<?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-7699482728962880147</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:27:44.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-5351866599499607705</id><published>2009-11-01T21:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:38:06.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged.  I am not going to make excuses for myself, but here is an updated post...sort of.  My memory card reader adapter thingy was mysteriously broken (I think a 2 year old got a hold of it) so now I have no way of uploading my digital pics to my laptop, unless I spend money to buy a new adapter.  So, for now, here are some somewhat recent pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLEMAN AND HIS SHENANIGANS.  Playing with grandma's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5Sc5ffRsI/AAAAAAAAApk/NJr41h_SEaE/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343659686512322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5Sc5ffRsI/AAAAAAAAApk/NJr41h_SEaE/s400/IMG_3017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting in one last swim of the summer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340955633158082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5P_gG7h8I/AAAAAAAAApE/bcJwgC7cEuw/s400/IMG_3878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A photo shoot, on location with BRC Photography.  Dominic is almost 5 months old, but these next few pics are of him at one and two months old.  Enjoy till next time, whenever that will be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5R9LwJ66I/AAAAAAAAApc/tAHg8xm2rQs/s1600-h/Dominic+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343114832440226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5R9LwJ66I/AAAAAAAAApc/tAHg8xm2rQs/s400/Dominic+BW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5Rw245S9I/AAAAAAAAApU/LHqIVd7k3LE/s1600-h/Dominic+and+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399342903073524690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5Rw245S9I/AAAAAAAAApU/LHqIVd7k3LE/s400/Dominic+and+Mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339600562032514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5OwoEzD4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eBXogt08vZE/s400/IMG_3860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399337624482075778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5M9mmn1II/AAAAAAAAAok/-d9CF34m5dM/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5351866599499607705?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5351866599499607705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5351866599499607705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5351866599499607705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5351866599499607705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Su5Sc5ffRsI/AAAAAAAAApk/NJr41h_SEaE/s72-c/IMG_3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1939903290658178026</id><published>2009-07-15T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:09:49.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sl415YBCdSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ra8ZSZ3kQYQ/s1600-h/Dominic%27s+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358779866433090850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sl415YBCdSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ra8ZSZ3kQYQ/s400/Dominic%27s+blessing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dominic was blessed on June 14th while my parents were here.  He was only two weeks old, so we did the blessing in our home.  It was awesome.  Chris did a great job insctructing and blessing our little guy.  I felt the spirit, and I know other did as well.  It was peaceful and calm throughout the entire blessing.  I always have someone help me write down words of the blessings for my sons, so I can type them out and put them in a safe place until I get them in a baby book.  It's something my mom always did and I love to look back at all the father's blessings I was given and read the advice and direction from Heavenly Father.  Hopefully our sons will look back at their baby blessings as more than just a day they recieved their name for church records.  Father's blessings are always instructional and given with great love and I'm hoping the words  spoken will be read with understanding in my son's later years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1939903290658178026?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1939903290658178026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1939903290658178026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1939903290658178026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1939903290658178026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dominic-was-blessed-on-june-14th-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sl415YBCdSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ra8ZSZ3kQYQ/s72-c/Dominic%27s+blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-9151915570974427475</id><published>2009-06-22T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:57:28.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your bumb bumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sj_S8bd5P8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Z_TsCeKYaBQ/s1600-h/MOV06151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picnicking&lt;/span&gt; with my parents at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sulphur&lt;/span&gt; Springs, Coleman got a bit of a jig in his step after swimming. We were able to convince him to keep dancing while my mom rolled the tape. Notice the "Helen Keller" rap song being sung by my husband? Notice my retort of "Horrible" to him after he finished. Yeah. We both think rap is laughable, so he wasn't serious. Anyway, this little dance/walk is catching on and he does it all the time now. Maybe by the time he's three he'll be pop-lockin' and c-walking. 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Welcome to the family, little guy.  8lbs 8oz, 19" long.  Looked just like Coleman at first.  But, now he's coming into his own little Dominic look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP5pbaj2xI/AAAAAAAAAns/5XDE_9Y3Q7Y/s1600-h/DSC05764%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891672748022546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP5pbaj2xI/AAAAAAAAAns/5XDE_9Y3Q7Y/s320/DSC05764%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346892857814725778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP6uaIetJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PRIUPVZFemU/s320/DSC05823%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP4ZbHpJpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2rBVqTy3Txg/s1600-h/DSC05764%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346890868723582258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP46oMMhTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/23ysuRcfAE8/s320/DSC05774%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had the perfect coloring. He latched on like an old pro. Never had jaundice, sleeps really good. He only wakes up to eat once at night, and then snoozes until about 9am every morning! He's too cute and as chill as could be! I wake up at night wondering when my little guy is going to want to eat again...but I soon doze off and relax for many more hours. It's crazy. Coleman was up through most of the night for the first three months. Good news about Coleman though, he LOVES his little brother. He helps get diapers, kisses him in the morning, and sneeks kisses throughout the day. About day three in the hospital Coleman requested to hold Dominic. They sat and watched cartoons for a while. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891226771807874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP5PeBi3oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nkrmfXw5-us/s320/Collages1%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; We love having another little guy in our home.  He is precious and has already brought so much joy into our lives.  I'm amazed every time I think about the miracle of life and am filled with gratitude that I get to be a part of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5591156319787873569?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5591156319787873569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5591156319787873569&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5591156319787873569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5591156319787873569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SjP5pbaj2xI/AAAAAAAAAns/5XDE_9Y3Q7Y/s72-c/DSC05764%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2572341000636520501</id><published>2009-05-24T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:54:19.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh BOY!</title><content type='html'>Less that two weeks away...can you feel it?  Well, probably not, but I can.  From the aching nether regions to low back pain, from abdominal cramping to sleepless nights, and from having no clothes that fit to prepping every inch of my house, I can feel it!  My time as a pregnant lady is almost up!  I can't wait.  True, when babies are in the womb they are fed, rocked to sleep, asleep period, and cause little to no problems.  But, I am SO looking forward to having little Dominic present and physically in my arms.  He's a mover and a shaker, but I have a feeling he'll be a pleasant little guy, observing the shenanigans of his big brother rather than acting out himself.  No, I don't want a docile or timid child, but I just have a feeling he'll be entertained slightly, rather than needing to be the entertainer.  I had a rather restless night a few nights back, and ended up on the couch in a funky position trying to relieve back, side, and stomach pain.  I was feeling a bit abandoned by Heavenly Father (haven't we all been there during pregnancy?) and I vocally asked, "Why, why, why?  Please let me sleep.  Why is this happening right now?" (referring to the early labor stage - three.weeks.early.)  And, as clear as a bell I heard, "He will bring you joy and pleasure."  And I seriously closed my eyes and fell asleep.  I love being a mom.  I love the guidance of the holy spirit, and of receiving a sweet mercy from Heavenly Father of being able to fall asleep.  Now, the pains haven't gone away, but that one sweet mercy confirmed that it's all good.  Joy and pleasure!  Children, with all of their quirks, do bring those into this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2572341000636520501?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2572341000636520501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2572341000636520501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2572341000636520501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2572341000636520501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-boy.html' title='Oh BOY!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7919473384935850449</id><published>2009-04-24T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:45:58.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SfIHjJaWBKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/enXUdgDQBwU/s1600-h/Pregnant+2,+Easter+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328329609535947938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SfIHjJaWBKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/enXUdgDQBwU/s320/Pregnant+2,+Easter+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     My superfly belly at Easter!  32 weeks big!  Am I glowing?  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's funny how everything grows with pregnancy.  But, I don't remember having triple chin syndrome with Coleman.  The joys of pregnancy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted anything new. With the baby coming I've been busy organizing baby toys from toddler toys, refinishing the baby dresser to match the new crib, shampooing my carpet throughout the house, planting all my potted flowers for summer, washing baby clothes, binkis, bottles, and sleeping during my usual blogging time. I've been tired. My due date has been changed to June 4th, about 6 days less than what we expected. Although, I'll still be 39 weeks pregnant, so if Dominic doesn't come sooner, that's the day we'll have him. I'm excited to think I only have 6 more weeks. And, as usual, Coleman was supposed to be napping, but I hear him playing his toy drums. Silly goose. How does this toddler of mine run on such little sleep?! Even with black out blinds and a humming fan... Crazy. Remember how I said Coleman is up at 7am on the dot regardless of what time he goes to sleep. Well, tested and true, went to bed at 11:30 pm and was in my room asking for "betfas" and "mulk" (breakfast and milk) at 7am. NO LIE. Now he won't even take his afternoon snooze. How is that possible? Tonight, it's bedtime at 8pm, because no matter what, he'll be up at 7. I might as well take advantage of a few "alone" hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Kimberly found a killer deal on delta and quickly bought a ticket and is coming to visit. My stomach does summersaults thinking about us hanging out and being moms together! GET HERE QUICK!!! My niece is walking already and is SO good for Kim. I can't wait to smooch her cheeks and be around some girls! I'll take care of Mya and Kim can take over Coleman duty! HAHA!&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/7699482728962880147-7919473384935850449?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7919473384935850449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7919473384935850449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7919473384935850449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7919473384935850449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-blogs.html' title='Back to blogs'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SfIHjJaWBKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/enXUdgDQBwU/s72-c/Pregnant+2,+Easter+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6422808401474115597</id><published>2009-03-26T13:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:03:22.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years..my oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/ScvtjM6DvJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GFIRgCytWiw/s1600-h/BRC+Photo+Shoot+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317604974056946834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/ScvtjM6DvJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GFIRgCytWiw/s320/BRC+Photo+Shoot+Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a Valentine's gift to my mom Chris and I gave her a photo shoot with Coleman. He had his 2 year old pictures taken as well, and she snapped a few of me being pregnant. My mom was visiting for his birthday, so we thought it would be an awesome idea, and it was! BRC Photography (Becky) is AMAZZAZZING! The photo shoot turned out awesome, and was actually fun given the fact that Coleman didn't sit still much. But, it made for great pictures. Thanks Becky! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:3775/c1e1cc3200bcc947356229aad2bb56e9/image/69a621719546669f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/ScvtHOucT1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/p6cxyPlmTss/s1600-h/BRC+Photo+Shoot+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317604493508759378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/ScvtHOucT1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/p6cxyPlmTss/s320/BRC+Photo+Shoot+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6422808401474115597?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6422808401474115597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6422808401474115597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6422808401474115597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6422808401474115597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-yearsmy-oh-my.html' title='2 years..my oh my!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/ScvtjM6DvJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GFIRgCytWiw/s72-c/BRC+Photo+Shoot+Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1722872756971390254</id><published>2009-03-25T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:32:44.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to go</title><content type='html'>After several different appointments the past two weeks, everything is good to go with the baby. For some reason I'm still measuring 7 weeks further along, but ultrasounds and blood tests, urine samples and check-ups all confirm the baby and I are A+ healthy and right on schedule to deliver in June. Weird! I chalk it up to ample living space for the fetus, and an overly large uterus to make me feel &lt;strong&gt;super great &lt;/strong&gt;about looking 36 weeks pregnant, but still having 2 months to go.  (not)  Ah, the joys of living with a pregnant body.  So, if I gain 60 lbs with this one it's not because I tried.  I have no idea what's up.  So enjoyable.  Too bad I'm not 7 weeks further along because I'm excited to have this little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1722872756971390254?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1722872756971390254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1722872756971390254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1722872756971390254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1722872756971390254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-to-go.html' title='Good to go'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-3589829786455705410</id><published>2009-03-16T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:05.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>Are you are in the market for some new ideas for your kiddos?  I know I always am.  I've posted on my other blog the same but if you don't visit me there, here are some great links with new fun stuff.  Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tutusandturtles.blogspot.com/2008/11/indoor-activity.html"&gt;Play dough recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlewindowshoppe.com/make-your-own-i-spy-bottle"&gt;I Spy bottle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3589829786455705410?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3589829786455705410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3589829786455705410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3589829786455705410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3589829786455705410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1701513320543163549</id><published>2009-03-11T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:28:35.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 weeks bigger!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SbgeXDFiZSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9Kt4hv_FcPU/s1600-h/frazzled+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312029141797856546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SbgeXDFiZSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9Kt4hv_FcPU/s320/frazzled+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to my OB appointment today. I'm 27 weeks, but measured 34 weeks. My OB was a bit alarmed, and so was I. I knew I looked bigger than normal for this stage. Plus I'm weighing as much as I did when I delivered Coleman (and I have one day less than three months to go). Great! Now what? Well, I have to get another ultrasound at the hospital women's center, and of course the glucose testing to rule out any possibilities other than he's sticking out and making me measure large. I pray it's not toxemia or gestational diabetes, because I don't want to go on a diet right now, and there is no way I'd survive bed rest! However, I do want a healthy baby. Can I pull my hair out now and order a double shot of ice-cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312029463104144338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SbgepwC7Q9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/aKafvfiYctM/s320/prgnant+pic.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/7699482728962880147-1701513320543163549?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1701513320543163549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1701513320543163549&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1701513320543163549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1701513320543163549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-weeks-bigger.html' title='7 weeks bigger!?'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SbgeXDFiZSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9Kt4hv_FcPU/s72-c/frazzled+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-5007035591646961221</id><published>2009-03-02T14:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:25:22.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty</title><content type='html'>Lately Coleman will say "Potty" and hold his diaper in a crouched stance while I watch him asking, "Coleman, do you need to go potty?" He'll smile and run to the bathroom door. If any of you know him, he just turned two, and still can't get enough of playing in the toilet water (bleh)! So, I politely ignore his requests to "use the potty" because he normally just wants to flush it and chant bye-bye or throw toys in the bowl or something boyish and toddlerish. Well, I finally gave in on Saturday and took his clothes and diaper off and sat him down on the toilet. He didn't look confused or worried at all. He seemed very comfortable and content that I finally gave in to his request to "potty" but he sat there doing nothing. I sat on the edge of the tub looking at him smugly while saying, "You said potty, dude. Time to go potty. This is what we do when we potty.  C'mon, go potty. If you wanted in here, you need to go pee pee and pooh pooh." Then, he peed! He actually went pee on the toilet. What?! Yeah. He hasn't since, but he was so proud of himself! He jumped right down and flushed too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5007035591646961221?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5007035591646961221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5007035591646961221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5007035591646961221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5007035591646961221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/03/potty.html' title='Potty'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1995317439359537824</id><published>2009-02-18T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:26:18.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to my mom.  I thought I'd write this before I'm too emotional about not having her around.  Right now she's napping with the Colebuddy.  She has sung him to sleep every nap and ni-night.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;He's had SO much fun with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  They run around and play non-stop all.day.long.  Playing in his new tent, jumping on his bed, piggy-back rides, outside on the tricycle, at the park, running through the house, snuggle time, tickle time....you name it, they've done it.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does she get the energy!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Wish I had it.  I really want her to stay a few days longer.  Grrr...dang distances between loved ones!  At least I can look forward to her and my dad coming out for the next little guy's birth in June!  Mothers are those people, at least for me, that have your back no matter what, that love you no matter what, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and should always be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter what.  I think everyone should live by their mothers.  At least girls should live close to their mothers.  It's such a different experience having your mom around.  So so great!  Tomorrow is going to be a sad sad day when I wake up and realize that I'm boring my son with my lack of creativity, and that it's just him and I.  I know he'll look around for Grandma.  I'll have to distract him with her reading glasses that she gave him because he's obsessed with wearing them.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you already, mom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1995317439359537824?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1995317439359537824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1995317439359537824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1995317439359537824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1995317439359537824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-713012355433740945</id><published>2009-02-08T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:37:43.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new post</title><content type='html'>A brag blog about my Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shadesofgray-easel.blogspot.com/"&gt;check it out here, on my other blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-713012355433740945?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/713012355433740945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=713012355433740945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/713012355433740945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/713012355433740945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-post.html' title='My new post'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1177604985794210108</id><published>2009-01-24T02:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:10:52.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;three weeks&lt;/span&gt; since I've been able to go to sleep and STAY asleep. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how I want to sleep!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wake up at the slightest movement of myself or spouse, or the heater turning on, or simply my own thoughts buzzing on and on! It's not so much the "my belly is so fat with baby I can't get comfortable" type of insomnia, it's more of "my mind won't shut up, or shut off!" I figured since I had so much on my mind I'd blog and put down on "paper" what's on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has one more shot at &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;improving his DAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; score for dental school admissions. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Does he take the $1,600 DAT prep course &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(one class)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Everyone keeps saying, "Do all that you can!" Okay?! If it doesn't work out are they going to fork over the thousands we spent "doing all we could" in student loans because now he's not going to be able to get a job to pay back the debt of "doing all we could?" Or do we credit card it, or do I go back to work and shove Coleman in daycare, aside from pawning our possessions, just to "do all that we can?!" His scores right now are pretty competitive, but we heard this year (for some odd reason) was unusually competitive at OU, so as of yet, all the schools he applied to have rejected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; baby weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am I going to gain? How will the rest of this pregnancy compared to my first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times is my buddy going to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crawl out of bed and come wake me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I can help put him back to bed and snuggle with him for a while. I think the big-boy bed is a little intimidating. On average the past week he has woke me up &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 times per night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(yes I'm counting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And I can bank on the fact that one of those hours will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt;, his before 18 month arising time, that has now come back to haunt me. If I actually fall asleep with him I can get another hour or two out of him before my day really starts. I seriously think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anything before 8am is an unrighteous hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How do I get rid of those darned ants that show up in little groups in my CLEAN and TIDY house?! ARGH! I spray lethal poison, that doesn't work. I use vinegar spray, that doesn't work (even thought every natural remedy for getting rid of pests will swear by it). I clean, and sweep, mop and vacuum, that doesn't work. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;They are so persistent!&lt;/span&gt; It's like...I open one cupboard to find it ant free, only to find later in my morning 4 or 5 little visitors in my bathtub! WHAT!? You aint gettin no bath! Any thoughts on these southern style pests!? I've never had a problem with them until last semester when we got several new neighbors. I think they might be the culprits! In an apartment, if your walls touch and you have a messy neighbor, most likely, you will get pests! Ew, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my skin is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crawling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when I lay down at night&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I feel my body aches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SO MUCH MORE than during the day. It's like my body is decompressing, but hurting in the process. You know that feeling? I finally get comfortable and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;every little ache begins to release itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, until I stay up thinking about it or toss and turn until completely exhausted. Well, I'm not letting it win tonight. I'm just going to completely ignore those aches and stay up blogging! Who knows what's in store once I do decide to try and sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I going to have to teach Relief Society&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; on Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pictures am I going to have fun with next on my &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PICASA&lt;/span&gt; program? I was laying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to sleep of course, but I was picturing all the cool things I could do with some early baby pics of Coleman. I love that program! I was making an internal list of all the pics I have to revisit on &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PICASA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WOW, so far, not a visit from the buddy, which means maybe tonight I'll be able to get at least 3 hours in before he awakes! Now that it's three in the morning, I'll attempt to put my mind at rest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1177604985794210108?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1177604985794210108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1177604985794210108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1177604985794210108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1177604985794210108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-35097708590006632</id><published>2009-01-16T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:09:26.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominic</title><content type='html'>It's a boy.  We decided on the name Dominic Alan.  Dominic is the name of a young Italian kid that was at an alternate high school that Chris and I were counselors at.  He was an amazing kid, and we told him we were going to name our first son after him.  He was all smiles when we told him.  He became a great friend.  However, when we got pregnant with our first boy we decided to hold off on Dominic and name him Coleman after Chris' father.  I actually didn't know the name had already been used as middle names in the family, until after we moved here to OK, but when we saw the little buddy we knew he was a Coleman.  So, we feel good about this boy being named Dominic.  Alan is my husbands middle name, after his Uncle that died in infancy, so we'll keep that one going.  My siblings aren't crazy into keeping family names going, but I am.  I know that we are obsessed with the band MUSE and their drummer is also named Dominic, but that's not the real reason behind the name...although it is pretty sweet!  So, here is one little picture of his whole body, from the back.  I have the pic to prove it's a boy, but you don't really need to see it.  So, that's the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:2387/384cc1501edeb51ccaf2a25388d99e8d/image/5a1a09cda96db5b1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:2387/384cc1501edeb51ccaf2a25388d99e8d/image/5a1a09cda96db5b1.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-35097708590006632?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/35097708590006632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=35097708590006632&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/35097708590006632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/35097708590006632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/01/dominic.html' title='Dominic'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-9027706570574819356</id><published>2009-01-12T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:07:48.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a cool dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWujE7hfn8I/AAAAAAAAAio/esUJr2USbks/s1600-h/2008_12_261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWujE7hfn8I/AAAAAAAAAio/esUJr2USbks/s400/2008_12_261.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are finally over.  The Goodman Christmas in Utah consisted of a 2 week stay for us, visiting the ever beautiful Temple Square, a Cook Christmas party, a Christmas Eve tradition of either fondu or something of the sorts (this year we did gormet carmel apples), meeting my grandma Cook's fiance, Henry, sledding with the Colebuddy for the first time, Chris making his first snowman, playing cards with the brothers and mom, teacing Coleman to ride his new tricycle from Grandma Debbie, caravaning with my sister and her little family back to Oklahoma, taking them to the historical Fort Worth stock yards (my old mission stomping grounds), and ended with the Goelz Christmas party that was put off until Jan 10th.  Whew!  Even though it was quite the whirlwind of activity, it was the best.  Family is the best part of the holidays for me.  I got to see so many relatives and best of all, Coleman got to play in the snow...and he understood it this time around.  Sledding, not so much, but just playing outside in the white and bitter cold surroundings, yeah!  And then there's the big goodbyes of "Don't know when we'll see you next, but love you!"  I hate that part of visiting family.  If only everyone lived closer!  My mom is the best grandma ever.  She plays and plays and is so creative.  We had a blast!  You can tell she loves her grandkids.  I feel bad that Coleman is missing out.... but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5486787531006019593?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5486787531006019593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5486787531006019593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5486787531006019593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5486787531006019593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-done_12.html' title='All done'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWucvs7bBvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hOVsjOqDMLQ/s72-c/2008_12_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1204128998298044015</id><published>2009-01-12T13:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:55:21.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWugD-YGXUI/AAAAAAAAAig/28-YZMgUOoc/s1600-h/up+the+hill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWugD-YGXUI/AAAAAAAAAig/28-YZMgUOoc/s320/up+the+hill.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498177420909890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWuf2TPzYfI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g9rcVwI-6pY/s1600-h/sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWuf2TPzYfI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g9rcVwI-6pY/s320/sledding.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290497942505087474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWufwViD2dI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GWZzMzC3zBM/s1600-h/sledding+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWufwViD2dI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GWZzMzC3zBM/s320/sledding+dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290497840039320018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1204128998298044015?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1204128998298044015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1204128998298044015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1204128998298044015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1204128998298044015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWugD-YGXUI/AAAAAAAAAig/28-YZMgUOoc/s72-c/up+the+hill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2348700997513419698</id><published>2009-01-12T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:52:22.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SWufZz10O6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/U6mb6I8pHgA/s1600-h/eating+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I have another blog in the works which you can visit www.shadesofgray-easel.blogspot.com.  If you want permission to continue viewing this blog email me at laceymk@comcast.net.  Please include your name so I know who you are...if I don't know you, you aren't getting permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5153131869432375053?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5153131869432375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5153131869432375053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5153131869432375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5153131869432375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-private.html' title='Going private'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-5201618610793595775</id><published>2008-12-16T18:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:22:03.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fanfare</title><content type='html'>Three more days until my family hits the road to visit family 1200+ miles away. It's quite the adventure with a 22 month old! He's a trooper until about mile 100, and then it's 17 hours of trying this or that tactic to keep him occupied and unaware of how his little body must ache from a 5-point car seat! Ugh! I can imagine, since I hate sitting for more than an hour at a time. Your butt really starts to get annoyed with the lack of movement, and then the bladder starts yelling at you, "Pull over and let me do my duty!" But, have you seen gas prices lately?! Why would I put myself through double cost flying and entertaining the little one 1200 miles up? On the road we can pull over and stretch, play at rest stops and spend a fraction of the cost on travel expenses. We drive a compact car with a standard transmission (GO CLUTCH!) that gets roughly 37-40 mpg highway, so we enjoy the savings at the cost of a somewhat restless child. In the end, we drive through the snow covered Wasatch mountains to find ourselves pulling up to my parent's house, covered in snow and lit with Christmas lights. I'm sure by the end of the visit I'll curse under my frozen breath as I'm scraping snow off my car (but it beats scraping Oklahoma ice). Inside the home is filled with yummy smells, Christmas music, 3 noisy bro's, and lots of decor. It's cozy, it's warm, it's home for Christmas! I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUhFYErfAiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OQQ9VSGhbig/s1600-h/1-22-2008-188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUhFYErfAiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OQQ9VSGhbig/s320/1-22-2008-188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546842967212578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (A last year pic of the snow storm that hit the morning after we arrived to my parent's home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5201618610793595775?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5201618610793595775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5201618610793595775&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5201618610793595775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5201618610793595775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-fanfare.html' title='Holiday Fanfare'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUhFYErfAiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OQQ9VSGhbig/s72-c/1-22-2008-188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-392813157863911531</id><published>2008-12-11T22:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:55.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUH0F25cEHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kg5oTx6HuXQ/s1600-h/sushi+neko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUH0F25cEHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kg5oTx6HuXQ/s320/sushi+neko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278768619727884402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words, SUSHI NEKO! Yummm. It's the newest restaurant that my husband and I have been to. Now, I don't want to hear "Oh, gross, sushi!?" Because until you've tried some real, Japanese, (even cooked if you prefer) sushi rolls then you can't hurl at the thought of eating it. Trust me, just go to Sushi Neko and order the Soy Bean appetizer (the most unexpected, tasty, interesting little appetizer) Miso Salmon, and a California, or Philadelphia roll. Or, if you prefer some raw and some cooked fishes mixed in the same roll order the Baja California roll because it sounded delicious. We didn't get anything raw because I'm pregnant, but cooked crab in a sushi roll is oh.so.tasty! Not only was it a delicious evening out, it was an evening with JUST the husband and myself. If any of you haven't been on a date with JUST the husband then now is the time! Try something NEW together, because you'll totally laugh and feel ridiculous together, and you'll have a new memory that won't include messy diapers or outbursts in public. Don't get me wrong, kids are great. But, marriages are important too. Your relationship one-on-one with your spouse is the &lt;em&gt;eternal&lt;/em&gt; relationship that should be nurtured! We've decided that next time we go we are going to pass up the main entree and order a bunch of sushi rolls to share. Honestly, they are melt-in-your-mouth great!  If there are any couples out there that want to try this amazing restaurant we'll go with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-392813157863911531?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/392813157863911531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=392813157863911531&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/392813157863911531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/392813157863911531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/12/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SUH0F25cEHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kg5oTx6HuXQ/s72-c/sushi+neko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-3016517453704760557</id><published>2008-12-03T12:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:51:56.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that "most wonderful time of the year" time</title><content type='html'>From the New York Daily News: A Walmart employee was trampled to death at a Long Island, New York Walmart as he was attempting to open the doors of the store this morning to allow Black Friday shoppers to enter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was bum-rushed by 200 people,” said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. “They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too…I literally had to fight people off my back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nassau County Police are still investigating and would not confirm the witness accounts. Police did say there were several injuries but weren’t more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article also mentions that a pregnant woman at the same store was trampled and as a result, lost her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is the clincher! When the customers were told they would have to leave the store so investigators and ER personnel could assess the scene they had riots in the store because the customers wanted their "free items" and "early bird" specials. I mean, duh! They freakin' trampled the man to death to get in and be the first to have the free door prizes! They "should" be allowed to get them! I mean, it's all in the name of the game, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT! Crazy shopping IDIOTS! What are people thinking!?!? I've said it before and I'll say it again, I never go shopping on black Friday. It's not an elitist thing. It's that I don't have to find great deals on mainly crap that I don't need, and I don't have to spend money to celebrate Christmas. Good grief! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumerism is SO not worth losing your life over...literally and figuratively.  Sheesh!  Whatever happened to "Here are some homemade goodies.  Merry Christmas and I love you!" ?????  It's turned into a season of the bbd(bigger, better deal) even if it costs your life or someone else's.  There is my beef for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3016517453704760557?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3016517453704760557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3016517453704760557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3016517453704760557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3016517453704760557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that &quot;most wonderful time of the year&quot; time'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-3309340927422787441</id><published>2008-11-20T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:35:59.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler boy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I look at my 21 month old and ask, "Coleman, what is it like being a little boy, huh?  What are you thinking about?"  I just wonder sometimes what it's like being a toddler.  How do they feel about the world around them?  What's going on in those little heads of theirs?  Well, I guess my answers about what it's like being a &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt; toddler came the other day when I realized a few things about their world.  This is what I imagine my little boy thinks (and would tell me if he could) most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why walk when you can stomp, run, roll, jump, dance, and go backward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why keep white walls white when they can be crayola colored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why sit still on a chair when it can be pushed over, rocked, jumped on, pushed through the house, and crawled under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why watch cartoons when there are beds to jump on, electrical outlets to ruin, computer buttons to mash, toilets to drink water out of, cell phones to break, hair combs, brushes, rubber bands, toothbrushes, and makeup to lose in the abyss that must exist in my home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why drink milk from a cup when you can watch it pour out and make cool wet spots on the carpet and tile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why eat food when it can become a ball, a car, or a pliable mound of shapes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Why leave the laundry folded nicely when it can be pulled down and strewn around the house and played on like play-time mats?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I think my sons life must be pretty fun.  I have to admit, jumping on beds IS fun!  I don't think he worries about anything as long as he's able to use something for the purpose it was not intended for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3309340927422787441?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3309340927422787441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3309340927422787441&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3309340927422787441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3309340927422787441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/11/toddler-boy.html' title='Toddler boy'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6568520201308658398</id><published>2008-11-11T12:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:04:30.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>So, I am finally posting a slide show of Halloween.  First, Chris and I did a Family Home Evening of pumpkin carving with his mom and sister-in-law.  We had a blast.  They had never carved using those paper pattern things, and were worried that they were screwing up the design.  I kept telling them to wait until they saw the finished project with candle light and all, because they always look amazing.  They were totally surprised at how artistic they looked.  So fun! Second, we headed down to Dallas TX for a long weekend of partying with Chris' sister and her fam.  We went "trunk" or treating at their church AND regular ol' trick-or-treating in a decked out neighborhood, complete with human statues that would jump out and scare you, or follow you.  It was fun.  Coleman was so squeezably cute in his monkey costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752340418099&amp;amp;site=widget-33.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752340418099&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p1/576460752340418099/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752340418099&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p2/576460752340418099/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752340418099&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p4/576460752340418099/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6568520201308658398?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6568520201308658398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6568520201308658398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6568520201308658398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6568520201308658398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2176389384475277459</id><published>2008-10-19T21:15:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:07:22.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We love the fall season!</title><content type='html'>OU football, Friday night lights (go Purcell Dragons), crunchy leaves, cold nights, snuggly clothes, crisp air, yummy smells, feel-good foods, and rosy cheeks and noses.  What's not to love about autumn?  Ah, I love this time of the year!  My mom, my sister, her baby, and my brother came and visited us.  They were here 10 days.  We spent a lot of time showing them around Oklahoma, eating out, watching movies, playing with baby Mya, and scrapbooking.  Chris skipped A LOT of school so he could hang out with Landon, my bro.  They played xbox games until about 3am every morning.  They are two peas in a pod.  Both the youngest of their families, both chill, both are video gamers, both laugh at the same funny movies, both quote the same tv and movie lines.  Funny guys.  We took my fam to a Purcell High football game, because in Utah football is just like...well, a football game.  Here it's life.  They had fun.  Coleman cried when they left.  He actually reached out for them and started crying when they were pulling away.  Saying goodbye is not the best part of autumn, but it does mean that another visit is in the works for this season, and we'll hopefully see them soon.  I'm glad they were able to visit when Oklahoma was having a "cool" spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mya, being the BEST baby I've ever been around.  I can't believe how chill and quiet she was.  Kimberly said she's always super relaxed and happy.  If she makes a noise it's her cooing.  She slept through the night, and I think she cried once when she was being ignored or something.  See, I can't even remember.  That's how good she was.  What a princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPv1z8h4U1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Id_JQ6P1EVM/s1600-h/cute+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPv1z8h4U1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Id_JQ6P1EVM/s320/cute+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259067262655550290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Grandma Debbie playing kissing time with Coleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvtw394JtI/AAAAAAAAAes/fQKVsjihACI/s1600-h/20081010_IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvtw394JtI/AAAAAAAAAes/fQKVsjihACI/s320/20081010_IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058413798172370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Landon became a quick pal with Coleman, and helped out a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvuAcXPysI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EjtzXDplTC0/s1600-h/20081010_IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvuAcXPysI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EjtzXDplTC0/s320/20081010_IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058681266293442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up Crud, a pool hall game that Chris taught everyone.  ADDICTING.  We played forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvur-Ux9aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ui_xXP_P_U8/s1600-h/crud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvur-Ux9aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ui_xXP_P_U8/s320/crud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259059429117130146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvvX51qyRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rMP3ObpffTM/s1600-h/20081010_IMG_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvvX51qyRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rMP3ObpffTM/s320/20081010_IMG_1668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259060183827138834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous 3 month old.  She was cooing and laughing...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvwSnXZ2DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/vA19wkIDs-E/s1600-h/20081009_IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvwSnXZ2DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/vA19wkIDs-E/s320/20081009_IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259061192480643122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon trying to get much needed R&amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvwuMJXB-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/2BSR5zajhwM/s1600-h/20081009_IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvwuMJXB-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/2BSR5zajhwM/s320/20081009_IMG_1657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259061666210318306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coleman's new hoodie from grandma.  Just in time for the cold weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvySbGX8kI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rfYbHUNgh7c/s1600-h/20081016_IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvySbGX8kI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rfYbHUNgh7c/s320/20081016_IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259063388211245634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvz_Tb4dcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4E-6IHfmOSk/s1600-h/20081016_IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPvz_Tb4dcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4E-6IHfmOSk/s320/20081016_IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259065258759714242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get pictures of the whole gang together, but they are on my sister's camera, so we'll post more of all the fun after I get the semi-family picture e-mailed to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2176389384475277459?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2176389384475277459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2176389384475277459&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2176389384475277459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2176389384475277459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-fall-season.html' title='We love the fall season!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SPv1z8h4U1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Id_JQ6P1EVM/s72-c/cute+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-4888674453646011813</id><published>2008-09-30T20:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:00:00.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that have gotten me excited the past few days.  First, Chris and I have been holding family scripture "study" (more like reading a few versus) followed by a primary song or church hymn, and then bedtime prayers.  Coleman has caught on quickly!  He points at the words as we read and jibber-jabbers like he's telling us a story.  He dances to our primary songs and folds his arms when we say "Let's say prayers."  It's so cute.  At first he wanted nothing to do with sitting on the couch for more than 20 seconds.  But, surprisingly, he's been obedient and seems to enjoy it, and knows it's routine now.  The other night Chris and I got to the couch and sat down and Coleman came running over, picked up the Book of Mormon off the end table, and ran it over to us.  AH!  I was smiling inside and out.  I'm not trying to pat myself on the back, but if you know Coleman, you know that this simple thing would melt my heart!  He's so rough, on the go, and tries very hard to not be quiet or obedient.  So, it was exciting and I almost cry when I think about it.  Also, my mom and sister and my new niece are on there way to visit as we speak!  They decided to road trip for about two weeks while my mom has work off!  I can't wait.  I've missed them so much.  We are best-friends who just happened to be put into a family together.  Granted, it wasn't always that way, but I've missed them terribly.  There was never a time when I lived in Utah that if one of us was going to lunch or out to Target that the others weren't given a call to tag along.  So, it will be fun to have them here for a short time!  EXCITED?  Yes, I am.  And last, all of you moms will be able to relate to this, speaking has begun to take form.  Coleman spends all day trying to tell me things.  Today was the first time he pointed to a picture of an apple and said "Apple."  Yesterday he asked for "wada" (water), and he has told EVERYONE we've passed while running errads today "BuByeee" (bye bye).  I laughed every time because he was SO into saying bye.  It was just cute.  I'm sure it's a first time mom moment, but hey, it's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I love you my little, rambunctious, curious, sometimes obliging boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SOLYPt1w-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Imk2jocaZtQ/s1600-h/20080530_IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SOLYPt1w-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Imk2jocaZtQ/s320/20080530_IMG_1044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251997879982160354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-4888674453646011813?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4888674453646011813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=4888674453646011813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4888674453646011813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4888674453646011813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SOLYPt1w-eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Imk2jocaZtQ/s72-c/20080530_IMG_1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-3082670272721183944</id><published>2008-09-22T13:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:18:48.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Costs of War</title><content type='html'>We should learn from history.  I've seen Washington, D.C. and the monuments many times.  I believe these monuments were errected to help teach the past and its effects on the American people and the world.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt has many quotes engraved on stones at his monument there.  One thing he said was, "We are now in this war. We are all in it - all the way. Every single man, woman, and child is a partner in the most tremendous undertaking of our American history." Another quote that is engraved on a stone at his memorial is "I have seen war, I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded...I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed...I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war."&lt;br /&gt;The Iraqi war started when the U.S. believed that Iraqi president Saddam Hussein was a risk to Middle East peace, and was in possession of weapons of mass destruction.  U.S. forces stormed Iraq and have since freed the Iraqis from decades of oppression. They unleashed chaos on the terrorist/oppresive regimes.  Iraqi civilians have died, and so have many of our brave men and women, but many have begun to heal and learn about the meaning of freedom.  The psychological effects on the children who have seen death first hand, and the shell shock of our own troops should give us more to think about than the "cost" of the war.  I keep hearing politicians talking about the "cost" of war.  ALL of the politicians and media personalities seem to forget this war isn't just costing us a price in monetary value.  What about the people dying?  What about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; cost!  The soldiers are divided about the purposes and validity of the war.  They know that whether or not they support the war, they have enlisted and they are doing their jobs.  The real cost of a war are the deaths it has caused.  Whether or not the soldiers are divided on the validity, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; should be united in our efforts to not forget the true costs of this war.  Today the American Military casualties in Iraq are 4,168, (3,376 of which died in direct combat).  The total death toll due to the Iraqi invasion is 1,267,401.  That is quite a cost for freedom and democracy.  No matter how you look at it, this war is costly.  Whether or not you agree with the invasion or war in general, there should still be a sense of appreciation for the sacrifices being made.  There will be many repercussions of this war on the mental, physical and emotional state of the children, the soldiers, and their families.  Iraqi children are homeless, parentless, and are wounded.  Our soldiers are away from their families, and many of those families have been left fatherless, motherless, brotherless, etc.  Let’s not forget the real cost of war.  Our troops and the innocent children deserve at least that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752337743280&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752337743280&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/576460752337743280/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752337743280&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/576460752337743280/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752337743280&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p4/576460752337743280/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3082670272721183944?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3082670272721183944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3082670272721183944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3082670272721183944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3082670272721183944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-costs-of-war.html' title='The Real Costs of War'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-4050108616561157935</id><published>2008-09-15T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:14:20.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL Palin skit...soooo funny!</title><content type='html'>Two links to this video.  I'm not partial to Clinton or Palin, so I found this super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/"&gt;NBC SNL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/13/tina-fey-as-sarah-palin-o_n_126249.html"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-4050108616561157935?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4050108616561157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=4050108616561157935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4050108616561157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4050108616561157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/09/snl-palin-skitsoooo-funny.html' title='SNL Palin skit...soooo funny!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8325905457304355307</id><published>2008-09-05T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:04:59.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Standards</title><content type='html'>Yes, John Stewart can be a bit hostile sometimes, but this is a great clip I saw on a friend's blog.  Listen carefully and try to keep up!  He exposes the truth behind the issues, especially the double standards in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=184086' src='http://www.thedailyshow.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8325905457304355307?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8325905457304355307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8325905457304355307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8325905457304355307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8325905457304355307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-standards.html' title='Double Standards'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8988519796439610620</id><published>2008-09-05T13:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:12:28.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty, Messy, Stinky</title><content type='html'>Although the title of this post might sound like I'm referring to the current anti-Obama crap I've been receiving and hearing about, I'm not going to post about the political campaign.  (I know that McCain, even though he's a liberal, and Obama might not be the two best choices for president, but Obama is the better of the two.  Most people know how I feel about moving our country forward, our healthcare system, the economy, higher education, the war in Iraq..Etc, etc.  We all know that the "taken out of context" and completely blatant lies circulating these days over e-mail about Obama is a joke.  So, stop it!  Everyone was all "up in arms" when Romney was being anti-ed in the media and over e-mail.  It's the same thing.  Although, without taking the blinders from one's eyes, it's hard to see that we're doing the same thing by cutting and sniping pieces of Obama's remarks to make him sound like a "radical", "USA hater", "big government", "say anything", politician.  Stop the anti crap!  I thought it was wrong when people did it to Romney saying things like "horned Mormon", "non-Christian", "polygamist", "flip-flopper", "money driven", politician.  We should all know that the only person who can change our current "do nothing" white house is Barak Obama.  Say it with me...his name actually rolls off the tongue quite nicely...Baaahhrrraaahhhhkkk Ohhhhbaaahmmmah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the clarification that I'm not going to post anything about the lies circulating about Obama (you people should know, especially as members of the church what the "anti-Christ" is and who he will embody...and no it's not Obama despite what current evangelical Christian anti-Obama e-mail corporations are spreading.  And the whole "he's in cahoots with radical communists”. Get a grip!) I will post some fun pictures of things that happen here on the home front.  Having a little boy gets dirty, messy and stinky sometimes!  That's one thing that this campaign year has taught me.  No matter what I say, what I do, or who I try to convince that just because someone is a democrat it doesn't make them bad, people will always have their own opinion.  This is like parenting.  No matter how many times I explain things to Coleman, tell him no, or show him how to do something, until he learns from his own mistakes (the Bush era) and grows, matures and sees the whole picture (the Obama effect) then it really doesn't matter what I "try to force" him to do.  The only thing I can do is be the best mom I know how, and one day he'll remember it and will have firm footing to start out on his own.  I've also learned that the things that really matter in this life aren't who will be the next president, did you breastfeed or bottle feed your babies, did you have "natural" childbirth, did &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;your&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; husband graduate college, are you a homeowner, are you fat or skinny, etc.  None of that really matters.  None of that will effect whether or not our children remain active in the church, are free from addictions, have strong testimonies in their Savior, love others, have integrity, are full tithe payers, serve missions, or marry in the temple.  I mean, seriously!  Why do we get soooo hung up on the things that don't really matter!?  The strongest form of government will always be the one that exists in our homes.  So, let's move on from the petty rhetoric of Fox and CNN, because none of that will determine our eternal salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;This slide show is of Coleman being caught in the kitchen trying to clean up like mommy.  When I caught him I laughed and laughed!  It was also a boring day so we made a fort in the living room and made fresh-strawberry smoothies.  MESSY!  On the days that it rains there are TONS of mud puddles around the apartments.  Coleman usually finds one and immerses himself in it.  After we got home, on one occasion, I took a few quick pics of the DIRTY, muddy mess!  It's so fun to clean him up and watch movies together.  Lately he's into Shrek!  I love it.  Then, when he's in a good mood he plays the piano, as if he's a true musician.  He acts like he can read the music from the hymn book.  It's so fun to watch!  I love my little guy.  Let's remember what matters in this life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-be.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752337207486&amp;amp;site=widget-be.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752337207486&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p1/576460752337207486/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752337207486&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p2/576460752337207486/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I've decided that since Coleman now scales the side of his crib like it's an easy rock wall it would be time to move him into a bed.  I'm not changing the crib into the toddler bed style though, we're just moving him into the vacant room that already has a full bed in it.  I plan on putting all his familiar toys and bedding in the new room, along with his night light.  I am not going to get a toddler bed, but I do have railings to put on his full bed.  However, I'm freaked out because I know the second I put him into his new bed he'll jump on it like a trampoline, climb down and play with toys into the wee hours of the morning.  HELP!  Is there any advice on how to make this transition work as if he's still in his crib?  I've seen Nanny 911 help many parents with this issue, but since you're friends and parents yourselves what has worked for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3955128615718055502?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3955128615718055502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3955128615718055502&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3955128615718055502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3955128615718055502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/08/toddler-room.html' title='Toddler Room'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-4342851763875649741</id><published>2008-08-10T20:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:55:03.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualms and contentment.</title><content type='html'>Qualm - 1.  feeling of unease: a sudden feeling of uncertainty or apprehension, especially a misgiving about an action or conduct 2.  sick feeling: a sudden pang of nausea  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some feelings of unease or even some feelings of nausea (due to morning sickness).  But, I don't.  We've had a miscarriage before, like most women I know, but it just doesn't seem to matter how many a woman has, it's still a stinker!  And, I'll add, that it never matters how "far along" a woman is, it's still not fun.  So, I don't have any nausea, although some mornings I wish I could be sick rather than deal with "trying" again, and going through another qualm of this next child working out. This isn't supposed to be depressing, I'm just trying to think of something to blog about and this is what is on my mind because it's so recent.  My husband and I weren't going to blog about the miscarriage because it's like not one of those things you blog about, but I don't really care.  I've decided that if I can't sit down and think of anything prettier and packaged with a big smile to blog about then I'm pathetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this miscarriage I pulled out a quote book I created years ago.  It's a raw, green leathered, strappy deal that wraps around a book of blank pages.  It's always been on our many book shelves, and has been with me for a lonnng time through many hard trials I've encountered.  When I do open it, it's as if it comes to life, because I finally smell the huskiness of the leather, and I see my own handwriting reminding me of better things, like a first introspect of myself and what I'm made of.  The words always seem to match the exact feelings I'm harboring.  So, sitting on the couch a few nights ago I pulled it out.  I decided to thumb through the pages and see the words of wisdom that I almost forgot I penned.  I thought I'd share some of them with you all because they pertain to almost every situation in life.  I'll type as many as I can before the blog gets ridiculously long! (most of these were from talks from church, mission, conference, college courses, young women's etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greatness is best measured by how well an individual responds to the happenings in life that appear totally unfair, unreasonable, and undeserved." (can't remember who said it)&lt;br /&gt;"Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure." - Norman V. Peale&lt;br /&gt;"You must know for which harbor your are headed if you are to catch the right wind to take you there." - Seneca&lt;br /&gt;"Man's mind stretched to a new idea NEVER goes back to its original dimensions." -Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;br /&gt;"Don't lose your soul for the world, lose the world for your soul!" -Joseph B. Wirthlin&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is to act without evidence." Joseph B. Wirthlin &lt;br /&gt;"When there is no wind, row."&lt;br /&gt;"Our love of God must be pure, without selfish intent." - Pres. Faust&lt;br /&gt;"Opposition: Stepping stones not stumbling blocks."&lt;br /&gt;"The harder the inclines of life the greater the heights." - Current OKC Mission President&lt;br /&gt;"Have I not commanded thee, be strong?" -Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;"You never become the tallest tree when you don't have to fight your way to the light." Sis. Tanner&lt;br /&gt;"Obstacles are what you see when you take your eyes off your goals." - Elder Sorenson&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest experiences in life come throught the deepest adversity." - Pres. Tanner&lt;br /&gt;"Money won't buy eternal life." - Sis. Tanner&lt;br /&gt;"The only safety in the world is obedience to God. It makes you safer, it makes you stronger." - Pres. Tanner&lt;br /&gt;"A testimony is something that grows.  It isn't a destination.  It isn't an arrival." - Pres. Tanner&lt;br /&gt;"We have always had a modern technology.  The Holy Ghost." - Pres. Hinckley&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge is power.  But to actually live according to your knowledge is greater." -Elder Burns&lt;br /&gt;"You say you believe in prayer.  Why don't you pray about it?" - Pres. Faust&lt;br /&gt;"All the major events of the restoration [of the gospel] were preceeded by prayer." - Robert D. Hales&lt;br /&gt;"God seeks our individual happiness and safety more than anything else in this complex universe." Jeffery R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;"Obedience is a life jacket."&lt;br /&gt;"God is waiting to answer our prayers and dreams, but he can't if we don't ask, don't dream, and in short, don't believe." - Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that some things happen that are totally out of God's control.  Not that He couldn't control them, but that He loves us more than He loves our happiness.  Only He truly knows.  Life is part of a larger sifting and refining.  Life is larger than myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content - 1.  quietly satisfied and happy: reasonably happy and satisfied with the way things are 2.  ready to accept something: willing to accept a situation or comply with a proposed course of action  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing extremely important has gone on these past few weeks.  Just the norm.  (Although I really want to go off about China and North Korea right now, but I won't.  You're all spared.)  Basically what has gone on is just the day in and day out stuff with Coleman, home, church, hubby, his work, his studies.  We're all healthy, happy, and content.  What more could I ask for?  Chris is gearing up to take his second Dental Admissions Test (DAT).  His stack of flash cards is INSANE!  He's brilliant!  (Can I brag?)  Biochemistry, Organic Chemistry, Zoology, Biology, Physics, Arithmetic, Anatomy, Perceptual Ability (3-D pattern perception), Physiology, and...I'm sure I'm forgetting some...hmmm, anyway.  I get to have the job of reviewing his flash cards with him.  I feel like I'm learning more than he's actually reviewing.  I guess that's good because he's teaching me at the same time that he's learning.  He takes his test on Thursday, so hold your breath with me!  I have total faith in him.  As for me, don't worry, don't worry.  Chris has surprised me with chocolate on more than one occasion, and I know that "God's delays are not his denials." (that one's for you Hublah)  Coleman, on the other hand, is giving a whole knew meaning to HANDFUL.  Hooray for nursery in ONE.MORE.WEEK.  He'll love playing with toys SO much more than empty church halls and daddy's lap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-4342851763875649741?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4342851763875649741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=4342851763875649741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4342851763875649741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/4342851763875649741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/08/qualms-yet-content.html' title='Qualms and contentment.'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-5026004466229104995</id><published>2008-08-07T17:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:33:00.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHQ7Prwh7Gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHQ7Prwh7Gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5026004466229104995?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5026004466229104995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5026004466229104995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5026004466229104995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5026004466229104995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8396639530519521917</id><published>2008-07-28T13:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:17:13.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Mongering</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I'm a liberal.  Social and civil liberties have revolutionized this country into the amazing place it is today.  Our founding fathers were revolutionary and progressive in thought.  They had ingenious ideas of their own making, and borrowed ideas from Plato, Socrates, and Aristotle, and yet we censor and shut out those exact forms of government and ruling that would change our country for the better!  I don't care what you think about me being a democrat, to be frank.  I try to educate myself daily with the best options for my family in terms of religious freedoms in my home, the right to an education, a job, and a pursuit of a happy life.  And I afford others the SAME pursuit.  I'm sick of hearing racist, back-woods, uneducated, "feelings" about Obama.  You can't FEEL something when it's in a legal and political ramification.  You either know it, or you don't.  It's either law, or it's not.  It's either a right, or it's not.  So, to clear some things up about McCain (for a change) I thought I'd blog about why I WON'T be voting for him (even though he is one of the most liberal republicans to run for office).  The issues at hand that plague this country will not be solved with him in office!  Period!  I won't vote for him because I would like someone in office who has been candid and honest with his supporters that put him in office in the first place (that would be Obama).  McCain is not a loyal person, let's face it.  He has tried more than once to abandon his party and cross lines (which would be sweet) and for the past 8 years has disappointed his loyal followers by voting liberal (which is fine).  Don't think that by voting him to office you will get your trustworthy, conservative, stuffed-shirt "you can trust me" person.  So why all the fear mongering about Obama!  He's black.  Oh, oh wait, he comes from an interesting background that is too much to handle for you?  Or is it that his dad was once a muslim and is now agnostic?  Since when is it okay to judge a person by their parent's religion!?  It's ridiculous.  I suggest you check it out on snopes.com.  If you want fear, because that seems to be how you operate, let's get some out there.  Here is some reading to educate and enlighten your senses. (Yes, I feel it a duty to inform and protect this country just as much as you do.  I’m just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; patriotic.  I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; problem waving the ol’ red, white and blue.  But I do have a problem when it is laid over the bloating bodies of the innocent.  Most of this information can be found in “The New Republic” under Maverick Vs. Iceman.)  I know you need more "facts" though, right?  I mean, true fear mongering doesn't work unless there is something factual to back it up.  (That's why it doesn't work for me when all I hear Glen Beck say is "Obama scares me."  Oooo, okay, and your point Mr. Beck?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;First, he has moved across the political spectrum not once--like Al Smith or Mitt Romney--but twice. And, second, he refuses to acknowledge his change. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;During Bush's first term, McCain was the most effective advocate of the Democratic agenda in Washington.&lt;/strong&gt; (Hey, the more the merrier, thanks McCain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;In health care, McCain co-sponsored, with John Edwards and Ted Kennedy, a patients' bill of rights. He joined Chuck Schumer to sponsor one bill allowing the re-importation of prescription drugs and another permitting wider sale of generic alternatives. &lt;/strong&gt;(If any of you have ever been to a dr where it seems they run a drive-through service, you would want protections.  Been there, done that, and I'm thankful that I have rights as a patient.  And the drug industry...generic is cheaper and more affordable for all Americans, and that's how we like it, right Wal*Mart buddies?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;On the environment, he sponsored with John Kerry a bill raising automobile fuel-efficiency standards and another bill with Joe Lieberman imposing a cap-and-trade regime on carbon emissions. He was also one of six Republicans to vote against drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.&lt;/strong&gt;  (As we all know this will not stop our consumption as guzzling Americans with monster trucks, but only allow us more leeway to depleat the earth that God commanded us to be stewards over, not demolishers of!  And what in the heck is wrong with automoblie fuel-efficiency?  NOTHING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain teamed with Carl Levin on bills closing down tax shelters, forbidding accounting firms from selling products to the firms they audited, and requiring businesses that gave out stock options as compensation to reveal the cost to their stockholders. These measures were bitterly opposed by big business and faced opposition not only from virtually the whole of the GOP but even from many Democrats as well.&lt;/strong&gt; (Hey, honesty is the best policy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain voted against the 2001 and 2003 Bush tax cuts.&lt;/strong&gt; (These cuts were for the rich, we all know this now in hindsite, and did nothing for my class of citizen, which was supposed to be the promised result.  Hmmm, did I pay less in taxes that year? NO.  Was education more affordable for me that year? NO.  Did my parents suddenly flourish because "tax cuts" were made possible by the Bush admin?  NO.  Were more jobs created?  NO.  That's why tax breaks and tax cuts from the republican party only support their butts in office and the rich oil companies.  These tax cuts weren't used to create more jobs!  The money grubbing businesses held on to those subsidies -different topic- and the economy has failed - different topic.  Look, everyone complains about the low income family living on welfare, like, their not paying into the system.  Neither is corporate America.  Their tax cuts helped them.  They are putting just about as much into the economy as the family on welfare.  So get off the high horse!  Thanks McCain for seeing the falacy in these proposed "tax cuts"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain co-sponsored bills to close the gun-show loophole, expand AmeriCorps, and federalize airport security. All these things set him against nearly the entire Republican Party.&lt;/strong&gt; (Gun control.  I know...you're cringing at the thought.  Have you ever been to a gun show!?  I have, and let me tell you, I could walk up to any counter, lay my green president down and walk away with a high caliber rifle, .22, pistol, you name it.  No checks to see if I have warrants, if I'm on parole, if I was just released from a psychological clinic with instructions to not sell me a fire-arm.  That's why gun-show loop holes need to be addressed!  We all threw a hissy fit when we needed to maintain airport security.  Why people!?  Couldn't it have saved us some lives on 9/11.  I know, it does get annoying, but it's safe.  We like that word "safe".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain was best described as a progressive--like Teddy Roosevelt (and I'll add like Obama which is now used as a slander, not as something positive), whom he cited constantly. McCain tended to see politics as a contest between the national interest and the selfishness of private agendas, and he favored a role for government in counterbalancing the excesses of organized wealth. In 2002, for instance, he was asked about the Bush administration's view, with regard to the Enron scandal, that "[t]he company had a duty to inform its shareholders and its employees about things that were going on inside the company. That's not a federal government responsibility." McCain thundered in response, "Well, Theodore Roosevelt would not agree with at least that rhetoric....We have had regulatory agencies always to curb the abuses or potential abuses of the capitalist system."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain did not leave his party, but he came close. The Washington Post (at the time) and The Hill (again last year) reported that, in 2001, McCain met with Democratic leaders to ponder a party switch. McCain and his allies deny these accounts, which are obviously devastating to his current prospects, and reporters almost never mention it in their McCain coverage. They also rarely mention how, in 2004, John Kerry wooed him to join his ticket as vice president. The reported half-dozen conversations the two held on the topic are about a half-dozen more than would have been needed if McCain truly was a dyed-in-the-wool conservative Republican.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;McCain obviously decided that his only plausible path to the presidency lay with the Republican Party in 2008. So he set about re-ingratiating himself with the GOP establishment while maintaining his reputation as an unwavering man of principle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;And last but NOT least, McCain recently voted NO to help fund rehabilitation and hospital expenses for American soldiers who have served in a war.  Voted NO to help compensate their families further, during their husband's/wife's time of recovery.  Not only did he vote no, he was not even at the debate and vote meeting.  He just called it in.  What a swell guy!  As a United States Veteran I would expect more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this scares me, per se, because I think his voting record is pretty much in line with most liberals to moderates.  But if you're thinking of voting for McCain just educate yourself on any topic to see what he "really" believes.  And, no, I won't take my bumper sticker off of my car.  I believe in change, not in changing the greatness of this country (unless it only means getting better), but in changing the face of the white house, the caliber of person that serves the highest position, and I believe in changing the way we see each other and respect for each other.  Obama will lead us in that direction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8396639530519521917?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8396639530519521917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8396639530519521917&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8396639530519521917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8396639530519521917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/07/fear-mongering.html' title='Fear Mongering'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6670809133059859588</id><published>2008-07-13T22:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:03:00.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twirling</title><content type='html'>DO you ever have those days where you feel like your life is just twirling?  Like, you don't hear conversations going on around you, you're all twirling inside with frustrations over this or that?  There are some days of the week (more than not) that I feel like I'm twirling.  I'm sure this is induced from stress of being a mom to a rambunctious 17 month old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that no matter how much discipline Chris and I give Coleman, he's still going to follow through on his boyish impulses and smack some other little kid in the face, throw toys, throw food, or bite me on the shoulder as he's cuddling with me.  As Chris likes to say, as he's reassuring me that I'm not a complete failure of a mom, "We are not doing anything wrong! He's going to learn over time and with experience about behavior.  Kids don't just "know" behavior."  Today, for instance, little nursery children were being shuffled single file across the hall to another room.  Coleman, being in close proximity to the children, (he plays with a toy kitchen set that's always in the hall near nursery) proceeds to run and body slam an older, but helpless, little boy.  That little boy got up before I could run and help.  He growled at Coleman.  Then they were joined by another boy and a few girls in a riot over the kitchen set.  Yup. An all out freak out session.  There was no more single file.  No more folded arms.  And Coleman was beyond reproach.  He clung to the kitchen set with his life!  The other children were quickly shuffled to the classroom and I was left in the hall with my head twirling over the behavior of my son.  My emotions had had it!  A few moments later we were headed back to the kitchen set, only to see the nursery door open.  Coleman hurried to the room and...I saw it coming...he smacked a little girl right in the face!  I grabbed him, and sternly gave him the verbal reprimand of a lifetime.  He continued to cry until church was over because of one thing or another.  I was twirling inside and Coleman was tired, ornery, and in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to stop when you're a parent.  No breathers, no kick-your-legs-up moments.  It's like you have to constantly be on guard.  You do the best you can day in and day out, but sometimes it just feels futile!  I wonder if my child will ever learn to control his impulses.  My advice to myself is...don't give him time to do those things.  Keep him busy.  Keep him occupied and happy.  I have to say that it does work...most of the time!  When we are twirling in playtime with each other, running outside after a ball, or playing with cars I notice a happier and less agressive boy.  He even seems to communicate with me better.  We twirl to music all the time and he laughs out loud.  It's great.  Although hard and exhausting, the busy moments make being a mom worth it to me, because I see my son happy and carefree.  And sorry to all the moms whose children Coleman may body slam or bite in the future.  *Shrug*  It's not because he's malicious, or because I lack parenting skills (I hope).  We're all just learning and twirling in this parenting bubble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6670809133059859588?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6670809133059859588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6670809133059859588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6670809133059859588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6670809133059859588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/07/twirling.html' title='Twirling'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8450727192581759694</id><published>2008-07-08T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:57:44.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family; a reason to travel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752335251407&amp;amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752335251407&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/576460752335251407/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752335251407&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/576460752335251407/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752335251407&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/576460752335251407/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8450727192581759694?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8450727192581759694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8450727192581759694&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8450727192581759694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8450727192581759694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Family; a reason to travel!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6932105577391531900</id><published>2008-07-08T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:28:54.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mya, and summer fun</title><content type='html'>My sister, Kimberly, had her baby three weeks early!!!  Her name is Mya and SHE IS SOOOO CUTE!  My-a, not Meea, was 6 lbs 1 oz and 20 1/4 inches long!  She is so little little little.  We hurried and packed up the car when she went into labor and drove 17 hours to Utah to see her and the new cutie pie.  Lukily Chris' work is WAY flexible and let him have the time off.  We chilled with my family over the fourth of July too, since we were there, and spent a lot of time holding baby Mya and imagining maybe having a girl of our own one day!  The clothes are sooo cute and little girls have such a sweetness about them.  Coleman spent most of his time running amok in my parent's backyard with his uncles, 4-wheeling with daddy, helping my parents mow the lawn, swimming in his little pool my mom got for him, going to the zoo, taking a nature walk with Kim's new little family (Mya's real first outing at 1/2 a week old! Yeah, crazy!), biting and hiting the dogs, and completely ignoring Mya.  It made me feel guilty bringing him back to Oklahoma because I'm not that outgoing as far as "let's get out in the humidity and play all day."  Utah was good for him.  He learned a lot.  Explored a lot, and had enough outdoor time to last a million years.  My only wish would be for him to have had more fun with Mya.  He was soooo annoyed by her at first.  He DID NOT like seeing anyone hold her or coo with her, which is to be expected.  But, one morning I was helping Kim and was changing Mya's diaper.  Coleman came into the room and layed down on his belly with his head in his hands and watched me.  Then he got up and left, then ran back into the room with one of his diapers and gave it to me and just stood there talking his little jibberish, like, "Hey, mom, change my diaper now."  I was laughing so hard!  He finally warmed up to her, but we weren't there long enough for them to establish any sort of memorable relationship.  Oh well.  It was great nonetheless.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a fourth of July party...my family goes to DATC's field every year, where I swear ALL of Kaysville comes to.  We played cards, ate yummy food, and then saw the BEST fireworks show west of D.C.  Then we were back on the road heading home to Oklahoma.  So, that's my quick little update for you all.  I took around 1200 pictures of the trip.  Yeah, sometimes I'm even a little overwhelming for myself...but hey, you have to catch the cuteness of Mya, she's so dang cute.  Look for the slide show, I may/may not get it up tonight.  I've loved reading about everyone's summer fun.  It's such a good time of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6932105577391531900?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6932105577391531900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6932105577391531900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6932105577391531900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6932105577391531900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-mya-and-summer-fun.html' title='Baby Mya, and summer fun'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7898760882052107281</id><published>2008-06-23T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:12:10.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>If you have not seen KungFu Panda you must go see it!  It's one of those feel good, learn a lesson, moral to the story AWESOMENESS type of shows!!!  The unlikely panda bear, Po, becomes a Kung Fu master and it's up to him to defend everyone from the oncoming threat of the leapord!  But, what made this panda more special than any of the others?  &lt;strong&gt;Nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;  The ancient scroll held the secret to his success and future as the Kung Fu warrior.  But what did the scroll say?  &lt;strong&gt;Nothing.&lt;/strong&gt; It was an interesting take on what makes someone more special or capable of doing great things.  Absolutely nothing.  The only thing Po had was his determination to fight with the furious five Kung Fu students.  Po thought he would need something extremely special, some kind of revelation, to help him defeat the leapord.  But, when the scroll was opened, all Po saw was his reflection on the paper.  There was nothing there.  Po defeated the leapord because he realized "nothing" made him special.  The secrets on the scroll taught Po that he, himself, was that something special that was needed to save everyone from the leapord.  Nothing made him special.  Nothing made him fight better.  Nothing was written on the scroll, and nothing gave Po any special qualities.  He just simply did what he was asked.  It's something you can apply to life.  You can apply it to motherhood.  You can apply it to any sport, and subject, and endeavor.  Nothing is needed to make you more capable of setting out to do what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-7898760882052107281?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7898760882052107281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7898760882052107281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7898760882052107281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7898760882052107281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2274154116735825782</id><published>2008-06-12T10:41:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:23:16.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising a boy</title><content type='html'>My mom and dad in Utah miss seeing their grandson grow up, pass through stages of development, and do cute things that just can't get caught on camera.  However, there have been a few cute moments that were caught, so here they are mom and dad.  LOVE and miss you.  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning.  He HAS to stand on the chair in the computer room, at least once a day.  HAS to.  And throws a fit when you make him get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQzNS-KvI/AAAAAAAAATo/zVQVQ27uLv8/s1600-h/20080526_IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQzNS-KvI/AAAAAAAAATo/zVQVQ27uLv8/s320/20080526_IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105453261335282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQamdGHSI/AAAAAAAAATg/eUNXSQkPNqY/s1600-h/20080526_IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQamdGHSI/AAAAAAAAATg/eUNXSQkPNqY/s320/20080526_IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105030517955874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few from bath time! (there are some hilarious pics, but I would have to edit them carefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQBuHYMRI/AAAAAAAAATY/MvUNgtQEBf4/s1600-h/20080604_IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQBuHYMRI/AAAAAAAAATY/MvUNgtQEBf4/s320/20080604_IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211104603077619986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGPcvCfIqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ak7W-5XTpAs/s1600-h/20080604_IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGPcvCfIqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ak7W-5XTpAs/s320/20080604_IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211103967670379170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGPIlY7OdI/AAAAAAAAATI/YnAEqHEn1aM/s1600-h/20080604_IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGPIlY7OdI/AAAAAAAAATI/YnAEqHEn1aM/s320/20080604_IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211103621482756562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the John Deere you gave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGOzzjsl4I/AAAAAAAAATA/7r0enX_bPx0/s1600-h/20080607_IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGOzzjsl4I/AAAAAAAAATA/7r0enX_bPx0/s320/20080607_IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211103264508778370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGOS6MUq8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/B3hdbHRJ24g/s1600-h/20080607_IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGOS6MUq8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/B3hdbHRJ24g/s320/20080607_IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211102699354106818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring afternoon feeding the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGNq_TuWII/AAAAAAAAASw/ocvpEEUa1xY/s1600-h/20080519_IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGNq_TuWII/AAAAAAAAASw/ocvpEEUa1xY/s320/20080519_IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211102013532559490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGNSUsNZTI/AAAAAAAAASo/9EY8k1q9_io/s1600-h/20080519_IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGNSUsNZTI/AAAAAAAAASo/9EY8k1q9_io/s320/20080519_IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211101589775672626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFFEp4iq0sI/AAAAAAAAASg/Jyin6XNayIw/s1600-h/20080519_IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFFEp4iq0sI/AAAAAAAAASg/Jyin6XNayIw/s320/20080519_IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211021730187498178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boys are wired so differently than little girls.  Raising a boy seems at odds with raising a girl.  I only say this because of what I've observed.  I am partial to articles and topics of little boys because right now, I only have a boy.  I recently read an article called "Boys Will Be Boys" by Michael Thompson, Ph.D.  I'll quote him now and then.  He explains the development of little boys, and the misunderstanding we have of them that is leaving them in the dust in our society.  They love to explore, hit things, bite things, test their limits, roughhouse, jibber-jabber constantly, jump off anything they can climb on, play in toilet water, make car noises, and day-dream.  "Parents often see boys as intentionally defiant and deliberately destructive, but when toddler boys throw things, kick someone, or disobey us, it's because they haven't yet developed the ability to resist their impulses."  Science has recently proven what we should've already known.  Physical activity is their niche.  Not that we just say "that's just a boy for ya" but, understand we can teach them, without hindering them.  Our society should not fail our little boys with taking recess out of schools, or punish them for wanting to be physically active.  That is how they learn.  You give a little boy a book and he doesn't want to read it, he wants to figure out if it flies through the air like an airplane.  That's not a "bad" thing.  "It used to be all about play and social development" in the classroom, but "now because of the emphasis on state testing in the lower grades, kids are expected to read fluently, write legibly, and listen quietly.  Boys lag behind girls in all these areas.  They also lack self-control compared with girls the same age, so they're more likely to be singled out for bad behavior.  And since there are fewer free-play and recess opportunities today, it's no wonder that boys are being left behind."  I understand the rules of classrooms, but we should not punish or make little boys feel bad when exploring their own thought processes.  Boys learn at a slower pace than girls.  Little boys are being held back because they don't talk "as good" or read "as good" or do math "as good" as....as what?  Girls?  And?  Boys are happiest when they day-dream, play, and manually discover the world.  They don't need a book to tell them about these things, they need to see them, experience them for themselves.  That doesn't take away our responsibility of teaching them to read, but they will learn best when the two are put together.  It's difficult to be a boy in our culture because it demands toughness and athletic prowess.  You can see that in your own neighborhoods, right?  Within your own social groups, correct?  Society is worried about "making a man" out of the boy.  "Gender stereotyping makes us more likely to miss the vulnerabilities of boys."  A little boy's focus should be "quiet time to engage in fantasy play with his favorite toys.  That means turning off the television, and providing a clear space.  Play is his natural sanctuary, and you need to protect it."  Little boys seem to be hugged less, picked up less, and comforted for shorter times than girls.  Boys are falling through the cracks because we don't understand their developmental process.  People are tougher on them, but they deserve and need as much love and cuddling, listening and praise as the girls we call "princesses."  Our boys should be the princes of their mommy's world!  Our future generation.  We are raising them.  Sometimes I wonder how good of a job I am doing.  Am I making him happy, does he know I love him, will he want to be a good person in society and play nice with others?  Will he talk with me when he's a teenager about all the crazy things boys go through?  Their lives are hard.  Will he be ready for school, wherever that is?  Will he be a sweet little boy who helps others?  Will he love his Heavenly Father?  Will he have faith in Jesus Christ?  Will he fall through the cracks?  I know our kids are and will be pounded with everything society throws at them.  Will they be ready?  Cheryl C. Lant said that "The children's ultimate defense is a testimony of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ."  Little boys can be taught this, and learn this as well as little girls.  We can help them gain testimonies without stifling their imaginations and physical play.  "Boys have always had trouble paying attention in class.  But they don't have a problem focusing for long periods of time on things they love."  We can help them love the gospel.  We can help them jump the cracks in society.  Hug your little boys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2274154116735825782?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2274154116735825782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2274154116735825782&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2274154116735825782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2274154116735825782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-grandma.html' title='Raising a boy'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFGQzNS-KvI/AAAAAAAAATo/zVQVQ27uLv8/s72-c/20080526_IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2189649982766776363</id><published>2008-06-11T15:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:30:39.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFBAQI74_RI/AAAAAAAAASY/w5PB26jkJFQ/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFBAQI74_RI/AAAAAAAAASY/w5PB26jkJFQ/s320/cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210735414888430866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA-SDrh4BI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vjtm8fpHB8c/s1600-h/20080529_IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA-SDrh4BI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vjtm8fpHB8c/s320/20080529_IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733248814112786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA9hlnuOjI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rh8Z5KoNA5A/s1600-h/20080530_IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA9hlnuOjI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rh8Z5KoNA5A/s320/20080530_IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732416111360562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA9IpGaJ2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/V07TjBRUfHg/s1600-h/20080530_IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA9IpGaJ2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/V07TjBRUfHg/s320/20080530_IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731987548645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA859r9P_I/AAAAAAAAARw/UJmume-2vlU/s1600-h/20080530_IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA859r9P_I/AAAAAAAAARw/UJmume-2vlU/s320/20080530_IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731735376805874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA8o3mhjNI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z8HaEyVIWPA/s1600-h/20080529_IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA8o3mhjNI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z8HaEyVIWPA/s320/20080529_IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731441685630162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA8EepiffI/AAAAAAAAARg/_JH_jNf8vXE/s1600-h/20080508_IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFA8EepiffI/AAAAAAAAARg/_JH_jNf8vXE/s320/20080508_IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210730816512097778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's completely hot here (as most of you know) and when it rains, it only gets more muggy and more humid.  And there has been a lot of that since it's tornado season.  I threw a picture in here of our courtyard so you could see the torrential rain and "lake random."  Click on it so you can see it zoomed in.  I have to be honest and say that I miss the Utah summers.  I miss cool summer nights, and 80 degrees that heats you up but doesn't melt you.  I miss playing with my family's doggies in the yard where the green grass is actual grass.  However, I do love the rain storms here.  The Uintah mountain (Utah) rain storms are great, but even those don't compare.  I'm trying to see the positives in all things...even when I feel like I need a shower mid day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cool off we spend our time at the splash pad here in Norman, at the kiddie pool in cousin Kael's backyard or fill up the infant tub and put it on the porch, just for kicks.  Coleman enjoys all of it!  *Sigh*  To be a kid again!  What do you guys do to keep cool?  Any other fun suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2189649982766776363?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2189649982766776363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2189649982766776363&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2189649982766776363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2189649982766776363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/06/melting.html' title='Melting'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SFBAQI74_RI/AAAAAAAAASY/w5PB26jkJFQ/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8817752019620560133</id><published>2008-06-06T12:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:39:08.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>06-05-04 Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SElw7FFBUgI/AAAAAAAAARY/UNNTQdeCyhw/s1600-h/Anniversary+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SElw7FFBUgI/AAAAAAAAARY/UNNTQdeCyhw/s320/Anniversary+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208818604308517378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I felt until I married Chris.  Thanks for taking the position of being the pillar and letting me run free.  Happy Anniversary &amp; love you!  &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His goal was to make me laugh every day, because he takes few things seriously and is crushingly funny.  I try not to take things too serious, even though I have a tendency to think TOO deeply about everything.  So far, so good.  I laugh daily.  There are rough patches every now and then.  Nothing is a fairytale, that's why they are fake Disney productions, but you can still choose to be happy and carefree just as the characters of fantasy.  This doesn't take away hard times, pain, and uncertainty, but it allows for life to continue with laughter instead of without.  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8817752019620560133?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8817752019620560133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8817752019620560133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8817752019620560133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8817752019620560133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/06/06-05-04-anniversary.html' title='06-05-04 Anniversary'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SElw7FFBUgI/AAAAAAAAARY/UNNTQdeCyhw/s72-c/Anniversary+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6685718679066274277</id><published>2008-06-01T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:59:34.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Link</title><content type='html'>Sorry.  I forgot to include the link.  Hey, Tammy, this is for you. &lt;a href="http://www.politicalcompass.org"&gt;Political Compass dot org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6685718679066274277?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6685718679066274277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6685718679066274277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6685718679066274277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6685718679066274277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/06/link.html' title='The Link'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1505817540718699477</id><published>2008-05-31T14:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:21:54.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White and Liberal</title><content type='html'>So, my husband's buddy from work had an interesting political graph on his blog showing where he falls in the spectrum of Economics and Social policies.  I decided to check it out and do the questionnaire myself and post my political graph.  I am pleased to say that this helped me learn more about my political views as well.  When I took government in High School I never knew that I fit into an actual political party, I figured I just wasn't invited (my high school was pretty much white-collar kids with daddy's that spoiled with Hummers, Corvettes etc).  My ideas were more liberal than most.  No name brands at the exploitation of others, pick up my garbage and put it in a trash can, hey, even recycle it if possible.  By all means possible, try to avoid war.  I didn't see how people felt justified exploiting mother earth (I tried several times to save the rain forest through fund raisers and was VP of our Eco-Team in JR High, and continued documenting with video cameras through high school the filthy display of trash disrespectful people left behind).  And what about wearing name brand clothing knowing full well it was made at the expense of a kid in a sweat shop, and choosing to look down on the lesser folk of the valley without knowing that some chose and were not forced, to live a more "down to earth" lifestyle?  I was a vegetarian after I learned of slaughter houses and inhumane treatment of God's creations (glad to say I overcame that because I love beef).  My teachers and classmates taught me that I definitely didn't agree with them...but where did I belong?  Then college came, and thanks to many professors and roommates I affirmed my stand on social, civil liberties and economic issues.  I had found home!!!  I was part of a minority community called liberals.  I even had a party called the Democratic party!  How sweet is that!?  Yeah, my new found glory has brought me here today, re-evaluating my stand.  I've never understood fence sitters.  Choose something and stand for it!  I don't look down on you, and you shouldn't look down on me.  Everyone is born an equal to you and I; An equal in the sight of God, and should be treated as such!  If there is something you don't like about political policy, or supreme court rulings then change it.  Fight for what you believe in.  You have a party somewhere!  Find out where that is and join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I fall in the scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SEGxkKBa_mI/AAAAAAAAARA/lJzOubbn_2k/s1600-h/politicalgraph.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SEGxkKBa_mI/AAAAAAAAARA/lJzOubbn_2k/s320/politicalgraph.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206637878940728930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where others fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SEGyOKBa_nI/AAAAAAAAARI/DJnJaaHlssg/s1600-h/internationalgraph.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SEGyOKBa_nI/AAAAAAAAARI/DJnJaaHlssg/s320/internationalgraph.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206638600495234674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1505817540718699477?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1505817540718699477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1505817540718699477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1505817540718699477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1505817540718699477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-my-husbands-buddy-from-work-had.html' title='Red, White and Liberal'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SEGxkKBa_mI/AAAAAAAAARA/lJzOubbn_2k/s72-c/politicalgraph.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6758722794432540237</id><published>2008-05-27T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:01:11.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Process</title><content type='html'>This new template-making ordeal is quite the process, especially for me.  I've never cared too learn much about html, hosting images, text wrapping etc.  So, it's still not where I want it to be at this point and I'm thinking of scrapping this whole template and starting over fresh.  That way I can still use the quick links on blogger that let you change your font color and stuff.  It's really easy, "if" you have a generic template, to spice it up with your own colors.  But, once you've tampered with the html codes or imported another template you can't use the quick and easy route.  So, all of my colors are kind of skeewompis.  Well, you get the idea. I'll get it figured out and then start this blog over with a cohesive color scheme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6758722794432540237?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6758722794432540237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6758722794432540237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6758722794432540237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6758722794432540237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/process.html' title='Process'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-876065263645279003</id><published>2008-05-19T16:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:56:13.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your own</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in the process of trying to create my own template.  It's more complicated than I thought, since I don't understand the whole code/number system, but, there are some amazing helps online that have taught me how to change fonts and add cute things to a blog to help them look unique.  However, I haven't done any of that yet, because after reading and trying to teach myself, my time is up and it's Coleman time.  So, this blog might look kind of hodge-podge for a while.  I'm also thinking of starting another blog that will feature recipes with yummy pictures of the yummy-ness, and a poets corner/music blog.  I'll keep you all up to date if I ever get around to creating those two other blogs!  I just think it would be fun to have a family blog and then another blog for just my hobbies.  Anyhow...keep in touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-876065263645279003?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/876065263645279003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=876065263645279003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/876065263645279003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/876065263645279003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-your-own.html' title='Make your own'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2933116888823713982</id><published>2008-05-08T13:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:19:07.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing things</title><content type='html'>There are a few things I have been missing lately.  One, Christopher, my sweetie.  Two, my mission.  Chris has been busy with finals the past week.  You all know how that goes...long nights of studying, nights at the library, full days at school, long testing times, putting finishing touches on the final semester before applications to grad schools.  *Sigh*  It's not like I don't see him, but sometimes I wish I could take his place and do all the work for him just so he could sleep, de-stress, and play with the Coleman buddy.  He did the daddy duty last night while I was at a meeting.  What a sweetie!  I want to take him out, maybe to the new Warren Theatres?  Anyone been there?  I heard it's awesome!  Also, my husband's best friend, Rhys, was baptized on Sunday the 4th.  How amazing amazing amazing!  Can't we do this all the time, just share truth, convert people to Christ, feel the spirit all the time as much as at his baptism!?  I used to think it was possible to be 100% committed to being a member missionary, because I used to say "If you're not a member missionary then you're just another body in the church."  I had become that body!  But, it's not like "I" did anything in Rhyses conversion.  I was just able to feel the spirit of missionary work again, and it gave me new resolve.  There are more people seeking and searching, wondering what this life is for, hoping for a brighter tommorrow, never knowing if they'll see their children after this life, and never knowing what we know...perhaps to our shame, perhaps to another's shame, because we didn't share.  Didn't our parents teach us, it's not nice to not share! I'm not one to talk.  I only talk to Chris and Coleman for the most part...but I did put a stack of pass-along cards in my day planner.  Now maybe I'll find a reason to pass it along!  At the drive through, at the check out, and the park.  I used to do it so fluidly, and it's not "just" because I had a missionary mantle, but because I wanted to.  The mantle of a missionary doesn't force anyone to be any certain way, but when used for good choices, it empowers.  I will say, there is nothing more exhilirating than when you ask someone if they are a member or "I just thought you could use this" while handing them the pass-along card.  The worst thing they can do is say no, or in some cases chase you down trying to save your soul.  LOL!!!  Been there!  So, here's to Rhys, our new brother in the gospel...and my new inspiration to be the example like the one that brought him into the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhys with his mom, dad, and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SCNRAHf-COI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8JqwkrB2ZT4/s1600-h/Baptism2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SCNRAHf-COI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8JqwkrB2ZT4/s320/Baptism2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198087457370671330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SCNQ0nf-CNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DWTCy_iegtE/s1600-h/Baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SCNQ0nf-CNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DWTCy_iegtE/s320/Baptism.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198087259802175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, happy for his friend, and the blessings this will bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2933116888823713982?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2933116888823713982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2933116888823713982&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2933116888823713982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2933116888823713982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-things.html' title='Missing things'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SCNRAHf-COI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8JqwkrB2ZT4/s72-c/Baptism2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-3339706797782595493</id><published>2008-05-02T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:41:30.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-38.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752332272952&amp;amp;site=widget-38.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752332272952&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p1/576460752332272952/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752332272952&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p2/576460752332272952/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-3339706797782595493?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3339706797782595493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=3339706797782595493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3339706797782595493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/3339706797782595493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/around-house.html' title='Around the house!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6494596648337499050</id><published>2008-05-01T20:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:00:44.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SBsUljavwgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/H1OS9azLPXQ/s1600-h/Tulips+for+Birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SBsUljavwgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/H1OS9azLPXQ/s320/Tulips+for+Birthday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195769230497137154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SBsUTTavwfI/AAAAAAAAANI/5rlivalrBe4/s1600-h/Sushi+for+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SBsUTTavwfI/AAAAAAAAANI/5rlivalrBe4/s320/Sushi+for+birthday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195768916964524530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this blog to seem like a brag-blog but I thought I'd blog about my birthday.  It's hard being away from my family, but Chris' fam was great and so were the rest of you!  Last weekend Chris drove our little fam down to Dallas TX to visit his best friend Rhys and our family, the Links.  We had a blast.  We played Rock Band, I got a birthday lunch with Tammy, at P.F. Chang's, which was the best "to-die-for" Chinese food, followed with window shopping at the BEST and most expensive mall ever, well, almost ever...  Anyway, Tammy got me the Twilight book, so I will be joining the rest of you on the journey through the books.  I like it so far.  Also, Rhys has been meeting with the missionaries and accepted the invitation to be baptized while we were there!!!  The spirit was strong, and it was emotional.  We're so proud of him and the testimony he already has!  We can't wait for this Sunday when he'll be baptized!  We were home here in Oklahoma during my actual birthday.  I got a box filled with gifts from my family (Thanks everyone) and phone calls, cards, cookies, e-mails, a spot on my best friend's blog, and tons of fun with Coleman and Chris.  I had lunch at the Mall with some friends and then Chris got fresh Sushi for our dine-in dinner and a bouquet of Tulips (my fave).  Thanks everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6494596648337499050?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6494596648337499050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6494596648337499050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6494596648337499050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6494596648337499050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/05/sushi.html' title='Sushi'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/SBsUljavwgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/H1OS9azLPXQ/s72-c/Tulips+for+Birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2698926854804646118</id><published>2008-04-23T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:45:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were talking about the scary situation our economy is in, the scary situation with the polygamist group, raising children in the world, the scary situation with health care, child care etc.  Everything sounded so despondent.  Are any of you like us?  We are worried and have anxieties!  We don't know whether to go up or down, left or right?  Do we pay this bill or that?  Has anyone else noticed the price of everything is going sky high?  We all know what happens.  The price of one thing goes up, causes panic, so everyone else drives up prices of everything else; from home rates, to apples.  For instance, grocery items have jumped 57% in the past 12 months and foreclosure rates are on the same rise!  YIKES.  Matell just came out and said all their prices will increase on ALL toys, and, at the rate that gas is going up we'll be paying a dollar more per gallon at the end of the year, than we are currently paying.  I know, I know...oil keeps people employed, keeps our homes warm, our cars running...but it kept people employed, homes warm, and cars running at $0.96 a gallon!  In 2001 I remember filling my car up, a 4 door sedan my parents gave me to use for college, for 10 bucks!!!  Yup!  TEN!  I don't want to sound like a raving 90 year old with no teeth, but c'mon, something HAS to change!  It's the principle of the thing, whether you can afford it or not!  We should tap into our national emergency oil reserve and tell the foreign oil companies to lower their prices or we won't come back for business.  They know they can't survive without major countries supporting them, so why don't we set the standard?!  We also end the war against an "idea!"  We can't fight an idea.  We CAN protect our land from the invasion of that idea, but we can't dispell people's thoughts by bombs!  British troops tried to dispell our founding father's ideas, and that didn't work either!  They stood by the ideal of a free nation.  (I'm in NO WAY supporting terrorism, so just take it for what it's worth.)  This war was supposed to be a get in - drop bombs - get out fashion.  What happened?Did you know that the US employs public relations specialist who work extensively to create a picture perfect situation for the media.  For example, "Operation Iraqi Freedom" was staged!  When our US soldiers toppled Sadaam's statue our "employee" handed out American flags, gathered in a select group of Iraqi's, and shut out the area to media and other "anti-Operation Iraqi Freedom" citizens until the stage was set to perfection.  THEN the cameras were allowed to start rolling!  I'm serious.  Look at other past wars.  You think Kuwait actually happened like it did?  It wasn't picture perfect people, it was WAR!  But it was made to "look" like we had "smart bombs" that got the enemy only..blah blah.  In the book "Imperial Hubris" Michael Scheuer predicted that a slow bleed of our economy would be what loses us the war.  He predicted that this war would be won by the "other side" by basically bleeding us dry!  I think we know that it's working.  We are all scurrying around like ants trying to find every morsel of food to keep existing (well that's what I feel like sometimes).  I personally think we need to stop the stage show in Iraq; not in all countries, but Iraq.  It's bleeding us dry, and they will win if we keep giving them the chance.  I'm not anti war.  Well, yeah, I guess I am.  But, I do know that it has its purposes.  Like, getting rid of Sadaam.  I'm happy he's out of power, but what about Bin Laden?  DUH!  Did we shift focus a bit?  Our troops are amazing, and I give them props for their courage.  I wouldn't want to see people's homes destroyed because of an ideal.  I didn't want this to turn into a philosophical debate or anything, but hey, it's just bleeding us dry.  Everyone discounted Michael Scheuer when he wrote his predictions, and now we're paying for it!  Diapers are up, produce is up, milk is up, poverty is up...jobs are being out-sourced, people are unemployed at a high rate, and nationally people are living -1% within their income.  As members of the church, and in most Christian communities we know that "if ye are prepared ye shall not fear."  I have no fear.  I'm prepared...to an extent.  That being said, there are still anxieties about the future!  BUT, I'll call it a skunk when I see a skunk, and this war is a skunk, along with all the problems is has caused.  The fear, anxieties, debt, crime, foreclosures, etc...etc...  This didn't happen because millions were stupid with their money, it happened because of our Imperial Hubris!  So, let's help each other live frugal, live informed, update each other.  Anyone know any tips on investing money?  Home remedies so we can save co-pays by not going to the dr?  Ways to get better gas mileage?  How to pay off credit cards the smart way?  How to save on tuition expenses (besides just "not going")?  Family friendly activities for free?  Let's post links and chat it up so we keep each other informed and positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2698926854804646118?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2698926854804646118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2698926854804646118&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2698926854804646118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2698926854804646118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/04/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7588241584044065475</id><published>2008-04-21T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:36:05.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A CRAZY AMAZING SURVEY!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who were you with last night::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chris and Coleman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What woke you up this morning::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Coleman waking up &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is tonight going to be a good night::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup.  Larry King has Hillary Clinton as a guest &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's on your mind RIGHT now::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chris coming home from school &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you take a bullet for anyone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup.  Anyone I cared about &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you listen 2 music everyday::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite kind of soda::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Coke Zero &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How long til your b-day::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8 days &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does a kiss make you feel better::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you start the water before you get in the shower::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had stitches::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nothing much.  Just chillin with the Coleman buddy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite cereal::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anything with some chocolate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been skinny dipping::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funniest thing you heard all day::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't know?  Give me a minute with Chris and I'll be laughing at a joke or funny story! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you snore::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you wearing::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Makeup, perfume, rings...oh, and clothes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Strawberry Limeade from Sonic, yummm! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite kind of soup::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My mom's homemade Chicken Noodle! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Taco sauce- Hot, Medium, or Mild::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Medium &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you remember your first kiss::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Duh!  Yuh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever used someone else's toothbrush::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;All the time.  Coleman constantly loses mine or Chris' &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you rather get up early or sleep in::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If you know me, you know I have a love affair with sleep! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tell me about the shirt your wearing::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You spelled "you're" wrong, but I won't hold that against you Mr. Survery person.  It's a short-sleeved white sweater hoodie with a button up collar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you trust people::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope.  (Only a select few) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How much do looks matter::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I could care less really.  I like to look good, but not for others, just because I like it.  Everyone is hot! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you tell your parents everything::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not now that I'm married, but I used to &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color are the walls in your room::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;White &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you order at IHOP:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Waffle House food &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to tell someone something::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who would you want to be stuck in a cave with::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A search and rescue person &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Look to your left, what do you see::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rock Band guitar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the weather like::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Balmy 80's &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever glued your fingers together::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time do you go to bed::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;10ish on a good night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When is the last time you had butterflies::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Flying to Utah with Coleman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you going to do this weekend::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hopefully go to Texas and see Rhys meet with the missionaries! YAYYY! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like to swim::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite kind of cookie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My mom's homemade carrot cake kind with homemade orange flavored icing.  Haven't had one in years, but they are the bomb! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is one thing you say WAY too much::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"No"  (I have a 14 month old) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S145226/A_CRAZY_AMAZING_SURVEY!!!!.html" title="A CRAZY AMAZING SURVEY!!!!"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDg4MTc3NjA2ODcmcHQ9MTIwODgxNzc2NTQ2OCZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-7588241584044065475?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7588241584044065475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7588241584044065475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7588241584044065475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7588241584044065475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because.....'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-5199850482934584282</id><published>2008-04-17T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:56:28.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are mothers</title><content type='html'>Let's say it together! We are mothers! In this day and age can we afford to be anything else? I am a huge fan of the Today Show, especially Ann Curry. This in NO WAY is to offend her or any others like her, but...with that disclaimer, let me write! After my day today, I was thinking about an episode of the Today Show I saw a while back. Ann Curry was being praised for how amazing she was for keeping up with such a crazy schedule. She had the Today Show to do, so her day started at 4 am with wardrobe and makeup, after the Today Show she was off to some other local station (primped by wardrobe and makeup), then back to the NBC station for the filming of part of the nightly news, then right after, off to another breaking news story, then back to the nightly news to get an interview in before the live show started (preceeded by wardrobe and makeup). Then, her day ended at 11pm. She had a couple of coffees and some late-mocha-fraps in there, and possibly a bagel or something. During this episode the Today Show crew was following her around filming this "crazy" ordeal. They all stated how amazing she was, being a mother and a career woman; being able to juggle with ease both "jobs" and being such a trooper about it. Uhm, I didn't see her tend to the needs of her children, take a phone call from them, change a poopy diaper, wipe a tear, ease a cough, do a carpool, wipe stains out of her carpet, clothes, linens, help with homework, talk to her spouse, play a game, tell a story, swing at the park, give a bath, etc...etc...etc... Would I do the same for a high six figure, combined salary with my husband? That kind of question is only asked by the world. There is a saying that says "anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a daddy." Could the same be said for mothers!? They put SO much emphasis on Ann being such a great mother because she could actually juggle a whole day's work (which continues day-in and day-out) along with a family. I didn't see any juggling. I do love Ann Curry. This isn't about her, really, but about the emphasis that the world is putting on being the "IT" and "ALL" mom. We are mothers. That should be plenty! It holds so much weight of it's own. We should never feel like we are not super-moms or worthy of this same praise just because we don't "juggle." We have the future to tend to and raise up, literally! It would have been nice to see the emphasis be on her as a mother. So, while it's okay for Ann to do what she does, and for all of you mothers to do what you do, just remember, we are mothers and I wish the Today Show would have filmed that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-5199850482934584282?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5199850482934584282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=5199850482934584282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5199850482934584282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/5199850482934584282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-mothers.html' title='We are mothers'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2482217684989233347</id><published>2008-04-11T12:35:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:29:18.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-nahwuuBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1JZHawGJZg/s1600-h/light+pink+state+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188049369935296530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-nahwuuBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1JZHawGJZg/s320/light+pink+state+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Oklahoma state tree is called the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Redbud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. (Don't yawn, this won't be on a test) When I first saw these trees in bloom I was blown away! There are a lot of them around our apartment complex, and I think they are soooo pretty, so I took Coleman on a walk and got a few pictures to share with you all. Some are light pink, some are what I call "albino" and some are dark pinkish purple. I love the color purple, so these trees caught my attention. Also, there are some pics of our apartment, in and out, and Coleman playing in and around our complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-kGRwut3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oPN_A9UD_mU/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188045723508062066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-kGRwut3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oPN_A9UD_mU/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188046436472633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-kvxwut5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/o06dP4sWplw/s320/albino+state+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-sehwuuII/AAAAAAAAALs/mD2d1wFr0Lw/s1600-h/full+bloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188054936212912258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-sehwuuII/AAAAAAAAALs/mD2d1wFr0Lw/s320/full+bloom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-mjxwut-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mS4T0y8nm9Y/s1600-h/fun+with+the+stroller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188048429337458658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-mjxwut-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mS4T0y8nm9Y/s320/fun+with+the+stroller.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188054614090365042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-sLxwuuHI/AAAAAAAAALk/yrQsdF4YpnU/s320/i%27ll+walk+myself+home.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-nFxwuuAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/izJaWIGLits/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188049013453010946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-nFxwuuAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/izJaWIGLits/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-tyhwuuJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1rjWh6j6bRw/s1600-h/the+new+paint+color+in+the+works.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188056379321923730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-tyhwuuJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1rjWh6j6bRw/s320/the+new+paint+color+in+the+works.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188049829496797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-n1RwuuCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/u6M0S4T2AB4/s320/our+third+story+apt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our third story apartment. It's still in the works of being painted and decorated. We did get some planter boxes and started some tomatoes! Yummm...fresh salsa anyone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2482217684989233347?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2482217684989233347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2482217684989233347&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2482217684989233347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2482217684989233347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/04/oklahoma-fun.html' title='Oklahoma Fun!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_-nahwuuBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1JZHawGJZg/s72-c/light+pink+state+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6862376917796927165</id><published>2008-04-03T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:51:52.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today was a good day.  I finished painting most of the living room in our new apartment.  It's a great color!  It's like the color of dried wheat, or light tan...in that range anyway.  It's cute!  It's crazy how much a little bit of paint transforms stark white walls into something warm and inviting!  It wasn't that hard either.  I just sectioned off the area I was working on so Coleman couldn't come through.  After a few hours with some breaks in between, ta-da, done!  My shoulders are sore of course, but that's why I have Chris around (wink).  We met with family at Red Lobster to celebrate our brother's birthday and it turned out nicely.  Coleman ate okay, screamed a bunch because he wanted out of the high chair, but all in all, not too shabby.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing I can't wait for is General Conference!  We will have the opportunity to sustain a newly called Prophet of God and President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  We will hear from him and his counselors and the twelve apostles of the Lord.  They are our leaders and servants of God!  They testify of Christ and of our divine destiny in the plan of salvation!  They are the mouth piece of God our Father and His son Jesus Christ.  God has not ceased to give revelation through prophets and I am excited that I live in a day where we have prophets and apostles who lead and guide me.  Joseph Smith Jr said "...the standard of truth has been erected; No un hallowed hand can stop the work from progressing;  persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the great Jehovah shall say the work is done!"  God does speak.    There is so much truth, so much knowledge to be had, so much happiness and safety to be found when following His words.                                                                                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6862376917796927165?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6862376917796927165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6862376917796927165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6862376917796927165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6862376917796927165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7355077465706370675</id><published>2008-03-31T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:41:10.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>For Easter Chris sent Coleman and I to Utah. We visited our family and had a fun time hanging out with everyone. Grandma made sure that Coleman was all decked out for Easter Sunday complete with an Easter bucket full of toys and goodies. He posed for Easter pics with his new toy car. The weather was awesome! The grass was already getting green, the mountains were more beautiful than ever, with their snow caps on! Coleman's uncles loved hanging out with him, teaching him how to dance, play nicely with the doggies, and how to 4-wheel. My pregnant sister Kimberly and my mom both had their birthdays while we were there. Isn't Kimberly cute showing off her baby belly!? Grandpa did a lot with Coleman too, but for some reason there are no pictures of them hanging out...but they did play outside a lot. Coleman had fun in the sand at the park trying out his new shovel. Now, to our surprise, Chris was at home in Oklahoma moving us into a new 4 bedroom 2 bath apartment!!! We had no idea that this is why he wanted us out of town for a few days, but what a sweetie! We love the new place. It's roomy and comfortable, and Coleman and I owe him a big THANKS because he moved everything in and set up mostly everything so we wouldn't have the stress of moving again. He's amazing! We miss Utah and everyone already, but we'll see you all soon, and we're glad to be home with daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-7355077465706370675?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7355077465706370675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7355077465706370675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7355077465706370675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7355077465706370675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2236751245375951599</id><published>2008-03-31T16:13:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:50:27.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_GCLuaoT8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/2aDRr_gnlq8/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_FbDeaoTrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XNXpoJHc7Io/s1600-h/grandma+at+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184024761342643890" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_GBq-aoT5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/U7HI51u2JT0/s320/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_GB5eaoT6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/o2V8lu8aUfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184067470497435554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_GB5eaoT6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/o2V8lu8aUfQ/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-2236751245375951599?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2236751245375951599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=2236751245375951599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2236751245375951599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/2236751245375951599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-utah.html' title='Easter in Utah'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R_FbDeaoTrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XNXpoJHc7Io/s72-c/grandma+at+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6539473328495612707</id><published>2008-03-13T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:07:03.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have to apologize to Chris because I know some mornings I wake up super grumpy!  Like I did today.  I sometimes dread the thought of rolling out of bed for yet another day, knowing exactly what is going to happen, exactly when it will happen, and exactly how I will deal with it. I had a break down yesterday after being completely frustrated, claustrophobic (our apt is quite small) and just felt like nothing I did was working! I try to start dinner earlier and earlier, so it will be yummy and ready for when Chris gets home from school, I try to stay on top of the laundry, the dishes, the house, Coleman's messes, and keep myself done up (it feels better than pjs all day). Then, the rolls don't rise, the food burns, the dryer breaks, Coleman breaks our television, the bathroom floor is flooded yet again (because Coleman opens the shower curtain during my sane moment to shower) I don't have time for makeup, most of Coleman's breakfast, lunch and dinners end up on the floor, and then Coleman throws his sippy-cup on the floor, bursting it open, followed by grape juice staining everything! *Sigh* That's usually my day. Different day, different juice, but you get the drift.  Full of "No, no, Coleman."  "Don't climb on that."  "Let mommy go to the potty, close the door!"  We are usually walking on top of each other with only two small rooms and a small living space connected to the "kitchen."  And my sweet, little guy never loses patience with me!  Since the weather has been nicer (78' yesterday) I've been leaving the door open to our patio space for Coleman to roam around on. I swept it clean, put up two camping chairs, got out my flower pots, and put some of his toys out there. It's been nice! We also went with family, Kael, a cousin, and his mom to the Zoo yesterday and I could have stayed there all day! I probably enjoyed being out more than the boys! So, waking up today was tough..I grumbled after I heard Coleman waking up, didn't want to have morning prayer with Chris, but I forced myself, and then I turned over in bed and slept some more. Who knows how long Coleman was in his crib playing.  Can someone say "attitude adjustment!"  Yeah, I know I need one.  So, to make up for my sour spirits I packed up Coleman in the stroller and we walked 2.5 miles to the nearest park and played and played.  That is, after another morning of cleaning, wiping up the wet bathroom floor, saying "no" at least 100 times, cleaning Coleman's breakfast mess, and a load of laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6539473328495612707?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6539473328495612707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6539473328495612707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6539473328495612707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6539473328495612707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6626722570424998186</id><published>2008-03-10T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:16:23.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's one small bite for man, one giant apple for mankind."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XxUJsdZQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QTGIpLFoN3g/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176308675234325762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XxUJsdZQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QTGIpLFoN3g/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Coleman and I took our walk this evening, I sat him on the table to finish a phone conversation. I was holding on to him but not paying much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XybpsdZRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vlb-1fzpyf0/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176309903594972434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XybpsdZRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vlb-1fzpyf0/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hung up, I noticed "mister independent" munching on an apple! So I had to grab my camera because he has never done that. He usually doesn't eat them when I offer. Plus, he only has 6 little teeth so I couldn't believe he was munching away, let alone, knowing how to eat one whole. I asked, "What are you doing, silly boy?" He answered with offering me some of his apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XzWZsdZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2XgG35yYnS0/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310912912287010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XzWZsdZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2XgG35yYnS0/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got really camera shy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9X0HJsdZUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t5bC22gsRLU/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311750430909762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9X0HJsdZUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t5bC22gsRLU/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continued eating his apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know most of you are thinking this is no big deal, but I live a simple life, and he is my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6626722570424998186?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6626722570424998186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6626722570424998186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6626722570424998186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6626722570424998186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-one-small-bite-for-man-one-giant.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s one small bite for man, one giant apple for mankind.&quot;'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R9XxUJsdZQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QTGIpLFoN3g/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1706393776171346819</id><published>2008-03-07T20:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:55:27.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coleman's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w252.photobucket.com/albums/hh34/solarzeal/36463095.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i252.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh34/solarzeal/?action=view&amp;current=36463095.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/7699482728962880147-1706393776171346819?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1706393776171346819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1706393776171346819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1706393776171346819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1706393776171346819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/coleman-first-birthday.html' title='Coleman&amp;#39;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8337612374941306129</id><published>2008-03-06T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:11:34.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My sister is having a baby girl!  Yeeha!  I am excited to have a pretty princess in the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8337612374941306129?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8337612374941306129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8337612374941306129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8337612374941306129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8337612374941306129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl.html' title='GIRL!!!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1272085982427591073</id><published>2008-03-06T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:05:51.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heimlich Maneuver</title><content type='html'>To set the scene: Sunday started off as usual...got up, got myself ready for church, got Coleman ready, Chris got ready, we all were ready....and then headed to church. Sacrament meeting is first, so we found ourselves a little pew a few rows from the back and nestled in. Chris and I were both thinking this would be the one sunday of few interruptions by Coleman, and we might make it through sacrament without an outburst or injury from the Coleman-buddy. The sacrament bread had just passed our row and Coleman was acting very well, eating his little corn-puff-baby-food thingys. As he was on my lap I heard him screech a little bit, then sucked in air, but never breathed out. I flipped him around and his face was beet red and little tears were coming out of his eyes, but he wasn't breathing. I found myself freaking out with terror trying to give him the 'ol "adult" style Heimlich. Chris stood up and yelled "He's choking!!! He's choking!!!" Coleman was still not breathing and my feeble attempt to dislodge the cereal wasn't working. Then we heard from behind us, "Here, give him to me!!!" Gabe, a dentist in our ward was running up the isle, and like a ninja, grabbed Coleman, flung him upside down, face forward and popped him on the back with what seemed like one good karate chop! The cereal came flying out of his mouth, followed by vomit. He started crying hysterically! Chris and I both grabbed Coleman and ran out of the meeting. (The deacons had no idea what was going on and were still proceeding with the sacrament even though the bishop was signaling them to stop, funny boys). We sat in the foyer and thanked Gabe who came out with us. He joked about how he had just re-certified in CPR and other first aid a few days earlier. GOOD THING!!! In the panic of the moment I had completely forgotten about the infant heimlich maneuver! Countless members came into the foyer to check on us, and to assure us that there was nothing to be emberassed about, but we weren't about to go back into the meeting. We just had a normal, fussy, noisy, chasing Coleman everywhere, sunday! We love him and are happy to have those days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1272085982427591073?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1272085982427591073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1272085982427591073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1272085982427591073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1272085982427591073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/03/heimlich-maneuver.html' title='Heimlich Maneuver'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-8811422442678926172</id><published>2008-02-25T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:52:13.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OpBi2aJGI/AAAAAAAAADI/mbM38AYD38I/s1600-h/hillary08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171162641151435874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OpBi2aJGI/AAAAAAAAADI/mbM38AYD38I/s320/hillary08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OneS2aJEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yN931Pwv6Ik/s1600-h/hillary08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-8811422442678926172?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8811422442678926172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=8811422442678926172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8811422442678926172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/8811422442678926172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OpBi2aJGI/AAAAAAAAADI/mbM38AYD38I/s72-c/hillary08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1426090296129110440</id><published>2008-02-25T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:36:48.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music bridges the gaps</title><content type='html'>Before reading this, you might want to set the playlist to the Rachmaninov concerto. My resurrected interest in classical music has led me back to Rachmaninov. Some of you might be thinking "What?" or "Who?" I will explain. His somewhat raw, usually depressed, and use of every piano key sound could captivate anyone. Music that is free from tainted Brittney or "milk shakes" (that thing that brings all the boys to the yard) is hard to find these days. Does anyone agree? Since Chris and I are HUGE music fans we are always on the search for new artists, new talent, and fresh or endearing theory behind their lyrics and sound. Although most of Rach's concertos lack lyrics, they have a message. This is what was said of him..." Rachmaninov is regarded as one of the most influential pianists of the 20th century. He had legendary technical facilities and rhythmic drive, and his large hands were able to cover the interval of a &lt;a title="Interval (music)" href="http://www.classiccat.net/dictionary/interval.htm"&gt;thirteenth&lt;/a&gt; on the keyboard (a hand span of approximately twelve inches). His reputation as a composer generated a variety of opinions, before his music gained steady recognition across the world. The 1954 edition of &lt;a title="Grove's Dictionary of Music and Musicians" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grove%27s_Dictionary_of_Music_and_Musicians"&gt;Grove's Dictionary of Music and Musicians&lt;/a&gt; notoriously dismissed his music as "monotonous in texture ... consist[ing] mainly of artificial and gushing tunes ..." and predicted that his popular success was "not likely to last" (&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://www.arlindo-correia.com/041202.html" href="http://www.arlindo-correia.com/041202.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;). To this, &lt;a title="Harold C. Schonberg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_C._Schonberg"&gt;Harold C. Schonberg&lt;/a&gt;, in his Lives of the Great Composers, responded, "It is one of the most outrageously snobbish and even stupid statements ever to be found in a work that is supposed to be an objective reference." Indeed, not only have Rachmaninov's works become part of the standard repertoire, but their popularity among both musicians and audiences has, if anything, increased since the middle of the twentieth century, with some of his &lt;a title="Symphony" href="http://www.classiccat.net/genres/symphony.info.htm"&gt;symphonies&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a title="Orchestra" href="http://www.classiccat.net/iv/orchestra.info.htm"&gt;orchestral&lt;/a&gt; works, &lt;a title="Song" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Choral" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choral"&gt;choral&lt;/a&gt; music recognized as masterpieces alongside the more familiar piano works." I will say that his Prelude in C# Minor is almost never attempted because of it's physical demand. Playing it has been compared to shoveling ten tons of coal. It has more notes per second than any other concerto. Rachmaninov played it in New York in 1909 during a concert tour hoping to earn enough money to buy a car. Later, a boy named David Helfgott learned and played this concerto in 1969. The rest of the story about David is told in the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you haven't seen it...rent it, get a box of Kleenex and get ready for a mind blowing true story of David. It is depressing, and it is rated pg-13, but I wouldn't recommend the adult conversations and lack of "action" for anyone under 17, honestly...but wow, you will be amazed! Can music bridge the gaps? You'll have to see. But, I know there is not an ounce of fabricated sound or talent when dealing with classical music. Long live the Fine Arts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-1426090296129110440?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1426090296129110440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1426090296129110440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1426090296129110440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1426090296129110440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-bridges-gaps.html' title='Music bridges the gaps'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-596929311361231954</id><published>2008-02-25T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:59:44.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OOhC2aJAI/AAAAAAAAABY/PmVejQaZMkQ/s1600-h/Goelz2008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171133495503365122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OOhC2aJAI/AAAAAAAAABY/PmVejQaZMkQ/s320/Goelz2008+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OODS2aI_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mzkcpIMOz2w/s1600-h/Goelz2008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In February Coleman turned one!  We decided it was time to finally get a family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-596929311361231954?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/596929311361231954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=596929311361231954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/596929311361231954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/596929311361231954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-february-coleman-turned-one-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/R8OOhC2aJAI/AAAAAAAAABY/PmVejQaZMkQ/s72-c/Goelz2008+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7766627028223068129</id><published>2008-01-30T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:21:18.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;To wrap up 2007 - Coleman finally started crawling, but that didn't last long. He was on the go at 9 1/2 months with trying to walk and scooting around furniture. By 10 months he was off to the races. He does not want to be held because that means he can't move and play. He will be turning the big 1 year on Feb 14th. We are still in Norman, Oklahoma and are enjoying the Goelz family and our ward. Chris is applying to Dental school soon, so cross your fingers for him. He rocked the DAT, by the way. We had Thanksgiving at JB and Simone's this year, and it was awesome to see everyone. Lacey missed her Grandma Cook's Thanksgiving for the second time in 26 years...wow! But, the food was amazing, thanks to the Goelz family, and so was the company. We were able to go to Utah for Christmas/New Year with Lacey's family. They LOVE seeing Coleman and can't get enough of him. We love playing and passing time with her brothers, sister, and cousins. Coleman had a fun, first Christmas, but if we put all the pictures up on the slide show you'd be busy for days. You will have to see Lacey's scrapbooks to get a full account of the fun happenings in 2007. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-7766627028223068129?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7766627028223068129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7766627028223068129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7766627028223068129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7766627028223068129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/01/coleman-finally-started-crawling-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-7064498376290039617</id><published>2008-01-29T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:03:12.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Up 2007, Goelz Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752330385201&amp;amp;site=widget-31.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752330385201&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p1/576460752330385201/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752330385201&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p2/576460752330385201/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/7699482728962880147-7064498376290039617?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7064498376290039617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=7064498376290039617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7064498376290039617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/7064498376290039617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-slide-show_29.html' title='Wrapping Up 2007, Goelz Style!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-1029346497555857708</id><published>2007-11-14T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:04:14.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE TOOFERS!!!  CHECK THEM OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752328615500&amp;amp;site=widget-4c.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752328615500&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p1/576460752328615500/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752328615500&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p2/576460752328615500/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/7699482728962880147-1029346497555857708?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1029346497555857708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=1029346497555857708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1029346497555857708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/1029346497555857708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='I HAVE TOOFERS!!!  CHECK THEM OUT!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-6587843450185156002</id><published>2007-11-01T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:47:22.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coleman's First Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic40.picturetrail.com/VOL274/10118401/flicks/1/2690489&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/2690489" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="460" height="350" name="zoom_and_fade" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:350px;width:460px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqqHYB-yDii7XTdCCpadD4bh0at7yffkFwUNIhQdo7F4s24xtwIitgV6nafwAymv5dZfLwBpUIFNJg6lz2kqwqbS.tif" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-6587843450185156002?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6587843450185156002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=6587843450185156002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6587843450185156002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/6587843450185156002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2007/11/colemans-first-halloween.html' title='Coleman&apos;s First Halloween'/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-78064252861044501</id><published>2007-10-31T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:33:28.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My name is Coleman.  I love to play in the pool, to drool, to spit up on dad, and bang on everything with my toys.  I love making noise!  I am eight months old and I am almost walking.  If I can't stand up and cruise around the furniture I get ornery.  I love hanging on my mom and dad's legs, especially when they are trying to walk.  I get at least one goose egg on my head each week because I can't sit still.  I have to be on the move.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699482728962880147-78064252861044501?l=christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/feeds/78064252861044501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699482728962880147&amp;postID=78064252861044501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/78064252861044501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699482728962880147/posts/default/78064252861044501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christopherlaceygoelz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-name-is-coleman.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xwC0XZThyQ/Sa4IvZwSHGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u59RiURBihs/S220/sledding1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699482728962880147.post-2378544553270138137</id><published>2007-10-31T09:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:34:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coleman Buddy during his first summer in OK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; 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