cuddle moments. I am glad he is mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pregnancy is great.I am 30 weeks along. 10 more weeks of waiting or maybe even less.Fingers cross. I really don't mind if this baby comes on my 40 weeks mark and not on my 37. So far, I am feeling great.I don't get impatient because I feel like this pregnancy has gone by fast.If anything,I feel like I need more time to prepare for this baby. I was at my doctors appointment 2 weeks ago,and my doctor said that after my January check up they are going to start seeing me every 2 weeks. And I think it was only that time that it finally dawned one me.This is real,this baby is coming.And I only have a few months to wait. I think after that appointment I started to really pay attention into the little girly stuff that I see in the stores. I finally thought of getting a stroller. My minds are in constant thinking of the things I need, to be ready for this little peanut. I am beginning to get excited every time I see little tiny dresses,shoes,and bows. I am having a girl.And I am freaking excited. I don't know what to expect because Darren was a very good baby. And I feel like I only know how to take care of a baby boy.I heard they are way easier to handle. &amp;nbsp;But I know that no matter what, this baby is going to be a perfect addition to our family. This girl is going to be my other best friend. I am excited to get to know her,and see if she is going to be the little version of myself. Cause Darren for sure is a mini version of my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am looking forward to hold this little bundle of joy. I cannot wait for our family to be a family of four. I love being a mother. Indeed,it is a great responsibility to take care of another human being. But it sure is rewarding. I think this is my purpose in life to raise my children and be a mother to them. I think that parenting is a whole new different department.I feel like Motherhood speaks of unconditional love,undying service,and selfless act. While parenting on the other hand seems to be a lot harder. At least for me.It consists of disciplining,training,routine and all other technical stuff when it comes to caring for a child. And the task can be so overwhelming especially when the little one is having a meltdown, and your expectation is not met, or the kid is sick. But at the end of the day after all the fun little adventure,crying moments,time outs,play time and laughter,and when the child/children are tucked in bed.And you know that they are healthy and happy.Being a mother and a parent is probably the greatest consolation in life.Their happiness is your happiness.And it feels so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always pray for my family.They mean everything to me.I always have a prayer in my heart, a constant plea to my Maker on how I need His help in every step of the way of being a mother and being a wife. I pray for my children's health and happiness and so as my husband. This is the prayer of my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this quote that my brother sent on my email. This year is a year for me to be a lot better,one day at a time. And with all the concerns,hope and prayers.It is my ultimate goal to be fully submissive to HIS will,and learn to recognize His hands every step of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;“The submission of one’s will is really the only uniquely personal thing we have to place on God’s altar. It is a hard doctrine, but it is true. The many other things we give to God, however nice that may be of us, are actually things He has already given us, and he has loaned them to us. But when we begin to submit ourselves by letting our wills be swallowed up in God’s will, then we are really giving something to Him.” Elder Neal A. Maxwell (“Insights from My Life,” Ensign, Aug. 2000, 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrtbBa2V08/Tw4IOh83rYI/AAAAAAAACTU/O6v8wZgBvi4/s1600/100_1936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrtbBa2V08/Tw4IOh83rYI/AAAAAAAACTU/O6v8wZgBvi4/s640/100_1936.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeamWv8B4w4/Tw4IRO7_bpI/AAAAAAAACTc/QDRMWU5ufgg/s1600/100_1938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeamWv8B4w4/Tw4IRO7_bpI/AAAAAAAACTc/QDRMWU5ufgg/s640/100_1938.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Have a good day everyone!&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/7975596491087411939-7929926295594515171?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7929926295594515171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7929926295594515171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7929926295594515171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7929926295594515171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-thoughts-for-today.html' title='My thoughts for today'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrtbBa2V08/Tw4IOh83rYI/AAAAAAAACTU/O6v8wZgBvi4/s72-c/100_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1875070464071466088</id><published>2011-12-20T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:01:15.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cute Christmas Tree are all decorated and lit up since the first week of December. Christmas really is my favorite time of the year.I love the gold and red combination on my tree and just plain white lights to lit &amp;nbsp;the tree and make it more beautiful. Perfect.I love it! I can just stare at it for sometime while I listen to some Christmas music on the background. I am feeling great.I cannot believe that I am 27 weeks pregnant. Pregnancy has gone by way faster this time than the first. We don't really have much snow here,which makes my little Darren a little sad.Every time he look on the window he would always look for snow and would say "snnoooww...noooowww"? He seems to be way better in coping with the change of environment than me. He is already looking for snow,while me on the other hand is dreading it. Now, we finally have almost all the gifts wrapped and put under the tree.I can breath.I am finally stress free. I mean really, isn't Christmas supposed to be a fun time?But as you get older, and you have more responsibility,most especially when you become a parent,holidays such as this can be kind of stressful.hah!Who would have thought,right?But no I am not spoiling my child he'll get some gifts but it won't be&amp;nbsp;ridiculously&amp;nbsp;much.Why?because I still believe that moderation is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am excited for the Holidays Nathan's siblings are all going to be in town or least most of them.It will be fun. Darren will get play with his cousins. I finally put up some pictures on the wall of our living room.I love it! Nate actually gets home a little early now than the past few weeks when he had stay really late for some projects that needs to get done. Christmas makes me happy, I get so occupied with excitement of the Holiday season.I could careless about the world and whatever is going on. Yeah,I still watch the news and I feel sad whenever I hear some tragic incident. But I guess, it won't really hit you hard until you know someone who has gotten really affected by it. Well two days ago as I was getting ready for bed and Nate was checking his facebook,and reading the news online. He couldn't believe what he saw.He told me that he didn't realize that one of his area from the mission got badly affected by the Typhoon in the Philippines. He did more research talked to some people he knows.Half hour later it was confirmed his converts the Unabia family who have been really close to him got affected by it.He called Sister Unabia and he found out that they woke up Saturday morning fearing for their lives. Their first floor sunk in the muddy water.They had no choice but to stay on the roof of their house praying intently for their lives to be spared. We couldn't believe it. Why now?Tragedy just before the most awaited holiday. Nate and I talked and decided that we need to help them. And we did.We felt good inside.Yeah money doesn't come easy but we felt that we are put in a position to help.Maybe they are our special family this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed that night thanking my Maker for all the many blessings that we have.I thanked HIM for our jobs,the roof over our heads, our health and so many more. I think I had a change of heart. It really humbled me. Isn't Christmas all about love,giving,&amp;nbsp;humility&amp;nbsp;and just being pure grateful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all, Christmas is about Christ,that little boy who was born in a manger,who later on gave his life for all of us. The incident was such a good reminder of what I really need to be focus on during this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZuW2Odg40dM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I would still be excited.And Christmas would definitely be fun this year.But I won't forget to contemplate and think of the true meaning of it,and how it affects my life.&amp;nbsp;Tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1875070464071466088?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1875070464071466088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1875070464071466088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1875070464071466088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1875070464071466088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-cute-christmas-tree-are-all.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZuW2Odg40dM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8305567822555416046</id><published>2011-12-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:36:45.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday little guy!</title><content type='html'>&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;I have been really lazy.Pregnancy,mommyhood,wifely duty,work etc took over my life. But today is a special day and it's worth taking sometime. 2 years ago I gave birth to a little boy. And as cliche as it may sound,time really does fly way too fast. I still can remember the tiny little creature.The little baby that I was trying to get to know day in and day out.I was trying to figure out how to be a mother while getting to know a newborn.&amp;nbsp;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaQgBaFMMPg/TuvDwITEzUI/AAAAAAAACTE/HBJQNVqSXtc/s1600/IMG_2340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaQgBaFMMPg/TuvDwITEzUI/AAAAAAAACTE/HBJQNVqSXtc/s640/IMG_2340.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as years passed I really fell in love to that baby. And now the baby has turned into a crazy fun little boy that is just full of energy and full of personality. A little boy that made a huge CHANGE in my life.And that I couldn't live without,literally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXxojr6bGhE/TuvDg_KRv9I/AAAAAAAACSs/dcNVVVc8q1M/s1600/100_1837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXxojr6bGhE/TuvDg_KRv9I/AAAAAAAACSs/dcNVVVc8q1M/s640/100_1837.JPG" width="579" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P25QgBvna_8/TuvDfNpOozI/AAAAAAAACSk/LWD_i0pTeiM/s1600/100_1827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P25QgBvna_8/TuvDfNpOozI/AAAAAAAACSk/LWD_i0pTeiM/s1600/100_1827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I put him down for a nap.I decided to read him this book. I just got it from the mail yesterday,just in time for his birthday. I read it for the first time last night.It made me wept for a little bit.I don't know if it's the pregnancy or this book just made kind of think and imagine myself and Darren down the road. I love it so much. I highly recommend it. Darren listened to me intently. Oh it was one of those moment that is just good to remember and stays in your heart for a very long time. In his little mind he understands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PJt0RXrwPc/TuvFcC5fFYI/AAAAAAAACTM/qccmmjUYDZ4/s1600/LoveYouForever.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PJt0RXrwPc/TuvFcC5fFYI/AAAAAAAACTM/qccmmjUYDZ4/s320/LoveYouForever.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my Darren boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby you'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(from the book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g52BUkJzw8Q/TuvDish7A6I/AAAAAAAACS8/qzclwZviXJE/s1600/100_1843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g52BUkJzw8Q/TuvDish7A6I/AAAAAAAACS8/qzclwZviXJE/s640/100_1843.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYX5dlTz5dQ/TuvDhiCNsXI/AAAAAAAACS0/XqybO8_J1vs/s1600/100_1841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYX5dlTz5dQ/TuvDhiCNsXI/AAAAAAAACS0/XqybO8_J1vs/s640/100_1841.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MAN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8305567822555416046?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8305567822555416046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8305567822555416046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8305567822555416046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8305567822555416046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-little-guy.html' title='Happy birthday little guy!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaQgBaFMMPg/TuvDwITEzUI/AAAAAAAACTE/HBJQNVqSXtc/s72-c/IMG_2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8663369994960539654</id><published>2011-11-12T20:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:38:59.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Books and some other thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is getting really cold here in Utah.But oh my goodness Fall is such a beautiful season.I love seeing the different colors of the leaves on the trees some are red,some are orange and some brown. I love driving and seeing the mountain getting covered with snow.Oh this place is so beautiful this time of the year. I am still getting used to the cold weather.This is the coldest I have ever been and it is just starting. With that being said,I think I am going to hibernate for a little while.And enjoy my hot chocolate while I immerse myself again in reading. Of course, I still would do my wifely and motherly duty.That is definitely a priority of mine. But you see,when I get sometime for myself and since most days will be spent inside my home, I figured books will be a good company besides my hubby and baby. This will keep my mind occupied so I won't feel depress in this coming bitter cold winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently reading this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSsMIGErhSQ/Tr9Cq2kWDEI/AAAAAAAACRQ/3Pd2Ui_af5E/s1600/saving-world-julia-alvarez-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMrK2LHMzWI/Tr9CrN-fMpI/AAAAAAAACRY/qLQxuebksU4/s400/scarlet-pimpernel-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674327365763674770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is next on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSsMIGErhSQ/Tr9Cq2kWDEI/AAAAAAAACRQ/3Pd2Ui_af5E/s400/saving-world-julia-alvarez-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674327359480007746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am hoping to finally borrow this book from the local library.I started reading this book 3 summers ago but I didn't get to finish it . And so I am ready to start reading it again.And hopefully to finish it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg8wGWoFkqk/Tr9Cq7ilwFI/AAAAAAAACRI/-UFWExhMVEw/s1600/tree_grows_in_brooklyn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg8wGWoFkqk/Tr9Cq7ilwFI/AAAAAAAACRI/-UFWExhMVEw/s400/tree_grows_in_brooklyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674327360814825554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited for the holidays.Our first Thanksgiving in Utah.And me and Darren's first white Christmas. I am actually listening to some Christmas music at the moment. I cannot wait to buy our Christmas tree and put it up.Oh Darren will be so excited to pull the ornaments. But really I think he will get it. I want him to have a happy Christmas. This Holiday will be so special.I know it. There is something about Thanksgiving and Christmas.It makes my heart happy. It makes me feel  a lot more grateful. I think the season has a very good effect on people. You know what I mean, don't we all just want to be more grateful, more kind and more loving? The spirit of the season is just special.It warms my heart and keeps me grounded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren is almost 2 years old.Can you believe it? I love him everyday. He is a good kid. He test my patience every single day.And sometimes I can just feel my heart rising. But I pray everyday for some patience. I pray hard to be the mother that I can be for him.Parenting is not easy at all. But overall he makes me happy.And he makes all the hard days worth it. Nate and I cannot believe how our little fragile baby is now becoming more like a little person,with a lot more personality.And can definitely make some decisions of his own. I cannot wait for him to meet his sister. Only a few more months.I am half way there.And I am feeling great,besides having heartburn at night. Oh the joy of pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course there is my hubby,who spoils me everyday. I love the weekend, he always let me sleep in.He even made me breakfast.He also did a lot of work in the house today. And to think that he is also busy with work during weekdays.What would I do without him,seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I am off to some more ready. Happy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8663369994960539654?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8663369994960539654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8663369994960539654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8663369994960539654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8663369994960539654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/books-and-some-other-thoughts_12.html' title='Books and some other thoughts.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMrK2LHMzWI/Tr9CrN-fMpI/AAAAAAAACRY/qLQxuebksU4/s72-c/scarlet-pimpernel-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-935008180665689305</id><published>2011-11-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:27:03.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>P.I trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are back from our short trip to my beloved Philippines. A very much needed vacation. Darren got spoiled rotten,seriously. In total we have spent almost 34 hours on the plane not including the long lay overs. Darren did awesome on the 31 hours that we have spent on the plane.He only got restless and crazy the last two hours of our flight from HI TO LAS. How did I get so lucky?He is such a trooper.Maybe because he got so used to travelling so much.We have moved and traveled a lot in his almost 2 yrs of life. I tried giving him Benadryl when he woke up at 3am our first night. I really wanted him to be well rested because we have a long day ahead. Well the meds didn't work.They boy got super hyper active. Which is really not a big deal,I have to get ready for the wedding early anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured that Darren doesn't really need remedy medicine for jetlag and sleep problem,he just good in adapting and coping,I guess. And I hope this baby girl will be just like her big brother.  Our time in the Philippines was really short but before I left I said a prayer.I do believe in prayers.like a lot, whether it is a small kine.I asked that our time in the Philippines would feel like every minute counts and I asked for the hours to slow down a bit,so that my parents and family can enjoy Darren more. And I think the Lord did just that. He did answer my prayer. We really did not waste any time. We had a blast,there were tender moments,like when my sister got sealed and finally married. And up to the very last moment when we are bidding goodbye,it was still memorable.My mother cried she did not want to let go of Darren.Darren was asleep on her shoulder.I cried,too.It broke my heart.I know my Mother wanted to enjoy her first grandson more. How I wish she could come visit us,I hope that they could finally grant her a visa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway no more sad notes.Here are some of the pictures from our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUGK6ctriZs/Trhh-UOu2BI/AAAAAAAACQ8/q_WaAIoV3bo/s1600/100_1718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUGK6ctriZs/Trhh-UOu2BI/AAAAAAAACQ8/q_WaAIoV3bo/s400/100_1718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672391453883422738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCRpfb56cZ8/Trhh9zkmLVI/AAAAAAAACQw/x_1W-NYxKoI/s1600/100_1731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCRpfb56cZ8/Trhh9zkmLVI/AAAAAAAACQw/x_1W-NYxKoI/s400/100_1731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672391445116759378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA9A5iLpfAU/Trhh9kcwytI/AAAAAAAACQk/xIgNKK42Wv0/s1600/300952_10150357614188040_690858039_8341138_2128660556_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA9A5iLpfAU/Trhh9kcwytI/AAAAAAAACQk/xIgNKK42Wv0/s400/300952_10150357614188040_690858039_8341138_2128660556_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672391441057368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFToiv0qs4Q/Trhhlf4Jn4I/AAAAAAAACQU/tIFiDySweJM/s1600/391663_10150357923593040_690858039_8343054_912706915_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFToiv0qs4Q/Trhhlf4Jn4I/AAAAAAAACQU/tIFiDySweJM/s400/391663_10150357923593040_690858039_8343054_912706915_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672391027513204610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2nqAAjfgJk/Trhhjp_E1AI/AAAAAAAACQM/wL_XLbOe_Pc/s1600/304089_10150357612903040_690858039_8341111_1438201218_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2nqAAjfgJk/Trhhjp_E1AI/AAAAAAAACQM/wL_XLbOe_Pc/s400/304089_10150357612903040_690858039_8341111_1438201218_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390995866866690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC9zVswYcn4/Trhhjdi4b6I/AAAAAAAACP4/eZf24G_UVRc/s1600/301087_10150357606473040_690858039_8341071_499180560_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC9zVswYcn4/Trhhjdi4b6I/AAAAAAAACP4/eZf24G_UVRc/s400/301087_10150357606473040_690858039_8341071_499180560_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390992527388578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ColOmwSG6LE/Trhhi6EGzUI/AAAAAAAACPw/V68p-DSnlpw/s1600/308445_2106175733603_1221828787_31756674_74862798_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ColOmwSG6LE/Trhhi6EGzUI/AAAAAAAACPw/V68p-DSnlpw/s400/308445_2106175733603_1221828787_31756674_74862798_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390983003065666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---iLdk_Tm_c/TrhhiwH8WbI/AAAAAAAACPk/eaxAhuN8F_U/s1600/310292_10150358004693040_690858039_8343724_1536505997_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---iLdk_Tm_c/TrhhiwH8WbI/AAAAAAAACPk/eaxAhuN8F_U/s400/310292_10150358004693040_690858039_8343724_1536505997_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390980334803378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyciJlP_itI/Trhg8v8UZNI/AAAAAAAACPU/fxpFWAv8j-A/s1600/390307_10150358006608040_690858039_8343753_1859798322_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyciJlP_itI/Trhg8v8UZNI/AAAAAAAACPU/fxpFWAv8j-A/s400/390307_10150358006608040_690858039_8343753_1859798322_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390327451018450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C13A0iIXDAU/Trhg7nLkf7I/AAAAAAAACPM/FXOwm445iRc/s1600/313667_2401046640055_1667744116_2438930_780076492_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C13A0iIXDAU/Trhg7nLkf7I/AAAAAAAACPM/FXOwm445iRc/s400/313667_2401046640055_1667744116_2438930_780076492_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390307919200178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-wT2NrCoHY/Trhg7bNWX0I/AAAAAAAACO8/0YQS-JpUUTU/s1600/381419_2401047360073_1667744116_2438931_223807005_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-wT2NrCoHY/Trhg7bNWX0I/AAAAAAAACO8/0YQS-JpUUTU/s400/381419_2401047360073_1667744116_2438931_223807005_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390304705437506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jMJnDfv_yc/Trhg5KJLPPI/AAAAAAAACO0/dUMs-GqJkUE/s1600/375987_10150357684828040_690858039_8341674_304690580_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jMJnDfv_yc/Trhg5KJLPPI/AAAAAAAACO0/dUMs-GqJkUE/s400/375987_10150357684828040_690858039_8341674_304690580_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390265764789490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I wish that my youngest brother was there. I cannot wait to have a picture of all of us siblings, just like the old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-do_3e9nty60/Trhg5ND4YEI/AAAAAAAACOk/iJkEzt4KjWA/s1600/382055_10150357685183040_690858039_8341677_203465295_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-do_3e9nty60/Trhg5ND4YEI/AAAAAAAACOk/iJkEzt4KjWA/s400/382055_10150357685183040_690858039_8341677_203465295_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672390266547888194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PttCpu_jExo/TrhggAICz0I/AAAAAAAACOY/xyNkTWZfvno/s1600/383185_10150357681413040_690858039_8341640_459100279_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PttCpu_jExo/TrhggAICz0I/AAAAAAAACOY/xyNkTWZfvno/s400/383185_10150357681413040_690858039_8341640_459100279_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672389833578958658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f-C_5Sx5O8/Trhgf8KsrJI/AAAAAAAACOI/hUc3Rx_V28s/s1600/310786_10150358019693040_690858039_8343926_1051322649_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f-C_5Sx5O8/Trhgf8KsrJI/AAAAAAAACOI/hUc3Rx_V28s/s400/310786_10150358019693040_690858039_8343926_1051322649_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672389832516349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HPooe5iAh4/TrhgftnQEQI/AAAAAAAACOA/WyvnHSK9syY/s1600/313673_10150358024118040_690858039_8343954_240346018_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HPooe5iAh4/TrhgftnQEQI/AAAAAAAACOA/WyvnHSK9syY/s400/313673_10150358024118040_690858039_8343954_240346018_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672389828609577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNNkxcwbZs/TrhgfZA0UKI/AAAAAAAACN0/7q1SacZLO6A/s1600/375863_10150358020453040_690858039_8343934_796432375_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNNkxcwbZs/TrhgfZA0UKI/AAAAAAAACN0/7q1SacZLO6A/s400/375863_10150358020453040_690858039_8343934_796432375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672389823079665826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture of Darren above kills me.He was so very happy to play with that little chick. I wish I could capture more pictures of him smiling like that.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZi-V6XeNpM/TrhgfEOJ5iI/AAAAAAAACNo/ZDhZw8z3RMQ/s1600/383148_10150358015123040_690858039_8343872_606527894_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZi-V6XeNpM/TrhgfEOJ5iI/AAAAAAAACNo/ZDhZw8z3RMQ/s400/383148_10150358015123040_690858039_8343872_606527894_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672389817498461730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-935008180665689305?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/935008180665689305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=935008180665689305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/935008180665689305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/935008180665689305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/pi-trip.html' title='P.I trip!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUGK6ctriZs/Trhh-UOu2BI/AAAAAAAACQ8/q_WaAIoV3bo/s72-c/100_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8543791218366874118</id><published>2011-10-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:08:22.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Weekend+family=fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FK4_XY5bf8/TqTxHCrffyI/AAAAAAAACL4/l7zfVxxDJaU/s1600/100_1714.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FK4_XY5bf8/TqTxHCrffyI/AAAAAAAACL4/l7zfVxxDJaU/s400/100_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666919334419595042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaYG1gk8DgI/TqTw-2eVToI/AAAAAAAACLs/dFGfwn2EXFU/s1600/100_1713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaYG1gk8DgI/TqTw-2eVToI/AAAAAAAACLs/dFGfwn2EXFU/s400/100_1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666919193704222338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep this boy got a hair cut,his second time actually.He was a little freaked out the first few minutes but he did very well for the most part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun weekend. We went to the BYU GAME as a family.It was fun.BYU won which made my dear husband really happy.Darren was a trooper. We were at the shuttle going to the game and when he saw the stadium he stood up and was saying "foooo-bbaaaall,ffooooo-bbaaalll" we got a good laughed out of it. This boy is so into football just like his father.And Nathan is a proud Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we're off to the Philippines for a week well more like 5 days for my sister's wedding.And finally I am feeling pretty excited. I will definitely pig out and eat all the foods that I am craving for.I cannot wait to see my me familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a good Sunday.My Primary kids were a little rowdy but we managed to finish the lesson and we were happy. We drove up to the Canyon after nap time.Let me tell you the view was magnificent.It was a picture perfect.I love fall and the colors of nature that this season brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I hope you all had a good weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8543791218366874118?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8543791218366874118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8543791218366874118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8543791218366874118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8543791218366874118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekendfamilyfun.html' title='Weekend+family=fun'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FK4_XY5bf8/TqTxHCrffyI/AAAAAAAACL4/l7zfVxxDJaU/s72-c/100_1714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5394163595054948174</id><published>2011-10-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:31:13.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuHkH3fWUSk/TqHxU_YGnXI/AAAAAAAACLU/vAhTrbaAAf4/s1600/0013_Edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuHkH3fWUSk/TqHxU_YGnXI/AAAAAAAACLU/vAhTrbaAAf4/s400/0013_Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666075149121002866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the Distribution Center to buy a Temple dress for my sister.The lady was nice enough to helped me out and assisted me in finding the perfect dress.She kept on telling me  how good of a sister I am.Let's just say that it was kind of an emotional moment for me. I was holding back the tears until it finally came out,luckily I was already in the car.I don't know maybe it's the pregnancy hormones,but I just had this overwhelming feeling. A good feeling though a little sad. Suddenly my thoughts took me back 3.5 years ago,when I was about to get married. It was probably one of the most stressful,joyful and probably one of the saddest day of my existence. Stressful and I bet all of you would understand why.Preparing a wedding in the middle of finals,moving out from an old dorm and preparing to moved into the east of the United States.I thought I was going to pass out the day before my wedding, I was tired,exhausted,hungry and just wasn't myself I guess. But I was good in hiding most of that emotions.I held myself and did what I had to do.Because I needed to be strong,I can't fall apart nor I can't let anything ruin the most important thing that is about to take place in my life.I was excited and overjoyed.I finally found the man for me. I was thrilled and a little anxious.I know that marriage is not going to be easy. But I have the faith,and I was willing to take the risk. And the best of all I gave my heart to a person who is so ever willing to give himself to me.A man whom I know will be with me no matter what for the rest of eternity.I was lonely,cause my parents weren't there.I still wish they were there up to this very moment.I must admit I was jealous looking at other brides with their parents. It wasn't a bad envy feeling at all.I was happy for them, but I felt that it was kind of unfair for me. I was aching for my parents,longing for them and I felt that I desperately needed them at that moment. The ceremony was short and sweet.I can still remember so vividly,the most peaceful feeling. I was assured.I felt my parents presence inside the room.I don't know how,but I felt complete.I felt it so strongly,that it's just seem to be a great manifestation that what I did was right.And the overwhelming love and support of friends and family whether they were present in the room or not,was deeply felt.And I was humbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CueFwGR4hZs/TqHxVI69KUI/AAAAAAAACLk/9VTz0A8q0IE/s400/294156_10150304037566631_564616630_8342910_1587384082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666075151683103042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today as every one of my family is busy preparing for the wedding.I am here thinking,wondering,waiting patiently for the day to arrive so I can finally see my dear sister.Tell her how happy I am for her. Waiting to show her that her older sister is there to support her.She is my best friend since the day she was born. We were like twins.And I just love her.  Only a few more days away. Last night Nate and I had a pretty good talk.I wanted to sleep, I was tired.But it was one of those tender moments.Again, I was assured that I was really never alone after all. Since the day I  said yes,it seems that it has always been a defining moment for me and my husband. It was me and him 3.5 years ago.And it is still me and him now. We had a miscarriage,and he never left my side.We had our first born,and we managed to do it with not very much support. I have managed to not be depress,because Nathan has been a great support.And to me having him was more than enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of circumstances things doesn't really always work out the way I wanted it to to be. I feel like my number one challenge is the circumstances. It is is really not the people, but it is mostly the circumstances. Looking back, I was probably frustrated and deeply confused. But then as time goes by I learned to just actually accept the unfortunate circumstances of life. And always just look for the good that comes out from the situation.It was never easy,and it never will be. I am pretty sure that in the future I will always find myself trying to overcome the unfortunate circumstances. I would probably have a pity party for a day, it will probably bug me for as long as I could bear it. But really, there are so many good things that had happened in my life.And there are still little miracles that keeps on happening every single day. So I will just keep on moving forward,looking upward and keep on enjoying the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of every day I still feel pretty lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-5394163595054948174?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5394163595054948174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5394163595054948174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5394163595054948174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5394163595054948174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-my-head.html' title='In my head.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuHkH3fWUSk/TqHxU_YGnXI/AAAAAAAACLU/vAhTrbaAAf4/s72-c/0013_Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5480566433275616788</id><published>2011-10-11T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:08:26.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girl'/><title type='text'>Drum roll please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg9PHjwAsRk/TpS77jPWCSI/AAAAAAAACKk/qm5-BaQ6pQ4/s1600/Aaliyah5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg9PHjwAsRk/TpS77jPWCSI/AAAAAAAACKk/qm5-BaQ6pQ4/s400/Aaliyah5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662357263257831714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiZuDmXQV2E/TpS77baax6I/AAAAAAAACKc/1efRWK4HmNg/s1600/Aaliyah4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiZuDmXQV2E/TpS77baax6I/AAAAAAAACKc/1efRWK4HmNg/s400/Aaliyah4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662357261156796322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ1HrfY_ISk/TpS76--vNrI/AAAAAAAACKU/02WR-P-uBQI/s1600/Aaliyah3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ1HrfY_ISk/TpS76--vNrI/AAAAAAAACKU/02WR-P-uBQI/s400/Aaliyah3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662357253524502194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP2VsU-7p8g/TpS76vSMNBI/AAAAAAAACKA/MqCRVjJgkX4/s1600/Aaliyah2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP2VsU-7p8g/TpS76vSMNBI/AAAAAAAACKA/MqCRVjJgkX4/s400/Aaliyah2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662357249311126546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7pC8Pd32VU/TpS76oZxwjI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Np_mEq-FlrA/s1600/Aaliyah1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7pC8Pd32VU/TpS76oZxwjI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Np_mEq-FlrA/s400/Aaliyah1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662357247463899698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are having a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We are so thrilled!Nate says this girl should a big cuddle bug. Oh this girl is going to be so loved just like her brother. I knew it all a long. Honestly,since I found out that I am pregnant I have this distinct feeling that this baby is going to be a girl. It's kindah weird because with Darren I had no idea that he was going to be a boy. I can't wait to meet her.My heart is so full, I literally could burst,right about now. The timing and everything is just right.She belongs to our family,and she is my little girl. I have a feeling that we're going to be the best of friends. Darren is going to be her protector. And Nate oh she's going to be the apple of his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-5480566433275616788?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5480566433275616788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5480566433275616788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5480566433275616788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5480566433275616788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg9PHjwAsRk/TpS77jPWCSI/AAAAAAAACKk/qm5-BaQ6pQ4/s72-c/Aaliyah5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4607699031672097500</id><published>2011-10-09T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:24:25.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>JUMP ON IT/BYU FOOTBALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfcOCl9tauM/TpJIGrDbALI/AAAAAAAACJg/j1V1KDfIXd8/s1600/100_1655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it is starting to get really chilly. Darren hates it,he hates to be bundle up, he hates his jacket.I wouldn't blame him,he is used to being naked all the time,and now he has to put on this heavy coat just to keep himself warm. Wednesday and Thursday of last week were pretty hard for both of us. Darren was whining and crying cause he wanted to be outside,but the weather was ridiculously cold than what we were used to,so I refused. It was hard, but we managed.I have been trying to think of ways and ideas to keep this little man occupied while we are stuck at home.Any suggestions? Oh this is going to be a long dreaded winter. I keep on telling myself that I will try to look on the brighter side,though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun Saturday though. I told myself that I am not letting my day to be boring.After nap time we went to JUMP ON IT in Lindon. Darren loves bouncing and jumping up and down.It was a very good idea to get his energy out. We asked Nate's brother to watched Darren while we went on a date.Nate took me on my first BYU game on a 40 degree weather.I know,crazy right?We had fun though, and it wasn't bad at all.It was actually a fun experience.I made Nate really happy because I finally went with him to a game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My work is starting to get really slow,which I am really happy about. I have more time at home.I can finally catch up on my laundry, and keeping my house in order. I have been trying some new fall recipes as well.I made some taco soup over the weekend and it was a hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to find out the gender of this baby in 2 hrs.I am really excited,I cannot wait. Oh and I get to go home in 2 weeks. It will only be for 5 days because I cannot really have a long vacation.But at least I get to eat the foods that I am craving for. I get to attend my sister's wedding.And I get to be with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October has been a really good and exciting month for us. I am excited for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Update soon about baby number 2 coming up really soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-4607699031672097500?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4607699031672097500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4607699031672097500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4607699031672097500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4607699031672097500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/10/jump-on-itbyu-football.html' title='JUMP ON IT/BYU FOOTBALL!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfcOCl9tauM/TpJIGrDbALI/AAAAAAAACJg/j1V1KDfIXd8/s72-c/100_1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-957846469564160605</id><published>2011-09-30T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:20:09.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXZ1beOEGso/ToaEXfSxNGI/AAAAAAAACI4/g3IoJcf0v1w/s1600/307177_10100158787974599_17826081_43867752_747859556_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXZ1beOEGso/ToaEXfSxNGI/AAAAAAAACI4/g3IoJcf0v1w/s400/307177_10100158787974599_17826081_43867752_747859556_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658355520909685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hello!I am still alive. I am all alone.My boys are watching the BYU game at the stadium. Darren is so in love with BYU just like his Daddy. I could not believe it.He knows touch down and first down.He had his first BYU game last week.It went pretty well and so he get to go with his Dad again.My life is still going great.Everyday, I am so grateful for the life that I have been given.My boys make me happy,everyday. Darren is full of energy.He is growing like a weed. This boy is talking so much more now,a very smart kid,I tell you.He is very strong willed.Sometimes,I just want to scream,or stay in the closet and never have to deal with the meltdown.It's the terrible twos,and it's getting worse. But, there are still those good moments,that I would never ever want to erase in my memory. I just keep on telling myself that this little person that I am raising has a very strong and good spirit inside him. And now matter how chaotic our days may be at times,it is worth it. Darren is worth it. And I am so lucky to be his mother,to be able to have this responsibility of raising him,and to make sure that he learns what he needs to learn in order to be a good person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; For weeks now this boy has been climbing out of his pack and play. Our wake up call is him knocking on his door.Some days, we would open the door and we would see him laying on the floor with his pillow and his blanket.It is actually pretty funny to see.Yesterday, we finally let go of the pack and play and let him sleep on a bed. I bought a twin sized bed that is just as tall as a toddler bed. I was so excited, but part of me was kind of sad. It's like hey my baby is not really a baby anymore,he is a big boy now. Oh how time flies so very fast. He did so good,though.He slept well and through the night like usual. Nap time was a bliss as always.Oh how lucky I am to have such a good sleeper.  I hope I don't jinks it. He loves to be my little helper. I love that he can actually understand and follow instructions. I feel like this is also the time to actually teach him how to be responsible in his own little way,you know what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren is going to be such a good big brother.He loves babies. He would give them kisses,and would cuddle with them. At times, he still gets pretty jealous. Now, I can actually picture myself with him and another baby. I am excited for this baby to come and join our little family. When I was pregnant with Darren, I was scared and paranoid up to the very last moment. Miscarriage was a hard thing to go through. I didn't realize how it actually affected my pregnancy with Darren. And so when I had him, I was just in awe.I was so relieved that it was done. He is finally here with me,and I finally got to meet him. This time around, all I feel is excitement,and hope, and just pure joy. I always pray for this baby to be healthy. I still strongly believe that God is in control.I  am really,truly, and deeply giving my trust in him. Being pregnant is such a miraculous thing, I know that for sure. I don't own my body.I feel like this baby is the boss. And let me tell you I do hate the discomfort.I hate getting up to pee 3 to 4 times a night. I am not one of those lucky moms,that doesn't get sick and their pregnancy is just a bliss. But it is all good. I just tell myself that this a good thing. I am a mother and this how things should be.And I am willing to embrace it, the body change, the discomfort,and all the other things that comes with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and did I ever tell you,how happy I am to be married to my best friend. I am so proud of him and all of his accomplishments at work. He is so good to me.Darren idolize him,he thinks his Dad is the B.O.M.B, and that's how it should be,right? I am pretty sure that dealing with a pregnant woman who has a lot of mood swings can be pretty challenging.But he is a trooper,he is so patient and so kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is here.I actually love the colors of the fall. I love that we actually live in a place where there are four seasons. I know I am going to be dreading the winter. But oh my gosh I cannot help myself but get excited for the Holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I gotta go. I have to pick my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps:  I promise to put up a lot more pictures.My blog seems quite boring without pictures,don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and we find out the gender in 10days.Any guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-957846469564160605?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/957846469564160605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=957846469564160605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/957846469564160605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/957846469564160605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-helloi-am-still-alive_30.html' title=''/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXZ1beOEGso/ToaEXfSxNGI/AAAAAAAACI4/g3IoJcf0v1w/s72-c/307177_10100158787974599_17826081_43867752_747859556_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7281394869569833570</id><published>2011-09-09T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:54:38.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddjg75pnLXQ/TmqJ761of3I/AAAAAAAACIw/EC4tHllZRcc/s1600/pregnancyannouncment.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddjg75pnLXQ/TmqJ761of3I/AAAAAAAACIw/EC4tHllZRcc/s400/pregnancyannouncment.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650480344989204338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Baby number 2 due March 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to be back in blogging pretty soon. I have a lot of thoughts but due to the daily demands of life, blogging has taken the back seat while I take care of my number one priority,my family. Plus work and all the other stuff. But yes, this one is definitely a good news and worth a few minutes of my time to blog. We are thrilled. Morning sickness is definitely worth it, if I get to have another monkey running around,filling my household with laughter and joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-7281394869569833570?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7281394869569833570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7281394869569833570' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7281394869569833570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7281394869569833570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes_09.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddjg75pnLXQ/TmqJ761of3I/AAAAAAAACIw/EC4tHllZRcc/s72-c/pregnancyannouncment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8457530123722925290</id><published>2011-08-08T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:53:17.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New place,new job everything else are the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYLjgHQcEM8/TkRNEUDA3YI/AAAAAAAACIc/0RhsEed0oVc/s1600/100_1567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYLjgHQcEM8/TkRNEUDA3YI/AAAAAAAACIc/0RhsEed0oVc/s400/100_1567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639717369870867842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still alive.We moved,I started my job.Life is busy and crazy.Sometimes I just wanted to pause,other times I wish that the day is over so I can get my rest and sleep. I don't have much free time like I used to. I wish I could get it back.Maybe not. This is is probably the first time in a matter of weeks where I am able to sit on the computer and for at least a few minutes have  no interruption. Wait, there might be in a few minutes or so. So, I will try my best to at least soak up my free time,and enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The change has been quite challenging,mostly on Darrens.Darren is used to being with my 24/7 except when he is asleep. Now that I have to work.Kids get into the rotation between the four of us (managers). He is still adjusting and getting used to having others watch him while I tackle my duty. One night,I cried myself to sleep feeling really sad for my little guy. Now,I think I somewhat feel the sacrifice of those other working mothers who needs to be away from their chickens while they earn money for a living. My job is not that bad though.I am away for at least 4 hours max some days while he plays with the other kids. At least,I don't have to put him on daycare.And I get to have him for the rest of the day.And with that,I feel lucky. Also, I feel like in a way it will be good for Darren to spend time with the other kids,and be a lot more social. Yah know,enjoy the opportunity of being a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daily life has been too crazy lately that I don't even remember the last time I pause and contemplate. Sad,because I've had a lot of those moments.I needed those moments. It rejuvenates me,it gives me a sense of peace.I think I am  able to find time to get those quite moment back little by little since I am getting more used to my routine. This jobs did not only give us a chance to move along and have better plans in the future.It also gave me the opportunity to gain friends and get to know those other 3 Moms that I truly adore. That makes life in this place a lot easier for me. Friends really makes life a lot more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren is growing way too fast.He is smart and he knows it.He is continuously learning and growing and showing new tricks everyday. I love it when he tries to copy in his own words what I say whenever we pray.I love the fact that he folds his arms and say the word "Amen" at the end. In his little body and little mind,he knows that we pray cause we have faith, that the Lord will hear answer our prayers. He is my great motivator to be on time for church and not miss the sacrament.He always look forward in partaking  the Sacrament.He will get one small piece of bread,and would wait patiently for the sacrament water.My favorite is when he put the cup back into the tray. That simple gesture coming from my own child makes my heart full.I feel grateful because I know that Nate and I are not raising this child alone. We have the gospel.And when all else fails there is one strong foundation that we are holding on and that we are trying to continually build as we raise this little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good.And we are getting by and enjoying our Summer. Did I tell you I am dreading the cold season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUzTaCmbfpw/TkRNEN-wnYI/AAAAAAAACIU/v7fKfvc-hpI/s400/100_1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639717368242412930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feeling so incredibly happy to know that these two are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVfF29JnVjg/TkRND237MGI/AAAAAAAACIM/r0nkEGJZKUU/s400/100_1554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639717362039730274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8457530123722925290?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8457530123722925290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8457530123722925290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8457530123722925290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8457530123722925290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-placenew-job-everything-else-are.html' title='New place,new job everything else are the same.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYLjgHQcEM8/TkRNEUDA3YI/AAAAAAAACIc/0RhsEed0oVc/s72-c/100_1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2843327523012704778</id><published>2011-07-19T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:42:47.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN5KDJIi05c/TiXoj-RuLRI/AAAAAAAACIE/d-1u9wRJ9qE/s1600/110001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN5KDJIi05c/TiXoj-RuLRI/AAAAAAAACIE/d-1u9wRJ9qE/s400/110001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631162613807066386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKWD-962ki8/TiXojqMQ_qI/AAAAAAAACH8/IxkPhBnEEFA/s1600/105954.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKWD-962ki8/TiXojqMQ_qI/AAAAAAAACH8/IxkPhBnEEFA/s400/105954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631162608415473314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched this four kids for about 3hours this morning.A 3 yr old, 2 18 months old, and an 8 month old baby.It is my turn to watch the kids while the other Managers clean the other apartments. It was a little crazy at first, but Elmo appeared on the screen and for at least 15 minutes the picture above shows how well behaved they were.Only 15 minutes though. It wasn't  bad at all. They were all easy kids.I loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't have much thoughts lately.We are still pretty busy. Moving in 2 weeks and I haven't even pack a thing.I know I should start soon.Maybe tomorrow I will start packing little by little so the cleaning won't be too chaotic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I really have nothing else to share. Till then. Have a fabulous Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-2843327523012704778?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2843327523012704778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2843327523012704778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2843327523012704778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2843327523012704778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-morning.html' title='This morning!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN5KDJIi05c/TiXoj-RuLRI/AAAAAAAACIE/d-1u9wRJ9qE/s72-c/110001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6880585075548910319</id><published>2011-07-14T14:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:21:33.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blast from the past-thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao6V-jlXqFw/Th9hz4I0LRI/AAAAAAAACHc/RB5sll4_Uk4/s400/283095_220949104613482_100000951816720_638311_3355059_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629325603106991378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(1988)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom uploaded some old pictures on facebook. And I was glad she did. Old pictures from home bring so many memories. I cannot believe I was that baby,their first born. How did I get so lucky?I mean really, my parents are the best. I love them both oh so much. I think both of them are just perfect partners, they are each others best friend. I love being at home with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP-vDFCbZ34/Th9h2wCLyOI/AAAAAAAACHk/DcW2M8OsELg/s400/283095_220949107946815_100000951816720_638312_4180882_n.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629325652471302370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is the picture of my Dad and my younger brothers. They are only one year apart like my me and my sister.And growing up we always have matching outfits especially on Sundays when go to church. Aren't they so cute?This was taken in the old house,where we all grew up. Oh gosh there's a million memories running in my head just by looking at this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could be a kid again.Not that I don't like my present life, being a wife and a mother. Oh I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in this world. But there were times like this when I kind of think of being kid again. Yah know you wake up, you play, you laugh. Those were the innocent days. The days when the world seems so small, and yet so perfect. Those  times when I didn't care about the President of the country or current economic standing. Days when I didn't mind about my looks  inspite of being sweaty from playing all day in the sun. The days I truly enjoyed sitting on the table with parents,grandma and siblings, while enjoying our meal together,talking stories about our days. The summer when my mom would make a homemade popsicle sticks,for me and my siblings to devour and enjoy.Oh it was a little piece of heaven. The afternoons when I would play dress up and wear my mom's high heels shoes and pretend to be a teacher or something and act like an adult.Oh I was hilarious.And then there were the holidays and festivals and summer fun with the cousins. I actually have a big extended my family. My Dad is the youngest of 10, one of his sister has 14 kids, and the rest of his siblings kids were 4,6,5,2....and so on. I couldn't even keep track. But you could imagine the fun that we have growing up,getting together and playing with our cousins. Our house was full,it was chaotic but it was way too much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0TG0NWVaI/Th9nxMXKk1I/AAAAAAAACHs/MsO-_tKEaic/s400/268092_216791315029261_100000951816720_626376_373922_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629332154066047826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you find me in this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a wonderful childhood,hands down. I was raised with such awesome and loving parents. I grew up with a wonderful Grandma.I have such crazy, unique,fun and great siblings.I truly love and admire them.They have grown to be such fine young woman and young men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh what a life!don't you think this journey is such an awesome experience?I mean you get to build memories, and you get to choose what you're gonna do with it. There are people who are eternally bonded to you.I have been surrounded with such awesome people in this lifetime.And it feels so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway my thoughts are rambling.I don't really know what this is about.I guess, I just simply want to say that the Lord has blessed me with great families,wonderful memories,exciting and rewarding present,and bright future. And for that matter, I am purely overjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-6880585075548910319?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6880585075548910319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6880585075548910319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6880585075548910319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6880585075548910319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/blast-from-past-thoughts_1423.html' title='Blast from the past-thoughts'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao6V-jlXqFw/Th9hz4I0LRI/AAAAAAAACHc/RB5sll4_Uk4/s72-c/283095_220949104613482_100000951816720_638311_3355059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5131819837428572604</id><published>2011-07-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:43:37.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Oh time flies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer in Utah is way more fun than I thought. We are soaking up all the sunshine that we can get,enjoying the outdoors,playing at the pool,fireworks,fares,smores,parties here and there.And that explains my lack of post.  Also the fact that I keep on forgetting my camera whenever we go out,makes me feel lazy to blog and do some updates. But I found some pictures on facebook, so this post won't be as boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQdKhP77mzY/Th0N_IwZ3eI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZpEdar2QM-s/s400/264283_535595675709_89800957_31100239_688047_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628670487616413154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well the craziness started when Nate and I decided to drove to California for the weekend. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got off from work,came home and said let's go to CA.We stayed the night in St.George and then started the long drive and party the next day.We met some of our friends from BYU-Hawaii and hung out with them at our friend's baby's birthday party, then we met up with the Neilsens for dinner. We spent the night at my Sister-in-law's house.We enjoyed playing with the boys J and Hugh.Oh I wish they live a lot closer, Darren loves to have cousins around. Then we started our long drive home.We stopped by the Sparks in Las Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KonUSgSRLW8/Th0N_Hk8pjI/AAAAAAAACGk/tz_y5iSlKno/s400/261279_10150657402835436_776305435_19415463_3534784_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628670487299925554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost forgot, there were some crazy poopie accidents.Which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made our trip a lot more memorable.hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lois,Caleb and Lois's mom stayed with us for a week. And it was so much fun. I enjoyed having them around.And Darren finally learned to play with other kid (thanksCaleb).I wish they live a lot closer. Summer has really been meaningful because of family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQcSuuNdPrQ/Th0OdRwYTPI/AAAAAAAACG8/1d0zwMOsr28/s400/268435_2277731542404_1222207533_2920645_3931022_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628671005428305138" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ21YLGv0kI/Th0OdOLjVuI/AAAAAAAACG0/D73r2SUnfX4/s400/260448_2277675421001_1222207533_2920544_3058625_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628671004468532962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1z0EQoCAbM/Th0OdtyQDzI/AAAAAAAACHE/BVOswY9RGbo/s400/271175_2277623819711_1222207533_2920487_5339697_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628671012952346418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the long adventure in CA and having friends over.We enjoyed a lot of parties,lunch date, the parade and the fireworks during fourth of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiXVtZILYHw/Th0PG0mCHCI/AAAAAAAACHU/VtyWaObylk4/s400/269444_535617866239_89801201_31100742_2655086_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628671719154785314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now things are a little bit back to normal, but we make sure that our weekends are still fun. Nate and I are getting trained in our new job as an Apartment Manager. I love all the other managers. This job gave me some instant friends.Moms that I can relate to in a lot of ways. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are so helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTQ7tOGsMi4/Th0PGx8NAfI/AAAAAAAACHM/ACWTe_oebo8/s400/263019_535616833309_89801201_31100707_2725242_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628671718442467826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this kid.Doesn't he look like a big boy? I love those brown eyes. He is now eating like a Champ.I cannot believe it.He really eats like a big boy who has a big appetite. Though he still looks skinny,I just love the fact that I don't have a problem when  it comes to feeding him. He is still super hyper active.Nursery is a little tricky since he still somehow wants me or Nate to be in the room with him.But we are getting better.He loves loves to jump and has learned some new tricks. I love this kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you have it.A little update on our daily doings. Oh and we are moving in 2.5 weeks.Isn't it so exciting?Well I am not too excited about packing,unpacking,cleaning and reorganizing.But it's inevitable and I just have to be a big girl,and do what I have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-5131819837428572604?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5131819837428572604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5131819837428572604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5131819837428572604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5131819837428572604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-time-flies.html' title='Oh time flies!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQdKhP77mzY/Th0N_IwZ3eI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZpEdar2QM-s/s72-c/264283_535595675709_89800957_31100239_688047_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6161099152843363647</id><published>2011-06-24T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:08:21.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts-overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like blah these days. Well I take it back, I feel good.A lot of good things have been happening in my life.I couldn't thank my Heavenly Father enough. Days in my home are pretty normal, it is just that I feel like the motivation to blog doesn't come as much as I wanted to. I know I have a lot of updates and catching up to do, but let's just say that life is busy,busy but good.  I feel like I have come to aged after we moved out of Hawaii. We &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looked for a place to live, we waited for Nate to get a full time job.And then we worried about the other details, moving... furniture..etc... And then there's bills that needs to be paid and all the other things in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that I feel incredibly blessed? About a couple of weeks ago we got a call from the Apartment Manager,she asked if we are interested to apply as an Apartment Manager. We got our application done,submitted, had our interview the following day.  A couple of days passed, and Thursday I got a call from the owner.We got the job. The last week I have been training, and starting to get the feel of the job. This is the perfect job for me,I knew it. This is the job that will be good since I don't have to work all day and have Darren be taken care of by somebody else. I have an office hours and anything after that, hopefully will be manageable. I knew this will be perfect for me. I just have to keep in mind that I should be able to multi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-task. I guess what I am saying is, I should be able to be the Mother that I wanted to be for my little guy, even if there is another job that I needed to do.  This is a great blessing that came in our family. But I am now realizing that this is also a huge responsibility. I guess, I needed to be a superwoman to do all these things.But hey, other Mothers who has the same job are doing just fine, why can't I, right? I know I can do this.And I will do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and we have to move again in a month. I have come to love this little apartment of ours. I fell in love with this place, the first time I saw it. I started to dream big,and somewhat imagine our future living in this house for a little while. I know that we won't be owning a house any time soon.And I am okay with it.There is a time for every purpose,that's what I always tell myself. And now is the time to dream, set goals, and work on it. And I think that's what we're doing. And so far we are doing pretty good at it. So about the move, we are going to move into a much smaller space but still 2 bedroom,within the area that we are going to be managing in, just across from our little apartment complex. I hate moving, and packing and unpacking but it will be good.At least, I know that it will be our last move this year.hah! And probably for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kurEhPOv24s/TgT_XgjrYQI/AAAAAAAACGc/RphSNRINO00/s400/100_1397.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621899014206873858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture of my hunky boy up top is from a while back.I just love this picture so much.He feels so relax watching Sprout, just taking it easy,and just happy. I hope he always feel that way,yah know&lt;i&gt; content&lt;/i&gt;. I hope that he always see life in a good way. Or a least try to make the best out of it.That is a Mother's wish. I love summer.I am really starting to appreciate summer these days. Darren and I are just enjoying the sun playing at the playing ground and swimming at the pool to our hearts content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-5pmly8wgAU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this video,like a lot. I saw this from my friend's blog.And I know I just have to post it. I can relate to her in so many ways. I also wanna be like her.I want to be a Cultural Preserver. I have been trying my hardest to instill my language to Darren. I know I still am not very good in doing it.But I am really trying. I said before, I don't want him to get alienated to my culture. I want him to learned to know and love my heritage.I want him to be able to relate to my family back home, his grandparents, auntie and uncles. That is probably one of the most important thing that I could pass on to him, besides teaching him about the gospel and all the good things there in. I know it will be for his own good. It will open his eyes into a whole new different world.He will be able to understand and love a whole new different culture besides the one that he is accustomed to.  I love studying culture.I love to be able to learn people,their background and to understand them.I think it is very important to be heard. And there is no worse or best.I think every culture is important and needs to be respected. It is a part of us.What we believe in,what we do is what makes us,it the culture that is instill deep into our bones. And so when I try to imagine the future.I smile and I laugh whenever I imagine my son doing what I taught him.The good traditions and principles that I learned from my Mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a Mother and everyday I try do the best I can to be good at it. Most days are pretty much like a routine.And some days are not great especially when I am on the PMS mode.Oh how I hate it. But at the end of the day, I know there is another day head.Another day that I have to look forward to. And let me tell you, I get pretty excited sometimes. It is wonderful to be a mother.There is always hope,because there is your children.And when you see them all you see is HOPE and happiness, beyond compare. At least that's how it is for me. I get excited to go into my son's room in the morning when he wakes up.I know there is another cuddles, a lot more laughter, and whole lotta of adventure ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess I better end this post. My thoughts are rambling. I have to take care of my little monkey that just woke up from his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY WEEKEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-6161099152843363647?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6161099152843363647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6161099152843363647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6161099152843363647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6161099152843363647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-overload_24.html' title='Thoughts-overload'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kurEhPOv24s/TgT_XgjrYQI/AAAAAAAACGc/RphSNRINO00/s72-c/100_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7122214537095334780</id><published>2011-06-19T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:33:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AWESOME Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Earl Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgYCKiIRByM/Tf6C_ZM6vZI/AAAAAAAACFs/G_4jSd7SXxc/s400/100_1394.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620073410613394834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95Gbm0eo6wc/Tf6DyKw-_QI/AAAAAAAACF0/otJvkgIAjfc/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620074282911464706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nelson Pipit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJXKR7xa4BA/Tf6EnFLy2YI/AAAAAAAACF8/FwC-to0pd9s/s400/n89800313_30236899_6737.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620075191946369410" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWju_h5f6vA/Tf6E57ipi4I/AAAAAAAACGE/8YFe4LK0VXM/s400/DSC07216.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620075515775388546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nathan Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGDEMwjJVpE/Tf6FSuQDc7I/AAAAAAAACGM/Cbn2tKlGexw/s400/13758_209211842042_696662042_3198356_7567801_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620075941704463282" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuFRuVGGynw/Tf6F3R5UMmI/AAAAAAAACGU/09b4Anr5QLY/s400/_MG_0266.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620076569748058722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the three Awesome Dad in me and my son's life HAPPY Father's Day. I know my son will grow to be a good and fine young man.You are someone whom he could look up to, someone who can be a fine role model for him. I can't thank you enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to all the Dads out there HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-7122214537095334780?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7122214537095334780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7122214537095334780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7122214537095334780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7122214537095334780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-awesome-dad_19.html' title='3 AWESOME Dad!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgYCKiIRByM/Tf6C_ZM6vZI/AAAAAAAACFs/G_4jSd7SXxc/s72-c/100_1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1880581708367568840</id><published>2011-06-13T13:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:04:56.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Our weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun busy weekend.  We started off early in the afternoon, when the boys played at the pool. Darren had the time of his life. He didn't want to leave the pool even though he was already shivery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHzPv_wIRJE/TfZ1HWxz5nI/AAAAAAAACEQ/eQr-qodwmrU/s400/100_1411.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617806354425308786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ6xfgqXtX4/TfZ1AKqbTUI/AAAAAAAACEI/2tBeib7XqZQ/s400/100_1406.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617806230914026818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed to see the parade at the Orem Summer Festival with Jacob and the Robertsons. It was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJdYlsSlGeI/TfZ2Odvd8hI/AAAAAAAACFI/clJuWEuoUqg/s400/100_1424.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617807576065241618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UmhkvHjJTz8/TfZ1wLtIUHI/AAAAAAAACE4/5p2fdCzJWNE/s400/100_1468.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617807055827521650" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBZVfGrHIas/TfZ1bj-wS4I/AAAAAAAACEo/V3IayOejkIs/s400/100_1421.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617806701566643074" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8Pdq2cxeZ0/TfZ1VMATHmI/AAAAAAAACEg/lRFqF0vmFMg/s400/100_1439.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617806592051453538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the parade we headed to the carnival. There were tons of people, the lines on every ride were ridiculously long. So we ended up just going to two kiddie rides.Nevertheless, we had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yoMHJkq7Es/TfZ1P2AX89I/AAAAAAAACEY/lIHeXQNPwFg/s400/100_1415.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617806500246844370" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7SXg4iuzj0/TfZ26ExFIOI/AAAAAAAACFY/gvByOiYlvzo/s400/100_1481.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617808325275361506" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPxnLmrJskg/TfZ2nl4MFgI/AAAAAAAACFQ/L44uPbipzz8/s400/100_1480.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617808007746033154" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukNut5JB94M/TfZ3IcGH2oI/AAAAAAAACFg/lgp-wx0_kfQ/s400/100_1487.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617808572055804546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the day with the fireworks. I think we got home at almost 11pm. Darren was out. But it was just a perfect Saturday.The weather was nice and warm, and we all just had a good time. Sunday we went to church I got a new calling.Fast and testimony meeting was good, with two baby blessings. It was a nice day at church.We took Darren to nursery.He did pretty good the first hour.I think after the first hour he realized that his momma wasn't around,so he cried and they came looking for me. I thought it was going to be worse,and that I wouldn't not be able to leave him there without me or Nate. But the first nursery experience went better than I had anticipated. So we are going to keep trying,I know it will be a little tricky.But my Darren boy is becoming a big boy, and nursery should be fun for him.I know he would get used to it, and hopefully learn to love it. After church we headed down to Salt Lake to see some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun short weekend.We didn't want it to the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Monday, and so far everything is looking pretty good. I had a lot of laundry, and so my day started out productive and busy.  But I have a good feeling that the rest of the week is going to be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you are having a Fabulous Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1880581708367568840?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1880581708367568840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1880581708367568840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1880581708367568840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1880581708367568840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-weekend_3109.html' title='Our weekend!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHzPv_wIRJE/TfZ1HWxz5nI/AAAAAAAACEQ/eQr-qodwmrU/s72-c/100_1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3760526084312718116</id><published>2011-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:21:25.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Isn't he handsome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZqUL_2FyoQ/TfE9L4sf9mI/AAAAAAAACDY/sMQilweeYMo/s1600/241006_532716241119_89801201_31077298_6402963_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZqUL_2FyoQ/TfE9L4sf9mI/AAAAAAAACDY/sMQilweeYMo/s400/241006_532716241119_89801201_31077298_6402963_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;I can't get enough of this guy.He makes me happy I could burst. We have really been enjoying our time together. He loves loves strawberry and orange. And as always he loves to be outside and to play. We've had a lot of tender moments, which I cherish so much and hope to remember for the rest of my life. He is getting bigger and much heavier which causes my arms to hurt sometimes. But you know what I will take the soreness and hurt, if I could just cuddle, and kiss, and hold my little boy some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;I love love him. He is such a cuddle bug which is just perfect for me. He is really my best friend, he knows how to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-3760526084312718116?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3760526084312718116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3760526084312718116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3760526084312718116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3760526084312718116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/isnt-he-handsome.html' title='Isn&apos;t he handsome?'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZqUL_2FyoQ/TfE9L4sf9mI/AAAAAAAACDY/sMQilweeYMo/s72-c/241006_532716241119_89801201_31077298_6402963_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2648525473890167909</id><published>2011-06-08T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:41:02.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Evangelicals, Mormons and the beliefs of the president</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is just like any other day.However; I read an article that just caught my interest and has got me thinking.&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/on-faith/post/evangelicals-mormons-and-the-beliefs-of-the-president/2011/06/07/AGnGX8KH_blog.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;. That is the response of  Michael Otterson to &lt;a href="http://www.patheos.com/Resources/Additional-Resources/Vote-for-Romney-Is-a-Vote-for-the-LDS-Church-Warren-Cole-Smith-05-24-2011.html"&gt;this previous article&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot believe what has been said by this Evangelical leader. He reminds me of Lady Mary of England commonly known as Bloody Mary, who was responsible for mass-murder in England during her reign. Maybe, I was overreacting but though Smith case may not be the same as Lady Mary.Nevertheless, his statement was unchristian, morally degrading and offensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who are the Christians?Does the term Christian/Christianity only concerns selected people or groups of people? I believe that the term Christian are referred to those people who are Christlike, people who intends to do good and not harm. Christians are those who are willing to love and see other people as a human being and not as an object being subjected to mockery and prejudice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main chore of my belief as a member of&lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt; LDS faith&lt;/a&gt;  commonly known as the Mormon is not to make up some other histories or stories or not even impose my religion to others. Our belief system is base on the teaching of Jesus Christ. Like other Christians we try to be more Christlike and follow Jesus's example, the value and principle that he taught during his Ministry. I personally believe that my belief base on my religion has taught me to be more kind,compassionate, and loving'to treat people as human with the right to be respected regardless of race,cultural belief or even religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is why chastising other people's religion or belief system do not do any good,in fact it causes more confusion and allow others to question the character of a person.  I am not American but I admire the ideals that the American people are striving to live in,  that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;All men have certain &lt;span class="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1307572314_0" style="cursor: pointer; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); "&gt;unalienable rights&lt;/span&gt; - life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;When the say pursuit of  happiness, I wish and hope that this happiness means being happy and enjoying their freedom without putting any kind of malice and negativity towards other people's belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and how they practice their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; freedom and make use of their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my Conflict resolution class , my professor said that not unless we treat other people as human,and stop objectifying them , only then we can find the solution to the problem, the antidote to any kind of discrimination and biases. I believe that we can overcome any biases and allow respect in our belief system  no matter how different we maybe from one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway Otterson gave an eloquent response to Smith's article. I believe that he gave a real well thought of  respond to the subject, so if I were you I will check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that my friends is my thought for today. Hope that you're all having an fabulous week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-2648525473890167909?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2648525473890167909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2648525473890167909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2648525473890167909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2648525473890167909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/evangelicals-mormons-and-beliefs-of.html' title='Evangelicals, Mormons and the beliefs of the president'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3244496676056275670</id><published>2011-06-04T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:55:35.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A shout out for my sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfqCBNjKLSc/Te1Lt5GJT9I/AAAAAAAACDA/ZeBAhO3jB7w/s1600/247970_10150188164606631_564616630_7364475_4385006_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfqCBNjKLSc/Te1Lt5GJT9I/AAAAAAAACDA/ZeBAhO3jB7w/s400/247970_10150188164606631_564616630_7364475_4385006_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615227562193670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two love birds are getting married in October. Oh my gosh, I cannot tell you how excited I am for both of them.I am ecstatic,overjoy,excited,elated..you name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love love my sister so much.She is my best friend,my confidant. I live vicariously through her. Her single life has been colorful,fun and just simply wonderful. She is such an amazing person.Her man is so lucky to have her.She is ambitious, hardworking,focus, perky.Like I said she is just one amazing person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited this wedding means going home to the Philippines.I am finally going to see my brother that got off from his mission few weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I am really happy right now. And though the tickets is ridiculously expensive, which I am still hoping and praying to go down, I know this trip will be so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-3244496676056275670?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3244496676056275670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3244496676056275670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3244496676056275670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3244496676056275670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/shout-out-for-my-sister.html' title='A shout out for my sister.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfqCBNjKLSc/Te1Lt5GJT9I/AAAAAAAACDA/ZeBAhO3jB7w/s72-c/247970_10150188164606631_564616630_7364475_4385006_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1745088014826693973</id><published>2011-05-26T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:05:12.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Oh hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I am still alive and enjoying my time with  my two boys.It is so weird to feel that days has been going by so very fast.I literally feel like we need to pause,as if 24 hours is not enough. I feel like this,mostly because when the clock hits 5pm,Darren and I will be waiting for Nate to be home and everything else is on fast forward mode.It makes me miss the slow phase life in Hawaii, when everything just seems laid back and so relax. On the other hand,I couldn't complain much. Life here in Utah has been pretty good, even better than I had expected. Nate is loving his job.He is an excel junkie so every projects that he is doing at work has been somewhat thrilling to him. He loves the environment at work and best of all, he enjoys the company,his co-worker and his boss. I couldn't be any happier for him. Darren has started to communicate more, I am able to at least understand him, but he gets frustrated when I don't get or understand what he wants. He is my little buddy and I am enjoying this stage.He is so active,such an explorer. He has now realized that playing ball with Daddy is so much more fun than mommy.Now, he would rather prefer playing ball with Daddy than me. It's alright though, I'll take it.I get more cuddles,cause he is such a cuddle bug to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get pretty busy too.I figured the best way to help my husband and make him feel a lot more satisfied by the end of the day, is to prepare some good meals for him. And so I have been really busy getting meals done for lunch and dinner.  I enjoy it a lot, it is good to try some new recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the grid system.I love how the streets are base on numbers instead of names.Oh Utah you make my life easier. Don't you agree with me?I mean it is such a headache when you couldn't find a place,especially when you just move to the area.Well, I got a little lost yesterday driving, but I was able to find my way back, easier since it's numbers and it is not some random names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new friend in the neighborhood. She has two kids one is a little older than Darren and a little baby.She is such an angel.I love her.She came just at the right time,when I started feeling lonely and alone.When I feel like days seem much longer cause it just me and Darren usually. And the weird weather didn't help at all. Now we have our afternoon get together, while our kids play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I just finished reading The Lady Elizabeth,such a good read. I couldn't put it down last night.And now that I am finally done, I am thinking of what to read next.Any suggestions?I am thinking of getting a membership from the public library so I don't have to spend so much money on books. I am somewhat proud of myself because my free time has been spend on reading instead of facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JWiwuiT58Yc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I am in love with this song.I can listen to it like everyday and I don't even get tired of listening. Such a good music,it makes me happy.Oh the joy of simple pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it, a little update on our daily whereabouts. I feel so content and satisfied at this point in my life. I know this is where we needed to be.It is such a good feeling to be grateful and to know that everything in your life though not perfect,is in the right place. My husband is such a hard working man.He loves me and is so dedicated to our family.I am such a lucky girl. I have a wild and healthy toddler.He might be really wild and he has his tantrums,but  he is my baby and he just what I need. Yes, I need him, he teaches me so many things.He is my constant reminder of those simple things that I need to be grateful for,principles that I need to work on,and just my little teacher. This why I know Motherhood and being stay-at-home is so rewarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS:I am going crazy cause I couldn't find my battery charger,and all my camera batteries are dead.It is driving me nuts cause I know it is somewhere around the house.Oh well I will find it...soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1745088014826693973?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1745088014826693973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1745088014826693973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1745088014826693973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1745088014826693973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-hello_26.html' title='Oh hello!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JWiwuiT58Yc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6446424600551246648</id><published>2011-05-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:45:15.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Like Father like son.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpjYyhk3Svg/Tc7aULUKuQI/AAAAAAAACCk/o16OLvqSnZo/s1600/100_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpjYyhk3Svg/Tc7aULUKuQI/AAAAAAAACCk/o16OLvqSnZo/s400/100_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606658626292463874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIZELz2a19k/Tc7aFYHJ3zI/AAAAAAAACCc/pIlWbN2HPbw/s1600/100_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIZELz2a19k/Tc7aFYHJ3zI/AAAAAAAACCc/pIlWbN2HPbw/s400/100_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606658372029505330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my boys.They do a lot of silly things together. They are real buddies. Darren loves his Daddy and wanted to do whatever his Daddy is doing,like the photos above. They even have the same type of facial expression every time I take a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch them play and laugh like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and enjoy the videos of my dancing boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c75476888a3fafc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c75476888a3fafc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17A61C83586655B45DE947F63F3644F3B9CCB8F6.2E60F7CE9F2F0EA3C4874066C282ED6D41BF9032%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c75476888a3fafc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrqI3zHo2nDpMqHwyMrtMtPUj-UM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c75476888a3fafc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17A61C83586655B45DE947F63F3644F3B9CCB8F6.2E60F7CE9F2F0EA3C4874066C282ED6D41BF9032%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c75476888a3fafc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrqI3zHo2nDpMqHwyMrtMtPUj-UM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-6446424600551246648?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6446424600551246648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6446424600551246648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6446424600551246648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6446424600551246648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father like son.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpjYyhk3Svg/Tc7aULUKuQI/AAAAAAAACCk/o16OLvqSnZo/s72-c/100_1361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2624507439208929745</id><published>2011-05-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:46:21.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>D boy and some other thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90EWOMMlvw/Tcl-VzMFYpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m9ZpX5d8YTc/s1600/221889_531118772459_89801201_31056930_951128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90EWOMMlvw/Tcl-VzMFYpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m9ZpX5d8YTc/s400/221889_531118772459_89801201_31056930_951128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605150124222538386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5q3mERgLwo/Tcl-YpCvR_I/AAAAAAAACCM/s4KNklmghCw/s1600/225283_531118747509_89801201_31056929_5746004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5q3mERgLwo/Tcl-YpCvR_I/AAAAAAAACCM/s4KNklmghCw/s400/225283_531118747509_89801201_31056929_5746004_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605150173038594034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds7DI_x3Bek/Tcl-bkUB9_I/AAAAAAAACCU/PvbMuMm0UsQ/s1600/230806_531118802399_89801201_31056931_1419269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds7DI_x3Bek/Tcl-bkUB9_I/AAAAAAAACCU/PvbMuMm0UsQ/s400/230806_531118802399_89801201_31056931_1419269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605150223308552178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90EWOMMlvw/Tcl-VzMFYpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m9ZpX5d8YTc/s1600/221889_531118772459_89801201_31056930_951128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past weekend was nice and warm. Utah weather is so weird one day it will be warm and sunny then other days it will be cold.I wouldn't be surprise if one morning there is snow on the ground it happened a week ago so it can happen again. I thought it will already be spring by now and that summer is just right around the corner. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren loved the weekend as much as we did. He finally got to wear some shorts again. He hates any kind of layering sweatshirt,even pants, it is such a work that sometimes lead into a meltdown. He just wants to be on his diapers. What can I say, he is a true Hawaiian boy. Oh did I mention he is also not a  big fan of socks and shoes. On Saturday on our way to Sandy to pick up a friend Darren decided to took off his shoes and socks. We stopped by the mall for some diaper change and shake. This boy still wouldn't let us put any socks or shoes on him.So we let him run wild. He was delighted.Barefoot outside of the house.You could just imagine his face.There were some stares from strangers.I think I know exactly what they were thinking. "Who are these people letting their son walk barefoot in the mall?" hah. Ah "sorry we're poor and couldn't afford to buy him some slippers,We are accepting some donations." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little kid is just like me and his daddy sugar is a big part of our life. With that being said, he got away and shared some shakes with me which he was almost able to down. I did not let him.I know the sugar will make us suffer for the rest of the day with a super hyper child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was like home again.We met a lot of Filipinos.We eat, we talked, eat some more and enjoyed the Manny Pacquiao fight. Nate is a big FAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our weekend. Oh Mother's day was AWESOME!I got some flowers and had been pampered by my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great. BUSY.BUT IT IS ALL GOOD. I am declaring that Crockpot is my new best friend. Who ever discovered it was a GENIUS! I was able to make a meal plan for the month.I tried some new recipes. I have been using my crockpot for every dinner meal.Well, almost. I feel so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little monkey has always been good. But is now getting more addicted to television. He has a preference though only SPROUT specifically Sesame Streets or Sports Center. I tried to set some limits and doing my best to divert his attention to playing or reading. But now that he learned to turn on the Television it has been more challenging. Some days I just give in. I let him watch the TV while he sits on my lap and cuddle with me for the longest time. The cuddle part I LOVE so much! He loves to dance.He loves to read, he loves BALL and would say it a thousand time over when he gets excited. Still loves his blanket and pacifier. He loves me and his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got to talked to my brother on Sunday.His mission president let him call me for Mother's Day. It was a wonderful moment. I love my brother.I cannot tell you how proud we are for all that he is doing. He is such an example to me and my family. He shared some challenge in the field. But he still never looses faith and focus. He said " The Lord requires us to serve, I need to give my 110% so I can be more deserving of His guidance." He has baptized people from every area that he has been in. He has matured so much. He is the only international missionary in his zone. I know it can be difficult, cultural differences can be somewhat of a challenge. But I know that he is holding strong, and doing just what he needs to do not only to survive but also enjoy his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the moment, I am missing home. I want to see my other brother who got home from his mission last week. And it SUMMER in the Philippines.Time to PARTY. I am missing out. My family are planning a trip to Hundred Islands  in the next two weeks with my other cousins and Aunties.And my two siblings are going to Cagayan Valley next week. Lots of out of town and lots of hanging out, lots of food and lots of laughter with the family.I wish was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are probably so random and all over the place. But really, I am just trying to let it out,clear the air in my mind. Sorry for the lengthy post.Overall, I am so very happy and contented. I love my boys to pieces and they love so very much. Nate and I have been blessed with such supportive and loving family. We could never asked for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAY EVERYONE!&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/7975596491087411939-2624507439208929745?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2624507439208929745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2624507439208929745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2624507439208929745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2624507439208929745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/d-boy-and-some-other-thoughts.html' title='D boy and some other thoughts'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90EWOMMlvw/Tcl-VzMFYpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m9ZpX5d8YTc/s72-c/221889_531118772459_89801201_31056930_951128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4685237623057464363</id><published>2011-05-08T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:48:41.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>On Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mothers doesn't have to win the Oscar in order to be awarded and in order to be recognized. They don't even have to have so much preparations for the day set to recognize Motherhood. Little kisses,little hugs, simple cards,flowers and some other little details from loves ones and children make this one special day THE PERFECT DAY for us Mothers. When I was young I always remember to have little cards for my Mom every Mother's Day.Some of those cards were made in Primary Class with the help of our Primary teachers. Now that I am a Mother myself the word "Motherhood" is so much more meaningful, so much more powerful and so very sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my Mom for being the PERFECT example of Motherhood. She is someone I know that I looked up to and someone whom someday I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that every Woman needs to be recognized today. Each woman has the characteristic of  a Mother.This is the day we recognize our role in this world not just through child bearing and raising. This is the day women around the world are reminded of our God given gifts and our sacred calling to nurture, to give unselfishly and to love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40ctpvkmnhU/TcbHIz8-ajI/AAAAAAAACB0/Fy9nyxta7C4/s1600/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40ctpvkmnhU/TcbHIz8-ajI/AAAAAAAACB0/Fy9nyxta7C4/s400/DSC03252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604385740507998770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_6iWR0D1jY/TcbHeZoaETI/AAAAAAAACB8/Oob4FkA1klM/s1600/100_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_6iWR0D1jY/TcbHeZoaETI/AAAAAAAACB8/Oob4FkA1klM/s400/100_1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604386111399530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY Mother's Day to all the Women most especially to our Mothers. They are the reason Nate and I are trying to make it into this world of parenthood. They are the reason why we want to be good parents to our son. Thanks for those wonderful,challenging years of raising us. We owe our life to you.&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-4685237623057464363?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4685237623057464363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4685237623057464363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4685237623057464363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4685237623057464363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-mothers-day.html' title='On Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40ctpvkmnhU/TcbHIz8-ajI/AAAAAAAACB0/Fy9nyxta7C4/s72-c/DSC03252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4221297019162711296</id><published>2011-05-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:31:37.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are getting more accustomed to our daily routine here in our new place. Daddy goes to work, Darren wakes up. Morning consists of breakfast playing inside, Darren takes another nap while I make some lunch and do other productive things. Darren wakes up from a nap we eat lunch sometimes he wakes up before Daddy gets home from lunch so they get to see each other and play for a bit but often times he is still sound asleep when Daddy is home for lunch. The boy would wake up from his nap eat lunch sometimes we'll go and play at the park sometime when the weather is too cold we would just stick around and relax in the house till Daddy gets home from work. Once it's 5pm the clock is ticking we couldn't wait to see Daddy. Sometimes he'll come home early sometimes he won't be home till 6. Every time he is  home it seems that there's always errand that needs to be done on that day.It gets pretty busy and the next thing we know the day is over and we just are so tired that all we wanted to do is sleep and be ready for the next day. I am not complaining at all. This is our life now and we fully embraced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in a day when all I can do is stare and watch my little boy. Sometimes I cannot believe how much he has grown in the last few weeks. There are other times that when I  look at him and still think that he is still just a little lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy seems to becoming more like a snob to others besides his parents. It makes me really really sad. I am hoping that this is just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love him dearly though.He is a happy and content baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pictures that I took when we were at the park the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk5_GkJXd5I/TcGVjijrNtI/AAAAAAAACBU/Gz2CPU3rMdM/s1600/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmRK7C8lRsU/TcGVfNiA_HI/AAAAAAAACBM/_Ms5_mUxKtE/s1600/100_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmRK7C8lRsU/TcGVfNiA_HI/AAAAAAAACBM/_Ms5_mUxKtE/s400/100_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923774866422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIBapTX6RFY/TcGVbLKQhLI/AAAAAAAACBE/2of2xnYF-iA/s1600/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIBapTX6RFY/TcGVbLKQhLI/AAAAAAAACBE/2of2xnYF-iA/s400/100_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923705510429874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StAZ1cV7gWQ/TcGVXBR62LI/AAAAAAAACA8/-Nhizpi1QsA/s1600/100_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StAZ1cV7gWQ/TcGVXBR62LI/AAAAAAAACA8/-Nhizpi1QsA/s400/100_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923634138732722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNZ9ZQgCX2U/TcGVTKt1d0I/AAAAAAAACA0/xjLh4Jy1qw4/s1600/100_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNZ9ZQgCX2U/TcGVTKt1d0I/AAAAAAAACA0/xjLh4Jy1qw4/s400/100_1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923567952262978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My handsome little man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course when he saw the ball that the other bigger kids were playing he decided to ran off and chased the ball. He is that obsessed with ball. He didn't want to play at the slide or the swing anymore.He just decided to follow the bigger kids around wishing that he would have the chance to touch that soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk5_GkJXd5I/TcGVjijrNtI/AAAAAAAACBU/Gz2CPU3rMdM/s1600/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk5_GkJXd5I/TcGVjijrNtI/AAAAAAAACBU/Gz2CPU3rMdM/s400/100_1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923849230005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YJQ8x1sFTc/TcGVoHbsEZI/AAAAAAAACBc/ceHy6eDlffE/s1600/100_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YJQ8x1sFTc/TcGVoHbsEZI/AAAAAAAACBc/ceHy6eDlffE/s400/100_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602923927848096146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRYzDu5Bc9c/TcGVxQxjEEI/AAAAAAAACBs/38SacRepe0A/s1600/100_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRYzDu5Bc9c/TcGVxQxjEEI/AAAAAAAACBs/38SacRepe0A/s400/100_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602924084974522434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until he finally gave up and turned to look for his Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMOTt9uZg58/TcGVs5THbwI/AAAAAAAACBk/DADdzUUyvDY/s1600/100_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMOTt9uZg58/TcGVs5THbwI/AAAAAAAACBk/DADdzUUyvDY/s400/100_1339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602924009953390338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Darren's sad disappointed face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he is still as cute as ever.I love him!He makes me happy!&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;ps: My brother Nelson is home from serving a full time mission for our church.He came home yesterday.I haven't had the chance to talk to him due to the time difference.But I am excited to see him and talk to him via skype. He only have seen pictures of Darren. I know he will be excited to see him on webcam. I am so happy for him.He did a good job and now he is more mature and way better than he was before.&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/7975596491087411939-4221297019162711296?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4221297019162711296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4221297019162711296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4221297019162711296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4221297019162711296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmRK7C8lRsU/TcGVfNiA_HI/AAAAAAAACBM/_Ms5_mUxKtE/s72-c/100_1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6247542715178482195</id><published>2011-04-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:51:28.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Back on the normal routine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bYuIWdXkGk/Tbr576Rq9ZI/AAAAAAAACAs/GS51-xJT1Jc/s1600/_MG_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our crazy days are just about done. Monday we finally moved in to our new apartment. We are so grateful for Nate's parents, brothers, and some cousins who have helped us with the big move.We couldn't have done it without their help. Since Monday was our anniversary we decided to just enjoy our night and just get back into the fuzz of moving the next day.Grandpa Taylor babysat our little guy while we spent the night together and eat at the Mayan Restaurant in Sandy. The boy did incredibly good while we were gone, which made me really really happy. Tuesday we were busy running errands buying other little thing that we need for the house. Wednesday Nate started on his job.Darren and I catch a cold and has been kind of sick but we are on our way to recovery and feeling really good. The house is looking good and plain. I am still thinking of things to put  on our walls probably some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that we are now feeling settled. Nate was a superman and was just so incredible. He made sure that Darren and I are well taken care of and are comfortable before he started on his job.I could tell you a million good things that he has done in the last few days and the past years of our married life, but I will just spare you with the details. Just know that I was and still in love with my man. I am so grateful to be married to him. He is my best friend and really life wouldn't be fun without him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zPNeyzpFc/Tbr4dhiQiYI/AAAAAAAACAc/bTHrwqSzdWo/s1600/_MG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zPNeyzpFc/Tbr4dhiQiYI/AAAAAAAACAc/bTHrwqSzdWo/s400/_MG_0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062272690588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am a lucky girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so weird to be out of college.Nate works all day and comes home without worrying about homework that is due or projects or group meetings.I am loving it. In the future he will probably have to study for his CPA but for now we are just enjoying the time that we  have once he is done with work.&lt;br /&gt;My Darren boy is such a trooper even though I can tell that he is not loving the cold weather in Utah.His eczema is back again, I know it's sad.He hates it when we try to put clothes on him, he just wants to wear his diaper at home all day if he could. He is a true Hawaiian boy I tell you. He still loves to be outside and I truly felt bad because in the past few days all we did outside was ran some errands. Yesterday was a nice weather though so I took him to a nearby playground. And oh he had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiNdgNHgjbw/Tbr5AEOp3DI/AAAAAAAACAk/r79BZbcsGyc/s1600/_MG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiNdgNHgjbw/Tbr5AEOp3DI/AAAAAAAACAk/r79BZbcsGyc/s400/_MG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062866119154738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I miss the curls and his long hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The pictures were taken by our good friend Brent before we left Hawaii. He did an amazing job. He took a bazillion pictures and I am just lazy to post them but expect to see some of them on my future post.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-6247542715178482195?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6247542715178482195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6247542715178482195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6247542715178482195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6247542715178482195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-on-normal-routine.html' title='Back on the normal routine.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zPNeyzpFc/Tbr4dhiQiYI/AAAAAAAACAc/bTHrwqSzdWo/s72-c/_MG_0360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3943408358783894106</id><published>2011-04-23T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T10:37:27.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Good things are coming our way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_UhFNypGJg/TbMOTyi3V5I/AAAAAAAACAI/A3z1cpI4yk4/s1600/life-is-good-thumb6811032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_UhFNypGJg/TbMOTyi3V5I/AAAAAAAACAI/A3z1cpI4yk4/s400/life-is-good-thumb6811032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598834494899967890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Saturday people. I am so very happy today.I woke up bright and early doing the usual stuff, you know fed Darren,folded some clothes and what not. I feel good though,I woke up with a smile and the inside of me was beaming. Why?Drum roll please......Nate got the job that he wanted. He was really happy and I am proud of him for getting that job.On that same day we found an apartment.It is an old town homes style but it has a lot of space and it is very close to Nate's job. Now it is finally setting in,that we are going to be living here at least for a while. Right now Nate is with his Dad driving to Roy to pick up some of the furniture that we found on KSL, Darren is taking a nap and I took the time to blog while waiting for the ground beef to get thaw. I feel like an adult all of a sudden. The reality of life is really right in front of me. In Hawaii we got our furniture set up for us. I mean we got in to the TVA apartment and WAHLA we have a bed, a couch, a dresser.Now we also got to worry about some utility bills,internet and cable and the list goes on. Needless to say, I feel like Nate and I are ready to tackle adulthood and to start the new chapter of our life together in this new place. It is very exciting. Over the past few days we went and look for some furniture. Let me just tell you KSL is the bom dot com. All of our furniture where found in that good o'l site. I know this place will feel more like home to me once we get finally settled to our new place which is next week and we can get things rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday, we were still in Hawaii trying to figure out where we're gonna end up and if Nate will get a job etc. There was a lot of prayer and truly a lot of patience.But it is worth it. I feel so very blessed right now. I think it is very interesting how we were able to find the answer to our prayers in the last couple of days right in time for the EASTER season. I mean the fact that we know that we have been blessed and the Lord has been with us all through out this crucial process makes me feel really good inside. Everything is really in His own time, He is very wise and very kind and very loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future for me seems so bright and so exciting. I know it is just a change and we are in a phase of change.What is really so exciting about that?Well, let me tell you. I am excited because this life of ours despite of some little bumps here and there are always good. I am excited for my  little boy to get to know his grandparents better. I am excited to play with him in our new home,and do what I do as a mother and a wife and act like a real ADULT.I am excited for Nate for his job and for his career. I am excited to grow and mature even more as wife, a mother, a woman and a person. My daily life routine seems to be quite boring at times.But believe you me I love what I do and I am learning constantly just by being with my son 24/7. I am excited to read some more.In the past 4 days I finished reading the book "Help",it is such a good and entertaining book. And I am excited to read more I have some on my list and I cannot wait to start reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:We are going to start moving in to our new apartment on Monday 04.25.11. The day I said yes and committed my whole life to be with my one and only. How exciting is that?It seems that  our anniversay in the past years have been spent on moving.But it is all good,especially this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!&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/7975596491087411939-3943408358783894106?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3943408358783894106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3943408358783894106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3943408358783894106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3943408358783894106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-things-are-coming-our-way.html' title='Good things are coming our way'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_UhFNypGJg/TbMOTyi3V5I/AAAAAAAACAI/A3z1cpI4yk4/s72-c/life-is-good-thumb6811032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8958041042439157246</id><published>2011-04-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:28:22.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I am alive!We are in Utah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi friends I am still ALIVE! It has been a crazy week for my little family. Last week was Nathan's finals and then graduation.We were lucky enough to have my sister-in-law and her family to be there for Nathan's graduation. Monday we finished cleaning,packing and then we checked out from our TVA aparmtment.It was kind of sad leaving that place.We have loved that little place and we called it home for a few months. Darren started walking and had his first birthday in that house. Oh so many memories in such a short span of time. We left Hawaii Monday night and Darren did incredibly good on the flight. We had a lay over in Vegas. It was so fun to see the Sparks even for such a short time. We truly have missed them. They are one of our most treasured friends. Meeting them once again reminds me of the good o'l days at the Gellor's TVA apartment. I am glad that we have mad such AWESOME FRIENDS in Hawaii,true friends that we would always have no matter where we go.Friends means a lot, and if you got one true friend one that is real consider yourself a lucky human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it to Utah Tuesday afternoon.I'll be honest here, the weather in Utah makes me miss the sunshine in Hawaii. Like I really wish I could bring the warmth sun feeling weather in this place. I really am an Island girl,I am sure of it.But we are so happy to be here and be with family. It has been quite an adjustgment and I am sure we still have a long time of adjusting until we get settled. The past few days we have been busy looking for an apartment,Nate is still waiting.The job that he is applying for is definitely in progress there are still so much to do on their part.And I know that we just have to be a little bit more patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just want to push the fastworward button on the part where we are settled in our new place and everything is fine and dandy. On the other hand I feel so fortunate to be in our present situation right now. We have a lot of things to think of and look forward to.Darren is enjoying the company of his grandpa in the house and the lovely wonder dog Penny. It has been nice to have Uncles and grandparents around. We have lived far away from home that it feels like Darren has been robbed of those moments with the extended family.However, now is the time to make up for those lost times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darren's got his first hair cut.And oh boy it was a torture.He wailed and weeped as if he is literally getting tortured or something like that.It was a sad situation.But he was a trooper and we were able to leave Cookie cutter with no scratch or cut. He sure look so much more older now. I missed his long,shaggy,curly hair.But I do love his clean, handsome look. My baby is really looking more like a big boy. But change is good, growing and maturing is even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596279667636422050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91OmDLTnd0U/Tan6tRU1xaI/AAAAAAAACAA/E4C-CKeX0Og/s400/100_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a nice lunch with all the family in celebration for Nathan's graduation just a few hours ago. Darren finally able warmed up to his Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all Utah is treating us well,and we are ready to call it our next home. I will keep you all posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8958041042439157246?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8958041042439157246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8958041042439157246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8958041042439157246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8958041042439157246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-alivewe-are-in-utah.html' title='I am alive!We are in Utah!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91OmDLTnd0U/Tan6tRU1xaI/AAAAAAAACAA/E4C-CKeX0Og/s72-c/100_1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6080216432228950321</id><published>2011-04-07T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:55:12.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Darren and Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately this blog had just been my  little space to air out what's been going in my head and what not.But  this time it's all about my little boy. Darren is such a hyper little  fellah. He loves to be outside all day everyday if he could. I told you  before that he's into climbing things. Lately he's been loving to climb on top of  our drawer and play with whatever stuff we have on there.I would literally tell him thousand of times not to climb  on it but if there is something that I have to do even for just a split of a second I would hear him climbing on to the drawer.The next thing I know he is sitting on top of it so proud as if he had some big accomplishment.Well he sure had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75UNe1YFvn0/TZ6vBYQRYOI/AAAAAAAAB-g/G18UmZlAGZw/s1600/100_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75UNe1YFvn0/TZ6vBYQRYOI/AAAAAAAAB-g/G18UmZlAGZw/s400/100_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593100225466163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling him not to climb on the drawer a thousand times in a day may seem to be quite annoying on my part.But the face is just too sweet that sometimes I just have to smile back at him.Not only that he is into climbing the drawer he also loves to open the oven and climb on it.Crazy and scary, I know. Whenever he does it I know at times I am just really stern in telling him that he shouldn't do it. And sometimes I know he will do it just to attract my attention and would exit discreetly when he realize that I am starting to walk towards him to get him.Today he is actually getting better, he is more obedient.I hope he stays like that.hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is obsessed with ball.And he can actually say it clearly now. He also loves birds. He knows where his eyes are and sometimes his ears.The nose and the mouth is still a bit confusing for him.He knows where his "ulo" head in Tagalog (you see he is a little bit bilingual) He loves to play peek-a-boo since he was a little baby and still loves it up to now.He can give high fives and point his pointing fingers on mine.He knows how to do handshake.And he also knows how to do mano po "put his forehead on my front hand when I gave to him. Filipino tradition of paying some respect to their elders. I guess all these he has been doing for quite a while now but I never got a chance to actually blog about it for memory sake. And I know it's not too late.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRgrEtylxeM/TZ60xkmsV-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/8qkgSjbycLg/s1600/100_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRgrEtylxeM/TZ60xkmsV-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/8qkgSjbycLg/s400/100_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593106550973290466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture for grandpa Taylor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to play hide and seek with his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZAyaNmCD3s/TZ6xk4s-9HI/AAAAAAAAB-w/CGVOV1yEu48/s1600/100_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZAyaNmCD3s/TZ6xk4s-9HI/AAAAAAAAB-w/CGVOV1yEu48/s400/100_1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593103034495202418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can sit and occupying himself by reading his books. I know I told you this before.He likes to read by himself more than he likes me reading it to him. He would point and would read out loud.It is pretty fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHMNJeRzA_4/TZ6yS4ZtQRI/AAAAAAAAB-4/4hz6O9Lrcks/s1600/100_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHMNJeRzA_4/TZ6yS4ZtQRI/AAAAAAAAB-4/4hz6O9Lrcks/s400/100_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593103824688333074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves loves bath time. He can live in the tub.I am dead serious. I guess every child loves bath time.But this kid enjoys it to the very core.He loves the bubbles and he loves to blow bubbles on the water. He would pretend like his swimming and would splash non stop sometimes. Oh and he is fearless.Yesterday he just decided to jumped on the pool he has the little life vest on.But when he saw his daddy playing with his cousin Hugh, he decided to jumped in. And he sure had the time of his life at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNKKng58Cw4/TZ60qhPC2TI/AAAAAAAAB_A/Rtcebwm2pks/s1600/100_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNKKng58Cw4/TZ60qhPC2TI/AAAAAAAAB_A/Rtcebwm2pks/s400/100_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593106429809711410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't mind the gross bathroom wall,we actually clean and is usually pretty white most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can now fold his arms whenever I say be reverent or time to pray. And I love it. He looks like an Angel when he does it. He has been saying "daaaadee", "maaa-mma" aaaaaiiiiiuuu (for i love you) when he started saying I think it might have been two months ago, I literally felt overjoyed and loved by this little guy. He also say "baal" for ball "beeah" for bird and bear.Silly guy.&lt;br /&gt;He is kind of turned into quite a snobby baby to strangers, which is pretty sad considering the fact there is quite a lot of people that adore this little man. But he is totally sweet once he started warming up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7No7EX_FEv4/TZ63BtR4puI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Op955LwxQEI/s1600/100_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7No7EX_FEv4/TZ63BtR4puI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Op955LwxQEI/s400/100_1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593109027203098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his daddy.He would totally lit up and goes crazy whenever Daddy gets home. Daddy is his best bud and his favorite playmate, hands down. Whenever we're out and about Nate is usually the one who could make him fall asleep especially at church.I don't know why.But I think it so precious to see his head on daddy's shoulder and fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a hyper boy and a little explorer.Earlier this morning he was able to escape.I went crazy for a minute that seemed to be hours running on both side of our building looking for him.I though I lost him. But in my head I was thinking how can he escape so fast when I seriously was just a few seconds after him on the door. But then when I moved towards the playground just a few steps away from our front door, there I found him just right up front of our building under the stairs laying on his stomach playing on the puddle and kind of licking the water.Gross, I know.He sure went straight to the bathroom for bath time right after that.But it is just one of those moments where all I can do is laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him dearly. And I am so happy everyday that I get to take care of him and be hands on and build more memories with him. Kids sure grows pretty quickly.And me being able to be a mother and to look out for  him every single second of the day is such an awesome thing to do Motherhood is marvelous it is wonderful, it is glorious. Of course it has it's up and down but the good have always outweighs the bad. It is such a cliche but I literally could not imagine my life without Darren. I am sure that I am not always on my best self, I have had my bad days too, you know. Nonetheless, this boy gives me all the reason in the world to put my best foot forward and to always have a motivation to improve. My child is literally my constant reminder that my Heavenly Father loves me and cares for me. He wants me to be a better person.He wants me to learn and improve in all aspects of life. He has given me such a great responsibility and at the same time He gave me one of the greatest blessing I could ever have in my entire existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00WAOHf355E/TZ69dJC239I/AAAAAAAAB_g/MHg55GdVbco/s1600/my%2Bsweet%2Bboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00WAOHf355E/TZ69dJC239I/AAAAAAAAB_g/MHg55GdVbco/s400/my%2Bsweet%2Bboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593116095582494674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am off to do some packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&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/7975596491087411939-6080216432228950321?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6080216432228950321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6080216432228950321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6080216432228950321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6080216432228950321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/darren-and-motherhood.html' title='Darren and Motherhood'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75UNe1YFvn0/TZ6vBYQRYOI/AAAAAAAAB-g/G18UmZlAGZw/s72-c/100_1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7761558146475054443</id><published>2011-04-05T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:01:48.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can't think of a title but here goes my post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find my camera I know it is somewhere here in our house.But  since we are moving everything is so chaotic. So for now there won't be any recent pictures of my little man. Anyway, things are looking pretty good.We  are going to be moving to Utah. If you asked us few months ago about  where we would want to move our answer is Arizona or Vegas somewhere  warm. Then a couple of months ago when Nate is desperately applying for  jobs our answer to the question is "where ever the job is." Today I want  to celebrate and shout for joy.Nate had his second interview and it  lasted for at least 2 hours.And even though he didn't get the official  "Yes,you are hired" things are looking pretty good. We'll see on April  13 if we can officially celebrate. Keeps your fingers cross,while us on  the other hand will keep on praying.  I know that the Lord knows us very  well. In this critical time of moving,and finding job as well as  looking for a place to settle I feel like we are on a limbo. Everything  in every corner seems to be so hard and so overwhelming.But Nate and I  really feel that the Lord is guiding us through all this process. And I  couldn't be anymore grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are better these days. The last couple of days there are  seem to be little things that is adding to our stress level, like when  our car all of a sudden had problems.But we were able to figured it out  and the car is back to normal again, so I guess we don't really have to  worry about it anymore. Darren for some reason has gotten bitten by  either misquotes or some kind of insect which cause part of his legs to  swell up really bad and it looks so ugly.I feel really bad for my little  guy. And I was panicking and really worried about it.But finally after  the doctor's appointment this morning we were able to figure things out  and he was given some amoxicillin cream and steroid cream for his  swelling. And I can finally breath again. I guess it is in our nature as  a mother to sometimes be overly paranoid over things like this. But it  is my job to make sure that this little baby of mine is always well  taken care of. He is a trooper though and very good through it all.He  doesn't seem to mind the swelling and though the itchiness makes him  kind of irritated,he is still so sweet and would give the sweetest smile  that would just melt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nate oh bless his heart.I love him.He has a lot on his plate, and  yet he is still there for me and Darren boy. The last couple of days I  feel like my attitude over things are being tested. I tend to get easily  annoyed over little things. Maybe due to PMS plus the stress of moving.  But Nate is still good through it all. He loves me so much and I am so  very grateful to him.He is my best friend. He had seen me on my ugliest  and still gives me all of him and loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to start doing something else.Baby boy will be waking up from his nap pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&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/7975596491087411939-7761558146475054443?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7761558146475054443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7761558146475054443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7761558146475054443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7761558146475054443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant-think-of-ttile-but-here-it-goes-my.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title but here goes my post.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8753072492277506717</id><published>2011-04-01T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:46:00.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bm52pGTkBo0/TZZVA69WNHI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/btYXZ1OTWAw/s1600/100_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bm52pGTkBo0/TZZVA69WNHI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/btYXZ1OTWAw/s400/100_1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590749461741974642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a LAZY day in my home. Woke up at 9am ,which is very unusual ever since we moved Darren's bed time from 8:30 pm to 7:30 pm so we are usually wide awake a little before 7am compare to the 8ish or 8:30 am wake up call from the other room of our little stinker. I like the 7am wake up time. It feel so good to wake up early and to start the day with some sunshine outside of our house. It motivates me to sleep a little early. And I am loving it.I feel a lot more normal whether I am on my PMS or not ,once I get a good sleep I will be just as good as a horse. Anyway back to the lazy day.Today is different.Friday the first day of April we chose to be lazy since Nate is officially unemployed.Yes,his last day at the cashiers office was on Wednesday and now he is just focusing on finishing up the rest of the classes before graduation. He needs a lazy day and I kind of like it. Why?Cause there is more time spent for Darren and me. Lots of cuddles, and laughter and kisses and snuggle. Darren is loving it too. He kind of got used to seeing his daddy walking out the door the minute he woke up. But now the attention is on him and oh he is just delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren is taking a nap while I am waiting for the food to baked so we can eat lunch. And I am able to sneak up a time to blog. Nate is watching a baseball game on TV. Later after lunch Nate is going to finish up some errands and then we have a family photo shoot. Oh I am excited about that. Our last family picture in Hawaii. And I can finally change my BLOG header into a much better looking picture of my familia. After that Nate and I are going to attend his college graduation banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess overall it's not really a lazy day. But we are relax and this is just what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a shout out to my sister-in-law and brother in-law Chris and Taylor Pierce. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE REST OF YOU HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!&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/7975596491087411939-8753072492277506717?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8753072492277506717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8753072492277506717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8753072492277506717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8753072492277506717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bm52pGTkBo0/TZZVA69WNHI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/btYXZ1OTWAw/s72-c/100_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2646189366329152508</id><published>2011-03-30T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:35:31.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wha't going on in my mind today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is really nothing much going on in our lives except that we are moving in 1.5 week. I know it's big.But we are still not feeling like we are moving since there are still a million things that needs to be done. I do not dread packing but the idea of saying goodbye, that I am really not looking forward to. My emotions are getting high. Leaving this place makes me sad. Part of it is because I feel like I am moving farther away from my first home. If you look on the globe Hawaii is in the middle (between the mainland United States and Asia). Living in this place which is an 11hour flight to my family in the Philippines isn't so bad compare to the flight if we are coming from the mainland. Now some of you are probably thinking "Sam please get over yourself you are still a thousand miles AWAY from your family no matter what." But you see, here we sometimes can get some really great deals on the flight since it is isn't so far. In the mainland the cost of flying international is really high plus the additional hours of flight.Did you know that if I decided to fly straight from Vegas to the Philippines it will take me 18hours. And that does not even include our flight from Utah to Vegas in case we're coming from there.And that is very long and dreading,especially when you have a toddler. Part of it I mostly ache for my parents. They miss their first grandson so much. If only the U.S embassy will allow my parents to have a visa to visit us then it life will be so much easier. I know I will get over this whiny post. But this time I just want to vent. And really this blog has been my sanctuary. I am honest and this is real. I never thought that leaving this place will have such an emotional impact on me when it comes to my family back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that here is so much to look forward to. There are so many good things in the future for my little family,that I know. I am ecstatic because Nate is finally graduating. I am happy to see him getting more and more excited about our next journey. I am really happy cause we are going to be living closer to Nate's side of the family. I mean they mean so much.And we want our Darren boy to get to know his grandparents,his Aunties and Uncles and cousins. I am excited to live in an apartment that we know we'll be staying for a while.Then I can finally put up pictures on the wall,and hang some things that will make our house more like home. I am looking forward in meeting new people and gaining some new friends. I am excited for Darren boy's adventure.&lt;br /&gt;And to end this post on a good note. Here are some pictures of my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lroU01kHosc/TZOvpu-0FcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Fgcgdr7houY/s1600/100_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lroU01kHosc/TZOvpu-0FcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Fgcgdr7houY/s400/100_1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590004694017906114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Darren and his Mongolian friend Pat-bai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vo7ElpGmTw/TZOwEUnLOQI/AAAAAAAAB94/YGqnmIcdVK0/s1600/100_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vo7ElpGmTw/TZOwEUnLOQI/AAAAAAAAB94/YGqnmIcdVK0/s400/100_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590005150795905282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is what happen when I let him be my little helper in the kitchen.Oh by the way he loves rice.A true Filipino I tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k32XdMga-ag/TZOwf3UfYPI/AAAAAAAAB-A/08wKuw9VotQ/s1600/100_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k32XdMga-ag/TZOwf3UfYPI/AAAAAAAAB-A/08wKuw9VotQ/s400/100_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590005623969243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spkSDqEji_M/TZOxMS-5uBI/AAAAAAAAB-I/x20zMg35qFc/s1600/100_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spkSDqEji_M/TZOxMS-5uBI/AAAAAAAAB-I/x20zMg35qFc/s400/100_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590006387309131794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Priceless.I love these pictures of him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7975596491087411939-2646189366329152508?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2646189366329152508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2646189366329152508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2646189366329152508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2646189366329152508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-going-on-in-my-mind-today.html' title='Wha&apos;t going on in my mind today.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lroU01kHosc/TZOvpu-0FcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Fgcgdr7houY/s72-c/100_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4087862731486373091</id><published>2011-03-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:37:56.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYCGSvtcD4s/TYvBLsIbb6I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/X1RFv_wUc3k/s1600/100_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Thursday,already?I think I've been a busy bee lately. Nate has been a lot more busy with school.Which makes a total sense,since he is graduating.Oh yes,he is almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONE &lt;/span&gt;with college. I cannot tell you how happy he is right now. So while I let him do the school work,job hunting,work and other things. I take care of the house, the moving sale stuff, and the packing and of course the little guy. It is pretty stressful and tiring.But it is all good.We just shipped a box this morning which is another thing that I was able to checked out on the checklist. Most of the things that we are selling are sold out and just needs to be picked up by the new owners sometime in the first week of April.So that's good. 3 more weekends and 2 full weekdays and we are out of here. Can you believe it?I mean I know that we have left this place a couple of time during summer on our almost 3 years of marriage.But this time it will be bittersweet cause we are finally leaving,there is no turning back.We are going to say our final good bye to this place.  My home for the last 5 years. Okay, I don't want this to be a sappy post. There's a lot more things to do.We still need to soak up the sun shine and all the other fun things. And since tomorrow is a holiday we have a chance to enjoy the sunshine and just be happy as a family,build some more memories of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this kid is busy too.Way busy that if you don't let him stop your house is going to be a total disaster. But I love him,anyway.He keeps me busy but he also makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7t432XDcwz0/TYu82N5M2cI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kp94ZNAcwFU/s1600/100_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7t432XDcwz0/TYu82N5M2cI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kp94ZNAcwFU/s400/100_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587767402311768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how many times I have said the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt; word in this post? Probably way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love the picture of Darren boo above. He is too funny.I love him&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/7975596491087411939-4087862731486373091?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4087862731486373091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4087862731486373091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4087862731486373091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4087862731486373091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7t432XDcwz0/TYu82N5M2cI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kp94ZNAcwFU/s72-c/100_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2491235660014340218</id><published>2011-03-22T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:24:40.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Darren's favorite place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally found my camera cord.So enjoy some of the pictures of my little rascal. You see the first couple of pictures just right below. My little monkey boy loves hanging on the monkey bars.And let me tell you,he is pretty good at it.He can hold on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq8tGTWITX4/TYhVsWnZveI/AAAAAAAAB7k/j1wWyfoL8Ug/s1600/February-March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq8tGTWITX4/TYhVsWnZveI/AAAAAAAAB7k/j1wWyfoL8Ug/s400/February-March.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586809558226550242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren's favorite place on earth is the play ground. So when we're not home you will most likely see us at the play ground. He dominates that place. He could careless with the bigger kids. He would slide and walk on the bridge, hang on the monkey bars and climb on everything he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT7EmKwuF14/TYhchI5jfjI/AAAAAAAAB88/Spi_cBYNBn8/s1600/100_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT7EmKwuF14/TYhchI5jfjI/AAAAAAAAB88/Spi_cBYNBn8/s400/100_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586817062147423794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgexZvsw97I/TYhYM_ywkfI/AAAAAAAAB8U/sVvOgAL_6bk/s1600/100_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgexZvsw97I/TYhYM_ywkfI/AAAAAAAAB8U/sVvOgAL_6bk/s400/100_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586812318059106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHw0R1EfXho/TYhXzwHRVII/AAAAAAAAB8M/yvkNl8NHf8Q/s1600/100_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHw0R1EfXho/TYhXzwHRVII/AAAAAAAAB8M/yvkNl8NHf8Q/s400/100_1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586811884353442946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7O9GAj357Y/TYhcWEkA4UI/AAAAAAAAB80/2-rkEujzqAQ/s1600/100_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7O9GAj357Y/TYhcWEkA4UI/AAAAAAAAB80/2-rkEujzqAQ/s400/100_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586816872004772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the bigger kids, mostly the ones from the other island would actually take time to play with this little guy. They are fond of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yebHHBMwVQY/TYhXW_zdR8I/AAAAAAAAB7s/bf7C-OHsYcU/s1600/100_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yebHHBMwVQY/TYhXW_zdR8I/AAAAAAAAB7s/bf7C-OHsYcU/s400/100_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586811390349100994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1tbDjYFIKg/TYhXkZapK6I/AAAAAAAAB78/b29oJvHyA1g/s1600/100_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1tbDjYFIKg/TYhXkZapK6I/AAAAAAAAB78/b29oJvHyA1g/s400/100_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586811620562643874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will definitely miss that place.I am sure of it. And I hope that wherever we end up that there's a close by play ground where my little boy could play and be a boy. I would imagine that there is no chance that Darren would be half naked or would run around on his diapers outside of our house once we moved out of this place. Only in TVA.People could care less. And I kind of like it,yah know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's a picture of my handsome little man from yesterday. Can you believe how big he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLOLqO3DLCA/TYhbnkFJSxI/AAAAAAAAB8s/mgqDiMngdoo/s1600/100_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLOLqO3DLCA/TYhbnkFJSxI/AAAAAAAAB8s/mgqDiMngdoo/s400/100_1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586816073011383058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he is just the sweetest little guy.He loves me. And that makes me very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-2491235660014340218?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2491235660014340218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2491235660014340218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2491235660014340218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2491235660014340218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/darrens-favorite-place.html' title='Darren&apos;s favorite place.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq8tGTWITX4/TYhVsWnZveI/AAAAAAAAB7k/j1wWyfoL8Ug/s72-c/February-March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8993746471832879579</id><published>2011-03-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:10:09.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play ground.&lt;br /&gt;2.Admin building (Nate's work place)&lt;br /&gt;3.BYU-H Stake Center&lt;br /&gt;4. Foodland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favorite Movies/TV Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anna and the King&lt;br /&gt;2.Life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Bachelor/Bachelorette&lt;br /&gt;4. The Young Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Favorite smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nate's perfume&lt;br /&gt;2.  Women classy soft perfume (Versace Crystal in particular)&lt;br /&gt;3. grass after the rain (I know I am weird)&lt;br /&gt;4. Freshly folded clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 personal life's motto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It will all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a strong faith in the Lord.  It is not borrowed it is learned through experiences.And have been tested and has gotten stronger through adversaries. I trust in Him with my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;3. Family is the greatest and most priceless possession.&lt;br /&gt;4.Stay healthy.Be happy.Love unselfishly. Serve wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you are next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lois Sparks&lt;br /&gt;2.Stacy Owen&lt;br /&gt;3.Alysha Smith&lt;br /&gt;4.Susan Moore&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/7975596491087411939-8993746471832879579?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8993746471832879579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8993746471832879579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8993746471832879579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8993746471832879579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-play-tag.html' title='Let&apos;s play TAG'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3580435939772754031</id><published>2011-03-15T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T06:24:12.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so weird.It's almost 3 in the morning and I am wide awake. This is very unusual since I don't really have any reason to stay up this late. Darren has been pretty good in sleeping through the night since he was 5 months old.And I don't feel like I really have the luxury to be up around this time of the day.Because tomorrow I will be woken up by a super energetic child who is ready to start the day and play.While me on the other hand would probably be hoping to be in my comfortable bed,wishing to be sound asleep for a little while. I really should go back to bed,but I have been trying to fall asleep since 1am. and until now,no luck.I fell asleep around 10 and got woken up around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway maybe I also have a lot of things going on in my mind. We only have 4 weeks left till we leave this place.I told you before that I am more positive now and have tried not to be too stress. But really now I feel like my emotions are all over the place. The anxiety is creeping in. I know that once Nate found a job it will be a big load lifted off of our shoulder.But we are still on the WAITING GAME. The good news is this afternoon we got a call from this company.Finally,after Nate's long process of submitting a resume to hundreds of companies.Okay maybe I am exaggerating,But the point is he has been really trying his hardest to look for a job.And the fact that we at least got a call back and there is a promising interview makes me a little excited. Not that we are for sure gonna get that job.But at least I know that Nate is not on limbo land and the results of the long hours of preparation to get his resume ready and to job hunt is actually making progress.You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for him. I know that the past few weeks has been such a downer for him. But I also feel like he knows what he's doing and I am confident that this challenging moment will do him good.This challenge will just make our family better.I am sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the anxiety.And even though I may be sad to leave this place. I am even more excited to move on and start a new journey.Be in a place where we can settle at least for a little while. The past year has been such a roller coaster that I feel like we've been leaving in our suitcases for so long. I just barely started feeling like we are settled here,but then again I know that we this is again temporary. I have gained some good friends here.And I will be sad to not be around them.But then again, I am way excited to pass the getting to know stage once we moved in to a new place new ward. I have been thinking of projects and things that I could do once we are settled. I am excited for my little man. He is growing so fast. He is like a copy machine. And though I may not be ready for another time change.Which for sure is going to be tricky.I am excited for Darren to warm up in a different environment. I am excited for my husband.It has been a long time coming. And he will finally be done in college. I am excited for him to begin his career and to do something that he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy Momma! I really am. Even if the worlds makes me sad. The recent happenings in Japan and other things makes my heart aches. But as I look into my little family.And I see the faces of my boys. I always see HOPE. And that is where I draw my strength more than anything else.My belief just proves to me that family is the best source of happiness. And this is what I desire the most in life.To be a wife and be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-3580435939772754031?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3580435939772754031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3580435939772754031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3580435939772754031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3580435939772754031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-156198983974540352</id><published>2011-03-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:22:35.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>When Darren met Darren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CbL9lVs3zA/TX6t0uQQRgI/AAAAAAAAB6M/v7LoDSw2ADA/s1600/100_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CbL9lVs3zA/TX6t0uQQRgI/AAAAAAAAB6M/v7LoDSw2ADA/s400/100_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584091709267002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate's best buddy from the mission Darren Neilson came to Hawaii for a week.And so we got to spend sometime with them.And for the first time our little Darren met the one who is his named after. A little bit of a background.In my family my youngest brother was named after my Dad's best friend from the mission his name is Bruce. On Nate's side of the family Nathan's older brother Doug was named after their Dad's best friend from the mission.And so we kind of kept this little tradition in our little family.Nate would always tell me how much he enjoyed his mission with his best companion Darren Neilson.And how much he had looked up to him as his trainor and as a missionary. And so we feel honored to used his name to name our first boy Darren.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQpsTt7C3MY/TX6t5TXijnI/AAAAAAAAB6U/dO1PcAvQ81o/s1600/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQpsTt7C3MY/TX6t5TXijnI/AAAAAAAAB6U/dO1PcAvQ81o/s400/100_1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584091787949149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway we had so much fun with them. We went to Sunset and eat and the famous Ted's Bakery. We also had a fun time at Bishop's Museum and Teddy's big burger. Lacey is such a sweet person and seriously gorgeous.They are really great couple.And I am happy to meet them and be friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3CGlcko9Nk/TX6uRYl7pAI/AAAAAAAAB6k/7OgntzH25Fs/s1600/100_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3CGlcko9Nk/TX6uRYl7pAI/AAAAAAAAB6k/7OgntzH25Fs/s400/100_1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584092201668551682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6TTJ9fq4ls/TX6vUkWYZ5I/AAAAAAAAB60/-Xz3HHpvKLQ/s1600/100_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6TTJ9fq4ls/TX6vUkWYZ5I/AAAAAAAAB60/-Xz3HHpvKLQ/s400/100_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584093355875788690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an AWESOME weekend. And really I can't wait to meet their little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKqDF_eI38E/TX6umYO-dUI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bxUWxjJyIGA/s1600/100_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKqDF_eI38E/TX6umYO-dUI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bxUWxjJyIGA/s400/100_1047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584092562349520194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;ps:Blog sale coming up.Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-156198983974540352?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/156198983974540352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=156198983974540352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/156198983974540352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/156198983974540352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-darren-met-darren.html' title='When Darren met Darren'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CbL9lVs3zA/TX6t0uQQRgI/AAAAAAAAB6M/v7LoDSw2ADA/s72-c/100_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-982807891466777635</id><published>2011-03-06T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:27:58.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B1KC6D0VLM/TXNAaygZ82I/AAAAAAAAB24/xIwynJty-s4/s1600/220216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B1KC6D0VLM/TXNAaygZ82I/AAAAAAAAB24/xIwynJty-s4/s400/220216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580875192220644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pb7hFzrkAVQ/TXNAVjQFF4I/AAAAAAAAB2w/5z01g65IJHg/s1600/220125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pb7hFzrkAVQ/TXNAVjQFF4I/AAAAAAAAB2w/5z01g65IJHg/s400/220125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580875102226290562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made some home made pizzaria for lunch.No recipe followed just a little experiment. And I am proud to say that it was a hit. Sooo easy and yet so yummy. And tonight I decided to cut my bangs once again. Hubby doesn't like it,he thinks I look Korean.But I like it anyway.Yah know,for a change.&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/7975596491087411939-982807891466777635?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/982807891466777635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=982807891466777635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/982807891466777635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/982807891466777635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B1KC6D0VLM/TXNAaygZ82I/AAAAAAAAB24/xIwynJty-s4/s72-c/220216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-964089119030511427</id><published>2011-03-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:51:31.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning as I was folding our clothes,this little guy decided to dove on to the pile and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbOq8_N_5jA/TXFrJTraLpI/AAAAAAAAB2o/WXfng3WGSnA/s1600/100_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbOq8_N_5jA/TXFrJTraLpI/AAAAAAAAB2o/WXfng3WGSnA/s400/100_1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580359220934094482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EmIR-2KJk/TXFrE3Ju1MI/AAAAAAAAB2g/AHh3MhF8EdY/s1600/100_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EmIR-2KJk/TXFrE3Ju1MI/AAAAAAAAB2g/AHh3MhF8EdY/s400/100_1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580359144557171906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXG6JCKYoJE/TXFq-5P4VFI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/9h4yMKiqFfc/s1600/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXG6JCKYoJE/TXFq-5P4VFI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/9h4yMKiqFfc/s400/100_1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580359042040616018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c0kQkAU1Nw/TXFq5YoWJ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/8Cq8FgejU9U/s1600/100_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLx7e8NeiTA/TXFq1LmFYGI/AAAAAAAAB2I/keYvitoCI_Y/s1600/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLx7e8NeiTA/TXFq1LmFYGI/AAAAAAAAB2I/keYvitoCI_Y/s400/100_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580358875166892130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c0kQkAU1Nw/TXFq5YoWJ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/8Cq8FgejU9U/s1600/100_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c0kQkAU1Nw/TXFq5YoWJ-I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/8Cq8FgejU9U/s400/100_1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580358947385518050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I didn't mind it all. As a matter of fact I enjoyed watching him as he snuggled and played on the pile of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His smile just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY!&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/7975596491087411939-964089119030511427?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/964089119030511427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=964089119030511427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/964089119030511427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/964089119030511427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbOq8_N_5jA/TXFrJTraLpI/AAAAAAAAB2o/WXfng3WGSnA/s72-c/100_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2952493463418929705</id><published>2011-02-28T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:27:17.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Teething and what not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past week Darren has been incredibly fussy and clingy. He also had some random fever that will last for a day and then will just be gone for a couple of days and then back again. His nose has been runny as well. The only thing that would make him calm is his pacifier. Yes, he is one pacifier junkie.Now I realize that it is easier to wean a baby from the pacifier when they are a little younger,cause now it seems to be impossible.And really what kind of a mother will I be if I take the one thing that makes my baby happy at this painful moment of TEETHING. Yesterday my neighbor Andrea told me that Oragel works miracles and so I gave it a try.And lo and behold Darren seems to be back to normal. Well maybe I am exaggerating. It is not really that bad overall there are still times where he would want to go outside and play. But not for very long,which is very unusual. Today he seems to be much better. Which makes me very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be March 1st,that gives us a month and eleven days before our big move. I must admit sadness seems to be kicking in. But I don't want this to be a very sad post. I really would want to enjoy our last month here in this lovely island where our life as husband and wife began. But I think the fact that we don't know where we are going,makes it quite impossible. But to be honest I am trying to not be too stress about it. This is the time that I need to be stronger and more positive for my husband's sake, cause I know how stress and down he is at this point. I like the lesson in the Relief Society yesterday about the talk of President Monson on Gratitude. Our teacher shared her friend's email message to her.And really I could not say it in a much better way so I would just share it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Trials are a tricky thing.They are hard some are devastating and sad,but I have desperately needed every one of them.My trials have taught me patience.My trials have taught me trust.My trials have taught me unconditional love.My trials have kept me close to God. I am a better person because I have experienced the things I have. Because of my trials I celebrate all of my blessings. I can so easily recognize now the smallest to the largest of my blessings.And I am in constant awe of how much God in heaven loves me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every single word that she said. It has helped me so much to be more positive. It is such a confirmation to me that God is really in control. To be honest, I know that the challenge that I am facing right now is really not that bad compare to other people's problems. Even though I must admit that this challenge of not knowing where to go and what we'll be doing right after graduation always brings me to my knees. I guess since I am a control freak.It is such a big deal to me to know and to at least have control of what the future holds for me and my family. And I know that I have NO CONTROL, AND NO POWER whatsoever. And so I am continuously learning to recognize the power from above. It humbles me in so many ways. I learned to trust HIM wholeheartedly and just do my part the best way I know how. And really I hope that I am doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful and couldn't say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MONDAY!&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/7975596491087411939-2952493463418929705?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2952493463418929705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2952493463418929705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2952493463418929705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2952493463418929705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/teething-and-what-not.html' title='Teething and what not'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7740072734390294109</id><published>2011-02-24T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:57:32.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>My DAREEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ew_NM3MoiE/TWdeYqRrfXI/AAAAAAAAB2A/cBDV6q7brQo/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ew_NM3MoiE/TWdeYqRrfXI/AAAAAAAAB2A/cBDV6q7brQo/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577530441279962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Darren was still a little tiny baby, I vividly remember wishing and dreaming of the day when he can just play with me and just be a fun little boy. And the day finally came. My little baby is now becoming more and more like a big boy.I know he is not so BIG yet but there are days when I try to imagine his tiny body in my arms as I cradled him at night. Now he is at the stage where he talks so much (gibber gabber), he is so full of energy. Since when did my sweet baby become a WILD CHILD. This kid is all over the place, strong willed and FEARLESS. And I tell you there are days when he tries to test my patience.I swear his tantrums drives me crazy sometimes, I don't know where he got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those moments are nothing.Because overall he is a happy baby.He is perfect for me. The apple of my eye.The sunshine of my soul. And really I do believe that he deserves a momma who is willing to do good and be better for him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is our pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you little Darren.Thanks for being YOU.&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/7975596491087411939-7740072734390294109?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7740072734390294109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7740072734390294109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7740072734390294109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7740072734390294109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dareen.html' title='My DAREEN'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ew_NM3MoiE/TWdeYqRrfXI/AAAAAAAAB2A/cBDV6q7brQo/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7697799611425426264</id><published>2011-02-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:11:47.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate'/><title type='text'>One of those moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yw4KZOeNqI/TWXMP945t4I/AAAAAAAAB1w/9CFRRGDOPSU/s1600/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yw4KZOeNqI/TWXMP945t4I/AAAAAAAAB1w/9CFRRGDOPSU/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577088288251557762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Winter 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XIXPXl8bAGk/TWXHlJEGNmI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Db2-LlAzLJY/s1600/100_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last stretch of school has always been kind of stressful.At least it was for me 2 years ago and it is now for Nate. A couple of nights ago as we were laying in bed we kind of started talking. At first it was all about some random stuff that we laughed about. Then it turned out to be one of the most special conversation that I had with him.Don't get me wrong we always talk.I love talking to my best friend all the time. But there is always one of those intimate moments where you share those intimate feelings. Moments when you talk about things that matters to both of you. Things that hasn't been said in a while.Things that reminds you of the reason why you married that person in the first place. Things that makes you strive to be better.And to look in the future in a better perspective,simply because you are not facing it alone. Loads that seems to be much lighter because you were able to lift it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we cried,we cuddled and I think we fell asleep in the midst of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I had that conversation. I needed it as much as he did. And I am so thankful to share those tender feelings with the man I promised to be with FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love him.&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/7975596491087411939-7697799611425426264?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7697799611425426264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7697799611425426264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7697799611425426264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7697799611425426264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-of-those-moments.html' title='One of those moments'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yw4KZOeNqI/TWXMP945t4I/AAAAAAAAB1w/9CFRRGDOPSU/s72-c/IMG_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5878878673368845735</id><published>2011-02-17T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:42:36.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>UT-GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And you think California girls were hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/84u5k4bboU4" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&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/7975596491087411939-5878878673368845735?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5878878673368845735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5878878673368845735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5878878673368845735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5878878673368845735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/ut-girls.html' title='UT-GIRLS'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/84u5k4bboU4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8583804259065063173</id><published>2011-02-15T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:41:42.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My not so expensive Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Valentines Day I took the matter into my own hands.Since Nate and I started dating got engaged and then now married we never really make it a big deal.I mean we don't go fancy and all out. Of course there's the usual flowers and chocolates from the hubby which I truly loved. But this time I made sure that my man got a more special treatment from yours truly. Yah know just to make him feel more special and loved. Because he deserves it. I made him breakfast not the usual cereal and milk. And since we are now both hooked once again into The Bachelor I asked my friend to gave him a heart shape box of chocolate,a short letter that says "Will you accept this Rose?" and gave him one rose.Take note this all happens when he was at work.I know it sounds so mushy but I just felt like doing it and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some mexican dinner.This time to make it a little more special we had appetizer (baked nachos), main dish (home made chicken burrito) and for dessert (brownies and sundae).We had a little FHE and then watched The Bachelor while we eat our yummy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friend is my not so expensive Valentine. And it may not be fancy,but who says that it has to be fancy for it to be special,right? What matters is how you spend it and who you spend it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I have my boys my heart is just full of love.And even if at the end of the day my body was tired from all the cooking and attending to my little Darren. It is all good.Because I did a labor of LOVE.And that is all that matters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snlolp_KLig/TVr_aQG856I/AAAAAAAAB1g/95nhF5IMDgk/s1600/100_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snlolp_KLig/TVr_aQG856I/AAAAAAAAB1g/95nhF5IMDgk/s400/100_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574048315290216354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this year I also got some balloon from the hubby.And it is my favorite.Why because Darren loves balloons and it's a monkey balloon which reminds me of our monkey love to our Monkey boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I liked that Michelle got kicked out from the last episode of The BACHELOR.It's about time. And Emily I think is such a beautiful lady.And Oh Chantal you made me really nervous,I was also rooting for you but you almost blew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next episode.&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/7975596491087411939-8583804259065063173?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8583804259065063173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8583804259065063173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8583804259065063173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8583804259065063173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-not-so-expensive-valentine.html' title='My not so expensive Valentine'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snlolp_KLig/TVr_aQG856I/AAAAAAAAB1g/95nhF5IMDgk/s72-c/100_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1654248652055003715</id><published>2011-02-14T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:15:33.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love Explosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGpKRuQwWJM/TVn21yH8F1I/AAAAAAAAB0w/RAuQArIoSsw/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGpKRuQwWJM/TVn21yH8F1I/AAAAAAAAB0w/RAuQArIoSsw/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573757417696270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHRpfEVJE_s/TVn3C6hvo0I/AAAAAAAAB04/AtBC--fmN18/s1600/DSC03726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHRpfEVJE_s/TVn3C6hvo0I/AAAAAAAAB04/AtBC--fmN18/s400/DSC03726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573757643290288962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo5j90dIx2o/TVn3K-hMNhI/AAAAAAAAB1A/c_kG_Cu2skc/s1600/DSC03803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo5j90dIx2o/TVn3K-hMNhI/AAAAAAAAB1A/c_kG_Cu2skc/s400/DSC03803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573757781800662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4v0cpccj6s/TVn32HdROEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Nr50IZotIHs/s1600/Taylor%2B%252813%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4v0cpccj6s/TVn32HdROEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Nr50IZotIHs/s400/Taylor%2B%252813%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573758522934507586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SJoXrV6r38/TVr5erak2hI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/KMUDZP0SV4o/s1600/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SJoXrV6r38/TVr5erak2hI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/KMUDZP0SV4o/s400/100_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574041794269993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-1654248652055003715?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1654248652055003715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1654248652055003715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1654248652055003715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1654248652055003715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-explosion.html' title='Love Explosion'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGpKRuQwWJM/TVn21yH8F1I/AAAAAAAAB0w/RAuQArIoSsw/s72-c/IMG_1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4015748820854005781</id><published>2011-02-10T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:34:19.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>ME,NATE AND THE BACHELOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so Nate knows that I've always been a big fan of the The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, except Ali's season. So anyway I think I got him hooked in the show and hated it in the end when Jason dumped Melissa on National Television.Since then we never watched the show together. But this season of The Bachelor seems pretty interesting.So last week on a Tuesday night Nate got no homework that needs to be done that day (thank goodness,he finally got a break he seems to be always hanging out in the library these days) and so I made him watched The Bachelor with me. BWAHAHAHA! Of course by the end of the show he still said that he's not interested and it's garbage yada..yada..yada.. But I cannot believe that he kept on talking about how crazy Michelle was and how he hated Ali being overly dramatic and all,even after we said our prayers and got ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Tuesday night after his done with homework he asked if I watched the show on Monday and here's how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: Babe have you seen the latest episode of the Bachelor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes kind of.I had a bad headache so I didn't really pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;Nate:We should watch it then.&lt;br /&gt;Me:I thought you hate that show.&lt;br /&gt;Nate: I know but I am watching it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sam:Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAH!I think somebody is getting hook again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wouldn't get hook,right? After the famous line of crazy Michelle that says&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "All I can do is be myself and be patient.And hope that Chantal gets attacked by monkey.....or apes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,who would say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-4015748820854005781?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4015748820854005781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4015748820854005781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4015748820854005781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4015748820854005781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/menate-and-bachelor.html' title='ME,NATE AND THE BACHELOR'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1443768397689049891</id><published>2011-01-31T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:38:07.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUur4BT0YQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Sw4GFkYyTWQ/s1600/180323_10150144681848593_609413592_7888206_3325215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUur4BT0YQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Sw4GFkYyTWQ/s400/180323_10150144681848593_609413592_7888206_3325215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569734343086334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUusCRcHxbI/AAAAAAAABzY/nCILLQXXjpw/s1600/180075_10150144682013593_609413592_7888215_3986309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUusCRcHxbI/AAAAAAAABzY/nCILLQXXjpw/s400/180075_10150144682013593_609413592_7888215_3986309_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569734519214818738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUusJBu58rI/AAAAAAAABzg/ol-ApcBmTdQ/s1600/179491_10150144682093593_609413592_7888218_5696438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUusJBu58rI/AAAAAAAABzg/ol-ApcBmTdQ/s400/179491_10150144682093593_609413592_7888218_5696438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569734635257721522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Darren you are the sunshine of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so freakin love you my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUe49B1HhDI/AAAAAAAAByU/cj_EZUzFEd8/s1600/100_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1443768397689049891?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1443768397689049891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1443768397689049891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1443768397689049891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1443768397689049891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUur4BT0YQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Sw4GFkYyTWQ/s72-c/180323_10150144681848593_609413592_7888206_3325215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1601971915892567897</id><published>2011-01-29T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:09:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUS5mNJPBuI/AAAAAAAABxU/zVNdMcK223I/s1600/100_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUS5mNJPBuI/AAAAAAAABxU/zVNdMcK223I/s400/100_0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567779105351337698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made some yummy banana bread (thanks for the recipe Sheila). And now I am off to the beach with my boys.Life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY SATURDAY!&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-1601971915892567897?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1601971915892567897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1601971915892567897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1601971915892567897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1601971915892567897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/made-some-yummy-banana-bread-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUS5mNJPBuI/AAAAAAAABxU/zVNdMcK223I/s72-c/100_0787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8374671968570811831</id><published>2011-01-26T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:40:12.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today is better than tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUHW5t-odNI/AAAAAAAABxE/5DF4B9ba3J8/s1600/100_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUHW5t-odNI/AAAAAAAABxE/5DF4B9ba3J8/s400/100_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566966901489824978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was another ordinary day in our lovely abode.Darren and I both enjoyed some extra time with Nate this morning before he went to work. Darren's personality is really coming out. He is a pretty smart boy I tell you. His vocabulary is of course getting better and better everyday. Though some people would totally not understand.But yes Mothers do know and understand her child no matter what. So even if its  gibberish or a tantrum,still I do understand. Now he is enjoying football and basketball.I am dead serious.I will post some videos later to prove it. Oh the influence of a father.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that it's almost February.I mean come on,Where did the time go?I still remember getting presents for my little guy to open for his birthday and Christmas. And here's another thing,I still vividly remember the time when I used to just hold my boy and enjoyed watching him trying to roll over.And now,he is already walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that time goes fast when you're watching a growing baby that always has some new tricks to show.You count the months and then the year and then the months in a year.You make sure to remember and record every milestones,new teeth that comes out and what not. Of course you look forward to tomorrow but mostly you just want to live every moment and sometimes you even want the time to stop so you can at least cuddle your baby some more. At least this is true in my case. With that said, I do believe that living in the present is the best thing that you could ever do in your entire life. Living at the moment is what I have been telling myself all the time.It keeps me sane.BIG TIME! I worry about the future.As a matter of fact the closer we are to graduation my stress level is also getting higher. But I try my hardest to not dwell on it too much. Because my son needs me to focus in the now. And my husband doesn't need a stressful wife by his side. He need someone who is willing to comfort and support him in this stressful time.So you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday as I was talking with the sisters in our ward,one sister told me that she couldn't believe her friend when her friend said that the only reason why they're not having another kid is because there's not enough room in the house. According to her the house is a 3 bedroom and they got two kids already.Which in her case made it quite a full house. I do not judge her at all cost.I believe that it is her decision.After all it's her life.For us living in a small TVA apartment in the little town of Laie as poor college students with a family of our own are a different story. First of all our apartment is good for us.I love that I don't have to clean a lot. I love that there's a room for me and hubby and Darren has his own. I love the simplicity of it.Basically I love everything about it. Yes, at the back of my mind I am dreaming of a real house, someday. Someday, I know it will happen.Sometimes I even dream of becoming a successful career woman. and make used of my bachelors degree.I even want to get a masters degree.I don't know if that will ever happen because as you all know I am a stay at home mom.And I am not saying that being a housewife is such an unfortunate duty. I don't think of a housewife any less.In fact I feel very grateful for being a stay at home mom.I am glad that I am where I am supposed to be at this point in my life.In every milestones and every teaching moment for my child,I know I am here for him. And even if my time is mostly divided between hubby,baby,chores at the end of the day I know I am way more happier than I could ever be.Like I said earlier I want to live every moment of the present. I will continue to dream,no doubt about that.But for now I am going to live the dream with two of the most BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE on the planet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my boys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8374671968570811831?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8374671968570811831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8374671968570811831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8374671968570811831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8374671968570811831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-better-than-tomorrow.html' title='Today is better than tomorrow.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TUHW5t-odNI/AAAAAAAABxE/5DF4B9ba3J8/s72-c/100_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7604867605216209360</id><published>2011-01-19T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:16:32.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There are so many animals to see at the Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Come along so Elmo and friends can show them&lt;br /&gt;to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sesame Beginnings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecZ1QsXoI/AAAAAAAABw8/XR-mznGg_ok/s1600/100_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecZ1QsXoI/AAAAAAAABw8/XR-mznGg_ok/s400/100_0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087832247295618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecPzsMjdI/AAAAAAAABw0/xjFuUjtXU-w/s1600/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecPzsMjdI/AAAAAAAABw0/xjFuUjtXU-w/s400/100_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087660027088338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have mentioned before how much he loves to read. And he totally loves it when I read to him about the animals and make some animals sounds. And since my boy is becoming more and more aware about the idea of animals and is delighted every time he sees one. I decided to take him to the ZOO one Saturday. And oh boy Darren just totally enjoyed everything about that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTeb06zAyvI/AAAAAAAABwc/k1T1236Q7nw/s1600/100_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTeb06zAyvI/AAAAAAAABwc/k1T1236Q7nw/s400/100_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087198078257906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first he was a little scared to pet the goat but he came around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTeb8UvsQ2I/AAAAAAAABwk/krZvQU0_Kgc/s1600/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTeb8UvsQ2I/AAAAAAAABwk/krZvQU0_Kgc/s1600/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTeb8UvsQ2I/AAAAAAAABwk/krZvQU0_Kgc/s400/100_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087325302735714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebuQJeQ3I/AAAAAAAABwU/hxs_caIrUEI/s1600/100_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebuQJeQ3I/AAAAAAAABwU/hxs_caIrUEI/s400/100_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087083550524274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebl3IAPJI/AAAAAAAABwM/55Xbima5qHw/s1600/100_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebl3IAPJI/AAAAAAAABwM/55Xbima5qHw/s400/100_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564086939394522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebfFaUeII/AAAAAAAABwE/LcreN1eI6_Y/s1600/100_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTebfFaUeII/AAAAAAAABwE/LcreN1eI6_Y/s400/100_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564086822970357890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecD8oTM0I/AAAAAAAABws/LfEWc82c60Y/s1600/100_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above picture is my favorite. He couldn't decide wether to wait or to chase the goat. AAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecD8oTM0I/AAAAAAAABws/LfEWc82c60Y/s1600/100_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecD8oTM0I/AAAAAAAABws/LfEWc82c60Y/s400/100_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564087456268235586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-7604867605216209360?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7604867605216209360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7604867605216209360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7604867605216209360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7604867605216209360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/zoo.html' title='ZOO'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTecZ1QsXoI/AAAAAAAABw8/XR-mznGg_ok/s72-c/100_0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8383665190950537790</id><published>2011-01-18T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:07:13.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I am busy with my boys here in the island.I can't help but feel so very grateful to have been able to receive emails from my brothers who are serving their mission for our &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; from time to time. It feels so good to learn about their testimony and their growth in the mission.And often times they know the exact things to say to make you become spiritually uplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4NdG__kI/AAAAAAAABvM/PlLixsN3hvM/s1600/76432_460041046630_564616630_6091085_2634789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4NdG__kI/AAAAAAAABvM/PlLixsN3hvM/s400/76432_460041046630_564616630_6091085_2634789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563696193466269250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Elder N. Pipit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4YJhWSOI/AAAAAAAABvU/StBQdMN6je4/s1600/163181_487240869226_611304226_6123636_1552105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4YJhWSOI/AAAAAAAABvU/StBQdMN6je4/s400/163181_487240869226_611304226_6123636_1552105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563696377186633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Elder B. Pipit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was checking my facebook this morning I saw some recent pictures of the rest of my family.And it just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4-VB5q6I/AAAAAAAABvc/6wbP_SO-tIA/s1600/163883_488979101630_564616630_6531769_5715423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4-VB5q6I/AAAAAAAABvc/6wbP_SO-tIA/s400/163883_488979101630_564616630_6531769_5715423_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563697033110989730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dad,Mom,sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY5N3RDLpI/AAAAAAAABvk/J_s9GbpRbkU/s1600/163883_488979096630_564616630_6531768_5116556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY5N3RDLpI/AAAAAAAABvk/J_s9GbpRbkU/s400/163883_488979096630_564616630_6531768_5116556_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563697299999370898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my parents are the cutest thing.They are so very in love as if they are just newlyweds on their honeymoon. Oh I couldn't not get over this picture. I want Nate and I to be just like these two love birds even we get old and fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY6zCoezMI/AAAAAAAABv0/2knlGQhIWMc/s1600/162597_1762699354647_1453994780_1941242_618328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY6zCoezMI/AAAAAAAABv0/2knlGQhIWMc/s400/162597_1762699354647_1453994780_1941242_618328_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563699038217227458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the post won't be complete without my little monkey boy. He is growing way too fast. Still hates wearing slippers. He is just full of energy. He started talking more still gibberish though. But it's alright. And he is just the sweetest thing.He loves to cuddle with me,loves to read,which I do like A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today.Off to watch The Bachelor while my boy takes his nap.&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/7975596491087411939-8383665190950537790?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8383665190950537790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8383665190950537790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8383665190950537790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8383665190950537790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-tuesday.html' title='Oh Tuesday!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TTY4NdG__kI/AAAAAAAABvM/PlLixsN3hvM/s72-c/76432_460041046630_564616630_6091085_2634789_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6779217002790312368</id><published>2011-01-10T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:00:23.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Photos of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurUzckmJI/AAAAAAAABvE/hYbPRzpYt-Y/s1600/144308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurUzckmJI/AAAAAAAABvE/hYbPRzpYt-Y/s400/144308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726538814789778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurSDbrVcI/AAAAAAAABu8/fqSup4J3Ur8/s1600/144330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurSDbrVcI/AAAAAAAABu8/fqSup4J3Ur8/s400/144330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726491566396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurPF6HDTI/AAAAAAAABu0/qjtRQEsR5pQ/s1600/144344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurPF6HDTI/AAAAAAAABu0/qjtRQEsR5pQ/s400/144344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726440691305778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurL4n0e0I/AAAAAAAABus/hwsx5R_GkXM/s1600/144418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurL4n0e0I/AAAAAAAABus/hwsx5R_GkXM/s400/144418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726385585322818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurIdMDuUI/AAAAAAAABuk/WZ4zf9nBfBo/s1600/144421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurIdMDuUI/AAAAAAAABuk/WZ4zf9nBfBo/s400/144421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726326681516354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurE_x-w8I/AAAAAAAABuc/eKGyZYcy6hs/s1600/144427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurE_x-w8I/AAAAAAAABuc/eKGyZYcy6hs/s400/144427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726267247903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurBVeTjgI/AAAAAAAABuU/3PPGJnDrR1U/s1600/144428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurBVeTjgI/AAAAAAAABuU/3PPGJnDrR1U/s400/144428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726204351483394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's raining.It's pouring.But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY RAINY MONDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-6779217002790312368?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6779217002790312368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6779217002790312368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6779217002790312368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6779217002790312368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/photos-of-day.html' title='Photos of the Day!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSurUzckmJI/AAAAAAAABvE/hYbPRzpYt-Y/s72-c/144308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8786874544802940181</id><published>2011-01-08T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:20:06.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Darren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSjQkl5fYDI/AAAAAAAABuM/7Qs7rOcxMto/s1600/164084_522584086039_89800957_30964332_3307044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSjQkl5fYDI/AAAAAAAABuM/7Qs7rOcxMto/s400/164084_522584086039_89800957_30964332_3307044_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559923067055988786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Darren boy you melt my heart.Remember the other day when we were both laying in bed and you let me sing to you for quite sometime. I remember your giggles and how much I adore your sweet smile. You let me cuddle you FOR A WHILE before I put you down for your afternoon nap. I know you love me so dearly.You let me feel it in every moment of everyday. Especially now that your Dad is away for the weekend.You probably know that I am missing him already and you probably miss him too. And here you are being a big boy looking after me making sure that I am happy and I am feeling LOVED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh sweet boy.I hope you stay like this FOREVER. You are growing and becoming more independent.Walking here and there playing.But I love it when you still look for me and let me play with you. I love how you pat me on the back when I try to sing to you before I put you down at night. You know me very well.You know how to make me really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hearts are locked together. You and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that the time will come and you will grow and become a fine young man.But I hope that you won't forget that you were once my baby.And will always be.FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUGS&amp;amp;KISSES,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8786874544802940181?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8786874544802940181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8786874544802940181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8786874544802940181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8786874544802940181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/darren_08.html' title='Darren'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSjQkl5fYDI/AAAAAAAABuM/7Qs7rOcxMto/s72-c/164084_522584086039_89800957_30964332_3307044_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8834516035281091655</id><published>2011-01-06T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:30:15.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>FOOD.THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL DAY LOOONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was on the internet searching for some healthy meals that I could make for my little guy.You see even though I like to cook I am not really the best at it. And I noticed that our family diet are mostly consist of meat/rice/pasta and very minimal fruits and veggies. Now I feel like something has gotta change. I never thought that it will be quite a challenge to prepare meals for a growing boy. I thought it will be a lot easier now that he is kind of a toddler yah know.When we said goodbye to baby foods and formula and baby snack. Woah!What the heck was I thinking?Now I actually need to be more conscious on the kind of meals that I prepare for my little family. I mostly find myself running out of options. Mind you I am actually pretty easy.I like it simple too many ingredients and lengthy process kind of scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have any ideas?Internet site that I could go to.Will you let me know?Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way I told you that I was searching online right?And I got into this one site (link-I decided  to keep it confidential)maybe some Mothers find it helpful so I don't want to start a chain of hate mail/comments etc.Back to my thoughts about the site. Sad to say I was really disappointed on the kind of menus/recipes that they are offering to the Mums out there.To think that the title was "Healthy Kid Meals Makeover." It was poorly thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not so accustomed to junk foods.Even though I love them. I grew up in a family of Healthy eater.So you can imagine. As much as I love easy meals (that do not consist of much nutrients part of my system keep on telling me that I should know better than that. Like I can hear my Mother telling me "SAM WRONG CHOICE.YOU SHOULD ALWAYS TRY TO EAT HEALTHY."Every meals are consists of fruits and vegetables and the varieties and process are well thought of and prepared. I gave credits to my AWESOME Grandma who was in-charge of the meal plan. Before when my grandma was still younger she used to be the main  cook (because she wanted to and that was her specialty).And oh boy I was in HEAVEN.Her foods were the best.And then later on my grandma became the planner then our house helper or my mother became in-charge on how to make it all happen. But mind you my grandma was very meticulous so she was always there to observe and guide the cook.In the kitchen she was the BOSS.Oh how I miss the home-cooked meal prepared by Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was used to having fresh of everything. Varities of fruits that are totally delicious and citrucy i&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s this even a word&lt;/span&gt;. Anway,maybe I just miss home.And sorry for the lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know that your thoughts and suggestions will be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS:I am not too strict. Please don't think that I am so anal about food preparations (like a hard core trying to be overly healthy conscious all the way).I am not really like that.I just got used to meals back home and preparing meals here in the land where I don't find the ingredients from back home makes it harder. Well I take it back.There are actually ingredients I just don't know how to make them and I am afraid to try cause I don't want to get disappointed.I'd rather try meals that are totally new to my taste so I don't have to compare them to the meals that I wasa used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy simple meal that is good and healthy that would make my family happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;HAPPY THURSDAY!&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-8834516035281091655?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8834516035281091655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8834516035281091655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8834516035281091655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8834516035281091655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/foodthinking-about-you-all-day-looong.html' title='FOOD.THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL DAY LOOONG!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6690494498861734522</id><published>2011-01-01T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:14:01.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>01.01.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;Welcome to 2011.Oh 2010 you have been so good to us. We were able to enjoy the year with families and friends. Darren was able to see both sides of the family except for my one brother. So so many memories that I truly cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure begins! Our first stop was to Utah.And it was such a fun time with Nate's side of the family. The trip wouldn't be complete without our little trip to the Cougar Stadium. Yes,they were already teaching Darren boy how to be a true blue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Cougar&lt;/span&gt;! It was a little cold for us since we are so used to the tropical weather in Hawaii.First time to experience snow when we drove up to the Mountain.And I thought it was pretty cool. Also, just hanging out and being with the family was just a great way to start the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we flew to Utah we knew that we were going to Texas for Nate's summer sales job. Little did we know that there were better plans for us.We instead ended up on the very far east with only one car which was packed with our whole life. It was quite a crazy ride.But we managed.Well we survived it all. Looking back I know I have had some moments where I just wanted to pause for a while and sometimes I even started thinking of going back to Hawaii.But I know it was impossible.We gotta endure what we've started. And in those four months we were tried as a family. But we finished the summer with flying colors.And in those four months we have made so many wonderful memories. And we have enjoyed our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGR8OWD6ZI/AAAAAAAABts/FYTyVppzbQI/s1600/4-10%2BApril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGR8OWD6ZI/AAAAAAAABts/FYTyVppzbQI/s400/4-10%2BApril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557883878980708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we came back here we had a grand vacation in the Philippines. And it was such a fun,awesome,memorable moment. I am glad Darren was able to meet his grandparents and Uncle and Auntie as well as some of our relatives. We enjoyed the Philippines.And I am so glad we were able to sacrifice to make this trip possible.Thanks to my wonderful hardworking husband. My parents fell in love with their first grandchild even more, the first time they saw him at the airport.Like I said before it was a sweet reunion and I could still remember it up to this very moment. It was kind of weird going back to the place where I left as an immature teenager and then coming back as a wife and a mother of one adorable little boy. I guess that's life right?We grow,we mature we age.And it is all good. You know why?cause this LIFE is such an exceptional journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life is a one great ride. Filled with love,joy and great experiences. And the year 2010 has been a whole lotta fun,I tell yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGYmX_zPmI/AAAAAAAABt0/vOCXWmFKbCw/s1600/5%2Band%2Bup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGYmX_zPmI/AAAAAAAABt0/vOCXWmFKbCw/s400/5%2Band%2Bup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557891200195968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren's birthday is probably one of the highlights of the year 2010 in our family. It has been an AWESOME one year of Motherhood. Darren knows how to have fun I tell you that.He is a trooper.And I am so happy to have such a fun calm and content baby.A real trooper. He's been through 10 plane rides this whole year.And he did a good job.He didn't make a fuzz or anything. Top it off with multiple cross country ride. From Utah to Texas, then from Texas to Ohio.Ohio to Pennsylvania and then back to Ohio and finally ended up in a small town called MARIETTA Pennsylvania. (The life of a summer sales family). I wouldn't change a thing though.It was quite a challenge but Darren is a good baby and my husband is just as AWESOME as can be.So I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGRjMROxfI/AAAAAAAABtk/iXjcwCyMmTE/s1600/Darren%2527s%2B1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGRjMROxfI/AAAAAAAABtk/iXjcwCyMmTE/s400/Darren%2527s%2B1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557883448926848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started sitting,then crawling,then he learned to stand up on his own.And one day he finally started to walk.So many milestones in a span of a year of life.It seems like a small deal in the eternal scheme of things but really all of those milestones is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG DEAL&lt;/span&gt; to me, to us his parents.. All the little things brought such joy into our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we ended the year with the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGMqq5MOKI/AAAAAAAABtc/HMDGwV6K8Hs/s1600/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGMqq5MOKI/AAAAAAAABtc/HMDGwV6K8Hs/s400/x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557878079848462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Ka'ena point with some friends. It was a little hike.We had fun soaking up all the sun that we can since it has been quite a gloomy weather the last few days.My little Darren boy loves the water so much.He is not afraid of the water at all. He would walk up to it and position himself on the shallow part so he can splash and play. Oh what a happy baby he is. And the view was totally breathtaking. The mountains and the ocean was just a glorious scene to behold. We might come back and try to go on the very far end point. (Like literally the very far end of the island of Oahu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes,I am looking forward to another year. Another year to grow,live and experience what life has enstored for us. Maybe another baby this year,moving forward and facing the real life out of TVA. Looking forward for more Darren moments which I love A LOT. And growing old with my MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSI4615zDNI/AAAAAAAABuE/dgHU_BhRPsM/s1600/0037Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSI4615zDNI/AAAAAAAABuE/dgHU_BhRPsM/s400/0037Taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558067473681681618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS:My hubby gave me the cutest little card and the sweetest letter this new year. And I gotta tell you it is the best way to start the year.Love him so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-6690494498861734522?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6690494498861734522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6690494498861734522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6690494498861734522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6690494498861734522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2011/01/010111.html' title='01.01.11'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TSGR8OWD6ZI/AAAAAAAABts/FYTyVppzbQI/s72-c/4-10%2BApril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5254043275801424530</id><published>2010-12-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:20:15.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Never too late.Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wow it's been a while! I haven't really been into blogging mood lately.Sometimes I even think of just totally abandoning this blog.And even if I have readers or not, the thought of escaping seems a little unfair for myself.Maybe because this little space of mine in the Cyber world is just so darn special to me.Maybe because I have shared some intimate feelings and venting,and thoughts that are important to me. And maybe just maybe this little spot is where I remember tender moments about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is always busy...busy..busy..Darren's birthday was awesome.Simple just the way we wanted it to be. And he sure had a blast.I am sure of it. I love him.And really I couldn't believe that he is a toddler.But he still looks like a baby to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbfwJx0dzI/AAAAAAAABsc/qbd-C_dn3jQ/s1600/100_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbfwJx0dzI/AAAAAAAABsc/qbd-C_dn3jQ/s400/100_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554873208759678770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My monkey enjoying his birthday on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbfgwSLaxI/AAAAAAAABsU/4b78R0H6eUE/s1600/100_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbfgwSLaxI/AAAAAAAABsU/4b78R0H6eUE/s400/100_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554872944218041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy birthday baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation also happened a few days after Darren's birthday. And it is just so sad to say goodbyes to some good friends.I really do miss them. Like A LOT. But I am so excited for them as they step into the real world and start a new chapter of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbg9NM_iRI/AAAAAAAABsk/3xJe5kWheoQ/s1600/163671_472049587580_547392580_6325007_2749421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbg9NM_iRI/AAAAAAAABsk/3xJe5kWheoQ/s400/163671_472049587580_547392580_6325007_2749421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874532528883986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAPPY GRADUATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbhmLjUNUI/AAAAAAAABs0/E28EFTTvMuw/s1600/100_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbhmLjUNUI/AAAAAAAABs0/E28EFTTvMuw/s400/100_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554875236460279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darren had to say good-bye to his girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas was simple but we truly enjoyed our laid back Hawaiian Christmas Holiday. We spent our Christmas Eve in Town.We went to the Waikiki Aqaurium. And we also had a nice dinner with friends at Romano's Macaroni grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbmvWOPVwI/AAAAAAAABs8/BYQISRyBckM/s1600/100_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbmvWOPVwI/AAAAAAAABs8/BYQISRyBckM/s400/100_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554880891501631234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The greatest gift I ever received.My boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I decided that we would watch ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE every evening of Christmas Eve. Has anybody seen that movie?It's a great movie.Darren enjoyed opening his presents on Christmas morning.And I am glad that Nate was able to capture the moment and was able to video it for memory sake. After the opening of the presents.Nate read the story of the birth of Christ. Good family tradition, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbpGuAEyZI/AAAAAAAABtU/kqZFZAJnZYM/s1600/100_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbpGuAEyZI/AAAAAAAABtU/kqZFZAJnZYM/s400/100_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554883492044917138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time Nate has been asking me on what I want for Christmas so that we can open a present. But I couldn't think of any. I love clothes and perfume and other pretty little things that woman loves. But I didn't feel like buying anything. I enjoyed the time buying presents for Darren.And I was very glad that Nate was able to pick something he wants for Christmas. But I feel so complete and so content that I don't feel the need of getting a present. I am happy and I am grateful.We are healthy,we may not have much but we have each other and we have everything that we need.We have good friends.We have a strong support system which is our family. And we have the gospel where we draw strength,faith and hope. And that to me is a COMPLETE AND AWESOME CHRISTMAS GIFT.I really couldn't not ask for a better Christmas present. My life is wonderful.And because of that I am truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-5254043275801424530?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5254043275801424530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5254043275801424530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5254043275801424530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5254043275801424530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-too-latemerry-christmas.html' title='Never too late.Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TRbfwJx0dzI/AAAAAAAABsc/qbd-C_dn3jQ/s72-c/100_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6088178889862096881</id><published>2010-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:44:03.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Yesterday 12.16.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARREN PIPIT TAYLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwcwFlp5-I/AAAAAAAABr8/tfF-ACg49dE/s1600/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwcgdGnJCI/AAAAAAAABr0/QquYVgQxE2w/s400/13weeks%2BD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551843784534729762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwb4mszrHI/AAAAAAAABrk/QPYF4Z7haG4/s1600/8weeks%2Bafter%2Bbath%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwbkj4GPCI/AAAAAAAABrc/vW1xhvfXPoM/s1600/Edited%2BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwbkj4GPCI/AAAAAAAABrc/vW1xhvfXPoM/s400/Edited%2BD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551842755560750114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwbLlieqmI/AAAAAAAABrU/PigQR5oeBPY/s1600/IMG00421-20100413-0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwbLlieqmI/AAAAAAAABrU/PigQR5oeBPY/s400/IMG00421-20100413-0558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551842326510217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwavXGOjYI/AAAAAAAABrM/FcI0J6cXN34/s1600/IMG00597-20100601-1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwavXGOjYI/AAAAAAAABrM/FcI0J6cXN34/s400/IMG00597-20100601-1352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551841841597287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwai8qETrI/AAAAAAAABrE/RvzqOE6rndI/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwZHxDWuRI/AAAAAAAABqc/Qgzlm4oFU7w/s400/100_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551840061858167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwY2NGCmeI/AAAAAAAABqU/5kWa3szRb74/s1600/100_0116a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwYtOyZJWI/AAAAAAAABqM/CdB9zN9f5Lc/s1600/100_0178%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwYGyyzH2I/AAAAAAAABqE/UjMlo4JoUh8/s1600/100_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwYGyyzH2I/AAAAAAAABqE/UjMlo4JoUh8/s400/100_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551838945634099042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwXxyrPNgI/AAAAAAAABp8/DsQNB2LK2zY/s1600/100_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwXxyrPNgI/AAAAAAAABp8/DsQNB2LK2zY/s400/100_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551838584825132546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.16.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MY SON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for more years of laughter and joy.&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/7975596491087411939-6088178889862096881?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6088178889862096881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6088178889862096881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6088178889862096881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6088178889862096881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-121610.html' title='Yesterday 12.16.10'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQwcwFlp5-I/AAAAAAAABr8/tfF-ACg49dE/s72-c/IMG_2431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5116405605749232300</id><published>2010-12-17T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:52:25.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>For Grandpa Taylor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1aa374adbebabe34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1aa374adbebabe34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B9006111B62E6860FA826F62B2CEE735373A8F.6F5F41363BEC6A5E1C3ADC20EB31B1C34323BC10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1aa374adbebabe34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDJrNafo11_CAoT5spNWeOetEZDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1aa374adbebabe34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B9006111B62E6860FA826F62B2CEE735373A8F.6F5F41363BEC6A5E1C3ADC20EB31B1C34323BC10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1aa374adbebabe34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDJrNafo11_CAoT5spNWeOetEZDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren's favorite thing to do PEEK-A-BOO. He is  also becoming a pretty good walker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Taylor hope you enjoy this video!&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/7975596491087411939-5116405605749232300?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5116405605749232300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5116405605749232300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5116405605749232300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5116405605749232300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-grandpa-taylor.html' title='For Grandpa Taylor!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8694235508448095952</id><published>2010-12-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:56:46.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A little bit of Catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit of catching up.Last week we had sometime to relax with Nate before he gets busy with his finals.For our Monday FHE we went to watch the Sunset at Sunset beach and took some pictures.D monkey had fun playing and eating the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWFvUvANI/AAAAAAAABpE/iBYnzX0mY78/s1600/100_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWFvUvANI/AAAAAAAABpE/iBYnzX0mY78/s400/100_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640459848548562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVx2W5BOI/AAAAAAAABo0/uSFfSs8JlLU/s1600/100_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVx2W5BOI/AAAAAAAABo0/uSFfSs8JlLU/s400/100_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640118139258082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVow6SNqI/AAAAAAAABos/6fQXnj0QdqI/s1600/100_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVow6SNqI/AAAAAAAABos/6fQXnj0QdqI/s400/100_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639962058274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVcNGM-2I/AAAAAAAABoc/s3gvqCc_JQ8/s1600/100_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVcNGM-2I/AAAAAAAABoc/s3gvqCc_JQ8/s400/100_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639746286156642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Nate's birthday I made him a yummy pancake with chocolate chips and ice cream on top for breakfast.He went to work for a couple of hours while D baby and I played and did some errands. And for lunch Darren and I took him to Haleiwa Eats (as requested).Since he is in love with their Chicken fried rice and the divine Dessert fried banana with sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWW4N-fkI/AAAAAAAABpc/BXIWU9p4cxU/s1600/100_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWW4N-fkI/AAAAAAAABpc/BXIWU9p4cxU/s400/100_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640754293898818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWSF_SfJI/AAAAAAAABpU/6kURiCvET4Y/s1600/100_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWSF_SfJI/AAAAAAAABpU/6kURiCvET4Y/s400/100_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640672091045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWM5J7SEI/AAAAAAAABpM/9RHOEO7OPhE/s1600/100_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWM5J7SEI/AAAAAAAABpM/9RHOEO7OPhE/s400/100_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550640582746654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVgixjWhI/AAAAAAAABok/6SusMKwo7sM/s1600/100_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfVgixjWhI/AAAAAAAABok/6SusMKwo7sM/s400/100_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639820824599058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long day. Some friends joined us for dinner in celebration of Nate's birthday.We had cake some other foods and a fun game.Overall it was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday since Nate was busy preparing for finals.Darren and I enjoyed our time at the beach.I am glad that this boy loves the water.He didn't mind the waves at all. He was giggling every time his feet touches the water.And he finally was able to use his floaty. After much playing in the water he decided to sit down and contemplate. It was funny to watched him just staring and observing the waves and the sky. for a long time. He's a  pretty observant boy.I tell yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYgfH7C_I/AAAAAAAABps/yhsvY0um0WM/s1600/100_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYgfH7C_I/AAAAAAAABps/yhsvY0um0WM/s400/100_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550643118379568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYnDBMAbI/AAAAAAAABp0/ahebfNVEhgk/s1600/100_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYnDBMAbI/AAAAAAAABp0/ahebfNVEhgk/s400/100_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550643231094210994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYbPmKtjI/AAAAAAAABpk/KCewghRY6jQ/s1600/100_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfYbPmKtjI/AAAAAAAABpk/KCewghRY6jQ/s400/100_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550643028312110642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having an awesome week.I can't wait for this weekend to come so that we can have more playtime with Daddy.But really I am a little sad cause we're gonna be saying good bye to some good friends that are graduating and leaving the Island for good.&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/7975596491087411939-8694235508448095952?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8694235508448095952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8694235508448095952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8694235508448095952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8694235508448095952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-bit-of-catching-up.html' title='A little bit of Catching up.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TQfWFvUvANI/AAAAAAAABpE/iBYnzX0mY78/s72-c/100_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-253596463530188062</id><published>2010-12-08T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:49:56.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PURToRRq7gM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PURToRRq7gM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank my Savior for being born into this world.For showing me how to live.For teaching me the things that I should know. For leading the way. I thank HIM for feeling my pain. And for loving me so perfectly. I thank HIM for giving HIS LIFE so that I can live.I thank HIM for making it possible for me to be with my precious family FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the spirit of Christmas so thick and so strong.I can feel my Savior's love for me so powerful and so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-253596463530188062?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/253596463530188062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=253596463530188062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/253596463530188062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/253596463530188062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Real Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4931059690349989004</id><published>2010-12-06T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:48:09.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>December Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I took Darren for a walk. As I was walking the cold breeze was getting into every part of my body. And it felt good. Oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DECEMBER BREEZE&lt;/span&gt;.And then I realize that Christmas is really just right around the corner.I am feeling ecstatic.Happy that my favorite season of the year is near. And the fact the my 2 favorite people are going to be celebrating their birthday this month makes even more excited. Yes, I may not be able to experience the White Christmas and winter wonderland.But I live in Paradise so I don't think I am missing a lot. And I am used to the tropical weather anyway.So I am totally cool with having Christmas on a 70 degrees weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only our families live closer that will put an extra icing on the cake.And our Christmas will be even more joyful. But it's all good.I guess this is a good start of a family tradition during this Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah know I feel like 2010 just started and then it's almost ending.Where did time go?Have I missed something?Or maybe I am just really busy with my little family.Oh I love them more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone!&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/7975596491087411939-4931059690349989004?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4931059690349989004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4931059690349989004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4931059690349989004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4931059690349989004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-breeze.html' title='December Breeze'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7349314252580182531</id><published>2010-12-04T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:05:32.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>When Dumbo invades facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPqgn-SRwcI/AAAAAAAABoM/KMLiIuGr3eU/s1600/dumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPqgn-SRwcI/AAAAAAAABoM/KMLiIuGr3eU/s400/dumbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546922499655188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And so I joined the party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been some campaign on facebook regarding child abuse. It says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "change your facebook profile picture to a cartoon  from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until  monday (Dec.6) there should be no human faces on facebook, but an  invasion of memories. This is for violence against children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facebook press&lt;/span&gt;,Facebook has more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;500 MILLION&lt;/span&gt; active users. And people spend over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;700 BILLION&lt;/span&gt; minutes on Facebook per month. There are more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;70 % translation&lt;/span&gt; available on the site.And about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt; of the users are outside the United States.And over 3&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;00,000 users&lt;/span&gt; actually helped translate the site through translation application. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/press/info.php?statistics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(http://www.facebook.com/press/info.php?statistics)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I believe that there's no better place to do this ad/campaign than on FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a child and are very much happy to say that I enjoyed my childhood.And now that I am a mom and love my Darren boy to pieces.I feel like other children should feel that same love and care from us &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADULTS&lt;/span&gt;- yah know &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;the fully developed,grown up and mature human beings once that actually reached the state of independency (wait is that even a word)oh yes it is as a matter of fact it means the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;state of independence&lt;/span&gt;. And since my blog is out for the whole cyber world to see.I am reaching out to you all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP THE VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;And if you are ONE ABUSER AND happen to read this blog &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SHAME ON YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -sorry for being blunt. But I hope it is not too late for you to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really I don't feel silly doing this.Because I know in my own little way I am able to break my silence and let the whole world know on my thoughts about child abuse.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P-e-d-o-p-h-i-l-e-s &lt;/span&gt;makes me sick to my stomach. One of the mommy blogggers &lt;a href="http://bebeloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-believe-in-freedom-of-speech-if.html"&gt;bebeloo&lt;/a&gt; share her thoughts about this. This is suppose to be save for another post looooooong time ago,I just never really quite got in the mood of doing it.But I am in the mood to share my thoughts about this NOW.And so share,I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Michael Vick one of the famous football player who got sentenced in prison for 2 yrs  for dog fighting.I think he deserves it .I got it. The media actually made a big fuzz about this. But how many famous people actually got away from crimes that they actually did. Rape,murder,drugs. And come to think of it, there are a lot more psycho out there who are child molesters/sex offenders and where are they right now? OUT THERE somewhere looking for their prey. SICK,SICK,SICK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think there are actually sites online or even online businesses such as AMAZON who put this e-book "A Pedophile's Guide to Love and Pleasure"on sale.MAKES ME WANNA VOMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really,why put this e-book on sale for those people whoever they are?WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Damaris I believe that as mature responsible adults who composes this society, we believe that children have rights. They need to feel the love and security that they deserve. Are we just gonna let the world of this children crumble right in front of their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY NO! I am a mom and if I could take away all of the dangers that my child is about to witness in this society I WILL. I wish I could shield him forever,wrap him in my arms.But I can't. There will come a time that he too will be an adult like us. And I want to give him/teach him all the necessary things that he will need in order to make him prepare for the craziness that he is about to witness. Confusions that would make him question the society where he is part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we could make this society a better place.But we as mothers can only do so much.And everything that we do matters in the eyes of our little children.We are their guide,their HERO. And I know that this battle between good and evil will still go on it will never ends because that's how we exist in this world. But we have a CHOICE.And we can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPqzbwgMwyI/AAAAAAAABoU/hXMg8g5P17E/s1600/IMG00594-20100601-1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPqzbwgMwyI/AAAAAAAABoU/hXMg8g5P17E/s400/IMG00594-20100601-1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546943180517983010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D baby when he was 5 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-7349314252580182531?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7349314252580182531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7349314252580182531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7349314252580182531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7349314252580182531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-dumbo-invades-facebook.html' title='When Dumbo invades facebook.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPqgn-SRwcI/AAAAAAAABoM/KMLiIuGr3eU/s72-c/dumbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1078319228206486553</id><published>2010-12-01T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:31:17.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Grown Up Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSRcTV742aU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSRcTV742aU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had goose bumps while I was watching this!My new favorite Christmas song. It makes me more excited for Christmas. I love the meaning of the song.It makes get teary eyed.And she makes me proud, my fellow Filipina.I wish I can sing like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1078319228206486553?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1078319228206486553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1078319228206486553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1078319228206486553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1078319228206486553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/grown-up-christmas.html' title='Grown Up Christmas!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2929751514542414245</id><published>2010-12-01T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:24:08.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Darren and Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPcBSIg6ArI/AAAAAAAABoE/PZqOkH3Jj04/s1600/100_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPcBSIg6ArI/AAAAAAAABoE/PZqOkH3Jj04/s400/100_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545902877164831410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HI EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPcABreJ07I/AAAAAAAABn8/uHvMl7ySpYk/s1600/100_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPcABreJ07I/AAAAAAAABn8/uHvMl7ySpYk/s400/100_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545901494979122098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPb-2-HHlPI/AAAAAAAABn0/G3Tbuvf-PMI/s1600/100_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPb-2-HHlPI/AAAAAAAABn0/G3Tbuvf-PMI/s400/100_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900211492590834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Precious moment.Love them both!&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/7975596491087411939-2929751514542414245?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2929751514542414245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2929751514542414245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2929751514542414245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2929751514542414245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/12/darren-and-daddy.html' title='Darren and Daddy'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPcBSIg6ArI/AAAAAAAABoE/PZqOkH3Jj04/s72-c/100_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1262623703386538664</id><published>2010-11-29T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:59:21.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendin Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is really happening in the Taylor's home. But I am okay with it. Of course it is not always a perfect day but it is all good.That's life,right?Anyway, I just finished reading this book today.And oh my it is probably one of my favorite books. I love it.If you like The Kite Runner.Then you will definitely like this one even more. I don't even know what to say and how to describe this book.It is really a MASTERPIECE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPSiyM9KpwI/AAAAAAAABns/8esnmWs-43o/s1600/a-thousand-splendid-suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPSiyM9KpwI/AAAAAAAABns/8esnmWs-43o/s400/a-thousand-splendid-suns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545236024554858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book really got me thinking about my role as a daughter,a sister, a wife, a mother and as Woman.And how blessed I am to live in a society where my individuality is accepted.That&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I AM WHO I AM&lt;/span&gt; my own individual self. I am so grateful that I live in a safe environment away from gunfire,hunger,bombing,hunger-WAR. I feel so blessed to have my FREEDOM. The freedom to attain an education and my religion.And the freedom to choose my spouse. I cannot express how grateful I am to actually be able to make the right decision to be married to my husband.My husband who honor and respect me as me.A husband who considers me of high regard.A husband who treats me as an equal partner, not a housemaid. A husband who does not give me any limitation to soar and to do things that actually makes me happy.A husband who considers me as his best friend. I am so very grateful of my role as a mother.And actually having the capacity to be a protector to my son.And having our home a sanctuary, a safe haven from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really my heart is just broken from realizing that while I am living in a very comfortable home surrounded with love and laughter there are people on the other parts of the world who are suffering,mourning,and surviving. Children loosing their parents, mothers loosing a husband/children. Mothers who are trying to save her children's life from chaos and confusions around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Monson was right in his &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1298-27,00.html"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; during the last General Conference. It is indeed a wonderful time to be living here on Earth at this time and age. Considering that there are many wrongs in this world.There are still so much  goodness. And if you think that there isn't any good and it's just all bad and wrong.Maybe you should think more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1262623703386538664?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1262623703386538664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1262623703386538664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1262623703386538664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1262623703386538664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/thousand-splendin-suns.html' title='A Thousand Splendin Suns'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TPSiyM9KpwI/AAAAAAAABns/8esnmWs-43o/s72-c/a-thousand-splendid-suns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7013519738546965856</id><published>2010-11-26T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:43:08.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TO9-6ROoyaI/AAAAAAAABnk/rFTkVUhcLsQ/s1600/232624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TO9-6ROoyaI/AAAAAAAABnk/rFTkVUhcLsQ/s400/232624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543789205838678434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't forget you dear blog. I have had some thoughts but life gets pretty busy sometimes.Busy, in a good way though. I am happy to be back in reading again.I love reading.I really do. And my time are mostly divided between Nate,Darren,chores,friends and whatever energy and time  that is left I pretty much devote into reading,or my journal.I enjoyed my Thanksgiving holiday with my boys and friends.Had a yummy Thanksgiving lunch at one of our friends house.And then we just take it easy for the rest of the day. Can I just say that I am actually looking forward in having a thanksgiving party of my own in my humble abode wherever that may be in the future.I am just excited to actually start good traditions with my little family. I also had a wonderful experience attending the Broadcast Session of the Temple rededication here in Laie last week. I was spiritually uplifted.And I cannot wait to go the Temple again with my sweetheart. Oh my man the love of my life. I couldn't not ask for a better husband. My perfect match. Darren boy is still as sweet as ever.I love him. Like a bazillion times and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of you I have so many things that I am thankful for.And to be honest I couldn't even count them.Thanksgiving gives me a reason to be more reflective on the things that I am thankful for. And to be honest,my heart is just full of gratitude.And I feel so very humble to be able to actually contemplate on the things that makes me happy and grateful.Cause really as human and as vulnerable as I am. I tend to fret and really notice the negatives.Amazingly enough, at the end of the storm the negatives have become more of a life lesson to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am so happy that my brother is finally in Fresno CA serving a full time mission for our church. I am happy because I feel like even though I am not gonna be able to see him he still is much more closer to me now. Sharing the same day even though a different time zone. I am so proud of my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THANKSGIVING! I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&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/7975596491087411939-7013519738546965856?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7013519738546965856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7013519738546965856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7013519738546965856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7013519738546965856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-forget-you-dear-blog.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TO9-6ROoyaI/AAAAAAAABnk/rFTkVUhcLsQ/s72-c/232624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8772310544517931101</id><published>2010-11-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:16:54.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Darren turns 11 months today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren boy is 11 months old today.Whoa! My favorite little guy in the whole world. Lots of pictures for Grandpa Taylor to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlkgzVlQI/AAAAAAAABnU/gUja1jMtu7g/s1600/100_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlkgzVlQI/AAAAAAAABnU/gUja1jMtu7g/s400/100_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540242907062441218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlfgkHTfI/AAAAAAAABnM/T-FX9aQ1CII/s1600/100_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlfgkHTfI/AAAAAAAABnM/T-FX9aQ1CII/s400/100_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540242821099245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlWSR6lwI/AAAAAAAABnE/89dK63512mc/s1600/100_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlWSR6lwI/AAAAAAAABnE/89dK63512mc/s400/100_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540242662645995266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlIUR7vxI/AAAAAAAABm8/xGoK3U-5uf0/s1600/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlIUR7vxI/AAAAAAAABm8/xGoK3U-5uf0/s400/100_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540242422664773394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for today we are going to see a doctor in less than an hour.My friend saw his mouth and she thinks it's an oral thrush and not hand foot and mouth disease.We'll see what the doctor says. But he is still a happy baby after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my Darren boy with all of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-8772310544517931101?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8772310544517931101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8772310544517931101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8772310544517931101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8772310544517931101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/darren-turns-11-months-today.html' title='Darren turns 11 months today!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TOLlkgzVlQI/AAAAAAAABnU/gUja1jMtu7g/s72-c/100_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-9047568743319957685</id><published>2010-11-15T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:58:47.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only 2:20 and I feel like I am ready to be done for the day.You see Monday and me are not always the best of friends. It started when my baby started to get really irritated and fussy.Well it wasn't that bad cause he wasn't hysterically crying.But he is just too uncomfortable. Then I found this weird looking kind of cold sore in his mouth, a little rash in between the upper legs.And I think it's starting to get really bad.The rash seems to be spreading around the mouth now.And I don't know what to do. I searched the good ol Google about hand foot and mouth disease for babies. And &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_hand-foot-and-mouth-disease_1614.bc"&gt;BabyCenter.com&lt;/a&gt; came to the rescue. Not a big deal,right?However, I couldn't not help but worry.I mean isn't it the initial reaction of a Mother? Worry.Anyhow, I called the Health Center to set up an appointment just in case it gets worse I will know what to do. So Darren boy is back to his best friend pacifier all day.Yep, it still gives him comfort. And I don't really mind.As long as my baby find some comfort all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for some weird reason, the sink had some clogged that I didn't notice till I stepped on kitchen floor only to find out that my kitchen is flooded. Nice! Not a big deal the clog wasn't too bad.But really if I was just observant enough I could have prevented the flooding.No need to call maintenance it wasn't as bad as I thought.It was just some vegetables that just clogged the hole in the sink.And now the floor is dry,kitchen is back to normal.And I was able to finish making lunch for hubby dear. Whew!I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally after the disastrous morning. It seems that my afternoon is back to it's sanity. Darren is down for a nap.Everything seems to be in order so I have sometime for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone!&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/7975596491087411939-9047568743319957685?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9047568743319957685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=9047568743319957685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9047568743319957685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9047568743319957685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/disastrous-morning.html' title='Disastrous Morning.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6203793837221409842</id><published>2010-11-14T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:09:45.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sundays it is always so refreshing and so peaceful. Today my thoughts have been more about my grandma and the Temple. I have written quite a few post about her when she died.And I miss her so much. I still wish she met Darren.I know it will happen just not in this life. My cousin's husband said one time when we were talking about my grandma's death that her funeral was a reunion and a celebration of her life.She had lived a good life. It was almost a century unlike other who have passed away early. My cousins husband's nephew died from dengue a few days after my grandma's death. During our conversation he said that Grandma have done so much good in this life and it was her time. On the other hand he said that his nephew's death seems to be so sudden and soon and quite hard for them to accept.This comment came from someone who has a different belief about life here on earth and after. Or should I say one who probably doesn't understand it the way we do as members of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;vgnextoid=5a7f3c7ff44f2010VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt; The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;vgnextoid=5a7f3c7ff44f2010VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Commonly known as Mormon. I wish I had the opportunity to share to him my belief. It could have been one of those missionary moments. I know there will be a time and a place for that and I would be so willing and excited to share it to him. Hopefully someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my Dad's family we are the only active members of the LDS faith.The rest his family are Catholics.I have an Uncle who is also a member but currently practicing a different religion and a cousin who is also the same.  My grandpa died when I was one.After his death my grandma had stopped traveling and dediced to live the rest of her life in the Philippines.Most of my Dad siblings are in the United States.So we are the only family in the Philippines with her. She used to have this motto she said "I was born a Catholic and will die a Catholic." Al though she respects our religion she never tried to learn and never once attempt to be taught about the gospel. In which we totally respect. But while living with us she got to know the members of our branch and even the missionaries. She had learned to love them and treat them as her extended family. I know that even if she doesn't want to become a member part of her has a found a new family.She felt the love that each individual members of our branch. She felt that she belongs. And she knows it. And never deny it. Truly our family and what we do and believe had influenced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me to not be there during her last few days of life.It was even harder not knowing what was really going on only to find out later on that she was in a coma for three days before she finally gave in. Those last few days were torture. I remember waking up on a Saturday morning of October 24th and I couldn't help but sob and think of her as if I already lost her. I felt it. She was gone.But it was confirmed to me  a day later on a phone call by my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that the whole plan of salvation is true. That once again we will be reunited with our love ones never to be separated. It's like a Fairy Tale that ends in happily ever after. Only it is real and it requires so much from our part to make this happy ending so much sweeter. Unlike those Disney Princesses who only waits for their Prince Charming and a magic kiss to cast the spell. As individual I believe that we make our own happy ending.If our family and being with is what makes us happy. Then by all means aren't we going to DO what it takes to attain the HAPPILY EVER AFTER?A year ago I had a dream about my grandma and the Temple.I wouldn't go in detail because I feel that it is something  that is just intended for me.Something too personal and intimate.It is a message that my grandma wants me to know. However, I would like to share my thoughts about that dream.I know that my grandma wants me to do some work for her.She wants to be baptize.I know it.The dream was real.I couldn't deny it.I still remember it so vividly.When I woke up I sobbed. Not because I was sad.In fact, I felt so much peace and so much love. My grandma wants me to do a work of love on her behalf. I know that she believes that families are forever. I will not deny my Grandma of that opportunity. I will do what she asked me to do. I cannot wait for the Temple here in Laie to be open again. I know that this time when I go to the Temple it will be a lot more meaningful. And I am looking forward to it. I know that while I do the work for her,she will be with me step by step.I bet she's excited.I can just imagine her sweet face.Oh I love her. And because I love her, I am going to make my dream come true.&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/7975596491087411939-6203793837221409842?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6203793837221409842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6203793837221409842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6203793837221409842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6203793837221409842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dream.html' title='My Dream.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1764230558419973441</id><published>2010-11-10T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:13:26.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just some random thoughts today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a very loooong day. Darren refused to take his afternoon nap.I tried to put him down which has usually been easy.But not today. Instead, he decided to PLAY. Where did he get all the energy to climb up on the slide over and over and over and crawl, and do his thing. I have no idea. But overall he was a happy baby.I think it would be harder if he was cranky but he wasn't so I shouldn't complain. I have been hearing a lot of babbling as if he really wants to communicate.Sometimes I will respond and then he'll answer.Of course I didn't understand any of the words that he said. Nevertheless, it was funny.And we both enjoyed our little exchange of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is swamped with school work and work.Citation for his English Class.Big midterm Exam in Accounting.Woah!LOONG Day. Oh and he had a jogging class at 6 in the morning. I don't do jogging it's not my thing.I wish I could do it but really not my favorite thing to do.He's doing a good job though so all the hard work is paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email from both brothers on a mission yesterday and it made me really happy. I miss them so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for the weekend to come.I miss my hubby.Darren and I are so ready for a long day with Daddy just doing nothing and having fun.I hope it will be another Sunny day.As much as I love rain.I must say that I don't like it right now.My son needs some sunshine and we love to play in the play ground and do some walking.So sunshine please don't go just yet.STAY FOR A LITTLE WHILE.Or you can even stay forever.I don't mind, you make my baby happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL today is another ordinary but happy day in the Taylor's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1764230558419973441?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1764230558419973441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1764230558419973441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1764230558419973441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1764230558419973441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-some-random-thoughts-today.html' title='Just some random thoughts today.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-5118862698089706433</id><published>2010-11-09T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:47:31.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A whola latta lovin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNmmP4_wz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/5_8SMXh9f-8/s1600/20101109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNmmP4_wz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/5_8SMXh9f-8/s400/20101109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning D man and I went crazy over the webcam. I love moments like these where we can just play and have lots of laughing,cuddles and kisses. This boy is such a sweetie pie he'll put both arms around your neck and we'll give you a big tight hug. He learned to wave good bye and hi before we left from the Philippines and has been good at it ever since. He loves to clap and point. And oh my gosh he loves to copy whatever his daddy is doing.It's hilarious. On Sunday I was pointing at another baby and telling him about it and then he said "be...by, by-by." He wouldn't say it when there's no baby around. I know for sure that he knows it's a baby and that's how we call a baby. He's been trying to stand up and walk for quite a while now. It's  fascinating to watch him.And as much as there's a lot of falling on the floor.He never gets frustrated and would keep trying and trying.Aaah what an example. I wish I could be more like him  that way.He has a lot of patience and determination. Last week I had the chance to babysit some friends babies.And it really gives me joy to see Darren's behavior toward them.I know he'll be a good big brother.He is so nice and so gentle to them. He did not get jealous at all. He's also very independent and content.I wish he stays like this until the near future  when his parents attention is shared between him and the future siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing talking about Darren.My thoughts are really on &lt;a href="http://meg.creatingyourhappiness.com/"&gt;Megan Smith&lt;/a&gt; and her family. My heart aches for Ryan and Rylee. I cannot imagine the pain and the loneliness that her husband has been going through.Rylee won't be able to grow up having her sweet mother around. And this makes me so very sad. On the other hand this family gave me the opportunity to really contemplate and my &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1298-11,00.html"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; has been even more strengthen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-5118862698089706433?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5118862698089706433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=5118862698089706433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5118862698089706433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/5118862698089706433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/whola-latta-lovin.html' title='A whola latta lovin'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNmmP4_wz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/5_8SMXh9f-8/s72-c/20101109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1484148286614547775</id><published>2010-11-02T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:30:32.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Bilingual thing still continues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNDJQYoupzI/AAAAAAAABmU/92ZhOcME3Cc/s1600/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNDJQYoupzI/AAAAAAAABmU/92ZhOcME3Cc/s400/sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535145225366710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY DAY TODAY!Darren is still taking a nap.But we'll definitely go out and play once his awake. Oh by the way I didn't know that being bilingual is even harder than I thought. I am really trying my hardest right now to talk to him in Tagalog. But it is hard as if talking in mother's tongue is such a work.Sad but true. I talked to the other mother a week ago on how she does it.How did she get to teach and make her son learn spanish.She said she didn't really think about teaching him.She is just lazy to speak English at home. Nate told me yesterday that maybe because I already shifted well maybe crossover is a better word. Yah know since we mostly talk in English and most people around here are the same.Naturally I will do the same. But then I also realize that even my thoughts are kind of shifted into English.Like rarely I think in TAGALOG. Is that possible?I have no idea.I have to do more research on that. The funny thing is when I was in the Philippines like after a week or so it was automatic I was thinking in Tagalog and speaking in Tagalog and conversing with Darren in tagalog. Shoot me now I didn't abandoned my mother's tongue. We'll see if I could keep up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1484148286614547775?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1484148286614547775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1484148286614547775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1484148286614547775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1484148286614547775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/bilingual-thing-still-continues.html' title='The Bilingual thing still continues.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNDJQYoupzI/AAAAAAAABmU/92ZhOcME3Cc/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-1826447794268494815</id><published>2010-11-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:43:08.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>T-I-M-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNB3QzmrxpI/AAAAAAAABmM/wd3EwZ0R9Xc/s1600/100_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just read the talk from President Uchtdorf this past Conference and let me tell you it is Simply beautiful &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1298-7,00.html"&gt;here it is.&lt;/a&gt; It just what I need to start my day. Yesterday as we were driving Nate and I kind of started talking again about another baby. And it got me thinking. When Darren was 5 months old I got really baby hungry and I feel like I am ready for another one. But really, I am not and we both aren't. When we first got married I was on a pills 6 months later I was out. We came back to Hawaii and started living in TVA. A place where you see lots of pregnant women and lots of babies/ kids from different ages. And I think because of that the excitement of having a baby triples.It came to the point where I feel like "hey I want one right now". I didn't get pregnant right away.But when we got pregnant.I was ecstatic.Overjoyed maybe even be an understatement.It was a  overflowing feeling of happiness, excitement and anticipation. Almost 3 months later I lost my baby. The grief was somewhat unfathomable. Like my whole body was aching and longing for the lost of someone dear to me. It was lowest point in my life. But I could tell you that it was also one of the closest I got to the Lord. He was embracing me with his arms wide open.I was surrounded by HIS love. The recovery was hard but necessary. Later I realized that hey Sam  "it's not time yet but it will come." I know it will I have faith in HIM. The timing isn't right. After the miscarriage my relationship with my husband was even deeper and closer.We are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; and I felt it. I told myself that I am not going to rush into things.I am not going to pressure myself in having a baby.It's not in my time it's HIS. Nate and I continue to live and do our daily routine. 6 weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Darren. My pregnancy with Darren wasn't easy.I was resisting it in my mind.Because I was scared.Terrified even. But in my heart I already love him so very much. It was a constant mental battle and a lot of prayer. And he was born and you can just imagine our joy. And our life change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I worried, I get scared of the future. We are broke, we don't know where life would take us after graduation. But I realize that I don't have to pressure or get overly stress on things I don't have any control of. Again it's all in HIS time. I know life must go on.And we are going to continue living and doing what we need to do that's a fact of life. But I shouldn't forget to BE GRATEFUL.And embrace what I have at this moment. Or else I wouldn't be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I are getting a lot more mature these days.Darren is growing so much and learning things so fast. Together we laugh, we pray and we talk. The challenge are always there.We just need to learn how to handle it and not overlook the simple joy that comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will pause and just let go of the worries.And try to let the positive energy take control of my mind and my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNB1q8WwVnI/AAAAAAAABmE/oq6lKkkPGwU/s1600/100_0175+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNB1q8WwVnI/AAAAAAAABmE/oq6lKkkPGwU/s400/100_0175+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535053322654865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-1826447794268494815?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1826447794268494815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=1826447794268494815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1826447794268494815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/1826447794268494815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/t-i-m-e.html' title='T-I-M-E'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TNB1q8WwVnI/AAAAAAAABmE/oq6lKkkPGwU/s72-c/100_0175+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3021847665522678435</id><published>2010-10-31T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:23:12.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0YH-q8vSI/AAAAAAAABl8/OweECEtQeLQ/s1600/100_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0YH-q8vSI/AAAAAAAABl8/OweECEtQeLQ/s400/100_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534106042469498146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY Halloween Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Darren's Robin hood costume when we were in the Philippines. I put the costume today.And it got me thinking...made me a little confuse. AAAH!I don't really know if I can call him Robin hood.He looks like an Elf and he also looks like Peter Pan. Oh well,I guess it works just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I think he is the cutest Robin hood/Peter Pan/Elf in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0X-q-l_yI/AAAAAAAABl0/fFgkvgOKXhs/s1600/100_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0X-q-l_yI/AAAAAAAABl0/fFgkvgOKXhs/s400/100_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105882564362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0XknpldCI/AAAAAAAABls/CVLdes2nHN0/s1600/100_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0XknpldCI/AAAAAAAABls/CVLdes2nHN0/s400/100_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105434994340898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good weekend people!&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/7975596491087411939-3021847665522678435?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3021847665522678435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3021847665522678435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3021847665522678435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3021847665522678435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-everyone-i-bought.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TM0YH-q8vSI/AAAAAAAABl8/OweECEtQeLQ/s72-c/100_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-6001729767639865471</id><published>2010-10-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:22:50.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Darren trying to stand up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9ca2cb22ddcb061" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9ca2cb22ddcb061%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB7E2A43F76627CE872F29A32AA22D3B452BA9A.7BDECECBCA06ED3E73357789280F632A59B5371E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9ca2cb22ddcb061%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D72qR2KPLNq8eguerLuTA_O4YB4E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9ca2cb22ddcb061%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB7E2A43F76627CE872F29A32AA22D3B452BA9A.7BDECECBCA06ED3E73357789280F632A59B5371E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9ca2cb22ddcb061%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D72qR2KPLNq8eguerLuTA_O4YB4E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay you can tell I am a one proud momma.This video was taken about a  week or two ago. Oh he loves all the attention.&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/7975596491087411939-6001729767639865471?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6001729767639865471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=6001729767639865471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6001729767639865471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/6001729767639865471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/darren-trying-to-stand-up.html' title='Darren trying to stand up'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-717735258939315682</id><published>2010-10-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:26:44.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>BALANCE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMc7h39g7GI/AAAAAAAABlA/UwsW_uXKjjU/s1600/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMc7h39g7GI/AAAAAAAABlA/UwsW_uXKjjU/s400/balance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532456120391625826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I got married I was a busy young woman. I love to get involved in a lot of extra curricular activities in school at church and friends. One year I got so involved in those activities that my mom advice me to take it slow and have time for the family. FIND THE BALANCE. My teenage years that's one thing I kept on hearing from her  over and over again.FIND THE BALANCE. I thought since I was doing something productive I don't have a problem. Little did I know, I actually have a bigger problem. Slowly, I was keeping myself away from my immediate family.People whom I love the most. And although their support is 101% in all of my endeavors. I need to pay it back by keeping a close relationship with them.Cause I am a member of a family.And they need me to be a part of it.BALANCE,this is something that I know I always have to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am married and graduated from college I don't find myself as busy as I was before. Yes, I am a wife and a mother of a baby that needs full attention and caring.But really, I find myself with lots of down time.Sometimes I wonder what to do in those downtime.How do I make myself productive? WHERE IS MY BALANCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights as I lay in bed waiting for my husband to come home. I asked myself Am I doing a good job?Is my work in the home enough?We are poor.Do I need to have a job in order to help my hardworking husband?  This is the reality of life,worries,trials,uncertainties are inevitable. How do I balance my duty as a wife,a mother, a daughter,a sister, a friend?Do I even have time for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I find it to be true that when the spiritual aspect of my life is in balance.I find it somewhat easy to manage the rest. Elizabeth Gilbert is so right (author of EAT PRAY LOVE). I love that everyday Darren takes a good 1.5 2 hour nap in the morning and another 1.5 hour in the afternoon so that I can do things in the house and actually find time for myself.Either to exercise,read,contemplate,even facebook or blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think of my life right now.I know that I will continue to work to find balance. But to be honest I am fine with it. I know some days I either will have to work on being a better wife, or a better mother,a better home maker. Some days I have to work on being a better friend.Other days I need to work on my relationships with others. Balance is sometimes hard to find.But really sometimes you just have to sit back and relax.Find a good music to listen to.Or cuddle with your hubby in a cold night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you are willing to do things for others and be a better person for the ones you love.Then you'll find that it is so much easier to improve and to find BALANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just my thought for the day. THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-717735258939315682?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/717735258939315682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=717735258939315682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/717735258939315682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/717735258939315682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/balance.html' title='BALANCE.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMc7h39g7GI/AAAAAAAABlA/UwsW_uXKjjU/s72-c/balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-8179764286655942824</id><published>2010-10-25T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:00:29.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bilingual..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMZIkYQfEBI/AAAAAAAABk4/XNjZAA1WYlU/s1600/final,+site+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMZIkYQfEBI/AAAAAAAABk4/XNjZAA1WYlU/s400/final,+site+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188982095319058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bilingual kids amazes me.Mostly when they speak Spanish,French,Italian,Japanese all those popular languages,oh and Mandarin (love that one).Anyhow,I am a Filipino and loved my culture and heritage with all of me. And as much as I love to speak French I never learned. Well I actually never given much thought about language till I got to live outside of my bubble - (my country the Philippines). And being an ICS (International Cultural Studies with an emphasis in Communication) broadens my love an understanding about language.And even though yours truly only knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; (Filipino dialect) my love for language never cease. I wish I am good in learning different languages I tried but it's hard. I just don't have a gifted tongue like others who speaks multiple languages. I only know English and Tagalog. Aahh I wish I know more. Oh and now that I am a Mother the topics about being BILINGUAL seems to be a HOT TOPIC to me.I remember when I was in college I have had some awesome professors who speaks 2 to 3 languages.My mentor/professor backed in my Senior year is Chinese married to an American. One afternoon as I was waiting for her in her office I saw one of her son.I asked the boy if his mom is coming back  in her office.I was a little worried since I didn't really set up and appointment,I just decided to stopped by to inquire about my thesis. The boy answered politely and fluently with no weird accent in English. He said her mom will be here in a few minutes. My professor came and I overheard her talked to her son in Mandarin like full on Mandarin and her son answered back in a fluent Mandarin with no weird accent or anything. I was WOWED!I couldn't believe what I just heard. My thesis was all about Filipino Chinese in the Philippines. So my professor was even more excited about the whole thesis. Okay wait...well I am not going to talk about my Senior Paper cause that was a whole new topic.And it would probably bore you. Anyhow, by the end of my inquiry I asked her about her kids being fluent in Mandarin. She can tell I was so interested in her bilingual teaching method to her kids. I wanted to know how she did it. I was already married to Nate by then. My husband being an American who served his mission in Cebu the other island in the Philippines speaks Cebuano a totally different dialect from mine. But he is good and was nice enough to learned Tagalog so that he can communicate better to some of my relatives whenever we visit the Philippines. Well back to my Professor.She told me that since her kids were babies her and husband decided that they would talk to them in Mandarin.She said it was quite a challenge especially when they started school.She also said that sometime during their early days in school her kids would ask questions in English but she never answered their questions unless they speak it in  Mandarin.She was persistent.And she made sure that she instills the language in her children.She never once talk to them in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the deal. I kind of feel that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; have transform over the years. I don't know how to explain it I will leave it to those who studies linguistics. I am sure they could explain it better than me. But in my own personal observation and knowledge I have noticed that from deep and pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; it transforms to the combination of Spanish and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; and now Taglish (Tagalog-English) plus a little bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. And I would say that in the past 10 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taglish&lt;/span&gt; has become much more popular in the younger generation. Like in one sentence you can combine a couple of English words mix with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt;. For example when I was in grade school some of my teachers would still use the world aklatan (library). And over the years everybody seems to be using the word library. Like for example instead of saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pupunta ako sa aklatan &lt;/span&gt;they would rather say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pupunta ko sa librabry&lt;/span&gt; (translation: I am going to the library).The word aklatan like some other old tagalog words was already put in the back burner.How sad is that? But I wouldn't lie it seems so much more easier to use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taglish&lt;/span&gt; than pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe because I am more used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issues is a big challenge to me. Some days I speak Tagalog to my son,other days I speak English. I know I need to do better at this. In case some of you are kind interested or thinking about raising a bilingual children here are some good reads about it&lt;a href="http://www.cal.org/resources/digest/raisebilingchild.html"&gt;. HERE.&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://iteslj.org/Articles/Rosenberg-Bilingual.html"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that learning a different language is very beneficial to a person. It opens a whole new world for you. Language is an integral part of a culture. Knowing and being able to communicate to a person in their own dialect gives you an opportunity to understand their culture in a much deeper level. In addition, it makes you feel that you are one of them,cause you speak like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my children to feel alienated in my culture. Since we live here in the U.S it won't be hard for them to learn English, it will be part of them. I know I wasn't doing a good job in talking to my boy in Tagalog as much as I should. It is still a struggle to me since sometimes it is much easier to talk in English cause Nate and I mostly speak in English. I know there were times in the past that I go back and forth between English and Tagalog. When we went and visited my family in the Philippines.My mom kept on telling me to be persistent in teaching Darren how to speak Tagalog.So that when he gets older and is able to communicate whenever we visit the Philippines he won't feel out of the loop. But I think more than that is, he will get to know a part of his identity being a half Filipino. He will learn the culture and the language of his mother. I believe that he will have a much closer relationship with his Grandparents,Uncles,Aunties and Cousins. I have seen and witnessed some Filipinos sadly some of them are my cousins who were borned and raised in the U.S and never learned the language of their parents. And now that their older it seems that they don't even have any tie to their roots. And I don't want my Darren boy and my future kiddos to have that same mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW THIS WILL BE A GREAT CHALLENGE. BUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&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/7975596491087411939-8179764286655942824?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8179764286655942824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=8179764286655942824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8179764286655942824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/8179764286655942824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/bilingual.html' title='Bilingual..'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMZIkYQfEBI/AAAAAAAABk4/XNjZAA1WYlU/s72-c/final,+site+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-9121247387488988873</id><published>2010-10-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:14:14.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow we are going here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMHwJK_3Y4I/AAAAAAAABkw/nPRI4C4yXsE/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMHwJK_3Y4I/AAAAAAAABkw/nPRI4C4yXsE/s400/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530965857749394306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second day of the Temple tour/Open House.And hubby and I couldn't be anymore excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY Y'ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-9121247387488988873?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9121247387488988873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=9121247387488988873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9121247387488988873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9121247387488988873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMHwJK_3Y4I/AAAAAAAABkw/nPRI4C4yXsE/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-566201750841282340</id><published>2010-10-21T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:11:14.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><title type='text'>Bye PACIFIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Darren's relationship with his pacifier is almost over.You see,I've been kind of slowly weaning him from his binkie.Kind of since I don't really put much effort in weaning and I just kind of let him do it on his own.He used to have 2 binkies in his pack and play both ends in case he suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night  then he can easily grab it.I don't really put it in his mouth when I put him down for the night he either grabs it or not it's his choice. He is already used to not having his binkie during the day except for nap time and when we drive to town which is an hour away. And 2 days ago I took the other binkie and just left the other in one corner of his pack and play. When he woke up during nap time he was still sucking on that one binkie.Yesterday when he woke up I noticed that the binkie didn't leave it's place,it was untouched.So I thought of not leaving any pacifier last night in his pack and play.And I didn't have any problem.We'll see about nap time.He is taking his first nap of the day and if he sleeps like usual then we are definitely saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOODBYE BINKIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMCdopr-lyI/AAAAAAAABko/SFEFgTPfoXA/s1600/20101014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMCdopr-lyI/AAAAAAAABko/SFEFgTPfoXA/s400/20101014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530593664121607970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hands down to this boy. Everyday it amazes me of how good of a baby he is.I thought this weaning process from the pacifier would be quite a challenge. I mean really, you might think it's no biggie but how many stories have you heard from mothers who had such a challenging experience from weaning their babies from the pacifier. And though I didn't really want him to have a binkie,my boy loved it and has been attached to his pacifier ever since he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU Darren!&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/7975596491087411939-566201750841282340?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/566201750841282340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=566201750841282340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/566201750841282340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/566201750841282340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/pacifier.html' title='Bye PACIFIER'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TMCdopr-lyI/AAAAAAAABko/SFEFgTPfoXA/s72-c/20101014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-9153807068479933549</id><published>2010-10-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:33:36.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Twilight Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6LqLbytPI/AAAAAAAABkg/rAgR3BQQQL4/s1600/100_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6LqLbytPI/AAAAAAAABkg/rAgR3BQQQL4/s400/100_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530010949197673714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6IF6Ub-HI/AAAAAAAABkY/Qt3JHb5wtDM/s1600/100_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6IF6Ub-HI/AAAAAAAABkY/Qt3JHb5wtDM/s400/100_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530007027593246834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jacob,Bella,Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the mothers of these three cuties are Twilight fanatics.They've decided that if they get a chance to get together in Halloween these babies are going to dress up as TWILIGHT CHARACTERS. And I think it's a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6F_svdO7I/AAAAAAAABkI/sbNDuFMkGe0/s1600/100_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-9153807068479933549?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9153807068479933549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=9153807068479933549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9153807068479933549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/9153807068479933549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/twilight-babies.html' title='Twilight Babies!!!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TL6LqLbytPI/AAAAAAAABkg/rAgR3BQQQL4/s72-c/100_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4193490821368503589</id><published>2010-10-18T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:32:06.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My little Best Friend is 10 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy01j6N61I/AAAAAAAABkA/eP96ScFaz4s/s1600/39610_442662037580_547392580_5889721_4381841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy01j6N61I/AAAAAAAABkA/eP96ScFaz4s/s400/39610_442662037580_547392580_5889721_4381841_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529493274769615698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this cute little boy turned 10 months old on Saturday.Thanks to my friend Brent who was able to snatched some photos of this little guy at food fest from his awesome camera. I know it doesn't get that cold in Hawaii but it was kind of windy that night. Plus he had a mild fever that morning.Poor guy.But he didn't mind the fever at all he was still pretty active.and yeah he got a scar on his nose and a little bruise upper right forehead.He's that crazy and active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy0yPvTYGI/AAAAAAAABj4/wfRyBoGqKnM/s1600/72423_442662057580_547392580_5889722_171820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy0yPvTYGI/AAAAAAAABj4/wfRyBoGqKnM/s400/72423_442662057580_547392580_5889722_171820_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529493217815519330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But oh he's just too sweet and cuddly. Especially in the morning when he wakes up and Daddy gets him in his room and they will both go to our room.This little guy will let me cuddle him in bed for a while. Since  he's been trying to stand up on his own mostly on the bed.Every time he realizes that he can stand up for good seconds he gets super excited as if he wants to fly so we started calling him "Darren the Dumbo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is my best friend. We do everything together.And we don't get tired of each other. He's my little buddy,my cuddle bug and my very own sweet boy. Especially now that he has started showing his little personality.And now that he can at least grasp or understand some things. I am more and more obsessed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy0g5yidWI/AAAAAAAABjg/YB2HtBYlwaM/s1600/40127_442662072580_547392580_5889723_6330853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy0g5yidWI/AAAAAAAABjg/YB2HtBYlwaM/s400/40127_442662072580_547392580_5889723_6330853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529492919865734498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in 2 months he's going to turned 1. Just the thought of him turning one really makes  me a little emotional. Emotional because in the past months I have grown to love this baby more and more. Like one day I feel like this love is overflowing and there's no room for more.Then the next day I feel like it multiplies.Is that even possible?Well I think it is. I cannot believe that this role of Motherhood can be that fun that I don't even think of it as a responsibility.Well Darren made it so easy to be a mother.A dream baby,that's what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;Some of my friends have been asking me if I have any plans for his 1st birthday. And to be honest,I still don't know what to do to celebrate  my boy's 1st year of life. You see in the Filipino culture birthdays like this are quite a big deal. But in my own personal way of thinking. I really just want to make it simple. My parents gave this guy some money for his birthday and for Christmas.Yes,he's that spoiled. With that being said,I really feel like I need to make sure that he will have a blast.And I really want to make it memorable. Even if he really won't remember anything.But I know he will be seeing pictures once he gets a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?I don't want it big and fancy just simple but something that would be meaningful to Darren boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-4193490821368503589?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4193490821368503589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4193490821368503589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4193490821368503589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4193490821368503589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-little-best-friend-is-10-months.html' title='My little Best Friend is 10 months.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLy01j6N61I/AAAAAAAABkA/eP96ScFaz4s/s72-c/39610_442662037580_547392580_5889721_4381841_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-320422782072305363</id><published>2010-10-13T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:19:40.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdFtbielI/AAAAAAAABi8/LhMHIHA_AXE/s1600/100_0116a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdFtbielI/AAAAAAAABi8/LhMHIHA_AXE/s400/100_0116a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527637576575515218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this little guy lookin like a BIG BOY. Isn't he handsome?Spending time with this boy is seriously fun. Smiling,talking and just being happy all the time. He loves to eat like an adult.But I notice that his favorite thing to eat is orange.He loves all the fruits that we give him but orange is by far the number one on the menu,He can finish it all,sometimes I just have to stop him.He still only got two teeth on the bottom, but really doesn't make him stop from chewing whatever he grabs and put in his mouth. He is still in love with ELMO.He loves loves it when I read to him especially when I read his favorite book "The Barnyard Friend." His eyes are just locked on the pictures and just always pays full attention.I love how he is so affectionate.He loves to cuddle with me and loves it when I give him hugs and kisses. And then he'll kiss me back.What a sweet boy I have. He's been trying to stand up on his own sometimes for a couple of seconds.And as much as I love it when he tries to do things on his own, I can't help but think that this baby is now becoming a toddler "a big boy." Oh men, where did the time go? I'm not gonna lie this age is my favorite. His personality is showing more and more but at the same time I know that he is still a baby and  STILL needs his mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have this boy in our lives.Nate and I are just seriously overjoyed. Our lives have become more meaningful because of Darren boy. And I really feel good about that. I am growing old with my man watching my baby as he grows more independent each and everyday. What a joy it is to be a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdRS8x6HI/AAAAAAAABjE/L7BrSucpVsQ/s1600/100_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdRS8x6HI/AAAAAAAABjE/L7BrSucpVsQ/s400/100_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527637775625611378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdc8RiubI/AAAAAAAABjM/HaQHbQv3wu4/s1600/100_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdc8RiubI/AAAAAAAABjM/HaQHbQv3wu4/s1600/100_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYb8Z8e25I/AAAAAAAABis/-6gMqL3low0/s1600/100_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYbxH2vQ9I/AAAAAAAABik/DqrG9t6xyVk/s1600/100_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-320422782072305363?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/320422782072305363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=320422782072305363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/320422782072305363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/320422782072305363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-boy.html' title='Big boy'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLYdFtbielI/AAAAAAAABi8/LhMHIHA_AXE/s72-c/100_0116a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3772781690976772038</id><published>2010-10-11T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:03:11.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Here we are again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLOE9o_YhoI/AAAAAAAABic/XNukPGrHt6o/s1600/134159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLOE9o_YhoI/AAAAAAAABic/XNukPGrHt6o/s400/134159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello!Yes, we are back in the island and loving it so far.It is so nice to spend time with my family back in the Philippines.But then again we need to get back in reality. It was a long needed vacation. I had two of my wisdom teeth taken out.FINALLY!And I am still recovering from it.It's getting better and better everyday.Al though the cold sores are not helping at all.It is so painful.And I have to eat with much effort.And I don't like it.I am being deprived from eating the food that I love to it. Anyway my flight was good because Darren slept literally the whole time.Aah I am really blessed with a calm baby.My little traveler. On the other hand,I didn't get much sleep because of the turbulence. It was pretty bad especially the first one.We all got really scared.I thought we were gonna crashed or something.It was the worst turbulence plane ride I have ever experienced.And I was really terrified. I was praying the whole time,literally praying every time I can feel the turbulence coming. But as you can see, we made it here SAFE AND ALIVE!Traveling without some bumps will be kind of boring.And since we love a little adventure.I think we had our share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren boy was a little jet lagged the first two days.He slept from 11pm till after 8 in the morning. Saturday we hit the beach.And you know that this little guy loves the water.So he had the time of his life playing in the water with his Dada. We made sure that he is adjusted to the time here in HI.So we put him down a little after 8 and slept till past 8 in the morning.Aahh.What a good boy.I tell you. I hope he stays like this. Also, it was our first time as family to be in our new ward.And we like our ward.I am sure we are going to enjoy our stay here.There are so many kids.And Darren boy of course loves it. He loves seeing other babies and kids running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice to be reunited with my hubby.And have our space.I can organize,cook and do the usual routine again.And even though I miss being pampered back home. I sure do love being here and do the things for my little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GOOD MONDAY EVERYONE!&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/7975596491087411939-3772781690976772038?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3772781690976772038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3772781690976772038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3772781690976772038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3772781690976772038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-we-are-again.html' title='Here we are again.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TLOE9o_YhoI/AAAAAAAABic/XNukPGrHt6o/s72-c/134159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-4139789890412410448</id><published>2010-10-05T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:45:41.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This makes me furious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKsryeJnHBI/AAAAAAAABiU/O3YsMoRYS-c/s1600/newborn-baby-poses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKsryeJnHBI/AAAAAAAABiU/O3YsMoRYS-c/s400/newborn-baby-poses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524557513986874386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few seconds ago I was checking my facebook.The TV is on.My Dad's watching the news.And guess what I've heard on TV one aftet another?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead babies floating on the river another one was found on the garbage&lt;/span&gt;.What is wrong with these mothers?Seriously? Yes,I understand you might be as  poor as a rat or might have been going through some challenges.But that doesn't give you the right to do this kind of thing to your own child? I cannot comprehend this kind of behavior. I don't like to give criticism nor judgment right of the bat.But this news makes me angry.How many worthy and capable woman are not able to bear a child and long to hold a little angel in their arms?How many mothers are mourning because of death of her own child? It would have been better if you give it to somebody who are willing to take care of the baby.But to leave it on the garbage bin,poor behavior is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on in the mind of these people? I seriously heard more than ten news in a month same stories (babies found dead). Most babies according to the news were actually born alive and believed to have died during their time in the garbage bin. How sad is this?My heart aches for those little angels.So helpless,so innocent.The minute that they were born they already face such injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah I am so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-4139789890412410448?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4139789890412410448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=4139789890412410448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4139789890412410448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/4139789890412410448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-makes-me-furious.html' title='This makes me furious.'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKsryeJnHBI/AAAAAAAABiU/O3YsMoRYS-c/s72-c/newborn-baby-poses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7396906089465266329</id><published>2010-10-04T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:01:35.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Grandma's ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday as I was getting ready I went into my parents room to look to for some lotion.As I was looking something dropped on the floor.And to my surprise I saw my grandma's ring the one that she gave to me when I was in gradeschool. I remember admiring it's beauty and trying to make it fit on my ring finger even though it was still too big at that time. The ring was her birthstone.It is so gorgeous and I don't want to loose it.Mom kept in her jewelry box.She told me that in time I'll have it back.Many years have passed and I guess it had gotten lost in my memory.I never thought of this ring till I saw it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got here there is not a single day that I never thought of my grandma.Being here brings so many memories of her. Close friends of our family whom I was able to meet and talked to kept telling me about my grandma during her last days. I have had some very personal talks with my mother about my grandma. As they told me about her last days I kept trying to picture her in my mind. I still wished that I could have been here with her during her last days, to take care of her.To tell her how much I love her and how grateful I am to have a grandma like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and I truly believe that we'll see each other again,someday. And that simple assurance give me a glimpse of life after death.And how joyful it would be to be reunited with our love ones.Once again never to be parted. But still, deep down inside me.Part of me still longs for her. I know if she was a live she will definitely fall in love with my little boy.I know they will be best of friends. And as much as I have accepted the reality that she's gone. I know that she'll always be part of me, never to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this ring gives me a much more assurance that she's here with me in my heart.Always..&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/7975596491087411939-7396906089465266329?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7396906089465266329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7396906089465266329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7396906089465266329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7396906089465266329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/grandmas-ring.html' title='Grandma&apos;s ring'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7521454145314866423</id><published>2010-10-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:15:36.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 more days till we get to see Daddy . I am so so excited. Aaah I can't wait to live in the island again. And play hard with our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-7521454145314866423?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7521454145314866423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=7521454145314866423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7521454145314866423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/7521454145314866423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-days.html' title='4 days'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-3443127072977060742</id><published>2010-10-02T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:56:52.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>HOMEWARD BOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier we attended the General Relief Society Rebroadcast at the chapel. It is really wonderful to hear from the leaders of the Church.Most especially from those Women of the church who have been asked to lead the worldwide organization of sisterhood (Relief Society). So it's been what 4 sundays that I have been here. And really I am glad to be back in my homebranch. I am sad to not see some of the old people in our branch but so happy to see all the new faces.New and wonderful members of the church who are just so excited about the gospel. Most of the new faces are either just had their Temple Sealing or working on their Temple Sealing when their year mark comes. I am really overjoyed to see the improvement in our branch the place I considered my second home when I was living here. The attendance is quite good to become a ward.And I know it will become a ward very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other Sundays at church.Sundays here are always a delight. Humble teachers are just so inspired by the Spirit to teach.I think what inspires me the most about this branch are the faithful members themselves.Despite of their lack of money and sometimes even education their faith and dedication to serve are  unwavering. Every time I come home and attend to my home branch I am always amaze on how strong the spirit is.I can feel it so much, that sometimes I can't stop my tears from flowing down my cheeks. Primaries are so excited to sing with their parents during sacrament. Aaronic Priesthood all dress in white properly groomed passing the sacrament. I guess we see that every time in every ward.But the fact that they don't have much clothes and even money to afford a nice clothing.And yet they are still at their best modest clothing during Sundays.  Not fancy just simple.But it is beautiful to look upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My testimony grows and grows even more.My heart is full. I feel good inside. I love my homebranch.I love each and every members of my branch. And I am proud to grew up in a simple branch. I am grateful to have met those wonderful members.Some of them have become my second mothers,fathers and younger siblings. My exctended family. I LOVE THEM DEARLY.Yes I have become very attached to them. I have witnessed some of their struggles.And I have seen how they stood up tall despite of the daily life's adversaries. They have been my inspiration.They are indeed an example of the believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-3443127072977060742?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3443127072977060742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=3443127072977060742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3443127072977060742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/3443127072977060742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/homeward-bound.html' title='HOMEWARD BOUND'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-913422168768053458</id><published>2010-09-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:59:46.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Mommy 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKKcY_52izI/AAAAAAAABiM/Bj--RQ_t9XI/s1600/DSC07410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKKcY_52izI/AAAAAAAABiM/Bj--RQ_t9XI/s400/DSC07410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522148046394526514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dearest Mommy 2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy happy birthday.I hope you liked the flowers that we gave you this morning when you woke up,Daddy 2 was sneaky huh?Thanks for some new clothes,for playing with me until I get tired and be done for the day. Thank you for the kisses and cuddles and for spoiling me.We're gonna party like a rockstar later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you MOMMY 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your favorite baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-913422168768053458?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/913422168768053458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=913422168768053458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/913422168768053458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/913422168768053458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/mommy-2.html' title='Mommy 2'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKKcY_52izI/AAAAAAAABiM/Bj--RQ_t9XI/s72-c/DSC07410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-2511486625291577576</id><published>2010-09-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:53:10.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>UH-hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKFlVOCzyLI/AAAAAAAABh8/eNm775V6a8s/s1600/DSC07444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKFlVOCzyLI/AAAAAAAABh8/eNm775V6a8s/s400/DSC07444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521806033354475698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling a little giddy today.My former roomate and  friend is doing her internship in India and might come and visit me here for a day before she make a trip to Hong Kong.On top of it we are going to talk about a project which I am really excited about.We are still in the process of brainstorming and throwing different ideas.Fingers cross hopefully we'll be able put everything together to make this awesome project possible. This is HUGE! Oh yesterday was A nice day.My mom gave me money for my hair treatment.So yes I have a new look. I am really loving my hair right now. No more instyler at least for a year. My hair is back to being straight (not frizzy and wavy) intead it is now smooth and silky. And it doesn't feel heavy anymore.Aaah what a relief. This is one thing I like about being here.I can spoil my hair without having to throw a lot of money.You just have to know the right places to go in order to get a lot of good deals for hair,clothes etc. And you can even bargain. Did I tell you Nate is good in bargaining. He got some new shirts when he was here for a way way cheaper amount. I was so proud of him!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKFkxkjvQOI/AAAAAAAABh0/3VDwt3jWwXo/s1600/DSC07454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKFkxkjvQOI/AAAAAAAABh0/3VDwt3jWwXo/s400/DSC07454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521805420922880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(With Auntie Sarah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Darren boy is still cute as ever. He is really the joy in the house.He always makes us laugh. Whenever he sees little kids he always have this big smile, sometimes he even laughs. He makes a lot of funny faces.He loves  sitting in laundry basket.He also loves this one channel on tv&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baby first&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever he hears the song about Fanny Bear and colors, his eyes are glued to  it. Oh and did I tell you that he almost became a commercial model. We were walking at the mall one time and an agent approached us.They want him to stay for a longer period of time which is impossible considering Daddy Nate who is all alone in HI. So no to commercials and advertisement. Maybe next time,who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have one more week and a couple of days here. My parents are beginning to feel a little sad.They really want baby Darren to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mom's birthday tomorrow.I think we're having a little get together.Daddy have some plans but my mom wants to stay low key.So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975596491087411939-2511486625291577576?l=nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2511486625291577576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7975596491087411939&amp;postID=2511486625291577576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2511486625291577576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975596491087411939/posts/default/2511486625291577576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nateandsamtaylor.blogspot.com/2010/09/uh-hello.html' title='UH-hello!'/><author><name>S.N.D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TG1wOdISLQI/AAAAAAAABco/xaDMHTetimE/S220/183529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TKFlVOCzyLI/AAAAAAAABh8/eNm775V6a8s/s72-c/DSC07444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975596491087411939.post-7751876019286347374</id><published>2010-09-26T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T06:12:43.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><title type='text'>Missing Daddy N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TJ9GA9FUKnI/AAAAAAAABhk/g4leW12406Y/s1600/daddy+nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wawt3-bgprA/TJ9GA9FUKnI/AAAAAAAABhk/g4leW12406Y/s400/daddy+nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521208650390317682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken on our way to take Daddy Nate to the airport. It's been a week and a day since I last saw my babe.And I just miss  him so much. I love it here but I am ready to see this man. I wish he was still here to spend the rest of our vacation. And D baby sure misses his daddy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Daddy!&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/7975596491087411939-7751876019286347374?
