<?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-4016701342849012858</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:43:40.917-07:00</updated><category term='Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>Ambrose Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 2009</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-2344244673721116346</id><published>2012-02-04T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:06:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Fish</title><content type='html'>Here is a little video that shows Hayden's first swimming experience. Kinda Fun. But I hate how annoying my voice sounds in it; but it is really a cute one of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bfc82c65fd1fed77" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfc82c65fd1fed77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F52BB6938DF961290BECDFA87F34E7D564B685.6D46141F670D5DE668ED2B9E813917F5C4EE975A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfc82c65fd1fed77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQzb2v2wcN4I06IeU9jToicl7ldg&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfc82c65fd1fed77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F52BB6938DF961290BECDFA87F34E7D564B685.6D46141F670D5DE668ED2B9E813917F5C4EE975A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfc82c65fd1fed77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQzb2v2wcN4I06IeU9jToicl7ldg&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/4016701342849012858-2344244673721116346?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2344244673721116346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-little-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/2344244673721116346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/2344244673721116346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-little-fish.html' title='Our Little Fish'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-6354446891650638551</id><published>2012-01-29T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:53:21.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Chapters and New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Alright, please bare with me as I express my situation right now. I just needed some place to write it out, and I figure, why not here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am feeling very overwhelmed. Between school, and being a wife and mother I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Right now in my life, this is a time that a huge chapter is ending, and a new one is opening for me. This is how I am feeling these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me being on the verge of being finished with school (I'll be done in April), I am excited, anxious, and worried. I am excited because I have been in school for the last 18 years of my life, without any sort of break. I feel like this has been my life! These last two years, my longest break from school has been a month. I also am excited because I am the first person in my family (of all my siblings, parents, and grandparents) to finish and receive a college degree. I am really excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious; despite this semester being the lightest credit load I have ever taken, it is definitely the most difficult for me. Being a mom and wife right now is so time demanding. Hayden is in need of constant attention. I find myself wanting to be able to just play with him all day instead of doing homework. My house is an utter disaster, my fridge and pantry are both completely empty, and I am in sweats most of the day, everyday (YUCK). I almost get no quality time with my hubby, and I am used to spending loads of time with him; it is hard because he is my best friend and I LOVE spending time with him (yes, he stills drives me crazy at times just like any normal husband).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An assignment that would normally take me thirty minutes, now takes me two hours to complete. I barely finish my assignments on time right now, and they are not to the standards that I have held myself to; this drives me crazy.&amp;nbsp; For all these reasons, I am anxious to finish and see how I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried because I am afraid of what I am going to do once I am done with my degree. I'm not going to start a career; I made that decision a long time ago. I have been fortunate enough that my husband that can provide for us so that I can stay at home to be a Mom. However, I don't feel like I have any hobbies or skills that I can use being at home, and that makes me worried. What am I going to do with myself with my extra time? I know that is something so dumb to be worried about, but seriously, I am. My whole life my spare time was filled with sports, and I can't do that all the time now. I have never been crafty, but I have the desire to be; but I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to think that maybe I should just go for a Masters. But I've decided that no, I should try to develop myself in other ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, I am doing great. But I feel like I have all the drive and vision that I would ever need in some areas of my life, and that I am completely blind in others. I am feeling bittersweet about these changes; but overall excited. I know that I'll figure it out. I know that I will love 'just' being a mom. I know that I will enjoy being at home and not having to plaster my face to a screen for hours a day. I know all these things confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see my life as scaling a mountain. Once I get to the top, I have always had higher one behind it to tackle. This time I am almost to the summit, but I don't see another peak to scale- at least not yet. So, for now, I focus on pushing through to the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-6354446891650638551?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6354446891650638551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/ending-chapters-and-new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6354446891650638551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6354446891650638551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/ending-chapters-and-new-beginnings.html' title='Ending Chapters and New Beginnings'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-4329913389278612430</id><published>2012-01-13T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:28:56.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Three Month Old!</title><content type='html'>We can't believe that our baby boy is already three months old! That flew by too fast. It's kind of bittersweet for me to have my little guy getting so big so fast. I know it will only be a matter of time until snuggles with mom will be traded for time wrestling with dad, that his eyes won't search a room for his Momma, and that he will start having his own important agenda. But I have some time before all that, and I know Hayden will have some siblings down the road. I guess I just love having a baby in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about my little man. At three months, he already is teething! Oh my gosh! I never thought it would happen this early. He has two bottom teeth that should be cutting any day. I can see the tips of the teeth poking out of his gums. He is trying to roll, but not very hard. He is content where he is apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit about my little man and his already BIG personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He LOVES to talk with people. It holds his attention for about 10 minutes (which I think is a good span for a baby).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He smiles big open mouth smiles to the people he's comfortable with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives me and his dad this quizzical look at times that says: "Make me laugh funny man! Come on, show me what you got."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gets my attention in one volume: LOUD. By that I mean the crying that makes him turn all red. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These days, he has to be entertained. He quickly lets me know when he is bored by smacking things away with his hands or turning his face into my chest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has a crooked smile when he is annoyed with the people talking to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He LOVES to be sung to. Sometimes he sings with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He kicks with excitement when he's being changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hates being wrapped up to sleep. I wake up at night to find his arms up through the neck of his shirts to get his arms free.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His favorite new toy is his fists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Words cannot express how happy this little guy makes me.&amp;nbsp; I have three month old pictures I will post later today. I'm out of time right now unfortunately. Dinner calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrjBOpYUHW0/TxD_CI7OQkI/AAAAAAAAALA/1hvP5rBoZho/s1600/Three+Months+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrjBOpYUHW0/TxD_CI7OQkI/AAAAAAAAALA/1hvP5rBoZho/s320/Three+Months+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLUCE3kYUNU/TxD_Rv2sgLI/AAAAAAAAALI/Bg1on9-o3tQ/s1600/Three+Months+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLUCE3kYUNU/TxD_Rv2sgLI/AAAAAAAAALI/Bg1on9-o3tQ/s320/Three+Months+039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Os3hZqE4q0/TxEDmTL1smI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4C9OyepFyYs/s1600/Three+Months+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Os3hZqE4q0/TxEDmTL1smI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4C9OyepFyYs/s320/Three+Months+024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore how awful I look. I had to post this. My little cooking assistant! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcAXX75yajI/TxEDwPCizDI/AAAAAAAAALY/wyunQvNlaQs/s1600/Three+Months+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcAXX75yajI/TxEDwPCizDI/AAAAAAAAALY/wyunQvNlaQs/s320/Three+Months+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mObyElhjISI/TxEERGwjYxI/AAAAAAAAALg/r9pF9gGoSds/s1600/Three+Months+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mObyElhjISI/TxEERGwjYxI/AAAAAAAAALg/r9pF9gGoSds/s320/Three+Months+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUM! I love my fists&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-4329913389278612430?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4329913389278612430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-have-three-month-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/4329913389278612430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/4329913389278612430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-have-three-month-old.html' title='We Have a Three Month Old!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrjBOpYUHW0/TxD_CI7OQkI/AAAAAAAAALA/1hvP5rBoZho/s72-c/Three+Months+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-6145615378255302233</id><published>2011-12-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:46:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on School as a Mother</title><content type='html'>Yuck! Finals week starts today. Honestly, I am blogging right now mostly because I want to find any excuse to get out of finishing my classes and having to take exams. I know that sounds really stupid and I'm sure you're thinking, "Just finish them!"&amp;nbsp; But there is some invisible wall that erects itself at the end of every semester; and it always seems impossible to break through or climb over. Or at least it takes too much work to get over it. So, needless to say, here I am 'trying' to motivate myself to just get started finishing my classes. But while I am making excuses about why I am avoiding the inevitable painful end of the semester, I might as well blog about how schooling and motherhood is going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my thoughts about going to school with a newborn as a first time Mom: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT'S HARD&lt;/b&gt;; it's challenging for a lot of reasons. I want to clarify before I go on that I LOVE Hayden, and am so glad he is here. I LOVE being a mother. I would never change the fact that he is here, right here, right now. I just thought I would write about my feelings about going to school while having a child, and my experience thus far. I want to start this story with my labor (my five hour, got to a nine labor before my c-section). While I was in labor, I tried to convince Kyle to crack open the laptop so I could finish some tests that were due that day. I did get through a few, but everyone thought I was insane. But I have deadlines people! And surprisingly teachers aren't that flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I know. But continuing through school, I have found it hard to jump out of bed to find a filthy house I can't keep up with and a stack of books with endless assignments to stay ahead of. But that isn't even the worst of it: the most difficult thing about it all is that I JUST want to be a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the schooling, boring reading, and assignments; I just want to cuddle up with my little kiddo. I want to play with him, and talk to him in high pitched baby voices (that I swore I would never do) to get him to smile at me. I don't like having to watch him kick around on the floor for hours while I have homework. Which, by the way, he is perfectly content doing. Most of all, though, is it drives me crazy that I am taking all these parenting classes. I don't want to learn about parenting from a book, I want to learn hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that summarizes my feelings. I know that everyone who checks my blog is not in my situation, but from now on, I am going to recommend that no one do what I have done. Finish school first people! Get it done first! Do it so you can love JUST being a Mom. I know I look forward to April coming up, so that I can proudly just be a mom. An everyday, full time mom; but highly educated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have to finish off this post as usual with a photo of my little man. And maybe a video. Sorry, I just can't help myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLPxTFVchfU/TuYgnETrVEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jzex_QvPi14/s1600/DSC00879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLPxTFVchfU/TuYgnETrVEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jzex_QvPi14/s320/DSC00879.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79319284a90a8830" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79319284a90a8830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D486CC11C2D37E69DFF2C448A40CA2C6048853F10.94062DD44F344A059BBCFE81167020E68816903%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79319284a90a8830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz_edzp6vZIgtEMpXmonfFhh6sls&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79319284a90a8830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D486CC11C2D37E69DFF2C448A40CA2C6048853F10.94062DD44F344A059BBCFE81167020E68816903%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79319284a90a8830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz_edzp6vZIgtEMpXmonfFhh6sls&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no more excuses for putting off school... Sad. Well, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-6145615378255302233?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6145615378255302233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-on-school-as-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6145615378255302233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6145615378255302233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-on-school-as-mother.html' title='Thoughts on School as a Mother'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLPxTFVchfU/TuYgnETrVEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jzex_QvPi14/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-816476079339870647</id><published>2011-12-04T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:47:03.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog... I feel like I have a lot to catch up on. First off, our Christmas Tree is finally finished! We got our tree on Wednesday and brought it home in our traditional Ambrose manner; inside the car instead of on top!&amp;nbsp; After that, it took me a few days to trim it and put the lights on. Finally, today we put all the decorations on it. I love this time of year; and I feel like it couldn't get any better now that we have Hayden with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTKnqxh2Uf4/TtxYWLKWhAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vqq5zuHR-P4/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTKnqxh2Uf4/TtxYWLKWhAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vqq5zuHR-P4/s320/104.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Finished Product&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7rd-bG8bv4/TtxYa3GngrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JVPKLnncFEE/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7rd-bG8bv4/TtxYa3GngrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JVPKLnncFEE/s320/101.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6VybqrHi2Q/TtxYkW0V0VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OSnvN-ZVoo0/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6VybqrHi2Q/TtxYkW0V0VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OSnvN-ZVoo0/s320/098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayden LOVES the tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hW0tOCYpPC4/TtxYomahMpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FQsIBYfpSVM/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hW0tOCYpPC4/TtxYomahMpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FQsIBYfpSVM/s320/094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite picture yet!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite time of the year by far. I love all traditions that revolve around this holiday; the music, the food, spending family time together... I even love the traditions that many seem to dislike including egg nog and mistletoe. I always feel like I can't get enough of it. I know this sounds quite childish, but sometimes I wish it was Christmas all year round. With that, I wish you all a Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-816476079339870647?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/816476079339870647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/816476079339870647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/816476079339870647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTKnqxh2Uf4/TtxYWLKWhAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vqq5zuHR-P4/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-466738696785968351</id><published>2011-11-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:56:53.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Blessing</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday our little Hayden was finally blessed (at 5 weeks old). It was a spectacular day filled with lots of family. We had about twenty family members to come and support us and our little man. We had a little luncheon before our service to have everyone over and take some pictures. It was really relaxed and fun to catch up with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of some of the group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUn3ClSEkh0/TsQDfplMPnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cyw4I9bVMaY/s1600/DSC00899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUn3ClSEkh0/TsQDfplMPnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cyw4I9bVMaY/s320/DSC00899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four Generations on My Mother's side&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JDSDxEvtZQ/TsQDjp0dohI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R6J5OfLOidE/s1600/DSC00900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JDSDxEvtZQ/TsQDjp0dohI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R6J5OfLOidE/s320/DSC00900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle's parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftZX7qET4pI/TsQDpBiwJTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c9mtPchAxaY/s1600/DSC00903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftZX7qET4pI/TsQDpBiwJTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c9mtPchAxaY/s320/DSC00903.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four Generations on my Dad's side&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We were fortunate enough to have Kyle's parents in town to take part in the blessing and to visit with our little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing outfit that was originally given to us didn't fit. We could fit two of him in it! Good thing my mother in law and I checked a few days before the blessing... Because the next two days we spent the entire time looking for something appropriate for him to wear. All I can say about it is that I can't believe how few of a selection of sweaters and button ups there are circulating in the babies department. We hit Gymboree, Children's Place, Crazy 8, Carters, Burlington Baby Depot, Baby Gap, and that's not all the places we ended up going to! Here's the end result on the outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFNsu9OaVjg/TsQG7YYkFaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jlTmdCePZHc/s1600/DSC00971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFNsu9OaVjg/TsQG7YYkFaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jlTmdCePZHc/s320/DSC00971.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fq3EdyIIB0/TsQHAu-xf2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/QuobscGXOVQ/s1600/DSC00961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fq3EdyIIB0/TsQHAu-xf2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/QuobscGXOVQ/s320/DSC00961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wApNeCAn9cA/TsQHG1qlNcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZO0_4Xd-g7I/s1600/DSC00927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wApNeCAn9cA/TsQHG1qlNcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZO0_4Xd-g7I/s320/DSC00927.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvpF5izFD_I/TsQHKVLFygI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jxa3mqlAd0Q/s1600/DSC00953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvpF5izFD_I/TsQHKVLFygI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jxa3mqlAd0Q/s320/DSC00953.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look so handsome?!! It was such a great day. I wept my eyes out, Kyle did a fantastic job, and we were surrounded by people we love so much. We wish that our whole family could have been with us, but it will have to happen for our next little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-466738696785968351?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/466738696785968351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/haydens-blessing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/466738696785968351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/466738696785968351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/11/haydens-blessing.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUn3ClSEkh0/TsQDfplMPnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cyw4I9bVMaY/s72-c/DSC00899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-4364813128582855863</id><published>2011-10-30T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:29:37.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time and Starting to Chunk up!</title><content type='html'>Hayden is beginning to LOVE bath time! Today, Hayden took his first bath with his Daddy. Truth is, it took me a while to convince Kyle to take a bath with Hayden. He was worried that Hayden would decide to go to the bathroom while in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEBuujXoRCI/Tq2togXBT4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hkorY1xMhEo/s1600/DSC00771.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEBuujXoRCI/Tq2togXBT4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hkorY1xMhEo/s320/DSC00771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Hayden didn't spring any kind of leak, because I know Kyle would not have been up for bathing him like this again; and I just love to watch these kinds of moments as a new Momma. Being there to witness bonding between my honey and our beautiful son. Here are just a few of the pictures that I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qefjYwhFq-s/Tq2uMkcMBaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/whrWPJhkLTg/s1600/DSC00781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qefjYwhFq-s/Tq2uMkcMBaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/whrWPJhkLTg/s320/DSC00781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUsApMrY1oA/Tq2u1nuxKUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/B47PluodnF0/s1600/DSC00787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUsApMrY1oA/Tq2u1nuxKUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/B47PluodnF0/s320/DSC00787.JPG" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is our little Superman! Showing off his muscles to Mom. What a cutie! He is starting to get so BIG! I can't believe how fast he is changing and how quickly he is growing. Kyle and I have quickly noticed how much heavier he seems and how much he is filling out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some additional pictures of our little peanut for Grandma and Grandpa Ambrose. We can't wait to see you in 10 days! We're counting down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DMddjB_UL4/Tq2_8qaeVVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cQsGgv2Ug_o/s1600/DSC00759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DMddjB_UL4/Tq2_8qaeVVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cQsGgv2Ug_o/s320/DSC00759.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0Ey2d9n2WA/Tq3AyYRZwMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t5hKB0AzCcI/s1600/DSC00721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0Ey2d9n2WA/Tq3AyYRZwMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t5hKB0AzCcI/s320/DSC00721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fVhlMpMkhQ/Tq3BQxroJfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/STHIS0knWt4/s1600/DSC00716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fVhlMpMkhQ/Tq3BQxroJfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/STHIS0knWt4/s320/DSC00716.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WrMz4dHCvE/Tq3BVZu1EFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jodXGZeO4I8/s1600/DSC00708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WrMz4dHCvE/Tq3BVZu1EFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jodXGZeO4I8/s320/DSC00708.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-4364813128582855863?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4364813128582855863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/bath-time-and-starting-to-chunk-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/4364813128582855863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/4364813128582855863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/bath-time-and-starting-to-chunk-up.html' title='Bath Time and Starting to Chunk up!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEBuujXoRCI/Tq2togXBT4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hkorY1xMhEo/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-7073223031337140776</id><published>2011-10-26T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:58:10.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden Arrived!</title><content type='html'>I know this is over two weeks late, but I finally have a breather and could sit down to blog about his birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Robert Ambrose was born October 10th at 8:18 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;He was 7 pounds 4 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImTMXjwfII0/TqjL4nsVA6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/X1z7F18xKBY/s1600/50187-DSC_4119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImTMXjwfII0/TqjL4nsVA6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/X1z7F18xKBY/s320/50187-DSC_4119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ye0aKJMSVY/TqjkbAuQoEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VYfSJuY-3Ig/s1600/328002_778774175084_193309193_36843977_1597445198_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So about the delivery: October 10th was his due date, but our doctor had suggested not to induce but to have me go into labor on my own. Kyle, my mother in law, and I went in for the 40 week doctor's check up at 2:30 P.M. Everything was looking great, and I had been contracting irregularly and dilated to a two for the last two weeks. For one last check, our doctor wanted to see how much amniotic fluid was left around him. She checked it, and said she would probably send us home, but wanted to have me checked on a newer machine to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were walked into a delivery room in the hospital, where they proceeded to check my fluids. At this point (3:30 PM), we were told there was essentially no fluids around him, and that we were having this baby today. I was nervous and was not expecting to have this baby today. I was instantly admitted into the hospital and was put on the lowest dose of Pitocin to induce my labor. Short Version: I was dilated to a 6 within three hours, taken off Pitocin and given my epidural. At that point Hayden's heart dropped, and I was given some meds that would raise my heart rate and stop the contractions to try and raise his heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another hour, I was at an eight, but his heart rate dropped again. It went from a 130 to 50 on the monitor. It was scary! This time, about seven people rushed into the room. I was asked to get on my forearms and knees to get him off his cord and raise his heart rate. It didn't work. I was asked to sign a consent form, and within a minute was rushed off in tears into the operating room.&amp;nbsp; I was injected on the short walk to the operating room with more medications so I could go into surgery. Kyle barely made it into the operating room, when seven minutes after being rolled into the O.R. Hayden was delivered. Here is our first family picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtTZjwKQrEg/Tqja377RcoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q7EYyngMCXA/s1600/339866_778773960514_193309193_36843976_1378559229_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtTZjwKQrEg/Tqja377RcoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q7EYyngMCXA/s320/339866_778773960514_193309193_36843976_1378559229_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was closed up ten minutes later. It was all a blur, but I remember all the scary and overwhelming emotions. In a matter of about six hours, I became a Mom. People keep saying that they were sorry that it happened the way that it happened; but you know what? I'm not. I'm grateful. I will always remember Kyle stroking my hair and holding my hand, and thinking that we (Hayden and I) were going to be okay only because he was there with me. I was glad it was just the two of us. It allowed me to become closer to him in a whole new way. I know Kyle was stressed beyond belief, and worried sick, but we had each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B65Z8InS0Mw/TqjjJtRkUUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D4j74Y2Ee-k/s1600/DSC00736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B65Z8InS0Mw/TqjjJtRkUUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D4j74Y2Ee-k/s320/DSC00736.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, Hayden is such a happy little baby! He is gaining weight quickly (about 1 1/2 pds per week) and has the cutest smile in the world. He LOVES to be held, and is awake and alert more as the days go on. At night, he sleeps in three hour stretches between each time I nurse, which is really great! I will add more pictures of him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is really long, but I just have one more thing to say. I am the luckiest girl in the world, surrounded by the most fun, happy, and handsome boys. They are my world, and I love watching them together. Life cannot get any better. Today, I am grateful for eternal families, and the promise that if I live righteously I can have my family with me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-7073223031337140776?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7073223031337140776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/hayden-arrived.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/7073223031337140776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/7073223031337140776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/hayden-arrived.html' title='Hayden Arrived!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImTMXjwfII0/TqjL4nsVA6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/X1z7F18xKBY/s72-c/50187-DSC_4119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-3883254052486208403</id><published>2011-10-05T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:41:42.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Completed!</title><content type='html'>I am proud to announce that five days before Hayden's due date we have FINALLY completed the nursery! I know, I know, insane right?!! At least that's what friends around us have insisted that we had better hurry up before he comes. It is officially my favorite room of the house. I remember walking into my mother's nurseries and the peace and quiet that existed in each one. I have found the same thing to be true in our nursery. I love the spirit that lingers in there. I can't wait to bring him home into it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8BXcqSDvnE/ToyRgtf-ngI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ultpBQqoaKQ/s1600/DSC00675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8BXcqSDvnE/ToyRgtf-ngI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ultpBQqoaKQ/s320/DSC00675.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osz8quqkql8/ToyRkl1tyMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hGK7sIYE730/s1600/DSC00676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osz8quqkql8/ToyRkl1tyMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hGK7sIYE730/s320/DSC00676.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8uq2LolAco/ToyRpjtKQII/AAAAAAAAAFs/L1Wl4Xpj_Yw/s1600/DSC00677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8uq2LolAco/ToyRpjtKQII/AAAAAAAAAFs/L1Wl4Xpj_Yw/s320/DSC00677.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BldfeVoPTH4/ToyRuJZ4RmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CvKOQ7XmEc0/s1600/DSC00678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BldfeVoPTH4/ToyRuJZ4RmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CvKOQ7XmEc0/s320/DSC00678.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QajPa35TVuo/ToyRx2_VYwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OwH221v17YI/s1600/DSC00679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QajPa35TVuo/ToyRx2_VYwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OwH221v17YI/s320/DSC00679.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzymHxlne84/ToyR2s6EpYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wh3m4u85kG4/s1600/DSC00680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzymHxlne84/ToyR2s6EpYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wh3m4u85kG4/s320/DSC00680.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we are crazy for not having it completed it earlier; but I feel like I would have gone even more stir crazy if we had completed it earlier. I am already going nuts as it is! After going on long walks, going golfing, and etc. there has been no progress, I still am having irregular contractions. I can't get this baby to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is crunch time, because Kyle's Mom flies out on Sunday along with my older brother. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling good, despite the normal discomforts that women talk about (lack of sleep, multiple bathroom trips, etc.), but I really honestly can't complain. I feel like I have been blessed significantly for having such a smooth pregnancy. I'm not so sure Kyle feels the same way -having dealt with all the hormones, poor guy- but as far as sickness and energy goes, I have been super lucky. Hopefully all the rest of my pregnancies in the future will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post that I will put up will be of our little boy! Words cannot express how impatient we both are for our little guy to come. We both have to remind ourselves that good things come to those who wait. I will admit that it does help when you do have an end date in sight. Thank goodness for the induction date that has been set for a week after the due date (October 17th).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-3883254052486208403?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3883254052486208403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/nursery-completed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/3883254052486208403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/3883254052486208403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/nursery-completed.html' title='Nursery Completed!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8BXcqSDvnE/ToyRgtf-ngI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ultpBQqoaKQ/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-7222139493156650369</id><published>2011-09-11T11:15:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:56:32.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE</title><content type='html'>Yes, finally here is a preview of the partially finished nursery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the before pictures of the nursery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcoBS7xI_FQ/TmzugPHZGwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J6flI0-DTZs/s1600/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcoBS7xI_FQ/TmzugPHZGwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J6flI0-DTZs/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651153870023891714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7L01faCyitE/Tmz16RKzVDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uR1IsIXnQR8/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tMap3wbNYE/Tmz2HScymPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hMIE_g0Q80I/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tMap3wbNYE/Tmz2HScymPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hMIE_g0Q80I/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651162237515241714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some from during Kyle's tedious painting process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvObx9YSfs8/TmzvQaSr72I/AAAAAAAAAEM/s7Qa1qCwJss/s1600/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvObx9YSfs8/TmzvQaSr72I/AAAAAAAAAEM/s7Qa1qCwJss/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651154697657773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7fmTHYhziY/Tmzvhpd5VOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/glJIwhFZcao/s1600/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7fmTHYhziY/Tmzvhpd5VOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/glJIwhFZcao/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651154993789097186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjDrBqUuYWU/TmzvzDvzVpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fR_gyrEK73k/s1600/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjDrBqUuYWU/TmzvzDvzVpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fR_gyrEK73k/s320/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651155292901299858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the finished paint project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEIHopu_DaI/TmzwnDplMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MZ_6BBIwDF0/s1600/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEIHopu_DaI/TmzwnDplMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MZ_6BBIwDF0/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651156186228404434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I know what you are thinking: "That room is VERY, VERY blue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle commented that the color reminds him of Andy's room in Toy Story. I can't agree more. It is bright, but we love the cheeriness that it brings to our currently white walled house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited for our little Hayden to make his appearance. Anytime now Hayden! I am now 36 weeks, and having contractions about three to four times a day. He's moving along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0phc2bRwQ4/Tmzw4rZp4hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aMEdVInbyLA/s1600/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0phc2bRwQ4/Tmzw4rZp4hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aMEdVInbyLA/s320/DSC00669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651156488956797458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most importantly, thank you to my wonderful husband. You are going to be a fantastic father! I am so grateful for all your hard work and patience throughout this whole process. This includes dealing with me during this whole pregnancy, and my crazy shenanigans along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and appreciate all you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next nursery projects: Obtaining a dresser, repainting the Worlton family rocking chair (My grandmas rocking chair, and previously my mothers), and finishing the wall decor. We finally got all the rest of the baby necessities, so we are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will be some house pictures and (hopefully) a completed nursery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-7222139493156650369?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7222139493156650369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/7222139493156650369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/7222139493156650369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue.html' title='BLUE'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcoBS7xI_FQ/TmzugPHZGwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J6flI0-DTZs/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-277202592177237250</id><published>2011-09-07T17:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:50:16.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Vacation before Baby!</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I went on vacation a few weeks ago (sorry, I am behind on posts as usual) to visit his parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, and cute nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip started out when we flew into Los Angeles, to make a visit to Kyle's grandparents. We LOVED every second with these sweet people; both whom I quickly grew to love after we got married. This is the Grandpa Robert that we decided to name Hayden ROBERT after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtn0Gey4StY/Tmf7VjQmifI/AAAAAAAAADc/LvgoSE4PukI/s1600/IMG_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtn0Gey4StY/Tmf7VjQmifI/AAAAAAAAADc/LvgoSE4PukI/s200/IMG_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649760605220276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this picture! That same day, we managed to hit the UCLA Hall of Fame, Getty Museum, and had a fun family dinner at Kyle's favorite Mexican restaurant El Torito. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we found ourselves out on Santa Monica Pier with the whole crew: Kyle's sister, her beautiful family, and some cousins. It was such a blast watching all the kiddos ride the rides, and to see the boys playing the boardwalk games. This is the only picture I have of us on the pier, and I look awful, but here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ibG2D51jS4/Tmf8eOSo7WI/AAAAAAAAADk/OqlFoBPAXik/s1600/IMG_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ibG2D51jS4/Tmf8eOSo7WI/AAAAAAAAADk/OqlFoBPAXik/s200/IMG_3915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649761853722127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day of our trip we decided to hit a round of golf- Kyle's grandparents (both in their upper 80's) walk all 18 and go almost every week! What troopers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly announce that I played through all 18 holes of golf (with a cart)! It was such a blast. I am still golfing today (at almost 36 weeks), and all I can say is that this little guy ain't stopping me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we sadly had to leave Grandpa and Grandma Ambrose. We love them so much and think of them often. Grandpa Ambrose is one of those men that you can't help but love. He always has a positive attitude, has nothing but kind things to say, and loves EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove away in the car that day, I had a quiet confirmation that naming our son after him was the right thing. It was such a inexpressible feeling that I had, just thinking that Hayden was named after one of the best men I will ever know; and that he will hopefully be able to know that for himself one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the Bay Area, we ended up spending the next couple of days with the rest of Kyle's family; Kyle's brother Scott, his wonderful wife Maren, and their kids. We love these guys. It was fun watching the boys dunk over each other on Scott's hoop in the backyard (Especially when Kyle kicked Scott in the neck... Haha! I swear, when these two are together, we could easily win America's funniest home videos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in town, we drove down to Carmel to go to a car show. Kyle was like a kid in a candy store, with &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp91t2mFhXU/TmgCL-zjY8I/AAAAAAAAADs/8tIYpSr93QU/s1600/IMG_4017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp91t2mFhXU/TmgCL-zjY8I/AAAAAAAAADs/8tIYpSr93QU/s200/IMG_4017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649768137397330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Ford GT's, Ferrari's, and Lamborghini's. Carmel was beautiful, it was fun to see all the older classics, and the weather was awesome! I could not have asked for a better day. What a great way to end our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this was really summarized and short, but I am trying to catch up, and in the next couple of days you will get a blog on the nursery and how it is coming along (Kyle is currently painting! I am so excited to see the final product!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kyle's family, always have fun spending time with each member. I feel so fortunate to be so close to each of them, and that each time we go out to see Kyle's parents, we get to see everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-277202592177237250?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/277202592177237250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-vacation-before-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/277202592177237250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/277202592177237250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-vacation-before-baby.html' title='Last Vacation before Baby!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtn0Gey4StY/Tmf7VjQmifI/AAAAAAAAADc/LvgoSE4PukI/s72-c/IMG_3872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-6507621192854445829</id><published>2011-07-07T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:25:25.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>I am really, really bad at blogging. I am the worst ever, and I am working on it because I want to stay up to date so that all my family can see all the goings on in our lives. So, my new goal is to update this blog monthly from now on. You can all hold me to it and bother me when I don't (whoever actually checks this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some relatively new pictures of things that are going on at the Ambrose home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39VDCkmhWjM/ThZnWz-OUmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1jHy8Dht4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39VDCkmhWjM/ThZnWz-OUmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1jHy8Dht4/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626798426051990114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me about two weeks ago, at 25 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--y4nObcmF8U/ThZns6k1vfI/AAAAAAAAACk/8iPUgPqNINw/s1600/IMAG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--y4nObcmF8U/ThZns6k1vfI/AAAAAAAAACk/8iPUgPqNINw/s200/IMAG0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626798805781691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hayden (Yes, we've officially decided on Hayden) at 20 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I had an experience that really touched my heart. It wasn't anything too spectacular, it was just one of those 'quiet' moments we get from time to time. I wanted to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I had settled into the relaxation phase of our night by watching some T.V.  Almost each night, Kyle puts his head in my lap and I run my fingers through Kyle's hair until he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kyle fell asleep in my lap as usual but for the first time I was able to see Hayden's kicks from outside my tummy. There I was; Kyle's face touching my huge tummy and baby Hayden saying 'hello' with his kicks. I watched silently for a few minutes, as the realization hit me that this was the first time that I had really stopped to think about the fact that I had both my boys with me. It could have been the hormones taking over, but I couldn't help the tears welling up in my eyes for my hubby and our little angel that we are being entrusted with very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am grateful to a Heavenly Father that loves me enough to give me such beautiful blessings. I am not a mother yet, but I look forward to the many experiences that it will bring me, and all the other 'quiet' moments that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-6507621192854445829?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6507621192854445829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6507621192854445829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6507621192854445829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39VDCkmhWjM/ThZnWz-OUmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1jHy8Dht4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-1439902848936237647</id><published>2011-03-13T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:09:57.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTAKHIvgdNI/TX2vqJxYp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/OIXMDhuCxbk/s1600/IMAG0017%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTAKHIvgdNI/TX2vqJxYp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/OIXMDhuCxbk/s320/IMAG0017%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583812251721705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over a year of having a blog and I feel like I can actually post about something exciting and worthwhile! I am new to the blogging world, so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I are due October 10th! We found out a little over a month ago when Kyle got home from a business trip. I thought I had the stomach flu, and had been spending time with my younger sister who had it. So naturally, the nauseousness was from the flu, right? NOT! I was just as surprised from the tests as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far pregnancy has been good. Just the normal stuff bothers me; eggs, raw meat, etc. My husband has been the best supporter that I could have ever imagined. Thank goodness for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at 8 weeks. This is the before picture. Just a beginning of my 'bump'. That's wishful thinking.. I know it's just a lot of bloating.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/MARENA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-1439902848936237647?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1439902848936237647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/1439902848936237647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/1439902848936237647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby.html' title='Baby!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTAKHIvgdNI/TX2vqJxYp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/OIXMDhuCxbk/s72-c/IMAG0017%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-2899393569043188788</id><published>2009-12-01T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:06:46.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>First Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>December in Rexburg means snow, ice, and the beautiful Main Street Christmas lights. The festive spirit is in town and is spreading like wild-fire! We caught the Christmas Bug early this year; we have already had all of our other Christmas decorations set out since the beginning of November (since we will be moving in the middle of December). Anyways, even though we are moving we couldn't pass up the opportunity to decorate our first Christmas Tree together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle and I had figured we would have to buy a tree similar to Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree (small, dead looking) because of our tightness with money. We were lucky the trees were cheaper than we thought, yay! We got to fulfill our dreams of a full first tree! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally after looking through millions of trees, Kyle picked out a magnificent Douglas Fir from our local grocers (Broulims). We loaded it up and hauled it back in our Vue. I ended up holding the back trunk door closed and hanging on to any part of the inside of the car to keep me (and the tree) from flying out. This was quite the beginning to our "little" Tree Adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just where the fun began! We got the tree back to the apartment, hauled it up to the door and inside. Quickly, we realized that the tree was too tall for our apartment. We didn't have a saw to cut it and so we opted to use the MiracleBlade Knives Kyle had in the Kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ebf376724c92912" 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://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ebf376724c92912%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15186BB95B168F117C6345867AC19C46757A211C.224141DBC6E0F276CED23FFEB1C3E82E13FCE9D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ebf376724c92912%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db1-yZynI4Cd6OGaLVz7y-FeyQ28&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://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ebf376724c92912%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15186BB95B168F117C6345867AC19C46757A211C.224141DBC6E0F276CED23FFEB1C3E82E13FCE9D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ebf376724c92912%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db1-yZynI4Cd6OGaLVz7y-FeyQ28&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The MiracleBlade's didn't give us the Christmas Miracle we had hoped for... It stopped about a quarter of an inch into the tree. Those infomercials were incorrect in stating that those knives could cut through "anything". So, in the end we bought a saw anyways. It went up easily enough after we shaved off a good foot and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18e3fccab9dcc142" 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://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18e3fccab9dcc142%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D381FED059EBA6E68FF4A535DDBE296A2FE527F8F.F4E85B12D5203EA3B11A620B8E6C62965322776%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18e3fccab9dcc142%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobCgfaV0ClBanyWxSXtHpH9ZzUE&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://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18e3fccab9dcc142%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331896571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D381FED059EBA6E68FF4A535DDBE296A2FE527F8F.F4E85B12D5203EA3B11A620B8E6C62965322776%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18e3fccab9dcc142%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobCgfaV0ClBanyWxSXtHpH9ZzUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We postponed decorating until the next night because we were tired from putting the MiracleBlade tree up. Just tonight we took a studying break and decorated the tress. It looks beautiful. Here's the end result. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410528061363335138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEEUtx_qz7M/SxYOmwjYL-I/AAAAAAAAABg/iP6Be1z-73I/s320/Nov-Dec+2009+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410528074336202674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEEUtx_qz7M/SxYOng4Wb7I/AAAAAAAAABw/MwvgqxMM-aM/s320/Nov-Dec+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So as the Christmas Season comes to your home, good luck with the tree and remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MiracleBlades don't cut through trees!  Happy Holidays- The Youngest Ambrose Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-2899393569043188788?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2899393569043188788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/2899393569043188788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/2899393569043188788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas-tree.html' title='First Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEEUtx_qz7M/SxYOmwjYL-I/AAAAAAAAABg/iP6Be1z-73I/s72-c/Nov-Dec+2009+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016701342849012858.post-6471278594850716356</id><published>2009-06-29T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:53:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEEUtx_qz7M/SkkUA3PVUWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lu8LE65SBKw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future Post Pending... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016701342849012858-6471278594850716356?l=kmambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6471278594850716356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-got-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6471278594850716356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016701342849012858/posts/default/6471278594850716356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmambrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-got-blog.html' title='We got a Blog!'/><author><name>Kyle and Maren Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13242732602244159702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEaGO9mWXwo/TitkFHE9HRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bdYDFGYlE0A/s220/58487_10150234096400231_845695230_14224778_6382317_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
