<?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-8732159486639863642</id><updated>2011-07-15T20:11:50.858-07:00</updated><category term='venting frustration'/><title type='text'>Charlie Amy &amp; Sydnee</title><subtitle type='html'>~~~The Life
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       Lawson's~~~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-5865155807622115701</id><published>2011-05-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:29:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the last year and a half.</title><content type='html'>In may I took Sydnee camping in Santa Cruz.  She didn't like the sand so much but LOVED playing with her cousins.&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/-d--Un6x-GrI/Tdvm2WeoaII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dzz1bls_Dd0/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d--Un6x-GrI/Tdvm2WeoaII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dzz1bls_Dd0/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ongimQsynbQ/Tdvm2rLbECI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kul4Ok8lq48/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ongimQsynbQ/Tdvm2rLbECI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kul4Ok8lq48/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-lkiRbq6fc/Tdvm3GBqWlI/AAAAAAAAARE/DeUoRhf4Wpw/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-lkiRbq6fc/Tdvm3GBqWlI/AAAAAAAAARE/DeUoRhf4Wpw/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" /&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/-feoGlLCafUg/Tdvm3pN6dxI/AAAAAAAAARM/C0Ka3kUpT5w/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feoGlLCafUg/Tdvm3pN6dxI/AAAAAAAAARM/C0Ka3kUpT5w/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June my parents took all of us to Cancun, minus Charlie (my land lover, sun hater husband)and Sydnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oItS2iWY0w/Tdvq97qL39I/AAAAAAAAARU/QrKQ0g-KN-o/s1600/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oItS2iWY0w/Tdvq97qL39I/AAAAAAAAARU/QrKQ0g-KN-o/s320/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JBTVj4SR7U/TdvrcA-LIoI/AAAAAAAAARc/jESrPgK_4nc/s1600/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JBTVj4SR7U/TdvrcA-LIoI/AAAAAAAAARc/jESrPgK_4nc/s320/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auyuDUaMKqo/TdvrcTQUbkI/AAAAAAAAARk/e7bbxvfowno/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auyuDUaMKqo/TdvrcTQUbkI/AAAAAAAAARk/e7bbxvfowno/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" /&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/-CrkwM-dUJCE/TdvryPH0jHI/AAAAAAAAARs/t5kH7eD36h8/s1600/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrkwM-dUJCE/TdvryPH0jHI/AAAAAAAAARs/t5kH7eD36h8/s320/family%2Bvacation%2Bmexico%2B074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July we went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium and Sydnee loved all the fish.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OQ5OWDaHhc/TdvtQgkKYoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rzf-6CSa_TI/s1600/0723001716a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OQ5OWDaHhc/TdvtQgkKYoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rzf-6CSa_TI/s320/0723001716a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKIrSSCS1ko/TdvtRCjpw9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/RFLRs-oKYHQ/s1600/0723001725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKIrSSCS1ko/TdvtRCjpw9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/RFLRs-oKYHQ/s320/0723001725.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqbeCkzykag/TdvtRYZMPRI/AAAAAAAAASE/7Jsp_IDUQ3g/s1600/0723001730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqbeCkzykag/TdvtRYZMPRI/AAAAAAAAASE/7Jsp_IDUQ3g/s320/0723001730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrOQLEhJSWU/TdvtSKM244I/AAAAAAAAASM/F5gdRJdYw80/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrOQLEhJSWU/TdvtSKM244I/AAAAAAAAASM/F5gdRJdYw80/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got daddy to stand in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-gEIZhcXek/Tdvtqq33C8I/AAAAAAAAASU/MH5ba8uuREo/s1600/0723001853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-gEIZhcXek/Tdvtqq33C8I/AAAAAAAAASU/MH5ba8uuREo/s320/0723001853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to move to Utah and it was a WHITE winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAG68LlFDfA/TdvwObAhdaI/AAAAAAAAASc/i3fY3avdTu0/s1600/SANY0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAG68LlFDfA/TdvwObAhdaI/AAAAAAAAASc/i3fY3avdTu0/s320/SANY0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xChJuXD8BnQ/TdvwOuIgo6I/AAAAAAAAASk/spfgiq0P_dM/s1600/SANY0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xChJuXD8BnQ/TdvwOuIgo6I/AAAAAAAAASk/spfgiq0P_dM/s320/SANY0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbL130nt5p0/TdvwPJrPMgI/AAAAAAAAASs/r_v-9BFnfD8/s1600/SANY0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbL130nt5p0/TdvwPJrPMgI/AAAAAAAAASs/r_v-9BFnfD8/s320/SANY0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to see the pretty lights at Temple Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBEgFhkym5A/TdvwgKoMONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2e8Oughcs1w/s1600/SANY0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBEgFhkym5A/TdvwgKoMONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2e8Oughcs1w/s320/SANY0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeoYBlWuZhU/Tdvwgi-31RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LhJGPgBxjf4/s1600/SANY0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeoYBlWuZhU/Tdvwgi-31RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LhJGPgBxjf4/s320/SANY0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKiQUfnpO4w/TdvwhES727I/AAAAAAAAATE/cjhpFDBrTL4/s1600/SANY0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKiQUfnpO4w/TdvwhES727I/AAAAAAAAATE/cjhpFDBrTL4/s320/SANY0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was pretty low key, just our little family of three.  Sydnee had a GREAT christmas thanks to Grandma, Papa and Mawma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8qE4ccvfqc/Tdvx4U3mgvI/AAAAAAAAATM/S6d_xoYzm9o/s1600/DSC01329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8qE4ccvfqc/Tdvx4U3mgvI/AAAAAAAAATM/S6d_xoYzm9o/s320/DSC01329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssUXHK_0iZg/Tdvx49w6XzI/AAAAAAAAATU/M8waKR2AnAc/s1600/DSC01341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssUXHK_0iZg/Tdvx49w6XzI/AAAAAAAAATU/M8waKR2AnAc/s320/DSC01341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXwYfm6ySok/Tdvx5VRs6CI/AAAAAAAAATc/567vMyLz6iA/s1600/DSC01344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXwYfm6ySok/Tdvx5VRs6CI/AAAAAAAAATc/567vMyLz6iA/s320/DSC01344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTCNeDPxrAU/Tdvx5nV0kuI/AAAAAAAAATk/XCzV5B_jLWQ/s1600/DSC01345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTCNeDPxrAU/Tdvx5nV0kuI/AAAAAAAAATk/XCzV5B_jLWQ/s320/DSC01345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January we went to visit Charlie's old stomping grounds. First stop Cincinnati, then Kentucky and finally Tennessee.  Sydnee and mommy got to finally meet Pawpa and GG Lawson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Family home in Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHRL9ZwCbg/TdvzfyO8mjI/AAAAAAAAATs/KnZw6pS2vkU/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHRL9ZwCbg/TdvzfyO8mjI/AAAAAAAAATs/KnZw6pS2vkU/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQiY9Y3B85o/TdvzgJJidCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRD5VOnMESg/s1600/IMG_0091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQiY9Y3B85o/TdvzgJJidCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRD5VOnMESg/s320/IMG_0091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawpa and GG's house in Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvNAkYDjsuw/Tdvzgkck89I/AAAAAAAAAT8/vBOHkedWWOI/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvNAkYDjsuw/Tdvzgkck89I/AAAAAAAAAT8/vBOHkedWWOI/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawpa Lawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfzJZY8XUpk/Tdvzhc4hSDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8nK_y10fLPE/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfzJZY8XUpk/Tdvzhc4hSDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8nK_y10fLPE/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG Lawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ7IackX-3Y/Tdvzh0H13LI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3C7k3FG0sd4/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ7IackX-3Y/Tdvzh0H13LI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3C7k3FG0sd4/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Generations of Lawsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDbqclNLnAg/Tdv0MxzsDHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vRgwkuu_NJQ/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDbqclNLnAg/Tdv0MxzsDHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vRgwkuu_NJQ/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some GOOD cookin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlr2wVEp-QE/Tdv0Neem9iI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aJm7tj1MuXg/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlr2wVEp-QE/Tdv0Neem9iI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aJm7tj1MuXg/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March Sydnee turned TWO.  We (Sydnee and I) were in California for my friend Jenny's bridal shower and Syd's birthday.  She got to spend it with Grandma, Papa and her cousins Hooch and Moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrI5z1LjDyk/Tdv1u_NrnHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/czHVaDgC7T0/s1600/P1010015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrI5z1LjDyk/Tdv1u_NrnHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/czHVaDgC7T0/s320/P1010015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PZjUtocxtI/Tdv1vOx3jdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uyAp1jJmtYY/s1600/P1010025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PZjUtocxtI/Tdv1vOx3jdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uyAp1jJmtYY/s320/P1010025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ5KxCm-L-c/Tdv1vU3FC-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uEDvfBA2k5g/s1600/P1010039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ5KxCm-L-c/Tdv1vU3FC-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uEDvfBA2k5g/s320/P1010039.JPG" /&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/-aU85jTdqtKU/Tdv1v_eddyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RdfDa6alde4/s1600/P1010010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU85jTdqtKU/Tdv1v_eddyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RdfDa6alde4/s320/P1010010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKZsoOhXtpE/Tdv1wA36sNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7Te4xPtuOSg/s1600/P1010044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKZsoOhXtpE/Tdv1wA36sNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7Te4xPtuOSg/s320/P1010044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was quite to but Sydnee got a guitar which she has wanted since we went to Tennessee and her Uncle Paul and cousin Caleb sang and played the guitar for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCpk7xcPqB8/Tdv3O30ZtQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9U7L-ZTAsW8/s1600/2011-04-24%2B12.49.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCpk7xcPqB8/Tdv3O30ZtQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9U7L-ZTAsW8/s320/2011-04-24%2B12.49.44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut_7SOlOnzc/Tdv3PC45jsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ej-wzf0wp8c/s1600/2011-04-24%2B12.41.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut_7SOlOnzc/Tdv3PC45jsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ej-wzf0wp8c/s320/2011-04-24%2B12.41.59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two yr picture.  Such character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG2-Xf4TG-8/Tdv3PqYEaKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vZGYEjUah2Q/s1600/2011-04-28_13.12.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG2-Xf4TG-8/Tdv3PqYEaKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vZGYEjUah2Q/s320/2011-04-28_13.12.07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before easter we moved again.  Just a bit more south than we were before to a town called Bluffdale.  We moved on March 31 and on April 2 while shopping with Sydnee at Target, I bent down to pick something up and blew a disc in my back.  I was rushed in for emergency surgery that night.  I have made incredible (according to my dr.s) progress for this type of injury.  I think it is because I had a goal in mind.  See my Sister from another mister, Jenny, was getting married on May 14th and I HAD to walk down that isle as one of her bridesmaids.  I wasn't going to miss that for anything in the world.  I worked hard and was able to walk the isle and stand for the whole ceremony with out my cane.  Here are some fun pictures form the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUZR7uxhK9E/Tdv40WRPrOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5XlZI1nw1-4/s1600/222369_10150184898451120_274323861119_7628522_5622628_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUZR7uxhK9E/Tdv40WRPrOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5XlZI1nw1-4/s320/222369_10150184898451120_274323861119_7628522_5622628_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHFWR7phQro/Tdv40rjwQzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MwJc5KpUuxE/s1600/225014_10150184901996120_274323861119_7628619_781011_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHFWR7phQro/Tdv40rjwQzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MwJc5KpUuxE/s320/225014_10150184901996120_274323861119_7628619_781011_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1FVfunbPdg/Tdv41MJl2gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3T9mL7zxTgk/s1600/229322_10150184902261120_274323861119_7628632_7227903_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1FVfunbPdg/Tdv41MJl2gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3T9mL7zxTgk/s320/229322_10150184902261120_274323861119_7628632_7227903_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIX5QgvoGFo/Tdv41yz4VII/AAAAAAAAAV8/qPxDkwcDKXA/s1600/226796_10150184901601120_274323861119_7628599_916460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIX5QgvoGFo/Tdv41yz4VII/AAAAAAAAAV8/qPxDkwcDKXA/s320/226796_10150184901601120_274323861119_7628599_916460_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-no-3YAOtkAM/Tdv42H_XgcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CGydjuuzX0o/s1600/222943_10150184900926120_274323861119_7628597_7970516_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-no-3YAOtkAM/Tdv42H_XgcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CGydjuuzX0o/s320/222943_10150184900926120_274323861119_7628597_7970516_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I will end this LONG over due post.  Hope you enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-5865155807622115701?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/5865155807622115701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=5865155807622115701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/5865155807622115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/5865155807622115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures-from-last-year-and-half.html' title='Pictures from the last year and a half.'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d--Un6x-GrI/Tdvm2WeoaII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dzz1bls_Dd0/s72-c/IMG_0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-7241440268541478877</id><published>2011-05-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:32:47.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture. Are we prepared?</title><content type='html'>Let me start this post by saying, I get very deep in this post and religious, if you feel compelled please keep reading, if not I hope you enjoy the pictures I put up after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this talk about the End of the World and when Christ is to come again I feel as though I should write down some of my feelings on this subject.  I was going to write this in my private journal but felt compelled to share it here.  I haven't blogged in well over a year and most of my blogs where about Sydnee.  This one, however is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I was NOT where I am now with church and my relationship with my Savior and God.  I was a bit of a partier and didn't think much about my eternal salvation.  I enjoyed going out and drinking and smoking and being very social.  I would stay out late more nights than not, I didn't go to church because I didn't like the way others looked at me or spoke to me, when in reality I didn't like the person I had become and therefore felt uncomfortable in the house of the Lord.  During this time of my life I had a recurring dream that at the time haunted me.  I had only been to the Temple to do baptisms for the dead and it had been years since I was worthy enough to do that.  The dream went like this..... I was walking down a wide road with thousands of others, my dad was next to me holding my hand.  There were no cars only people, everywhere, some where walking in the same direction as we were and some were going in circles, others were on the side of this road reaching out for help, pleading for us to come near them.  As I looked at these others on the side of the road I noticed that they could not move from their spots, their feet were melted into the asphalt.  I wondered why they were stuck and why I couldn't help them.  I looked at my dad and he simply said "We must press on".  I looked to see what we were going towards and in the center of this very winding road was the Salt Lake Temple.  It stood above the ground and everything else but this road seemed to be vanishing.  The crowd was thinning as we got closer to the Temple, soon those on the side were more persistent, promising salvation from the End.  Reaching and grabbing at us who walked by.  Many were persuaded by them and then become stuck themselves.  This whole time my dad held tight to my hand and kept pulling me forward.  When we finally made it to the Temple steps he turned and said "I have helped you get this far, the rest you have to do on your own.  I have to go now, but I will meet you on the other side."  At this point there were two lines, one for women and one for men.  I watched my dad go up those stairs and into the Temple.  I walked myself up to the stairs and when I tried to step up that first step I realized my feet had become stuck to the ground.  I couldn't move.  I watched as others went before me.  I had made it to the steps of the Temple, to the promise of salvation and I couldn't obtain it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that after having this dream more than three times I would have changed my life right then and there but I didn't.  I had many trials I had to go through before I made that change in my life.  I have now gotten past those obstacles that were preventing me from the Temple.  My parents did walk me to the steps of the Temple by their example and by never giving up on me and my progression.  I share this story first because it helped me to understand this new recurring dream I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am older, not much, but I know I am because Sydnee is a teenager.  I am very ill and end up dying, only I don't realize I have died.  I am walking among my family, all of them, mom, dad, Charlie, Sydnee and my siblings, but others are around too, that have past on already, my aunt Gaylene, my Grandparents.  I don't understand why I can see them all at the same time.  I try to say something to Sydnee and she doesn't respond, so I try to tell Charlie to get Sydnee's attention but he doesn't seem to hear me either.  My aunt (whom I have never met in life) comes and wraps her arms around me and tells me that I had died.  They can't see me or hear me.  She tells me that I am in what is called "waiting" that all those who have passed on are here waiting for Christ to come again just as those living are waiting.  But that as spirits we are still able to be among the living to help and guide in the lives of those we love.  She tells me of the times in my life that she was there to help me, that she was my guardian angel and now I can be one for my daughter and husband but that they already have many angels looking out for them.  That everyone living has many who watch over them and try to help them get back to this "waiting" room.  I was dead yet I walked the same earth as I did when I was living.  I saw the same things, the evil and the good.  I was still able to be near those I had left behind, only they couldn't see me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comforted by this dream, because whether or not that is how it is, I know I have angels watching over me.  If they walk beside me, or watch from afar, I know they are there.  Not one of us on earth truly now when Christ will come again but most of us know He will.  I have learned from these dreams that we must always be ready.  In my Relief Society meeting this last week the teacher shared a story, her daughter had been told that Pres. Monson said "to gather your families for this is the end." Which he never did, however, how often are we urged to get our lives and houses in order?  The Prophets have said for many years that we should always have our homes in order with the Lord, so that we are always prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when Christ will come, I don't know if I will still be living when He comes, but I do know that He WILL come again and I need to make sure my house is in order and that we all end up on the other side together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-7241440268541478877?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/7241440268541478877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=7241440268541478877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7241440268541478877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7241440268541478877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-are-we-prepared.html' title='Rapture. Are we prepared?'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-791583326148884589</id><published>2010-01-10T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:53:12.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVq0_TvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kHI6dqEAkn0/s1600-h/dl+1-9-10+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVq0_TvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kHI6dqEAkn0/s320/dl+1-9-10+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309602092633842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVYcwC2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SRm3098naS0/s1600-h/dl+1-9-10+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVYcwC2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SRm3098naS0/s320/dl+1-9-10+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309597159132002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVFwFZFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u2r8Nk_rUSQ/s1600-h/dl+1-9-10+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVFwFZFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u2r8Nk_rUSQ/s320/dl+1-9-10+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309592139949138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSU2RgaaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x-VtUYPLIs4/s1600-h/dl+1-9-10+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSU2RgaaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x-VtUYPLIs4/s320/dl+1-9-10+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309587985164706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSUudVgpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AlwFgrj71MU/s1600-h/dl+1-9-10+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSUudVgpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AlwFgrj71MU/s320/dl+1-9-10+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309585887298194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-791583326148884589?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/791583326148884589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=791583326148884589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/791583326148884589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/791583326148884589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qSVq0_TvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kHI6dqEAkn0/s72-c/dl+1-9-10+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-1812095857749517434</id><published>2010-01-10T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:47:01.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qQ_RcNcWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zHcd3BsnMKc/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qQ_RcNcWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zHcd3BsnMKc/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425308117809066338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone?  I know....long time and no write or new pictures.  I am here to post the latest and not so greatest pictures.  Sorry for not being on top of things and I just can't believe how fast time goes by.&lt;br /&gt; I got a new hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPR6kWS2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fCG7ei52J7U/s1600-h/Picture+599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPR6kWS2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fCG7ei52J7U/s320/Picture+599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306239063444322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydnee got to try on her BEANIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSOD02CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/i3CuHJAUFrc/s1600-h/Picture+626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSOD02CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/i3CuHJAUFrc/s320/Picture+626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306244295743522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some from Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSx6zCII/AAAAAAAAAOk/skXbzWpkLFo/s1600-h/Picture+769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSx6zCII/AAAAAAAAAOk/skXbzWpkLFo/s320/Picture+769.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306253921552514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSpNh6RI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Bbht5KH5W2Q/s1600-h/Picture+734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qPSpNh6RI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Bbht5KH5W2Q/s320/Picture+734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306251584203026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you all and hope 2010 is as good to you as 2009 has been to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-1812095857749517434?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/1812095857749517434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=1812095857749517434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/1812095857749517434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/1812095857749517434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go?'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/S0qQ_RcNcWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zHcd3BsnMKc/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-9195173682306366600</id><published>2009-10-28T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:01:53.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots O Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVC6s8NpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fqcdxFaod8o/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVC6s8NpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fqcdxFaod8o/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397728030753568402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVCWl_OgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K0UlfJ_Ew0g/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVCWl_OgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K0UlfJ_Ew0g/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397728021060729346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVCP1_XPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C9oq404z4F0/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVCP1_XPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C9oq404z4F0/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397728019248798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVBkfOpUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/J00vWQ2TpT8/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVBkfOpUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/J00vWQ2TpT8/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397728007610606914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVBaeD-lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Dew0Ol5kGdo/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPer5wdSI/AAAAAAAAALI/NvwBxRVqQh8/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721910747362594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPeVOiUyI/AAAAAAAAALA/oJ9F-FMSnQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0382b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPeVOiUyI/AAAAAAAAALA/oJ9F-FMSnQ4/s320/IMG_0382b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721904660501282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPIbCQvDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OTu-xhDCDBo/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPIbCQvDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OTu-xhDCDBo/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721528262507570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPAzKkAFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EzWvw45yri0/s1600-h/IMG_0302b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiPAzKkAFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EzWvw45yri0/s320/IMG_0302b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721397300822098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiO8i_GfAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_dvX8YE6YHs/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiO8i_GfAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_dvX8YE6YHs/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721324238306306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have time to write a lot but thought I would throw up some recent pictures for all of you that care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-9195173682306366600?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/9195173682306366600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=9195173682306366600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9195173682306366600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9195173682306366600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/10/lots-o-pictures.html' title='Lots O Pictures'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SuiVC6s8NpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fqcdxFaod8o/s72-c/IMG_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-9020012052279509096</id><published>2009-07-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:33:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping through the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6tj70LF9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P0X4vO4PDic/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6tj70LF9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P0X4vO4PDic/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358911439481018322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been super lucky with Sydnee.  She is really a good baby.  She cries when she is hungry or Mad at us, which sometimes happens.  But most the time she is happy.  She has just started to "talk".  She loves her mobile and will just stare up at her friends and chat.  It is so funny.  Also she has been sleeping through the night in her own bed in her own room for about three weeks now, minus the time in Vegas, all though she still slept through the night.  I had been putting her in there for her naps during the day and then one night decided it was time to try.  She slept for 9 hours and now averages about the 9-10 each night.  I guess Heavenly Father realized how hard pregnancy was on me He wanted to give me a break with her as a baby.  Although I have a feeling I will get back what I gave in her teenage years.  Pay back is a &amp;;*$@^, right mom?  Not that my mom would EVER say those words.  She would just say I am getting what I deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-9020012052279509096?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/9020012052279509096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=9020012052279509096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9020012052279509096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9020012052279509096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-through-night.html' title='Sleeping through the Night'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6tj70LF9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P0X4vO4PDic/s72-c/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-6723601251029819920</id><published>2009-07-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:36:03.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas with a BABY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6uIELQGeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_mAtJl-0xsU/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6uIELQGeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_mAtJl-0xsU/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358912060200589794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really haven't been that busy but we did just get back from Vegas. Charlie and I hadn't taken a Honeymoon so my dad got us a room at Tahiti Village which is just down from the action on the strip.  We were there for a whole week and had a great time.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6eouEUCaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwFIOJB6WAI/s1600-h/vegas+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6eouEUCaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwFIOJB6WAI/s320/vegas+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358895029015546274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it to the strip on Friday night and drove home on Saturday. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6g2ToIeEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Y8gnKxXO4Hc/s1600-h/vegas+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6g2ToIeEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Y8gnKxXO4Hc/s320/vegas+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897461459449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday we went to the Hoover Dam.  It was hott but was still pretty cool to see the new bridge they are building and to see to dam its self. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6hU3Qx82I/AAAAAAAAAJo/vDIcmZa9AbM/s1600-h/vegas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6hU3Qx82I/AAAAAAAAAJo/vDIcmZa9AbM/s320/vegas+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897986421257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6hKQijByI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wNwqRUpRGQQ/s1600-h/vegas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6hKQijByI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wNwqRUpRGQQ/s320/vegas+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897804228101922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydnee was NOT a fan of the heat but did pretty well over all.  For the rest of the time we just lounged around the pool and my husband actually got in the water with us.  Sydnee wasn't too sure of the whole pool thing.  She would fall asleep as soon as I put her suit on and wake up as soon as we got back to the room. Stinker.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6huTLdMfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OssVn3gTfjs/s1600-h/vegas+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6huTLdMfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OssVn3gTfjs/s320/vegas+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358898423411847666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday, my best friend Amber's little girl Brooke, graduated from Kindergarten.  It was nice to be there for her big day.  The kids just loved the baby and wanted to hold her all the time.  Aubree, Amber's youngest (almost 2), was so fascinated with Syd.  She just wanted to look at her and touch her and talk to her.  She was quite the chatter box. We had a great time, thanks mom and dad.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6eouEUCaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwFIOJB6WAI/s1600-h/vegas+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-6723601251029819920?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/6723601251029819920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=6723601251029819920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6723601251029819920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6723601251029819920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegas-with-baby.html' title='Vegas with a BABY!!'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/Sl6uIELQGeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_mAtJl-0xsU/s72-c/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-2761996338965897094</id><published>2009-05-19T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:29:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mommalawson"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShOi-huIWKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Jn1SLI9bnrY/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337789178451613858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more pictures like this click my lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-2761996338965897094?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/2761996338965897094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=2761996338965897094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/2761996338965897094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/2761996338965897094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/05/fudgsicle.html' title='Fudgsicle'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShOi-huIWKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Jn1SLI9bnrY/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-4088639720357682971</id><published>2009-05-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:20:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Great-Grandpa &amp; Great-Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJp1EphhHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jy0Su5ByyYs/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJp1EphhHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jy0Su5ByyYs/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337444868889347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So a few weekends ago my Grandpa and Grandma and Aunt Janet came to meet Sydnee and to congratulate Chad on graduating from Law School.  My Grandpa hasn't been doing too well lately and so every we see him could be the last (but truthfully it could be that way for all of us), anyway so we made sure to get some pictures with them and the two great-grand kids they have in sacramento.  My grandparents together have 6 kids, 21 grandkids and soon to be 29 great-grandkids.  But if you count everyone, it would be 8 kids, 27 grandkids.   Anyway here are a few pictures from that day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJp-LiTVqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OLGjXv0SHxw/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJp-LiTVqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OLGjXv0SHxw/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337445025356928674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJqiU1uF2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MZLKFan7ji0/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJqiU1uF2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MZLKFan7ji0/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337445646329583458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-4088639720357682971?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/4088639720357682971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=4088639720357682971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4088639720357682971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4088639720357682971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-few-weekends-ago-my-grandpa-and.html' title='Visit with Great-Grandpa &amp; Great-Grandma'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/ShJp1EphhHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jy0Su5ByyYs/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-412587986229246013</id><published>2009-05-05T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:15:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</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/_5FZdtnymMn4/SgD-C7HuIeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HNCnZDQrNUQ/s1600-h/3427762971_e886639261_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SgD-C7HuIeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HNCnZDQrNUQ/s320/3427762971_e886639261_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332541284989936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am really not that good at posting new blogs as you can tell from the past and now that Syd is here I feel like I don't have any time to do anything.  I know you mom's with three kids and two dogs, with soccer and dance are thinking I am a wimp and should have no excuses.  All I can say is...You are amazing and I am not!  Anyway I have uploaded some new pictures but am too lazy to take the time to post em here and so I include a link to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mommalawson"&gt;flickr here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a friend do a photo shoot for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsbluff/sets/72157616573557258/"&gt;Easter&lt;/a&gt; and here is the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsbluff/sets/72157616573557258/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor yesterday and she weighed 7lbs 3oz.  She sure is growing fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-412587986229246013?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/412587986229246013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=412587986229246013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/412587986229246013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/412587986229246013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SgD-C7HuIeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HNCnZDQrNUQ/s72-c/3427762971_e886639261_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-8977749097263017346</id><published>2009-03-30T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:11:53.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydnee Grace Onai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFdc5Ba10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/f0fqzeEv6F4/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFdc5Ba10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/f0fqzeEv6F4/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319135385825761090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is.  She came Friday night at 8:23 after a C-section.  My water broke around 4:30 that afternoon and I wasn't having any contractions.  She had been in the breech position for the last three weeks so they took her c-section.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.  She weighed 4 lbs 15 oz and they wisked her away to the special care nursery.  I didn't get to see her until about 1 Saturday morning.  Charlie had gone back and forth between her and I and took the first pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeC5O-ClI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0snOGzgs_b0/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeC5O-ClI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0snOGzgs_b0/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319136038717622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeD8qRQCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/akGsbbs1gGg/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeD8qRQCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/akGsbbs1gGg/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319136056817303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeuH205dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aoJv55O-GRo/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeuH205dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aoJv55O-GRo/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319136781377267154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeDgsvmhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uYc5A6wEgjk/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFeDgsvmhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uYc5A6wEgjk/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319136049311488530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought her in to me and we tried breastfeeding but she was too tired.  We were really lucky to have her stay with us in the room and because I had a c-section I had my own room.  She weighed 4 lbs 12.5 oz at 24 hrs old and then 4lbs 10.6oz today before we left.  She is tiny but very strong.  She has good control over her neck and head and loves to kicked you and straighten her little bird legs.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFfWMYkRkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/M9a_sdlhZF8/s1600-h/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFfWMYkRkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/M9a_sdlhZF8/s320/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319137469787293250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-8977749097263017346?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/8977749097263017346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=8977749097263017346' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/8977749097263017346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/8977749097263017346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/03/sydnee-grace-onai.html' title='Sydnee Grace Onai'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SdFdc5Ba10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/f0fqzeEv6F4/s72-c/sydnee+grace+onai+lawson+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-6631911310017379910</id><published>2009-03-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:27:00.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New for You</title><content type='html'>First for me, I was tagged by Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;1. Bones&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. My First Place&lt;br /&gt;4. House Hunters&lt;br /&gt;5. CSI&lt;br /&gt;6. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;7. Property Virgins&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things i did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate In-n-Out&lt;br /&gt;3. Slept&lt;br /&gt;4. Had Contractions&lt;br /&gt;5. Took a really long shower, I wish I had a nice big bath tub&lt;br /&gt;6. Slept&lt;br /&gt;7. Gave myself insilin shots&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting over this cold&lt;br /&gt;2. Having Sydnee&lt;br /&gt;3. Charlie getting a new job&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting my PI settlement&lt;br /&gt;5. Buying a house&lt;br /&gt;6. Not being pregnant&lt;br /&gt;7. Not being sick and pregnant&lt;br /&gt;8. Being well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;1. Rubio's&lt;br /&gt;2. 524 Mexican Grill&lt;br /&gt;3. Round Table&lt;br /&gt;4. In-n-Out&lt;br /&gt;5. Macoroni Grill&lt;br /&gt;6. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;7. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;8. TGIFridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my Wish List&lt;br /&gt;1. To Get better soon&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a healthy baby girl&lt;br /&gt;3. Own  our own home&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on our Honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;5. To be a good MOM&lt;br /&gt;6. Lose the baby weight quickly&lt;br /&gt;7. Have No Debt&lt;br /&gt;8. Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Kari&lt;br /&gt;2. Tausha&lt;br /&gt;3. Julia&lt;br /&gt;4. Amber&lt;br /&gt;5. April&lt;br /&gt;6. Krista&lt;br /&gt;7. Kristy&lt;br /&gt;8. Amberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-6631911310017379910?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/6631911310017379910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=6631911310017379910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6631911310017379910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6631911310017379910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-new-for-you.html' title='Something New for You'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-7583969291351398260</id><published>2009-01-26T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:13:21.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Long time no write. So I had a really good Christmas with my family in Utah sans the husband. It was cold and reminded me that I will probably never live there again, but I had a lot of fun with the nieces and nephews, it was fun to watch them open there presents and help them play with their new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie and I's NEW YEARS EVE was very quite. He left for work around 9:20 and I went to bed right after that. We are so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pregnancy is going better, somewhat. I have learned that I have gestational diabetes and toxemia. So I am going to a class for the diabetes and the only cure for toxemia is delivery so I just have to watch my blood pressure and not let stress get to me. Which is always easier said than done, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have included a few recent prego pictures for your viewing pleassure. Of course I think I just look fat, but hope you enjoy them.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SX5e6kHip2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pe4FqlLBhlk/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295774572055013218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SX5e6kHip2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pe4FqlLBhlk/s320/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295774858369678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SX5fLOuRu3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZpYpqeNVHr4/s320/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-7583969291351398260?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/7583969291351398260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=7583969291351398260' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7583969291351398260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7583969291351398260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-write.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SX5e6kHip2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pe4FqlLBhlk/s72-c/Picture+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-3614596900747982690</id><published>2008-12-10T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:08:21.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S A GIRL!!</title><content type='html'>So I have really thought this entire time that I was having a boy.  I was certain.  Well today we found out it is a very HEALTHY baby girl.  Thank you to everyone who has prayed for us and supported us in some of our troubled times.  We appreciate it more than you will ever know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on girl names?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-3614596900747982690?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/3614596900747982690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=3614596900747982690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3614596900747982690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3614596900747982690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-girl.html' title='IT&quot;S A GIRL!!'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-1623463804840565326</id><published>2008-12-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:40:42.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary News</title><content type='html'>So I have really been trying not to scare myself during this pregnancy with what ifs and such but last night I got so news from my OB that upset me.  I have also tried really hard to stay off the Internet with some of the symptoms I have been having.  On Monday as I said in the previous post, we went to have an ultrasound to find out what we are having.  Friday night my OB leaves me a message saying she has had a chance to go over my ultrasound results and there is a problem with the umbilical cord.  Most healthy umbilical cords have three arteries or yet two arteries and one vein.  Mine however is what they call a Single Umbilical Artery, which means there is only one artery and one vein.  Over the message she tells me that it can cause abnormalities in anatomy and that we should see a Perinatal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Specialist&lt;/span&gt;.  So instead of staying away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and just waiting to see what the specialist has to say I start my own research which was a VERY bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that if I write about it then I don't cry or freak out as much, unless of course I am talking to my mother, then I just cry and cry.  I am not asking why me, but more of what does this mean?  Am I going to be able to handle this?  Is the baby going to live?  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to be thankful for in my life and I don't want to forget that ever, I know my Heavenly Father loves me and I will never forget that.  I don't blame God, I don't blame myself, I just want to know what now?  I pray that this baby is as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; as can be and won't have to deal with too much in life.  I pray that I can be the best mother I can and show this child all the love I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry this is such a depressing blog but I needed to get it out and just release some of this weight I feel.  God be with you all and with my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-1623463804840565326?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/1623463804840565326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=1623463804840565326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/1623463804840565326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/1623463804840565326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/12/scary-news.html' title='Scary News'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-3184354085513061967</id><published>2008-12-03T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:33:45.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So this is for a few of my friends who have requested that they needed updates. As you can tell from previous posts, I only write when something is going on, cause my life is pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been feeling much better in way of the baby, however I got a nasty case of Bronchitis I am currently working on getting over. I started to feel little movements which is NOT at all what I expected it to feel like. Which brings me to think of a few things no one ever told me about pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It feels like they are punching you from the inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You pee a little bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you sneeze, cough, laugh, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headaches NEVER go away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wake up every two hours to pee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And countless others I can't think of or remember right now because of the lack of concentration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, we did have an Ultrasound appointment on Monday to find out what this thing in side me is and we are excited to announce it is HUMAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788216290338002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/STddbi4tZNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6m_k15K2kG0/s320/W4a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were scared there for a bit, however, it was feeling shy so we are still in the dark like the rest of you. I promise when I find out what sex it is I will let EVERYONE know. Importantly we know it is healthy and on track, which is about as much as I could ask for. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to be pregnant. Charlie and I have both wanted children for a long time and we feel very blessed that this child is coming into our lives. Hope this finds everyone well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-3184354085513061967?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/3184354085513061967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=3184354085513061967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3184354085513061967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3184354085513061967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-post.html' title='A NEW POST'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/STddbi4tZNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6m_k15K2kG0/s72-c/W4a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-207548555886483989</id><published>2008-10-23T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:48:44.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far I have been to the hospital twice with this pregnancy and I am only 13.5 weeks along.  My first visit was Sept 13th, I was having sever pains on my right side and couldn't hardly stand up straight.  I was afraid it was ectopic which I think I talked about in an earlier post, but the second time was this last Tuesday.  Charlie came home like he normally does at 8:30 and woke me up to get ready for work.  I got ready to get in the shower when I realized I was bleeding, quite a bit.  I had no pain which scared me even more because of my past experience with miscarriage.  I called my Dr.'s office and they told me to go to the ER now.  We got to the ER around 10am and didn't leave there until 4pm.  I had an ultrasound and everything looks fine with the baby.  Very active and healthy heart rate.  About half way through our ER visit I start to get the same pains I had in Sept.  After 6 hours in the ER and lots of blood work later, they send me home with a diagnosis of Threaten Miscarriage.  Which pretty much means nothing to me.  They tell me that the baby looks and sounds fine so why tell me its a possible miscarriage.  I am told to go home and rest and follow up with my OB.  So yesterday I am still bleeding and in pain and I go see my OB who tells me there is nothing wrong with the baby but she has NO idea what is causing the bleeding or the pain.  So here I am, still bleeding and STILL in PAIN!! and there is not a dang thing I can do about it, except take Tylenol and really that does NOTHING for the pain.  I just hope it gets better and will be an easy pregnancy from here on out or I don't know if I can do it again after this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-207548555886483989?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/207548555886483989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=207548555886483989' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/207548555886483989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/207548555886483989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/10/hospital-visits.html' title='Hospital Visits'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-6131730346983908186</id><published>2008-09-25T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:59:38.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIT early but we can't help it</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know that we still have like 29 weekes until this baby comes but we couldn't help ourselves. And if you know my husband, you know he likes to be PREPARED. I think we could have this baby tomorrow and we would be ready. Charlie got a student loan and we decided to use some of the money for baby furniture. It came in last Friday and we just had to pick it up. The crib was actually very easy to put together although the desser not so much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250093111342091346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwT3ltFTFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QqxJsnfh-IY/s320/crib+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250093285783156818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwUBvjEuFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RRZF46wl6BI/s320/desser.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250095185707251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwVwVURtXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w06EM7ingyI/s320/changer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwWl_47iiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/q3wShNVKcrg/s1600-h/crib2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250096107668343330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwWl_47iiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/q3wShNVKcrg/s320/crib2.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwXJzm6zcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SspuSTI13pU/s1600-h/crib4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250096722846862786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwXJzm6zcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SspuSTI13pU/s320/crib4.bmp" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250096340489298354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwWzjNxYbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b68gJdX4nDA/s320/crib3.bmp" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the quality of the pictures, they were taken with Charlie's phone.  And we don't know what we are having yet but my sister gave me the bedding and I thought it was SO cute I just had to use it.  I think it could go either way, although I really feel like I am having a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-6131730346983908186?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/6131730346983908186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=6131730346983908186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6131730346983908186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/6131730346983908186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/09/bit-early-but-we-cant-help-it.html' title='A BIT early but we can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SNwT3ltFTFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QqxJsnfh-IY/s72-c/crib+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-3416106044694401482</id><published>2008-09-15T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:28:46.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so I know I have been a major slacker with this blog. But honestly I thought nothing exciting had happened, that is until I was told otherwise last night at family dinner. First off let me start back in July, as you may remember I was laid off the end of June so I decided I was going to take a vacation. I started with 10 days in Saint George at my best friends house, we went to the lake, watched fireworks, and played with the kids a ton. Then I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clearfield&lt;/span&gt; to see my sister Katie and her newest baby Payton.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246447331782607202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8gDSeywWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IUQy_f3uaVc/s320/Payton+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While there my moms family was having their first ever family reunio&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8lz2ZlKgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iHWJo8zzZ3U/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453663616281090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8lz2ZlKgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iHWJo8zzZ3U/s320/Picture+098.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n. I had never been to a family reunion and so really didn't know what to expect. My Uncle does some work for a family that owns this HUGE cabin up Spanish Fork Canyon. Katie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madyson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt;, my Mom and I headed up on Friday July 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. After getting lost for about two hours and endless dirt roads, my uncle came to find us. I was surprised to see just how much of my family was there. Some of my cousins I hadn't seen in 16 years if ever. We had a great time and it was really nice to have so much family together in one place. We played games and cooked and just sat around and talked. I drove home with my Aunt and Grandpa on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8mnxnCwqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lie-KHRDyEI/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246454555683766946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8mnxnCwqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lie-KHRDyEI/s320/Picture+049.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246454931428935378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8m9pXrBtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TdSbCuQBlMs/s320/Picture+096.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;August wasn't that exciting until about the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when I found out I was pregnant. I know you are all thinking "how is that NOT exciting news?" Well I didn't want to get my hopes to soon. With my history I was scared to say anything too soon. Although I did tell my husband and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I was offered a job with Community &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Collaborative&lt;/span&gt; Charter Schools as an Office Clerk. I started September 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I love it. The teachers are great, the kids are nice, and the pay is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I hadn't wanted to say anything about the pregnancy was that I was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of pain in my abdomen, especially the right side. I have had a history of ovarian cyst so I wasn't sure if it was that or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ectopic&lt;/span&gt;. Charlie was so worried that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; we go to the ER. Side note, I don't have insurance yet. Anyway, he didn't care about that and was so worried it was giving him stomach issues. We got to the ER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning about 11am, they got me right in and set me up with an IV and gave me drugs for the pain. We got in to the ultra sound around 2pm, after all was said and done, I have a cyst on my LEFT ovary, nothing on my right to explain the pain. We did get to see our BLOB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;flutter&lt;/span&gt;, as Charlie put it. So we know it is in the right place and doing what it needs to be doing, which makes Charlie and I feel tons better. I may not know what is causing the pain but knowing that everything else is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for now will help me get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to give thanks to my Heaven Father for keeping me safe and taken care off. My husband and I have been on our knees more in the last two months than in a really long time. He has given us both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; neither of us thought we had and helped calm fears. It has been hard for me to get the desire to go back to church. With my husband not a member and me not knowing anyone in the ward, it is easier for me to just stay in bed and read my scriptures and pray. I know I need to be going, I need to make it a priority and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there it is, the update on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lawson's&lt;/span&gt; for the last two and a half months. Sorry it took so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-3416106044694401482?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/3416106044694401482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=3416106044694401482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3416106044694401482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3416106044694401482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='UPDATES!!!'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SM8gDSeywWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IUQy_f3uaVc/s72-c/Payton+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-9045132930952842450</id><published>2008-06-28T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:38:21.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?  Why Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so I should start off and say that I need to be counting my blessings and not playing the pity party card, I know that I have a lot going for me in my life but just when things start to go right something bad happens. I started going back to church and living the way God wants me to and actually got Charlie to go to. For those that don't know, my husband Charlie is not a member of the church. He has amazing faith and is very open to the gospel which is also a huge blessing, but we hadn't been to church since our wedding. Anyway, we start going to church, reading the scriptures and all that other good stuff. I had three jobs and even tho I hated the one the paid the bills, I was going to stick with it. On Monday night I got really sick. Sicker than I had been in a really long time. I couldn't keep anything down. I called in sick to work (the job I hate) because I knew I would spend most of my day in the bathroom. I was in bed all day Tuesday and Tuesday night it got worse. I thought I was going to die, or maybe I wanted to die because the pain was so bad but I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep and would again spend the next day in the bathroom as well. I called and left a voice mail message for my boss that I wouldn't be in on Wednesday either, but that I was sorry and hoped I would feel better by Thursday so I wouldn't miss anymore time. Wednesday morning around 10 am I get a call from my boss. First, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; asleep and some what comfortable, and second I really didn't know quite what was going on. Anyway, he says to me that he feels it is time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BSES&lt;/span&gt; and Amy to part ways. Half asleep I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; realize what he is saying, he is firing my over the phone when I am feeling near death. I guess I was quiet for too long cause he says "did you hear me?" Um I think what you are saying is that you no longer want me to work for you? Well the market is REALLY slow right now and I don't have anything to do when I am there but WHO fires, or "lets someone go" when they are sick? I just don't get it. Now of course I don't want HIM (boss man) to think he got to me, so I don't cry until after we hang up, but come on, I am sick, I am sleepy, and I just lost my job. Even if I did HATE the place and pretty much everyone that worked there, I was already emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it is Saturday and the only good thing that has come from this, besides not having to work at a place I hate, is that my little sister just had her third baby in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; and we have a family reunion out there in two weeks. Before, I wouldn't have been able to go because I could never get time off but now, I have all the time in the world. Of course I have to find another job and soonish but it will be nice to get out there and see family and not have to worry about seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BSES&lt;/span&gt; again. The other good thing is I wouldn't have been able to go back to work on Thursday. I thought Tuesday night was the worst of it but I had NO idea what I was in for. Here it is Saturday and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; feel some what normal. I ate today for the first time in four days. Even tho I didn't eat for that time, I don't think I lost any weight. BLAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I am going to Utah for a mini vacation and then it is full force ahead to find a new job. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-9045132930952842450?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/9045132930952842450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=9045132930952842450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9045132930952842450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/9045132930952842450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-me-why-now.html' title='Why me?  Why Now?'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-4453134881129362436</id><published>2008-06-19T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:23:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maploco.com/view.php?id=2647679"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://www.maploco.com/vmap/2647679.png" alt="Visitor Map"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maploco.com/"&gt;Create your own visitor map!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzg4ODk2MTA3MSZwdD*xMjEzODg5MDI2MTY*JnA9bWFwbG9jbyUyRWNvbSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-4453134881129362436?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/4453134881129362436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=4453134881129362436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4453134881129362436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4453134881129362436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/06/places.html' title='Places'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-386294815772910732</id><published>2008-06-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:15:03.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>I meant to blog about this earlier but I tend to put things off for a long time and then forget.  So since I am always so bored at work I thought why not do something productive, even if it isn't productive for the company....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFKaNixRmNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WlP1PNGVVUA/s1600-h/20080529093215621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 250px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFKaNixRmNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WlP1PNGVVUA/s320/20080529093215621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211397276283541714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was in April and Charlie surprised me with tickets to see Phantom of the Opera here in Sacramento. I love the theatre but have only been a few times.  I fell in love with the story of Phantom when I saw a high school performance of it.  Then of course the movie was good too, but I have always wanted to see it live.  Not many of you know Charlie, but he is NOT your theatre going kind of guy.  He would rather watch football or wrestling (WWF or whatever they call it now).  So when I saw two tickets I figured he wanted me to take my mom or a friend.  Nope he wanted to experience something new with me.  I have been so blessed with him in my life.  I have never had a man treat me the way he does, he really will do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The play was on Wednesday, May 28th, and we started the night at our favorite Mexican Restaurant which also happens to be the sight of our first date.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFKaO4IE_CI/AAAAAAAAADI/0vEeCsHnhzo/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFKaO4IE_CI/AAAAAAAAADI/0vEeCsHnhzo/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211397299196197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a wonderful dinner and then proceeded to the show.  We were a bit early so we took a nice walk around capitol park, I would have taken more pictures but I had forgotten to charge the camera battery and I didn't want to waste it, of course now I wish I had taken some of the capitol, it was beautiful at sunset.  Anyway we found our seats which were perfect, in the middle of the grand tier where I could see the entire stage.  The play was amazing.  Charlie actually enjoyed himself and even said he wouldn't mind seeing another one sometime, maybe even something at Music Circus.  Over all I had a wonderful time with my wonderful husband and best friend.  I love you so much Charlie and I hope that I show you that every day for the rest of our lives.  You are my one and only, and I can't believe you actually picked me.&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/8732159486639863642-386294815772910732?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/386294815772910732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=386294815772910732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/386294815772910732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/386294815772910732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFKaNixRmNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WlP1PNGVVUA/s72-c/20080529093215621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-8353951651004390365</id><published>2008-06-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:27:21.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting frustration'/><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so I know I haven't blogged in like forever but nothing exciting happens in my life. EVER! I really don't like my job, that is my full time job. I sit all day long and do nothing. I know some of you think this would be great but I get so bored. I can't tell you how many people I feel like I am stalking because I go look at their blogs everyday and yet they probably have no idea who I am or remember me, anyway, I am bored out of my mind and can't help but think how much fun it would be to be a stay at home mom. Motherhood has been on my mind a lot lately, or lack of motherhood rather. I know I have only been married for five months but I want kids so bad and I want them while I am still kinda young. The other frustrating thing is that I don't know if we did have a baby, if we could afford for me to be a stay at home mom. I am the bread winner, the one who puts food on the table, and Charlie has said many times that he would love to be a stay at home dad so that I could still work. I don't want to work. I am just venting here but seriously, I want to be there when my children start to talk, crawl, walk, date. I don't want to be stuck behind some desk just because I make more money. Personally I think he will make a great dad and he is already my little home maker. He does the laundry, and cleans and even cooks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway I know I should quit complaining and count my many blessings because I am blessed in so many ways. I have a great loving husband who would do anything for me, amazing parents who have never given up on me, sisters that just keep giving me nephews and niece(S) to play with and a brother who.....well whom I love. My friends are awesome and always there when I need to talk or scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-8353951651004390365?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/8353951651004390365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=8353951651004390365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/8353951651004390365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/8353951651004390365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-so-i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-like.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-3768433238472139507</id><published>2008-05-22T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:26:25.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I am finally getting around to posting about our trip to Vegas and St. George Utah.  We left Wednesday night and spent two nights and two days in Vegas at the Monte Carlo, which was actually very nice, and well situated on the strip, even with all the construction going on.  We shopped and ate some pretty good food, and saw lots of celebrities. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFMA5fGT2tI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZp5m-Yhv-8/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 98px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFMA5fGT2tI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZp5m-Yhv-8/s320/DSC03374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211510181398305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFMBr72zQbI/AAAAAAAAADg/afmdaObE5Yo/s1600-h/DSC03404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 104px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFMBr72zQbI/AAAAAAAAADg/afmdaObE5Yo/s320/DSC03404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511048111342002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon we made our way to St. George to see my Best Friend and her family. We had a great time and can't wait to move there in December. I am so done with California.  I want to raise my family somewhere safer than Sacramento.  It will be hard to be away from my parents but with three of us kids in Utah they will have to just come and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-3768433238472139507?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/3768433238472139507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=3768433238472139507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3768433238472139507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3768433238472139507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/05/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini Vacation'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/SFMA5fGT2tI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZp5m-Yhv-8/s72-c/DSC03374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-5626619784466128278</id><published>2008-03-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:27:42.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Suck!  I wanted to Slap the Lady and take her Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I worked today at my part time job at the Arden Fair Mall.  A co-workers Grandma is in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; and is dying so I thought I would help her out and work her shift for her.  I work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crabtree&lt;/span&gt; and Evelyn and we have a little store.  A women came in with her four children, 16 yr old male, 12 yr old male, 8 yr old female and 2 yr old male in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt;.  My co-worker Diana started talking to the lady as normal and I started talking to the baby and little girl.  The two boys went off in the other direction and I thought the oldest one had left the store.  The middle boy was over in the corner looking at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sleepwear&lt;/span&gt;, didn't really think much of it, but as I turned back towards the mother and other two children I heard our backroom door close.  I turn and now the older boy is in the store and the only place he could have come from is our backroom, but by the time I put all of this together the family is leaving the store and I say to Diana that I think he was back there.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I did not see.  She runs to the backroom and her wallet is open and she is missing her cash, I then look at mine and so am I so run out and watch them go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nordstroms&lt;/span&gt; while Diana calls security (which by the way is a JOKE!).  I stay back thinking I don't have any authority to do anything, following them but waiting for the mall security.  I follow them outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nordstroms&lt;/span&gt; and around the back of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JCPenneys&lt;/span&gt; towards Macy's when the security guards find me.  I tell them want happened and the one on the bike is right behind them.  I say that is them but he doesn't do anything.  The family enters into Macy's and the security just sits there.  What are you waiting for, that is them.  They (the GREAT mall security) can't go into Macy's because they don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jurisdiction&lt;/span&gt;.  Macy's Loss Prevention has to invite them in, which takes a good five minutes.  So the jerks got our money and they can't do anything about it.  The cops show up go into Macy's but can't find a family of five that fits my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the mother has ditched the stroller and decided to split up.  All in all, I am out $66 and Diana is out almost $200.  WHO teaches their children to do this?  WHO thought it was okay to make your children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt;?  WHY do we have mall security if they CAN'T do anything?  I want to find this mother and slap her across her face, have her children taken away from her and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ovaries&lt;/span&gt; taken out so she can NEVER again bare children.  People suck.  I hate the world we live in today.  I am  scared to have children because they will have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;interact&lt;/span&gt; with these children, they will be faced with these kinds of people.  What happened to getting up and going to a REAL job to earn money for your family.  WHY would you think it is okay to steal from people who are probably struggling more than you are.  WHO have TWO jobs for a reason.  Is there anywhere in the world that is safe to try and raise a family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-5626619784466128278?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/5626619784466128278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=5626619784466128278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/5626619784466128278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/5626619784466128278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-suck-i-wanted-to-slap-lady-and.html' title='People Suck!  I wanted to Slap the Lady and take her Baby'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-4921192941588865491</id><published>2008-03-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:01:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it.</title><content type='html'>10 Years ago...I was 18 and finishing my first finials at Ricks College in Idaho. I thought I knew what life was going to be like and felt like I would be married with in two years....HA! Realized that Idaho is the COLDEST place on earth during the winter and that your nose hairs really can freeze. Learned what it was like to on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived...1. Antelope, CA 2. Sacramento, CA 3. Orem, UT 4. Rexburg, ID 5. Vallejo, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on my to do list today...1. Sit here bored at work 2. Have dinner with Charlie 3. Go to Accupunture appointment 4. Make Babies (is this better Chad?) 5. Go grocery Shopping. I know I have a hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I've had...1. Albertsons 2. Lowe's 3. Wells Fargo 4. Potter-Taylor 5. Brown Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years from now...I want to have at least three kids, own a home and be out of debt, and still happily married to my wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-4921192941588865491?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/4921192941588865491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=4921192941588865491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4921192941588865491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/4921192941588865491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-years-ago.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it.'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-3374909416030984667</id><published>2008-02-19T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:07:38.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made DINNER</title><content type='html'>I know for most of you this is no big deal, but for me it is huge.  I used to cook a little bit when I was in college and then a bit more if I was trying to impress a guy but honestly I haven't cooked anything in a really long time.  So Charlie and I are trying to eat better and not eat out so much.  We went grocery shopping on Friday and spent a good chunk of money.  Saturday I got up and went down to spend sometime with my parents and nephew Hooch.  We went for a long walk and then I went through some of my dads magazines to find easy recipes.   One that sounded good was this Chicken Cacciatore  dish.  I thought it didn't sound so hard so this is what I got.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R7soZESJTWI/AAAAAAAAACI/rC007gw3bZ4/s1600-h/Chicken+Cacciatore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R7soZESJTWI/AAAAAAAAACI/rC007gw3bZ4/s320/Chicken+Cacciatore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168769408449465698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie seemed to like it enough to eat the leftovers the next day.  I thought it was good and something I would definitely try again.  Anyway over all we had a great weekend and tonight I think I will start a Spaghetti Roast. MMM, my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-3374909416030984667?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/3374909416030984667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=3374909416030984667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3374909416030984667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/3374909416030984667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-made-dinner.html' title='I Made DINNER'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R7soZESJTWI/AAAAAAAAACI/rC007gw3bZ4/s72-c/Chicken+Cacciatore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-573290361365108011</id><published>2008-02-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:44:00.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://shannnonfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/husband-tag.html"&gt;Husband Tag&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What is his name? Charles Lawson but we all call him Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? 41 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? Just a little over 4 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? umm....we both love our food, he usually finishes his and then eats my left overs the next day.  But he burns it off faster than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more speeding tickets? Well since he drives like an old lady, I do.  If they gave tickets out for driving the slowest he would have his license suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive? Him.  I don't let too much get to me, I think they may change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? We don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? I did.  He thought it was kinda fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? Charlie has this ability to do all math in his head in like 2.2 seconds.  He knows a lot about a lot of things.  I have more street smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? He does.  He is home during the day and doesn't mind doing it, although I have to remind him to separate my darks and lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes? He does.  Well if I dirty a plate or cup I just put it in the dishwasher, but he starts it and empties it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Looking at the bed, Charlie does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? Charlie.  I am not very good with money.  Other peoples money, I am fine, but ours....not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? Sadly we eat out way too much.  I think we have only cooked maybe three meals at home since we got married.  And we both helped.  Although he enjoys it more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together? He would prefer to drive since I give him a heart attack every time I drive and we end up not talking to each other for the rest of the drive.  When he drives I just try to relax and settle in for the long slow stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? Mine.  Since his mom lives 1100± miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? Charlie.  Although I think I pushed him to do it sooner than he would have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who has more friends? ummm, probably me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings?Charlie is an only child, so me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? I would say him although he does everything I suggest so maybe I do.  Man did I get lucky or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-573290361365108011?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/573290361365108011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=573290361365108011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/573290361365108011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/573290361365108011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/02/husband-tag-what-is-his-name-charles.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732159486639863642.post-7949116367820684711</id><published>2008-01-28T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:08:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Days of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N54W4hW5I/AAAAAAAAABo/UGt7Aucmv2c/s1600-h/IMG_2067s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N54W4hW5I/AAAAAAAAABo/UGt7Aucmv2c/s320/IMG_2067s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162103607019002770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought since everyone else has one of these I would start one, just to let everyone know what all was going on in the Married Life of Charlie and Amy Lawson, as well as post some of our wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a blistery rainy beautiful wonderful day. We got married. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; the cold and constant rain, everyone was able to make it to the church on time and in one piece. We got married at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Church I grew up going to. It was a small and intimate group of our families and friends. We then celebrated by going to pizza at the local round table. Our reception was later that night at the beautiful home of family friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cortopassi's&lt;/span&gt;. My mom and who ever helped her did an amazing job on the decor and really making it such a special day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N6FW4hW6I/AAAAAAAAABw/Af7uJRnrY2s/s1600-h/IMG_1930s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N6FW4hW6I/AAAAAAAAABw/Af7uJRnrY2s/s320/IMG_1930s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162103830357302178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our 3 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;. I know it sounds silly. I think I am more in love with Charlie today than I was on the day we got married, something about living with that one person, getting to know EVERYTHING about them all the little things that you didn't know before. It has been amazing. We love our little home but are both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; to love our jobs. It is sad that so much of life is centered around money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we hope this finds everyone well and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N8K24hW7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EnfUdgtDsjg/s1600-h/IMG_2113s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N8K24hW7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EnfUdgtDsjg/s320/IMG_2113s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162106123869838258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732159486639863642-7949116367820684711?l=amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/feeds/7949116367820684711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732159486639863642&amp;postID=7949116367820684711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7949116367820684711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732159486639863642/posts/default/7949116367820684711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyandcharlielawson.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-thought-since-everyone-else-has.html' title='Best Days of my Life'/><author><name>Amy &amp;amp; Charlie Lawson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06274226288110526967</uri><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/_5FZdtnymMn4/THMU2AptS9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fjcOJTFWNrM/S220/0723001808.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5FZdtnymMn4/R6N54W4hW5I/AAAAAAAAABo/UGt7Aucmv2c/s72-c/IMG_2067s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
