<?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-2377946978823842860</id><updated>2011-12-09T14:16:50.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up with our fam!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-8406218725759036905</id><published>2011-12-09T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:16:50.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>As we prepare for this holiday season, it has become overwhelmingly evident to me each day I am on this earth just how much we are loved by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwwyXK0qPXI/TuKGvFmvCqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PivWh5tXZ7Y/s1600/DSCN1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwwyXK0qPXI/TuKGvFmvCqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PivWh5tXZ7Y/s320/DSCN1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684253823211604642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been given such a wonderful gift to be a mother to two precious boys.  I cannot explain the love I have for these kids.  I know they aren't mine; I am just their earthly mother.  Put here to guide them in their journey through life and doing my best to show them God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twMGbwwPmjg/TuKGvoov18I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qjRiOk-wSEA/s1600/DSCN1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twMGbwwPmjg/TuKGvoov18I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qjRiOk-wSEA/s320/DSCN1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684253832615286722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I spend with them, the more I reflect the sacrifice made when Jesus was sent to die for us.  God send His ONLY son here to be beat, ridiculed, tortured, and put to death.  For my sins.  Thank you Lord.  I am not worthy of this sacrifice, but I suppose that is what GRACE is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_z26_KdbKU/TuKGv6H2lFI/AAAAAAAAALA/XZo0lJ_v5LQ/s1600/IMG_2658.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/-A_z26_KdbKU/TuKGv6H2lFI/AAAAAAAAALA/XZo0lJ_v5LQ/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684253837309154386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while there are days when I tire of the tantrums, the boogers, the discipline... I cannot thank God for such a gift.  To think I will spend eternity feeling everlasting joy and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am thinking about CHRISTmas.  Thinking about the birth of God's son and the ultimate sacrifice made for a wretch like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-8406218725759036905?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/8406218725759036905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=8406218725759036905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8406218725759036905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8406218725759036905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTmas'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwwyXK0qPXI/TuKGvFmvCqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PivWh5tXZ7Y/s72-c/DSCN1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-2958819005237456926</id><published>2011-02-11T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:51:58.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming forecast...</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong for me to be overjoyed to see rain in my weather widget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVV2m0gugBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZO3857ha0zU/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B9.47.37%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVV2m0gugBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZO3857ha0zU/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B9.47.37%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572490523243872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends in the midwest or east would be rolling their eyes right now.  70's and I am complaining.  This has to be one of the mildest winters I remember... aside from that week or two where it rained non-stop.  Sunny, clear skies have been the norm, and to be honest, I kind of miss having something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping our weather people don't mess up Wednesday!  (As long as it isn't Tuesday when we are planning to move!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-2958819005237456926?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/2958819005237456926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=2958819005237456926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2958819005237456926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2958819005237456926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2011/02/upcoming-forecast.html' title='Upcoming forecast...'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVV2m0gugBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZO3857ha0zU/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B9.47.37%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-8116722716904025672</id><published>2011-02-10T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:57:49.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail</title><content type='html'>Ok.  What happened?  I don't know if I attribute my lack of blogging to  lack of interest or lack of feedback, but maybe I will try to pick it up  again.  &lt;a href="http://moogie39.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile.html?showComment=1297384698385#c5780429133838287646"&gt;Brenda&lt;/a&gt; will be my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what has been going on lately?  Same old stuff.  Struggling to pay the  bills, struggling to have time to connect, struggling to parent.  The  search for a better life, the search for a better career... it never  ends, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been up to date in my life, I will do  a brief catch-up.  I work at home.  It is a love hate relationship.   When I am not watching the kids, I am working.  I feel like I never have  a time to just relax, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  I love  being at home with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has explored different career  opportunities, but keeps coming back to Gamestop.  It isn't a bad thing I  guess.  His boss loves him, he is now a Store Manager, and is looking  forward to opportunities there.  Today we came back to schooling.  He  still has 4 months of the GI Bill left (8 months part time) and when  that goes, he has 12 months of the Post 9/11 Bill.  He has his  Associates, but I think he could get his Bachelors and be even more  non-disposable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are great.  Sam is 3, Ben is 14 months.   Today I gave Ben his first haircut.  He was getting a bit of a tail in the back... After the debacle with Sam (I  basically buzzed his head), I decided not to go too short.  Hope you are  all having a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF0yg0aJfzo/TVSI67eUUvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLlRVFT7vzg/s1600/DSCN0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF0yg0aJfzo/TVSI67eUUvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLlRVFT7vzg/s320/DSCN0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229184942789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI7PCd6RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/63VGM8UG22A/s1600/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI7PCd6RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/63VGM8UG22A/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229190194686226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI7SHatfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lpb5pNfepi8/s1600/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI7SHatfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lpb5pNfepi8/s320/DSCN0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229191020754418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI7PCd6RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/63VGM8UG22A/s1600/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI73IBn8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nNWIG7ICJv4/s1600/DSCN0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/TVSI73IBn8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nNWIG7ICJv4/s320/DSCN0687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229200955416514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-8116722716904025672?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/8116722716904025672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=8116722716904025672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8116722716904025672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8116722716904025672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-fail.html' title='I fail'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF0yg0aJfzo/TVSI67eUUvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLlRVFT7vzg/s72-c/DSCN0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-2605610828829053006</id><published>2009-05-05T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:59:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One... ttoooooo... trreeeeee...</title><content type='html'>Ok so admittedly it has been a while.  Life is busy, not much new.  I will make a better attempt.  With &lt;a href="www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; though, it is so much easier to spread news and day to day happenings.  I will save some gems for my blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little snapshot of what we are working on with Sam.  Mind you, he misses one and four, but I think it is pretty good for 21 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-694d1e52d93923ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D694d1e52d93923ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68C01D97397D78F21B9FDE9D7D29BB426803A3B0.289080B05CD0E4B0A8DF309794531701F1D8C1EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D694d1e52d93923ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR7dTMNm0cXQZeo1c86tDrGYgqsw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D694d1e52d93923ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68C01D97397D78F21B9FDE9D7D29BB426803A3B0.289080B05CD0E4B0A8DF309794531701F1D8C1EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D694d1e52d93923ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR7dTMNm0cXQZeo1c86tDrGYgqsw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-2605610828829053006?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=694d1e52d93923ea&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/2605610828829053006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=2605610828829053006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2605610828829053006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2605610828829053006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-ttoooooo-trreeeeee.html' title='One... ttoooooo... trreeeeee...'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-2650912119122031655</id><published>2009-03-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:46:32.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is better with the topping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sc7JyKHkZUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zpYNrfCyuh8/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sc7JyKHkZUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zpYNrfCyuh8/s320/DSC01941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318410073517876546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has recently discovered the "extras" in life.  The toppings on the ice cream instead of the ice cream, the whipped cream on the strawberry shortcake, and within the last week, ketchup.  I remember my sister's kids going through the whole "dip" stage.  I don't really know if Ryan has gotten passed it to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sam has decided to love dip.  In fact, he has done the whole dip and lick without eating the actual food item.  While throwing dinner on the table trying to get ready to work, I zapped some corn dog bites in the microwave (aka emergency dinner/ too lazy or tired to cook dinner), and put them in front of Sam.  As soon as he saw the ketchup bottle coming I got the mmMMMMmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see him experience all the extras there are in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-2650912119122031655?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/2650912119122031655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=2650912119122031655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2650912119122031655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2650912119122031655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-better-with-topping.html' title='Everything is better with the topping.'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sc7JyKHkZUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zpYNrfCyuh8/s72-c/DSC01941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-548946230162772625</id><published>2009-03-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:22:46.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SbfyBiJhzEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hjRt8Fjv2Pw/s1600-h/flautas_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SbfyBiJhzEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hjRt8Fjv2Pw/s320/flautas_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311980393667349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here, working, eating chips and salsa, I am reminiscent of my favorite Mexican restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.chilepeppersrestaurant.com/index.php"&gt;Chile Peppers&lt;/a&gt;.  I love Chile Peppers.  For those of you who are familiar with my restaurant know that it has recently changed hands.  I have been there since, and I was a little disappointed.  But right now it is closed for remodeling, so we will see what is going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say my favorite Mexican food is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flautas&lt;/span&gt;.  In case you are also not familiar with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flauta&lt;/span&gt;, it is basically a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taquito&lt;/span&gt;, but made with a flour tortilla instead of corn.  I love chicken and cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flautas&lt;/span&gt;.  They are the best.  Now that I am thinking and blogging about it, I REALLY want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any favorite dishes or restaurants?  I would love to hear about them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-548946230162772625?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/548946230162772625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=548946230162772625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/548946230162772625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/548946230162772625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-mexican-food.html' title='I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SbfyBiJhzEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hjRt8Fjv2Pw/s72-c/flautas_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3949744525561177341</id><published>2009-03-03T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:03:16.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sa22_cVeKyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9o3vTd-MgfU/s1600-h/the-bachelor-jason-and-molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sa22_cVeKyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9o3vTd-MgfU/s320/the-bachelor-jason-and-molly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309100736793946914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so admittedly I got interested in this season.  I don't usually watch &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index?pn=index"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/a&gt; series, but this time the bachelor was a single dad, and I am a sucker for anything having to do with kids.  Along the way my favorites were sent home, Stephanie then Jillian, but when it came down to Melissa and Molly, I must admit I was pulling for Molly.  As the final episode went on, I could sympathize with Jason's pick.  Melissa seemed like she could be a stay at home mom to Ty;  Molly was the one with a real career.  But I just didn't like Melissa.  She was so immature, too cutesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he picked Melissa at the end, I felt bad for Molly, but understood Jason's pick.  On the After The Rose episode though, it was incredible that he, in so many words, changed his mind.  Most people are totally outraged at this.  I say, who cares?!  Jason obviously found out with more time that he and Melissa were never going to make it.  Here's to another shot at happiness for Jason.  I sincerely hope it works out, though the stats on past couples are not good.  Oh, and don't bug me tonight at 10;  I will be watching part 2 of After The Rose.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-3949744525561177341?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3949744525561177341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3949744525561177341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3949744525561177341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3949744525561177341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/Sa22_cVeKyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9o3vTd-MgfU/s72-c/the-bachelor-jason-and-molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3874504083472525710</id><published>2009-02-12T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:54:07.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a tub tub, Sam in the tub</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist posting this video.  It just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-310106c7c8467b1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D310106c7c8467b1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F0BA4905D15F54F790BDE96BFE575D1FD7A191.2BD8FBB458D665B09C3360673D8FFF16677806EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D310106c7c8467b1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLUlmHR3G1UGds8vA321HXudDr7A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D310106c7c8467b1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F0BA4905D15F54F790BDE96BFE575D1FD7A191.2BD8FBB458D665B09C3360673D8FFF16677806EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D310106c7c8467b1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLUlmHR3G1UGds8vA321HXudDr7A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-3874504083472525710?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=310106c7c8467b1e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3874504083472525710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3874504083472525710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3874504083472525710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3874504083472525710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/02/rub-tub-tub-sam-in-tub.html' title='Rub a tub tub, Sam in the tub'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-5568368876861537004</id><published>2009-02-11T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:53:37.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Sign?</title><content type='html'>As promised, I took some pictures of Sam signing.  Now, my mother-in-law says she tells people that Sam knows some sign language and they ask if he is deaf.  No.  He hears quite fine.  He is a little slow to speak though, so we have taken steps to teach him some of the most basic signs.  Here were some we were able to catch on camera before bed tonight.  Under Sam's sign, I went ahead and got the expert picture so you could compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign is milk, shown by clenching and opening your hand.  It was probably the easiest to teach, for obvious reasons.  We were a little hesistant to get this picture as we just stopped giving him milk before bed.  I risked it though, and he was fine without his liquid gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO07ZggpLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fdOhTrlTw74/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO07ZggpLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fdOhTrlTw74/s320/DSC01767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301780118897730738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FDlONlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ot-71a0zA8I/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FDlONlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ot-71a0zA8I/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781384322233938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most recent sign he has learned is car.  Car is signed like you are driving a steering wheel.  Sam absolutely loves toy cars.  He picked them up from his cousins who have a million matchbox cars at their house.  He leaves with one each time he visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO07DkTMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Of6T-vI_Pyk/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO07DkTMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Of6T-vI_Pyk/s320/DSC01765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301780113008046482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FGHk4VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7CwCrKrf5Vw/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FGHk4VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7CwCrKrf5Vw/s320/images-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781385003196754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All done or finished would be the next sign.  Basically you hold up your hands and twist them at the wrist.  Good for him to let us know when to stop trying to shove things in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0ls-o5vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qx8SHEMdCmY/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0ls-o5vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qx8SHEMdCmY/s320/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301779746167252722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2Lfc7CXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HX-a_IYAxwQ/s1600-h/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2Lfc7CXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HX-a_IYAxwQ/s320/images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781494882830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another easy sign to teach was please.  Please is rubbing your hand in a circle on your chest.  We would withhold things he wanted until he signed it.  Easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lWC_W7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fyn0dPh8dvE/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lWC_W7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fyn0dPh8dvE/s320/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301779740011486130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2E9-dZCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yBa-qLwxJac/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2E9-dZCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yBa-qLwxJac/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781382817473570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so water, this next sign, is not quite like how it is supposed to look, but hey, he is 18 months.  Water is a little harder.  You take your three middle fingers and tap them on your chin.  Sam just takes his whole hand and hits his mouth.  We get the picture that he is thirsty.  We have tried to teach juice, but basically anything besides milk is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lCS4yXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G01rjfiLtvQ/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lCS4yXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G01rjfiLtvQ/s320/DSC01759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301779734709455218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2Ln5zSuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rpdJdNldC-k/s1600-h/images-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2Ln5zSuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rpdJdNldC-k/s320/images-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781497151441634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another recent sign learned (and definitely the most challenging) was thank you.  Touch your hand to your chin and then point it out.  How do you teach something when all collateral you need for the lesson is gone?  But he has learned it, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lKYWMAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gTWs1GG24JA/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0lKYWMAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gTWs1GG24JA/s320/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301779736879837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FJX_-_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mnhawDWEtuI/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FJX_-_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mnhawDWEtuI/s320/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781385877388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another very useful sign is more.  Tap your fingertips together.  More milk, more food, more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0kSuS_SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EHAj2MjXWkM/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO0kSuS_SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EHAj2MjXWkM/s320/DSC01753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301779721939516706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FFNA12I/AAAAAAAAAII/JMUKl0TutJQ/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO2FFNA12I/AAAAAAAAAII/JMUKl0TutJQ/s320/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781384757565282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also knows food as of late, but I forgot to get him to sign that for the camera.  I hope you have enjoyed the many signs of Sam.  Learn them in case you come in contact with him and he starts smacking his mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-5568368876861537004?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/5568368876861537004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=5568368876861537004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5568368876861537004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5568368876861537004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-sign.html' title='What&apos;s Your Sign?'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SZO07ZggpLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fdOhTrlTw74/s72-c/DSC01767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3031444552960686025</id><published>2009-02-04T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:59:47.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many adventures of eating...</title><content type='html'>I know I have been slacking lately on the blogging.  Matt and I moved on the 7th of last month, so we have been busy getting ourself put together here.  It feels so nice to be in a place again with all of our stuff.  Opening boxes that have been put away for 6 months is like Christmas.  You forget what you had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic here.  Sam is getting to the age where he likes to do stuff on his own.  From climbing on things to feeding himself, it is fun to see where it gets him, except when it gets him into trouble; like times he ends up on top of the kitchen table.  But mealtime has been interesting.  No longer does he want us helping him out.  Nope.  Some things are relatively easy for him to do: ravioli, fruit, bite size sandwiches, etc.  But there are just some things you have to stay way from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomN1sYAiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9e7ZwIApo5Y/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomN1sYAiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9e7ZwIApo5Y/s320/DSC01689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089930748166690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you would think spaghetti would not be too bad.  But the problem here was we decided to put a little sauce on it so they wouldn't all stick together.  Yeah, mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOLh-X8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n77GyERw4IU/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOLh-X8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n77GyERw4IU/s320/DSC01690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089936610123714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My suggestion to mothers with this stage coming up: Farfalle pasta.  Commonly known as bow-tie pasta, it is finger friendly and does not stick, well, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item which was in storage was the high chair.  My mom had one at her house, so there was no point in having two of them.  He is getting too big for it.  Friday we are going to pick up a booster seat that attaches to chairs for him.   Because this is just NOT safe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOI6NBiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Xn_THIb90vA/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOI6NBiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Xn_THIb90vA/s320/DSC01697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089935906440738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, it makes it pretty evident that he is hungry.  After getting him in, he is super happy and ready to munch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOZHrRgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wVxKAdclwtQ/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOZHrRgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wVxKAdclwtQ/s320/DSC01701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089940257916418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a cute smile!  I love it.  He is not quite talking yet, but he has some sounds we know he associates with stuff.  Dogu (doogy) Kuh (Car) KuKu (cookie) and MMhmmhmm! (self explanatory).  He signs a lot... I should get some pictures of that.  He knows milk, water, please, more, food, car, shoes.  He almost has thank you.  (That one is pretty hard.)  Well, he definitely knows his sweets.  Back to subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOt0wsqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Oc8dhzv9LlA/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomOt0wsqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Oc8dhzv9LlA/s320/DSC01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089945815724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He just loves it when I bake.  Here he was with Matt enjoying a cupcake (also called kuku).  He still only has the 4 teeth.  It just amazes me.  I keep looking for more, but to no avail.  Makes for a cute smile.  This one is a little blurry, but it was a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYopsb94xvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WCmAF6ECX9E/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYopsb94xvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WCmAF6ECX9E/s320/DSC01710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299093754953123570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, hopefully it will not take me over a month for the next blog.  Things have been crazy, but are settling down a bit.  I guess the life of "MOM" will never slow down!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-3031444552960686025?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3031444552960686025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3031444552960686025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3031444552960686025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3031444552960686025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-adventures-of-eating.html' title='The many adventures of eating...'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SYomN1sYAiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9e7ZwIApo5Y/s72-c/DSC01689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-783322864872613227</id><published>2008-12-29T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:19:42.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for family :)</title><content type='html'>So many of you know that Matt, Sam, and I have been staying with my mom.  We had originally moved in because we did not want to renew our lease at our old apartment since we thought we may have been moving out of state for a few months.  We were interested in going month to month, but they were going to charge about $1899.  Talk about highway robbery.  So, we moved in with my mom until we found out something concrete about Matt's job.  We still haven't, but we are now at the point where we are comfortable signing a lease with a modest apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, Andy Bales of the &lt;a href="http://www.urm.org/"&gt;Union Rescue Mission&lt;/a&gt; came to give a report to our &lt;a href="http://foothillchurch.net/FoothillCHURCH-Home.html"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.  I was so convicted by some of the stories of people who had ended up on the street and had found hope in the URM.   I turned to my mom and thanked her, telling her I don't know where Matt, Sam, and I would be without her.  After church, we went over to Angela's house, and I thought about how lucky I was to live near family and to have the support and guidance they give.  Here are some pics of the afternoon at her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom holding Lauren and Sam and Ryan and Aidan with their helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms20yGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mndOez4vPM4/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms20yGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mndOez4vPM4/s320/DSC01576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445695577696738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela makes sure that Sam does not push the truck into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3i1muAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/y0Nldj7UzvE/s1600-h/DSC01590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3i1muAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/y0Nldj7UzvE/s320/DSC01590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445707940411394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a tree to hang a swing on, but Auntie's house will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms32rKlGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DA59bDI9F94/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms32rKlGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DA59bDI9F94/s320/DSC01595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445713265333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Ryan saw Sam, of course he wanted to join in the fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVmtG5tsUMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hqqvp-dpzxY/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVmtG5tsUMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hqqvp-dpzxY/s320/DSC01596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445971779276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So they enjoyed it together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3QEBcrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DYoX6HsWrYs/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3QEBcrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DYoX6HsWrYs/s320/DSC01586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445702900609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam did the only thing he knew what to do with the skateboards Ryan and Aidan got for Christmas: pushed  it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3CD2JvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fufPzhNguRE/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms3CD2JvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fufPzhNguRE/s320/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445699141773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is good news in all of this though.  We found an affordable apartment in Walnut we are set to move into on January 7th.  We did have a deposit on one set to move in December 26th, but the people decided they were not leaving.  Is that even legal?  We are finally getting back on track as a family and Matt and I can't wait to get all of our stuff out of storage.  He has forgotten what our drinking glasses look like and we really want our winter clothes we put there.  :)  If you want our new address, email me and I will get it to you.  Hopefully we can stay in this place for more than a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-783322864872613227?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/783322864872613227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=783322864872613227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/783322864872613227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/783322864872613227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-goodness-for-family.html' title='Thank goodness for family :)'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SVms20yGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mndOez4vPM4/s72-c/DSC01576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-7688980903910858776</id><published>2008-12-19T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:44:15.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do all day?</title><content type='html'>My sister sent me this email.  At the beginning I was laughing and at the end I was saying "Hallelujah!"  Basically, the article is a lady asking what her friend with kids does all day.  If you or someone you know has kids, you will appreciate (and maybe even learn) what we do all day.  BTW, it is NOT watching soaps and relaxing on the couch.  Sorry about the fuzziness.  I don't have time to sit at home and try to format this correctly.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUx2h24-wFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aslTk7ja6Ns/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 472px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUx2h24-wFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aslTk7ja6Ns/s320/SafeRedirect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281726787041017938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-7688980903910858776?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/7688980903910858776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=7688980903910858776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/7688980903910858776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/7688980903910858776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-i-do-all-day.html' title='What do I do all day?'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUx2h24-wFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aslTk7ja6Ns/s72-c/SafeRedirect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-5913149266646691242</id><published>2008-12-10T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:26:50.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing or Working?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUBAciYiGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R2F4AN5GXTI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUBAciYiGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R2F4AN5GXTI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289622288439970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sit here watching Sam, I still cannot believe where Matt is.  Monday he started a new part time job he got through a friend.  If you can believe it, some company is paying Matt to test out video games.  Now, I find this highly annoying.  Admittedly the pay is low ($9/hr), but seriously?  SERIOUSLY?!  Not that my part time job is horrendous or difficult, really quite the contrary, but I wish I could find a job where I could... say... walk.  I love to go out walking.  I also thought, "Ok, this is going to be good.  Now after playing a game 8 hours there is NO WAY that he will come home and head for his XBox as soon as Sam is asleep."  Wrong again.  Monday he couldn't wait to plug it in since he had been playing (yes, I did say playing) PSP all day.   Sigh. &lt;sigh&gt;  At least he is doing something he loves and is getting paid for it.  Isn't that the whole purpose?  Well, I on the other hand, have got to change a poopy diaper.  (grumbles)  &lt;grumbles&gt;&lt;/grumbles&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-5913149266646691242?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/5913149266646691242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=5913149266646691242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5913149266646691242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5913149266646691242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-or-working.html' title='Playing or Working?'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SUBAciYiGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R2F4AN5GXTI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-5454220896877280511</id><published>2008-12-04T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:12:56.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Outside!</title><content type='html'>So Sam has figured out that if he grabs your hand, he can basically lead you (or pull you) wherever he wants to go. Well, it seems the only place he wants to go is out the front door. It is pretty annoying because a) the weather has been getting cooler b) Sam is getting quicker c) Sam is getting more brazen d)  outside requires a jacket and shoes e) Sam knows no time of day.  But how can you resist when your little boy wants to go outside and explore?  You can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday he picked a good time to grab my hand and I had time to grab my camera.  Here he is on the way out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjaifVAtnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6TIQx6tPAnI/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjaifVAtnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6TIQx6tPAnI/s320/DSC01360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276207249524569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what he was looking at here, but I loved the lips.  He has started to say "wow" not really knowing what it is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjaj0HwcqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/swwGWh8Bc1o/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjaj0HwcqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/swwGWh8Bc1o/s320/DSC01392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276207272285991586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying desperately to get this with him looking at the camera.  It WOULD have been a perfect Christmas card with the red and green leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjajqM6aXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VQicRGZ3jso/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjajqM6aXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VQicRGZ3jso/s320/DSC01369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276207269623261554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so Sam of course finds the only thing that could get him into trouble:  mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjajI4i4eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eBP7WljKaVI/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjajI4i4eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eBP7WljKaVI/s320/DSC01367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276207260679463394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a nice day, and it is always sad when we can't go outside, especially for Sam.  Pull your fingers away from his hand, and you get a face similar to that shown here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjfe1iAq9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4W7qUKBFYDo/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjfe1iAq9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4W7qUKBFYDo/s320/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276212684323335122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, you gotta love these times.  I know I will miss it when he no longer wants to hold mommy's hand and take her with him... so for now, I will savor every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-5454220896877280511?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/5454220896877280511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=5454220896877280511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5454220896877280511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5454220896877280511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-go-outside.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Outside!'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/STjaifVAtnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6TIQx6tPAnI/s72-c/DSC01360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-8404074378568305410</id><published>2008-11-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:53:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven years and counting...</title><content type='html'>Well, we finally made it to year seven.  :)  It seems like yesterday when Matt and I were married in that little church in Rancho Palos Verdes, but at the same time, it seems so long ago.  We have come so far, so much has happened, and we have a family finally.  I must say, at least on my side, that I am as happy as ever.  We are going through tough times right now, but there is no one I would rather have struggling with me at my side.  We had a very nice Anniversary.  We spent most of the time just hanging out with each other.  Tonight we got a sitter (aka Grandma) and had a nice dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.bucadibeppo.com/"&gt;Bucca di Beppo&lt;/a&gt;.  Great restaurant... sigh.  If you ever go, the green beans are a must.  Seven down... many more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SRkdGzbQfzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SElCxEToa2c/s1600-h/l_2c9e3d63e036a9104c9d70b964bc28f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SRkdGzbQfzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SElCxEToa2c/s320/l_2c9e3d63e036a9104c9d70b964bc28f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267273241907461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-8404074378568305410?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/8404074378568305410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=8404074378568305410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8404074378568305410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/8404074378568305410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/11/seven-years-and-counting.html' title='Seven years and counting...'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SRkdGzbQfzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SElCxEToa2c/s72-c/l_2c9e3d63e036a9104c9d70b964bc28f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3598421842772056450</id><published>2008-11-02T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:10:28.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Hands</title><content type='html'>Ok so I came upon this video by accident.  I was working late into the night, as usual, and I really needed some music.  This is when I turn to Youtube due to a lack of music on the computer.  (Don't ask, about 3 months ago I wiped my lappy clean)  So listening to Casting Crowns, I saw this video and knew I had to share because I thought it was so cool.  Kudos to&lt;span&gt; the Oslo UPC Youth Group for a cool presentation.  &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-3598421842772056450?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3598421842772056450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3598421842772056450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3598421842772056450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3598421842772056450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/11/religious-hands.html' title='Religious Hands'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-5358015170398832733</id><published>2008-10-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:58:54.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a thriller!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SQP2FuwuOLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-oDQa_RPMt0/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SQP2FuwuOLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-oDQa_RPMt0/s320/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261319368011036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found it interesting to hear that they are celebrating the 25th anniversary of "Thriller."  They had a huge event worldwide to try and break the record of people simultaneously dancing the thriller dance.  So secretly, I have always wanted to learn how to do this, especially after seeing the movie 13 Going On 30.  So tonight, I downloaded a three step tutorial learning how to dance the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8"&gt;thriller dance&lt;/a&gt;.  I would link the one I did, but the owner states on their website they want permission that I really don't feel like going through the hassle of getting.  Just google it, you will find some.  So check in on me and see how it is going!  BTW, like the pumpkins??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-5358015170398832733?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/5358015170398832733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=5358015170398832733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5358015170398832733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5358015170398832733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-thriller.html' title='What a thriller!'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SQP2FuwuOLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-oDQa_RPMt0/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-2092248886800800333</id><published>2008-10-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:07:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'lil pumpkin!</title><content type='html'>Today we had the pleasure of going to the &lt;a href="http://www.csupomona.edu/%7Eagri/news/pumpkin.shtml"&gt;Cal-Poly Pomona's Annual Pumpkin Festival&lt;/a&gt; with my mom and my sister and her family.  It has kinda turned into a family tradition almost.  We had such a good time, as usual.  There were so many pumpkins, but none compared to my little pumpkin Sam.  We took Sam last year when he was just a little baby, but now he is my little boy and was stumbling around the patch.  It is so hard to get Sam to look at the camera, but what can I expect?  I am just not a professional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this stack of pumpkins and knew it would be a great spot to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYW8vfo9I/AAAAAAAAADI/BSUZSAAeh4A/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYW8vfo9I/AAAAAAAAADI/BSUZSAAeh4A/s320/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753403682530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam was bewildered by the surroundings.  He got some use out of some Shaq tennis shoes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXWcnLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S1WbX26MVvQ/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXWcnLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S1WbX26MVvQ/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753410582654562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to right:  Aidan (22 months) Sam (14 months) Lauren (2.5 months) and Ryan (3 years).  What a good looking crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXdX7YrI/AAAAAAAAADY/b0lKWWO35PI/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXdX7YrI/AAAAAAAAADY/b0lKWWO35PI/s320/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753412442055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I in the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXh1Q4eI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZVPk3FJ6Kds/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYXh1Q4eI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZVPk3FJ6Kds/s320/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753413638840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a nice day.  A little hotter than I expected, but we survived.  I look forward to carving them with Matt and Sam, except for the mess that I have to clean up afterwards!  Here's looking forward to a great Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-2092248886800800333?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/2092248886800800333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=2092248886800800333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2092248886800800333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/2092248886800800333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lil-pumpkin.html' title='My &apos;lil pumpkin!'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SPrYW8vfo9I/AAAAAAAAADI/BSUZSAAeh4A/s72-c/DSC01168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-4027418956009749076</id><published>2008-10-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:13:06.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many jobs can he apply to?!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you are aware of Matt's job situation.  Let me just say it is crazy.  He went to school to be an Air Traffic Controller, got his 2 year degree, was hired, sent to Oklahoma to train, sent to LAX (due to confusion of his experience in the Navy), could not pass Clearance and Delivery, and resigned so he could reapply.  He is still in the re-application process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is taking so long, he has now applied for the CHP.  He has made it past the written test, physical ability test and vision test.  This makes me a little uneasy, not only because being a cop can be dangerous, but also because the CHP academy is in Sacramento for six months.  But the pay is good, and that is a major necessity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, Matt has taken a job selling Nissans, which I thought would be better than Assistant Manager pay at GameStop (it is, but not by much), but the way the economy is going, people are not buying a lot of cars.  At least his pay is not strictly commission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep our family in your prayers.  We would love to become a normal functioning family in a normal family and financial situation, but life sometimes throws curves.  You have to make lemonade with those lemons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-4027418956009749076?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/4027418956009749076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=4027418956009749076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/4027418956009749076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/4027418956009749076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many-jobs-can-he-apply-to.html' title='How many jobs can he apply to?!'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-6351867573783249168</id><published>2008-09-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:33:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of firsts and one repeat.</title><content type='html'>So in case you didn't know, recently it was my birthday.   As I am sure most of you do, I received some cash.  Usually I am totally money conscious and I apply it toward bills and what not.  But this year, I really wanted to do something fun with my money.  After hohuming about a couple of different options (A day at Catalina, a short weekend trip away with the men in my life) I decided on the gift that will last throughout the year.  Tuesday the 23rd Sam experienced Disneyland for the first time.  We had such a good time, but note to parents, 14 month year olds are still too young for Peter Pan and really any ride that is kinda dark on the inside.  He did okay on the Storybook Land tour and the Ferris Wheel at California Adventure, but beyond that, it was a tough time for Sam.  But he enjoyed Pluto!   ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOArJsqPKMI/AAAAAAAAACg/TppsuGH48kM/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOArJsqPKMI/AAAAAAAAACg/TppsuGH48kM/s320/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251244611121129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another first we experienced is below.  I decided it was time for Sam to get a haircut.  I thought about this one too and though I wanted a wonderful memory in a cute little shop somewhere, I thought it would be less traumatic if I did it myself.  Sam was such a good boy.  The only thing I might have done differently is to have done a number 3 instead of a number 1.  I am getting "chemo baby" comments from the fam.  Here is the before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIGQpEaI/AAAAAAAAACo/9vi8VXwTwwY/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIGQpEaI/AAAAAAAAACo/9vi8VXwTwwY/s320/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251245683144987042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIK4TYGI/AAAAAAAAACw/uiUhPq01lek/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIK4TYGI/AAAAAAAAACw/uiUhPq01lek/s320/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251245684385079394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night we had the opportunity to go to the LA County Fair.  Now, as I stated in the title of this blog, this is not Sam's first time at the fair.  We got to go last year when Sam was 2 months old.  Daddy and son got this cute little picture together.  Quite funny if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAu0bXnJFI/AAAAAAAAADA/0zIr331LIQQ/s1600-h/DSCF0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAu0bXnJFI/AAAAAAAAADA/0zIr331LIQQ/s320/DSCF0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251248643748865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, try as he might, Matt could not find the same cut out board for this year's picture.  So we had to settle for this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIUTNVJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JR1qlW-xc64/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOAsIUTNVJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JR1qlW-xc64/s320/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251245686913848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still pretty cute if I do say so myself.  Well, I have to go get Sam some dinner.  Hope all is going well in all of your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-6351867573783249168?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/6351867573783249168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=6351867573783249168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/6351867573783249168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/6351867573783249168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/09/couple-of-firsts-and-one-repeat.html' title='A couple of firsts and one repeat.'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SOArJsqPKMI/AAAAAAAAACg/TppsuGH48kM/s72-c/DSC01040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3630893111231831835</id><published>2008-09-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:06:29.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>So I don't expect to post this often, but I had to come on and share this with the world.  I knew Sam would be getting close, but this is about as good as it gets.  I am so proud of Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b06ea287183b2ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b06ea287183b2ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B7412F6A803387AB2084F1FBCF8BA7872DBB2B4.5FBDD624E8F64F58D513F19F0A1040F0FC0D4EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b06ea287183b2ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIWimDIftV49stqJmSHT7nxykJcc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b06ea287183b2ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B7412F6A803387AB2084F1FBCF8BA7872DBB2B4.5FBDD624E8F64F58D513F19F0A1040F0FC0D4EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b06ea287183b2ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIWimDIftV49stqJmSHT7nxykJcc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it is just a few steps, but seeing as he just started standing a couple of weeks ago, I am so proud of his accomplishment.  I can seriously credit his tractor in helping him go.  This is the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/John-Deere-Scoot-Activity-Tractor/dp/B00080VMF4"&gt;John Deere Sit and Scoot Activity Tractor&lt;/a&gt; made by Learning Curve and given to him for his birthday by his Uncle Rob, Aunt Angela, and cousins Ryan and Aidan.  He absolutely loves pushing around this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNrWwnDDIWI/AAAAAAAAACY/Nm7rFkaRm98/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNrWwnDDIWI/AAAAAAAAACY/Nm7rFkaRm98/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249744446257570146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was probably a video shot in late August.  At this point, as shown in the video, it was pushing it until he ran into something, then getting on the other end and pushing again.  Sorry for the length of it, feel free to stop it.  A couple of weeks ago, he turned pro and started steering the thing around the house.  Pretty soon it will no longer be used to push, but instead to sit on.  How quickly they grow up.  (insert sad face here, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-592bbde71d687704" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D592bbde71d687704%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B1DC7ADB09B9B29E8EB5B098984AE2568C7057.379EE557E8B85C6F6A9B3C11220097D7CD27F0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D592bbde71d687704%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9KRvz0LzJ7RuxxIRjRBUOVDFNig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D592bbde71d687704%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B1DC7ADB09B9B29E8EB5B098984AE2568C7057.379EE557E8B85C6F6A9B3C11220097D7CD27F0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D592bbde71d687704%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9KRvz0LzJ7RuxxIRjRBUOVDFNig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gosh, he is napping now, but I am on cloud nine!  My little boy can walk!&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/2377946978823842860-3630893111231831835?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3630893111231831835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3630893111231831835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3630893111231831835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3630893111231831835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNrWwnDDIWI/AAAAAAAAACY/Nm7rFkaRm98/s72-c/DSC00884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-7767656157130642234</id><published>2008-09-22T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:24:53.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>Today Matt finally had a day off from his full time job so we could spend some time together as a family.  After a great lunch at Hometown Buffet, I had him swing by &lt;a href="http://www.ci.azusa.ca.us/index.asp?NID=288"&gt;Slauson Park&lt;/a&gt; in Azusa so we could play with Sam for a while.  I also wanted to get some pics of the weather per my dad's request.  It is a cute little park that also has a pool attached to it.  The pool is awesome.  It has a large slide available to kids and a little splash zone, but sadly, it is now closed for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our first stop with a baby almost toddler is the infant swings.  Sam for the first time truly loved it.  He smiled and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Sam had a good old time playing on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7bfe2fa48a39f5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7bfe2fa48a39f5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC451CB724F358EC137DFFAE6E8016F63DE25761.4FC783DFFDB07B91803DD06B09C7BD7D83396927%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7bfe2fa48a39f5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPWWiKgnYcJskJI794EHYNjI4el0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7bfe2fa48a39f5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC451CB724F358EC137DFFAE6E8016F63DE25761.4FC783DFFDB07B91803DD06B09C7BD7D83396927%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7bfe2fa48a39f5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPWWiKgnYcJskJI794EHYNjI4el0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Here is a still I just love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiRmgDZmQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mrr2ZheGoL0/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiRmgDZmQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mrr2ZheGoL0/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249105456325564674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was my turn to get in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiR9M2vIlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KU7WOhX6wzY/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiR9M2vIlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KU7WOhX6wzY/s320/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249105846309167698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank goodness for timers on the camera.  Had we known we were taking pictures, I think we may have dressed a bit differently, but hey, I am representing (though they are as rotten as rotten eggs) and Matt is still in work clothes from doing a part time shift earlier.  Sam looks great thanks to some snazzy clothes from Becky and shoes from Grandma Judy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiSWesCxTI/AAAAAAAAACA/vmQGPjiL4Cw/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiSWesCxTI/AAAAAAAAACA/vmQGPjiL4Cw/s320/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249106280592885042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam poking Matt's eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiSxj8qCGI/AAAAAAAAACI/sgjFsWtmBGo/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiSxj8qCGI/AAAAAAAAACI/sgjFsWtmBGo/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249106745861212258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh bab bab bab bab bab.  Sam and I making noises on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiTnPg3OpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OCXpTULwFsk/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiTnPg3OpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OCXpTULwFsk/s320/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249107668088863378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice day.  Not too hot, so jeans were an option to wear... finally!  I LOVE autumn.  Welcome Fall, good riddance Summer!  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-7767656157130642234?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f7bfe2fa48a39f5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/7767656157130642234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=7767656157130642234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/7767656157130642234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/7767656157130642234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNiRmgDZmQI/AAAAAAAAABw/mrr2ZheGoL0/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-3603629435690413502</id><published>2008-09-18T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:39:58.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of it all</title><content type='html'>I am sure I am not the only one, but I am going crazy with all of the political crap being inundated on us. The sad thing is, it is only September. How did it ever get like this? You know, I am really too young to know any different, but my guess is that it was not like this 20 years ago. There were no "I approve this message" commercials, only what mattered: debates. I could be sadly mistaken, but it seems counterproductive what they do. The sad thing is, it's not! People judge their votes by commercials because we don't have the time or will to do the research. I am not criticizing this approach; I totally understand it. I for one am so sick of hearing all the politics that I really don't want to make the effort. Not to mention that I feel like my vote totally does not count. IMO, unless you live in one of those swing states, it is pretty obvious what your vote is going to do. On the other hand, if everyone felt the way I do, our electoral system would not work. So, let's all get ready to endure another 7 or so weeks of hell. Just get this dang election over so we can return to worrying about the economy, war, natural disasters, and all the other wonderful stories waiting to be reported on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNIMKVwJ1FI/AAAAAAAAABo/7_WdhevmCLk/s1600-h/dont_forget_to_vote_magnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNIMKVwJ1FI/AAAAAAAAABo/7_WdhevmCLk/s320/dont_forget_to_vote_magnet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247269887617389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-3603629435690413502?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/3603629435690413502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=3603629435690413502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3603629435690413502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/3603629435690413502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-of-it-all.html' title='Sick of it all'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SNIMKVwJ1FI/AAAAAAAAABo/7_WdhevmCLk/s72-c/dont_forget_to_vote_magnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377946978823842860.post-5766382750662971080</id><published>2008-09-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:42:16.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I possibly be doing this?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so being inspired by my friend &lt;a href="http://briennemichelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brienne&lt;/a&gt; (I hope she doesn't mind me connecting to her here), whose blog I read faithfully, I have decided to try this out on my own and see if anyone thinks my life, well, Matt and I's lives, are very interesting. I seriously hope that this is not a waste of time as a few of my other ventures, namely facebook, so I will try to update this weekly. Since I spend a lot of time on the computer, I think I should be able to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on recently?  What else?  My big boy Sam.  Look what he can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMyisPNQkHI/AAAAAAAAABM/mg9fJEjpq-I/s1600-h/SamStanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMyisPNQkHI/AAAAAAAAABM/mg9fJEjpq-I/s320/SamStanding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245746546859872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I realize this probably isn't the best picture, but you have to remember that A) I have about 10 seconds to get the picture and B) My mom is not a great photographer.  Despite giving her the camera and standing Sam up and getting out of the way, I either got a finger or a blur when my mom was on the other side of the camera.  Oh and btw, I thought this shirt looked kinda big on him.  When I saw the tag said 4T, I busted up laughing.  Sam should be wearing 18 months at the largest... usually 12 months.  This is what you get for having WAY too many clothes from cousins at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will wrap this up, of course with more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377946978823842860-5766382750662971080?l=matthewandcherise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/feeds/5766382750662971080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377946978823842860&amp;postID=5766382750662971080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5766382750662971080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377946978823842860/posts/default/5766382750662971080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandcherise.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-possibly-be-doing-this.html' title='Can I possibly be doing this?'/><author><name>Cherise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15238980396841803406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMycOEVieZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ASuHyNaluE/S220/Cherise%27sface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mNO0YXneAg/SMyisPNQkHI/AAAAAAAAABM/mg9fJEjpq-I/s72-c/SamStanding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
