<?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-7466793363847432994</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:27:50.922-07:00</updated><category term='q'/><title type='text'>morris family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-2508236931873916105</id><published>2011-02-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:32:30.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie</title><content type='html'>I feel like Allie is growing up so fast and if I don't write a few things about her I just might forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she is 18 months old&lt;br /&gt;-she has Aaron wrapped around her finger&lt;br /&gt;-she loves Aaron like mad&lt;br /&gt;-everyone in the family will do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;-she is a freaking diva&lt;br /&gt;-she throws her self on the floor and freaks out when she doesn't get what she wants (I have never had a kid do this before so I am not quite sure how to handle it)&lt;br /&gt;-she loves, loves, loves shoes and lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;-she loves going outside&lt;br /&gt;-she loves elmo and baby einstein&lt;br /&gt;-she plays so rough for being so little&lt;br /&gt;-she is a bully to her cousins, bigger and smaller ones&lt;br /&gt;-she loves her brothers&lt;br /&gt;-she gives the cutest faces&lt;br /&gt;-she is still so little for her age&lt;br /&gt;-she is only 19lbs&lt;br /&gt;-she loves our dog lucy&lt;br /&gt;-she can pretty much say anything you tell her to say&lt;br /&gt;-she still doesn't sleep thru the night&lt;br /&gt;-she is into everything&lt;br /&gt;-she can destroy a room in 30 sec flat&lt;br /&gt;-she will only give kisses before she goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;-she wants to put her coat and shoes on from the time she wakes up (I guess she thinks that if they are on we will take her somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;-she is so fun to be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night Aaron was saying how glad he was that he convinced me to have one more kid.&lt;br /&gt;Even though 4 kids is so hard and our house is a dissaster 24/7 we all love having Allie around and we are so glad we decided to have one more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-2508236931873916105?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2508236931873916105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=2508236931873916105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2508236931873916105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2508236931873916105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/allie.html' title='Allie'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-5273778892916200286</id><published>2011-02-25T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:19:51.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny cal</title><content type='html'>So the other Day Cal was getting ready for school and this is the conversation between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Cal are you so excited for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: Yay I am excited to play with the awesome boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Boys are so awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: I like the hot girls too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh who are the hot girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: Bree (this is his cousin that is in his class with him) she is crushing on me. She always wants&lt;br /&gt;to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about died of laughter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: mom can we have ninja food or dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what is ninja food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: duh mom you know the food with the rice, and chicken, and the sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh you mean chineese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal: yeah I love chineese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kids just keeps me laughing all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-5273778892916200286?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5273778892916200286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=5273778892916200286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5273778892916200286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5273778892916200286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-cal.html' title='funny cal'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-6782742695925753510</id><published>2010-08-27T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:14:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Allie turns 1</title><content type='html'>Last Sat Aug 21st our little baby girl turned 1.  I can't believe how time files.  This last year with her here has been so much fun.  Sure at times stressful to have 4 kids but everyone in our family adores her.  Things have been crazy around here lately so we opted for parties that we didn't have to have at our house.  That day we met the Dow side at Chick-fil-a for lunch.  The kids had lunch, played on the toys, and we brought tastys cake donuts (spelling??) Allie got toys and clothes.  They kids had a great time.  Later that evening we went with the morris side to Aaron's aunts pool for the other party.  The pool was freezing.  The kids didn't seem to mind too much but there was no way I was getting in.  Allie just put her feet and legs in the pool.  Once again we had treats and presents.   I did make her a little cake but decided to not give it to her at the pool since I didn't want a huge mess to clean up and the aunts house.   I was just going to bag the cake all together but then as I thought about it when Allie looks back on this b-day she would want pictures of her with her cake.  So she got her cake the next day and she took a few bites but didn't get messy at all.  Aaron and I gave her a little princess bike thing that she can sit on or walk behind, baby einstein dvds, and a few outfits.  All in all she had a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to remember about Allie&lt;br /&gt;-she is a little thing.  At her 1 year appt she only weighed 16 lbs 8 oz (that is in the negative %)&lt;br /&gt;  her height is in the 25% and her head is the 90% (sure the only kid of mine to get the morris    &lt;br /&gt;  head had to be my girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She loves attention.  If she is not being entertained by someone she freaks out.  Her brothers&lt;br /&gt;   are so good about making sure she is happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She says boo, mama, dada, tells what the bear and dog say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She gets so dang excited when Aaron comes home.  She just attacks him with kisses.  He has&lt;br /&gt;   such a soft spot for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She crawls like crazy and is into everything.  She totally throws fits when you won't give her&lt;br /&gt;   something she wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She has no desire to walk yet.  She will stand up on things but if you try to hold her hand and&lt;br /&gt;   stand with her she sits right down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She still has no hair what so ever and she won't keep a headband or bow in her hair to save her&lt;br /&gt;  life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We call her rosie all of the time (her middle name is rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She is so cute and we are go happy to have a girl in the family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-6782742695925753510?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6782742695925753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=6782742695925753510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/6782742695925753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/6782742695925753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-allie-turns-1.html' title='Little Allie turns 1'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-1381971602139975122</id><published>2010-08-04T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:31:41.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cal turns 4</title><content type='html'>On July 20th our little Cal turned 4.  He was so happy to have his b-day.  He was counting down the days until he turned 4.   On Monday the 19th we had a swimming party at aunt peggy's pool with the Dow side.  The kids loved swimming.  Instead of a cake Cal wanted a huge cookie from Mrs. Fields so of couse that is what we got for him.  Then the next day was his real b-day.  He woke up early and opened his presents.  We gave him all ben 10 guys.  He loved it.  Then we went to chick fil a for lunch.  After lunch Tiff took him to walmart to get a beta fish.   He named it mud bud.  He did not let anyone feed or look at the fish for the first week he had it.  Then later that night he took 4 little friends that are boys to classic fun center to go on the bounc houses.  Cal was cracking me up.  You could just tell he felt so cool having his very first friend party.  Then on Sunday we had Cal's party with the Morris side.  We went to the "yellow park" by our house as Cal likes to call it.  Cal thought since he was having another party and it had been a few days since his b-day he was now having a party for turing 5.  It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about Cal.  He loves ben 10.  He loves electric eels.  He loves bombs.  He is all boy.  He does not like girls (except his mama.)  He loves sports and thinks he is so awesome at them.  He gives the best hugs.  He loves to tease.  He loves to play with Abe. He loves to say any phrase that involves the words fart or butt.  He is so tiny.  He only weighs 25 lbs.  People can't believe how old he is because he is so small but he is tough for a little man.  Don't even think about calling him small or little to his face or I am pretty sure you will get punched.    I don't know where this kid came from but we love him to death.  He has brought so much fun to our family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-1381971602139975122?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1381971602139975122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=1381971602139975122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1381971602139975122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1381971602139975122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/cal-turns-4.html' title='Cal turns 4'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-5138026768511966218</id><published>2010-04-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:05:38.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another side of Cade</title><content type='html'>Ok so last post you got the fart story so now I have to post about the email Cade's teacher sent me today.  This is the exact email:&lt;br /&gt;Hi Morris'&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know how patient and kind Cade was with his kindergarten buddy today.    His buddy was having a hard time and Cade stepped right up and helped him.  The little kindergarten guy cried because he wanted school pizza and his mother had sent him with a home lunch.  Cade was so cute and cut him off some of his pizza.  Cade may be a little hungrier than usual tonight!  Please praise him and tell him again how proud of him I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how kind is that of Cade.  If you know Cade you know he loves his food and is not usually a fan of sharing it.  I have to admit I am a proud mama.  I often wonder if anything I am trying to teach the kids will ever stick an then they just go and surprise me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am bragging Cade was also the top AR reader for the entire 1st grade.  So next week he gets to meet the principle at Barnes and Noble to pick out any book he wants.  He gets to be the first one to read it and then donate it to the school library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw I love the teacher Cade has for 1st grade.  Mrs. Coles is an awesome teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-5138026768511966218?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5138026768511966218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=5138026768511966218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5138026768511966218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5138026768511966218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-side-of-cade.html' title='Another side of Cade'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-4278638176708101307</id><published>2010-04-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:45:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys boys boys</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Cole and Cade come home from school and as always I have them tell me about there day.  Cole begins with the normal stuff played kick ball, did math, did computers etc...  and then at the end he says "and p.s.  I had to stay in from recess and go to Mr. Skeltons office (he is the princial's intern at the school.)  I am like what the heck and he tells me that the day before at school this kid was chasing him and a few other kids and the other kids called this kid stupid and gay but he assured me he did not say those words but the kids went home to his mom and specifically named Cole and a few other kids as the ones that said those names.  Accorrding to Cole he did not do it and his teacher was outside and saw what happened and cleared Cole of wrong doing.  I said to Aaron I guess Cole was telling the truth if not I am thinking that some one would have contacted me.  Cole is a good kid so I don't think he would do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cade says about this day "I had to write in the naughty book today.  I didn't even know they had a naughty book.  He proceeds to tell me that they were doing math and he rattled off a huge fart and he started laughing and then the whole class starts laughing.  Cade thought he was totally cool for doing that.   The teacher didn't think that was so funny.  So he had to write in the book what the bad action was and what a differnt choice would be so he wrote bad action :I farted in class a better choice: to fart in the bathroom.  Then he told me that he wrote sloppy because he was mad that he had to do it.   I was trying so hard not to laugh because it was just so dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with these boys!  I am sure this is just the start of the trouble with these boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-4278638176708101307?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4278638176708101307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=4278638176708101307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4278638176708101307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4278638176708101307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys boys boys'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-9136196399812478511</id><published>2010-04-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:29:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed trip to St. George</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks back Aaron and I took at No kids allowed trip to St. George.  We have been feeling a lot of stress lately and thought it would be a nice break and let me tell you it totally was.  Who wouldn't love a 3 day trip with out kids and beautiful weather!!!   It was just nice to be able to do whatever we wanted any time we wanted.  A few things we did were hiking, laying out, shopping, eating out, a late movie,  a quick trip to mesquite and of course Aaron didn't gamble.   We felt like newely weds again that was until we pulled up (in the mini van) to a yogart  joint called spoon me and there were about a 50 jr high kids looking at us like we were the oldest people they had ever seen (it was like 11:00 at night) and then it hit us that we are not that young anymore!  We for sure left and found another yogart place up the road that had no one there.  It was such a great trip and it was nice to remember that we actually do like being with each other!  Also a big thanks goes out to all the people who took care of our kids so we could have this trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-9136196399812478511?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9136196399812478511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=9136196399812478511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/9136196399812478511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/9136196399812478511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/much-needed-trip-to-st-george.html' title='Much needed trip to St. George'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-4011255091711870062</id><published>2010-02-23T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:31:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the blogging world</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am back.  I have decided to be better at blogging since this is my only journal.  I feel bad that time is just passing me by and I don't take time to write down what is going on.  So this post was inspired by reading angie's post about what the kids are doing right now.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is so into music.  He asks the what the name of every song is and who sings it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is super into American idol.  After he watches it we have to break down what happened on the show for days.  It is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade can't put the wii down.  I mean really can't stop playing.  It is so bad.  Aaron and I are trying to come up with a system to limit playing time on the wii.  He loves super mario bros, animal crossing, and punch out.  He is obessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal is so funny I just laugh all day long.  Today Cole was at the orthodontist and the girl working was just talking to Cal and out of the blue he said to her "know what I am going to be when I grow big" and she said "what" and he said" a baseball player for the pirates. " I just laughed so hard.  He wants to be so big and do everything his brothers are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal is finally potty trained.  I mean poop and pee.  Such a big step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is such a doll.  Cute as can be.  Bald as can be.  She rolls all over the place all the time.  She has the biggest smile you have ever seen.  She loves her super saucer.  Loves to sit in the high chair but won't eat any baby food fed to her while sitting in there.  She hates to be cuddled (sad for me) and loves to be facing forward at all times to see what is going on.  She can sleep through anything.  She gets kissed about 100 times a day between everyone in the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is busy working.  That is his life story.  He is dialed in on keeping the weight off that he lost.  Loves taking the kids to the library.  Obessed with John Greshman books.   On a major budget and out of debt kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thinking how proud I am of myself for doing an entry on the blog after taking a break for so long.  I don't love working even though I know I have a good job and people would kill to be able to work from home.  Wondering why my life is passing me by so fast and what I am going to do about it.  Trying to relax and spend more time with the kids doing simple things.  Happy that I made it through today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-4011255091711870062?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4011255091711870062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=4011255091711870062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4011255091711870062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4011255091711870062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-blogging-world.html' title='Back in the blogging world'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-7723881244542295894</id><published>2009-09-17T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:07:52.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day to Cole</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that 9 years ago yesterday we were welcoming our first baby to our lives.  I remember feeling so overwhelmed when we got home from the hospital with Cole thinking what in the world am I going to do with this little baby.  We managed to figure it out and thank heavens Cole was a good baby (at least for me.)  We are so glad we have Cole in our family.  It is funny how his personality is such a mix of Aaron and I.  His emotional side for sure comes from me and his desire to always want to learn something new comes from Aaron.  We hope that one day his desire for learning will pay off for him.  Cole is very smart, loving, tender hearted, and fun.   He is so good about helping with Cal and Allie.  He loves to be in charge and is always making sure everyone is doing what they are suposed to be doing.  There is no gray in Coles life just black and white!!!  Cole is a great kid and he is such a good example to his brothers and sister.  Happy Birthaday Coleybear!!!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-7723881244542295894?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7723881244542295894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=7723881244542295894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7723881244542295894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7723881244542295894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-b-day-to-cole.html' title='Happy B-day to Cole'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-8414358844459693218</id><published>2009-09-09T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:06:08.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day to Cade</title><content type='html'>Yes, just yesterday my little Cade turned 7.  He is not so little anymore.  It is hard to believe it has already been 7 years.  It blows me away that he is already in 1st grade.  Cade has been a bundle of fun since he was born.  He loves to play jokes and tricks on everyone (he gets that from his grandpa kriss.)  Cade really makes us laugh so hard all of the time.  It is so funny that one min he can be so so mad and hate everyone single person and thing that ever existed and then later that same day he can be the most loving little boy you have ever seen.  It is hard not to have a total soft spot for Cade because when he gets sad he has the biggest tears you have ever seen.  You just feel so bad for the poor kid even if he is the one causing the trouble.  He also has so many friends.  Cade is the kind of kid that will be nice and play with anybody and we love that about him.  He is going to be a heartbreaker/trouble maker in a few years.  Aaron and I are really going to have to keep a close eye on Cade.  We love you Cade and are so happy that you are in our family.   Happy birthday Caderbug!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-8414358844459693218?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8414358844459693218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=8414358844459693218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8414358844459693218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8414358844459693218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-b-day-to-cade.html' title='Happy B-day to Cade'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-350416894682121695</id><published>2009-09-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:55:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to post about Allie but things have been so crazy.  So while I have a few min I thought I would do a post.  It has been beyond fun to have Allie in our family.  She has brought so much joy to us.  You forget how tender it is to have a newborn to hold and cuddle.  I think besides Allie being our only girl it seems like we are taking it in more because we know for sure that she is our last.  So you are always thinking to yourself this is the last time that (fill in the blank) so we have seemed to enjoy it so much more.  We for sure are tired all of the time but hopefully that will only last a few more weeks!!  The boys adore Allie.  Cal is in her face all of the time telling her how cute she is and how much he loves her.  Cole and Cade are so good about holding her if she is crying or just talking to her while she is awake.  People will ask Aaron if he feels differently about having a girl and he will say not yet because she is just a baby but you should hear how cute he is with her calling her sweetie and princess (yes Aaron really does have a softer side.)  It melts my heart to see him with her.  There is just something so sweet about a dad and a daughter.  Before I forget she had her 2 week check up and she weighed 7 lbs and 8 oz and was 19 and 3/4 inches long.  The dr. said she looks great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I was not the one that posted the pics of Allie.  I know I am so sorry.  I really did give my password to my sister in law (thanks Sarah) so that we could get a few pics of Allie on the blog.  I know so sad but I blog from my work computer and if I were to download pictures on this computer I would be in big trouble.  So until we stop being so cheap and get our own internet line we will have to do with out picutres on the blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-350416894682121695?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/350416894682121695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=350416894682121695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/350416894682121695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/350416894682121695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/allie.html' title='Allie'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-2681374385145170084</id><published>2009-08-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:38:29.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie Rose Morris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9Kb8ECpEI/AAAAAAAAACA/nR77yNIToHE/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594724316292162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9Kb8ECpEI/AAAAAAAAACA/nR77yNIToHE/s320/DSC01442.JPG" /&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;She's finally here! Allie Rose Morris arrived at 2:36 pm on Friday August 21, 2009. She weighs 6 pounds 14 ounces and is 19 and a 1/2 inches long. Little Allie Rose is absolutely perfect and beautiful! We are so excited to have her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9KcSYK0jI/AAAAAAAAACI/EREMQBMXfB0/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594730306294322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9KcSYK0jI/AAAAAAAAACI/EREMQBMXfB0/s320/DSC01444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9Kc6y2cZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1kdZ2Gov7tY/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372594741155623314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9Kc6y2cZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1kdZ2Gov7tY/s320/DSC01445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-2681374385145170084?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2681374385145170084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=2681374385145170084' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2681374385145170084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2681374385145170084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/allie-rose-morris.html' title='Allie Rose Morris'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgwfnvnesDI/So9Kb8ECpEI/AAAAAAAAACA/nR77yNIToHE/s72-c/DSC01442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-1921403934409096962</id><published>2009-07-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:52:49.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken arm for Cade</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy few weeks so I am a bit behind but I can't forget to blog about Cade's broken arm.  Last Tues we were at Riverdale park with cousins just enjoying some lunch and letting the kids play.  We had been there an hour or so and apparently the kids were playing jail and Cade did not want to play anymore so he decided to go on the slide instead.  His cute little cousin wanted him to still play so he came to get Cade from the top of the slide and tried to get him to put him into jail and it threw Cade off balance and he fell from the top of an 8 foot slide.  I heard screaming and my sister ran over and scooped Cade up and his arm was just totally bent and hanging there.  I seriously thought I was going to throw up when I saw his arm.  I am no Dr. but for sure I knew it was broken.  So off we rush to the emergency room.  He is a tough kid.  For the amount of pain he was in he didn't cry very much at all.   The x-rays showed both bones in his arm were broken.  They called the orthopedist to come and put the bones back into place.  So they knocked Cade totally out and put the bones back together and casted him up (I left the room for this part but Aaron stayed with him).  4 hours later we were finally back home.  Cade had a few rough days after that but now he is feeling back to normal.  We go back to the Dr. tomorrow to see if he will need surgery but we are hoping that everything has stayed in place to we can avoid surgery.   Cade sure felt pretty special after all of this.  He got lots of treats, money, toys, and phone calls.  He thought it was pretty cool that everyone cared so much.  He is also excited for when people will be able to sign his cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-1921403934409096962?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1921403934409096962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=1921403934409096962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1921403934409096962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1921403934409096962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-arm-for-cade.html' title='Broken arm for Cade'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-7129342203725807562</id><published>2009-07-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:38:53.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cal's 3rd B-day</title><content type='html'>So on July 20th Cal turned 3!!  My how the time has flown by.  For his b-day he really wanted to go camping so the weekend before his b-day we headed to the uintah's for a few days of outdoor fun.  As most of you know I am not a big camper but we did have a trailor to sleep in that had a flushable toilet and hot showers.  So I could not complain too much.  We really had a good time.  The boys were in heaven just running around, fishing, and taking rides on the ranger and 4-wheeler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this actual b-day he woke up and opened his presents (all he wanted was ben 10 guys) then he wanted to eat at the mall for lunch and later that evening we had a party at the splash pad in South Ogden with family.  He had a great b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal is such a crazy kid.  He has so much spunk.  Dude could go all day just running around like a mad man.  I thought Cade was crazy but Cal is 10 times crazier than Cade was.   He is so sassy.  His favorite saying is "guess what" and you say what and then he says"chicken poo."  It is so funny.   If he does not get his way or if you have just done something to make him mad you will for sure be called a meanie dork and he will most likely hit you as well.  He does have a loving side also.  Most mornings he wakes up before I do and he will come in my room with the biggest smile and say "good morning sunshine" and always has a hug and kiss to go with it.   We just love how much personality Cal has.  He has made our lives so much fun.  We love our little Cal dearly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-7129342203725807562?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7129342203725807562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=7129342203725807562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7129342203725807562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7129342203725807562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/cals-3rd-b-day.html' title='Cal&apos;s 3rd B-day'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-1398158283787427665</id><published>2009-06-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:59:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Aaron</title><content type='html'>Aaron turned 35 on Friday the 12th!!!  We went to dinner at Tucanos in gateway (which by the way was way better than I ever thought it would be)  and then off to the Joel Mchale comdey show.  I love the show "the soup" and I think Joel (the host of the soup) is so funny.  So when I found out that he was coming on Aaron's b-day I was crossing my fingers that Aaron would be kind enough to go on his b-day to a guy that he never seen before on tv and lucky for me he said he would go with me.  The show was so freaking funny.  I laughed so hard.  Aaron kind of laughed (but you have to watch his show to get a lot of his jokes.)  A great time was had by all!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun part a few things I love about Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-He works so hard to provide for our family.&lt;br /&gt;2-He is awesome with our boys.  They have so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;3-He helps arounds the house and I could not do it with out him.  It is true I think I have only cleaned the kitchen a handful of times in the 13 years we have been married. &lt;br /&gt;4-He is HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;5-I love his funny personality.   Although it is that funny personality that has embarrassed me on a few occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Aaron!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-1398158283787427665?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1398158283787427665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=1398158283787427665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1398158283787427665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1398158283787427665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-b-day-aaron.html' title='Happy B-day Aaron'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-3722170385842086646</id><published>2009-05-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:52:50.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Ok had to blog about what the kids and Aaron did for me for mothers day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole-made me a book that was called "best mom ever."  The first page said this:  She has twinkles in her eyes.  She smells so sweet like bloosems  She's the only thing that touches.  And she is so lovely.   Then a picture of the two of us.   Next page: Roses are red, vilots are blue, there's nothing sweeter than you.  Then a bunch of pages of hearts.  It was a really cute book and he thought of everything to say by himself.   In primary they asked the kids questions and the question Cole got was : What does your mom like to do in her free time?  He said:  Lay down and take a nap.  I was a bit embaressed but it is totally true.  If I can squeeze a few min nap in I am a much happier mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade-made me a book also called mom and the seasons.  He drew pictures of each holiday with me in it.  He said it took him two hours because there were so many words to write.  I was a fun book.  He also gave me a paper that said I love my mom because:  you're nice, you take me to blockbuster, and let me watch tv.  What an easy kid to please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal-drew me a picture (with the help of cole) of me and they even cut and taped yarn to the picture for my hair.  It was a work of art.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron-he did a great job also.  He gave me a card where he made of the following poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you say to the "mother of the year"&lt;br /&gt;A women so beautiful, so wonderful, and so full of cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about thank you for all that you do&lt;br /&gt;For the smiles, the hugs, and cleaning of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children, they are so lucky to have a mother so neat&lt;br /&gt;so helpful, so caring, and so hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you mother, a very special gal&lt;br /&gt;As Cal would say, you are a very special pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If roses are red and violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;we certainly love you through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the tops of our heads to the bottome of our toes&lt;br /&gt;we hope on this day our love surely shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep in a bit, not a care to be had&lt;br /&gt;we hope this breakfast is not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show you this day our thanks and our love&lt;br /&gt;for an angel from heaven who fell from above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so how cute is that.  Aaron is pretty creative when he wants to be.  I really did have a good mothers day thanks to all the hard work from Aaron and the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-3722170385842086646?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3722170385842086646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=3722170385842086646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3722170385842086646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3722170385842086646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-4053768618951816367</id><published>2009-04-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:44:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime</title><content type='html'>I went to wicked last night (more to come on that) and as we were getting seated I saw someone from a distance who looked like President Monson but I thought that can't be him because he would have way better seats then where he was sitting.  I watched him for a min then asked a few of the girls that I was with if they thought it was him and we all agreed that it looked like him and we were going to take a closer look.  So as we started walking towards him we realized that it indeed it was President Monson (the body guard by him should have given it away.)  As we were almost to him I said to the body guard can we say hi to him.  He said yes say hi but keep walking while you are saying hi.  So I said President Monson and he turned around and I was planning on just waiving and walking but he put out his hand to shake my hand.  So I totally got to shake President Monson's hand and so did the other 3 girls that came down with me to see if it was him.  We told him that we loved him and asked him if he had seen wicked before and he said no but I am a showaholic.  Then about 4 more body/security guard came over and told us we had to be on our way.  On our way back to our seats we were watching people starting to try to come down and meet President Monson but after us they were not letting anybody by him at all.  A few min later my boyfriend President Uchtdorf (ok not my boyfriend but for an older man he is hot and he gives really good talks) came in and sat a row below president monson and they were not letting anyone near him also.   At intermission the cameras were going off like crazy.  It really was insane.  You could hear people talking to each other and on their cell phones telling everyone that President Monson and Uchtdorf were at the play.  Then President Monson waived his white handkerchief to everyone.   Let me tell you my friends it was an AMAZING experience.  The spirit that he carries is so strong.  I came back to my seat and thanked heavenly father about a million times for allowing me that experience.  Something so little like that was such a testimony builder for me.  It also made me feel so grateful to live in Utah and to be so close to the prophet, church, and temples.  I know for sure somthing like this is never going to happen again and I was so lucky to have had that chance.  I really felt like crying the entire night because I was so thankful to have had that experience and it made me realize just how grateful I was for so many little things that I take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Wicked.  I am in love love love with that play.  It was incredible.  I wish I had tickets to see it again.  I didn't know the songs at all but felt like totally singing along with the songs anyway.  It was awesome!!!  And I for sure will be putting the cd on my ipod.   What a great night out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-4053768618951816367?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4053768618951816367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=4053768618951816367' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4053768618951816367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4053768618951816367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-8334999316243695114</id><published>2009-03-25T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:04:31.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Hadley</title><content type='html'>My sister Candace entered Hadley into this singing contest on 97.1.  If she gets the most votes they win a backyard playset.  So I am hoping everyone will go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.971zht.com/pages/kiddieokee/"&gt;http://www.971zht.com/pages/kiddieokee/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vote for Hadley.  Once you have clicked on this website go to view ages 5-7 and Hadley is entry number 5.  She is so super cute singing her song.  The voting closes April 2nd so go vote!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-8334999316243695114?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8334999316243695114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=8334999316243695114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8334999316243695114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8334999316243695114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-hadley_25.html' title='Vote for Hadley'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-8829857662001502249</id><published>2009-03-12T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:26:31.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl</title><content type='html'>Ok so today was our 16 week appointment and we found out what we are having............&lt;br /&gt;It is a GIRL!!!  I am still in shock.  We finally broke the Morris trend of boys.  They were 8 for 8 on boys and now finally a Morris boy produced a girl.  I am so super excited.  I told Aaron I deserve one girl after having a house full of crazy boys.  I also told Aaron I am now glad I listened to him about having one more baby.  The boys are excited also.  Cole and Cade were both pulling for a girl.  Aaron said he didn't care either way he was just happy it was healthy.  I have had her name picked out forever.  She will be Allie Morris.  We are still discussing if she will have a middle name.   That is the excitement for the day and now I need to start shopping for girl things.  How fun is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This goes out to Melanie S. and Michelle L.  Ladies there is hope for a girl and you both need to try one more time to get your girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-8829857662001502249?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8829857662001502249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=8829857662001502249' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8829857662001502249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/8829857662001502249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-or-girl.html' title='Boy or Girl'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-5251292681391357203</id><published>2009-03-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:30:01.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am a bit behind on posting this but had to so I could remember what Cade has been doing.  He has had a loose tooth for a month or so and last week we were going to the dentist for our  6 month cleanings and Cole convinced Cade to just have the dentist pull his tooth out.   Cole loves having the dentist pull his loose teeth because they give him numbing cream and 2 seconds later the tooth is out (no pain) and they give you a cute little treasure box to keep the tooth in.  So after hearing all of these great things about how it doesn't hurt if the dentist pulls it Cade decided that he was going to have the dentist do it.   So on Tuesday Feb 24th 2009 Cade lost his first tooth.  He was so excited.  He kept sticking his tounge through the hole in his mouth.  It was really cute.  So later that night I tell Cade go put your tooth under your pillow but DON'T do it when Cal is watching.  Sure enough Cade does it right when Cal is watching and not a min later Cal has Cades treasure box but no tooth in it.  Cade was freaking out at Cal to find his tooth.  All Cal kept saying is it is in the treasure box.  We tore there room apart and could not find the tooth.  Cade was so upset.  I felt so bad for him.  We told him that the tooth fairy would still come even with out a tooth under his pillow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next morning Cade woke up to find $2.00 under his pillow.  Then Grandpa Kriss came over and gave him $5.00 for losing his first tooth.   Then Cade comes out and says "can we got to the store"  I say "what for"  Cade says " I am going to buy a wii game with my money that I got"  I  say " ummm wii games cost $50.00 you only have $7.00"  Cade says "so how many more teeth do I have to lose before I can buy a wii game"  I say " about 7 more teeth"  he says "well that sucks"  I was laughing so hard.  He is just a funny kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last story about Cade my sister Tiff was over the other day and went downstairs to say Hi to Cade (of couse he was playing the wii) and he was just being silly and she said to him " Cade you are so crazy and Cade says back "you can say that again."  There is not a dull moment at our house with Cade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-5251292681391357203?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5251292681391357203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=5251292681391357203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5251292681391357203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5251292681391357203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/cade.html' title='Cade'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-4549688004527510282</id><published>2009-02-18T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:32:43.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we totally insane or what??</title><content type='html'>Ok last post for the day to catch up.  I know it is a little on the cheesy side to post this on the blog but I am not one to call everyone and let them know the news.  So the rumors you have been hearing are true Aaron and I are expecting number 4 in late Aug.  It freaks me out to even type the number 4.   A while back we were discussing if we wanted another one or not and Aaron felt very stongly about it.  At that point I could have gone either way but I prayed about it and didn't feel like we were done.  So we tried for about 9 months and then I got scared and went back on the pill.  After Aaron telling me for 3 months that our child will one day come to us and ask why we didn't bring it down here to earth when we knew it was waiting for us made me finally break and I told Aaron I would give him until dec to get me prego or that would be it for us.  And sure enough Nov was the magical month.  I really didn't think it was going to happen but I guess the lord knows what he is doing.  So I have had 2 appts with Dr. Bierer and I am 13 weeks tomorrow.  Now I have had people already ask me "do you want a girl" my answer is of course I want a girl but if I get a boy that will be fine also it will save me money on clothes!!!  The boys are so excited especially Cole.  He loves babies and is so cute with them.  Aaron has been a real trooper.  He has had to pick up lots of the slack around here with me being so sick and he has done a great job.  He has also had to hear me rant, on many occasions, on how he did this to me and how I should have never listened to him.  He knows that I really don't mean those things but he is a good sport to just sit back and take it!!!  We are excited and know this will bring us much joy and we also know that we are for sure done with number 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-4549688004527510282?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4549688004527510282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=4549688004527510282' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4549688004527510282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/4549688004527510282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-totally-insane-or-what.html' title='Are we totally insane or what??'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-5081019170507507728</id><published>2009-02-18T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:13:32.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundee's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok I am trying to post something about b-days this year and since my sister Sundee turned the big 30 on Sunday Feb 15th I had to give her a post.  Sundee and I did many things growing up together.  We always shared a room, due to the fact that I hated sleeping by myself so we had a great time sharing a room.  Her friends would come and knock on our window and she would sneak out late at night and wander the neighborhood, of couse I did not go I was way too scared of the kidnappers and robbers!!!  When we got our dog Bailey Sundee insisted that it sleep with her in our room and I remember getting so mad at her when bailey would do his business on our floor in the middle of the night so I would always send her to clean it up.  It only took a few weeks of that before Bailey was sleeping outside.  I remember when we were in Hawaii and my dad pushed her into this pool of water and she thought it was me and she yelled at me "you are such a hoe-bag"  After Cole was born I was a completed mess and she was at my house everyday helping me.  I didn't think she was going to have her own birthing experience (little did we know at the time) so I invited her to watch Cal being born and I will never forget the look on her face.  I am pretty sure she would not want to see that again and nor would I!!! I could go on and on but I will leave you with this Sundee is a good friend, sister, and mom.  I love her dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-5081019170507507728?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5081019170507507728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=5081019170507507728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5081019170507507728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5081019170507507728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundees-b-day.html' title='Sundee&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-2186797635349920734</id><published>2009-02-18T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:01:51.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Aaron and I had a great Valentines Day.  We swithced overnight babysitting with my sister Candace so we had her kids on Friday night and she had our kids on Sat night.  Aaron started off the day by giving me flowers and a card which I loved.  Then around 4:45 we dropped the kids off to Candance and we headed off to Ye Lions Den for dinner.  Let me just say yum....  We both love their food and the fact that they take reservations made it a perfect place to eat.  After that we headed back to our house to hang out for the night.  It was just so nice to relax without kids.  And the best part was sleeping in Sunday morning.  Cal usually gets up between 5:45-6:30 and I didn't even get out of bed until 8:30 it was fantastic!!  Thanks pooh for the great time.  Love ya lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-2186797635349920734?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2186797635349920734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=2186797635349920734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2186797635349920734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2186797635349920734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-6008700490724563039</id><published>2009-01-27T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:21:16.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January low down</title><content type='html'>Ok it has been a while since I have done a post but things have been crazy busy around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A few weeks ago we talked to Cal about having the binky fairy come.  So basically we talked Cal into cutting up his binkies,  putting them in a sack on the front porch, and then the binky fairy came and took away the binkies and brought toys in place of the binkies.  For those of you who know Cal that was a HUGE step.  He was so addicted to his binky.  He had it all of the time.  I was really impressed with how well this went over.  He had a few days where he would ask where his binky went and I would remind him that he got toys for his binkies.     But for real he didn't even cry and of course I cried thinking it was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done but he was such a big boy about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cole got his report card and I am so proud of him.  He did such a great job.  He works so hard in school and does what the teacher asks him to do.  I hope he always has a desire to learn and do well in school.  We have not gotten Cade's report card yet but I am sure it will be great also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My sister Tiff had a b-day.  I love tiff to death.  She is always giving me songs on my ipod that are anything but country.   We go to lunch once a week and have so much fun doing it.  She also is a great aunt to my boys.  They love to have "parties" with her when Aaron and I go out of town.   She is a great sister to have.  Love a T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dad also had a b-day.  My dad is a great guy.  He is very kind and thoughtful.  He loves his "buddies" so much.  He is a great example to me and my family and we love him dearly and are thankful to have him as a dad/grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aaron's grandma Clifton celebrated her 100th b-day.  Can you even imagine being 100 years old?  She is such a sweetie and we love her to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is jan in a nutshell.  I for sure will be better at posting next month.  I feel like time is passing me by so quickly that I need to make my journaling a priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-6008700490724563039?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6008700490724563039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=6008700490724563039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/6008700490724563039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/6008700490724563039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-low-down.html' title='January low down'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-2124782763187788516</id><published>2009-01-02T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:04:20.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 was great</title><content type='html'>8 great things that happened to us in 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cole was baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We took a really fun trip to St. George as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cade started kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We were/are all very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Aaron and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I survived 2 weeks with the kids and the dog while Aaron went on 2 history trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Took a trip to Brandon's cabin and had a fun time boating, going to a rodeo, playing games,&lt;br /&gt;      and roasting marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Enjoyed the little things with the kids like watching movies, bowling, swimming,&lt;br /&gt;      playing games, playing in the snow, fishing, and much more.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a great 2009!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-2124782763187788516?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2124782763187788516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=2124782763187788516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2124782763187788516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2124782763187788516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-was-great.html' title='2008 was great'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-7088420205891235914</id><published>2009-01-02T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:50:45.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas. The boys were so excited. We had no problem getting them to bed Christams eve but Cole came into our room at 4:45 AM and asked if we could open presents. I said you can go and look and see if Santa has come yet but you have to go back to bed for 1 more hour. So after he looked he went back into bed and sure enough at 5:45 he came back into our room to let us know it had been an hour. We managed to hold him off until 6:10 and then off to open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal was so cute. He loved everything he got. Everytime he opened a present he got so excited and wanted it open right that min. He loved his hammer to most. Cole was very slow opening his presents he wanted it to last as long as possible. He was most excited about getting Zoo Tycoon. Cade was searching through his presents trying to find one that looked like lego batman, too bad it wasn't in any of his presents. He had to wait to get that one from grandma but he loved his treasure chest that he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the gifts were open we took the boys downstairs for our family present. We got an air hockey table. The boys thought it was the greatest present. I have had this sitting it storage for 9 months. I found it at Sears on clearance for 25.00. We were not sure how good it would be but much to our suprise it is a really good table. Aaron and I have also had a great time playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 we went to my moms for breakfast and presents. Everyone had a great time. Then back to our house for a nap and playing with a few toys. Then off to Aarons moms at 4:00 where we had dinner, the children acted out the Christmas story, and opened presents. Once again everyone had a great time. It was such a great Christmas and we are so blessed to have great families to spend them with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-7088420205891235914?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7088420205891235914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=7088420205891235914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7088420205891235914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7088420205891235914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/christams.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-7652444383631691008</id><published>2008-12-18T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:37:33.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please some one make the madness stop</title><content type='html'>So I started out the day thinking today will be a great day.  I will finish my Christmas shopping, get my work done early, get the house picked up, and get to the gym.  Well this is how my day went Cade and Cal fighting all morning, Aaron calling me to let me know the check engine light went on in his car and we need to get it in asap, going to shopko and picking up some boxes to wrap presents in for 5.99 a pack only to go to the dollar store next to see a 3 pack of boxes for 1.00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to pick the kids up from school and some old feller backed into me.  It did way more damage to his car than it did to mine but nevertheless I still have to take it into the shop to be fixed.  And the dude tried to tell me that since it was in a parking lot we would each pay for the damage to our own cars but believe me I set him completely straight by tell him I was sitting there in park when he backed into me so it was completely his fault and he is responsible to pay for my damages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come home and the neighbors come over and I am on the phone with the insurance companies trying to get the claim for the car called in so basically ignoring the kids to come down stairs 1 hour later to find PEN again on 3 spots on the wall (thanks so much Cal), laffy taffy wrappers everywhere (wont mention who ate all of these), and toys everywhere.  So I make all who is at my house clean up the mess they have made.  On my way home from my moms and Aaron calls to let me know the dishwasher is leaking water everywhere and he has no idea how to fix it so we will need to call for that to be repaired in the morning (Since Aaron is the kitchen guy you can imagine how much he needs/wants that dishwasher fixed.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Coles game to have his team totally lose and have him balling that he didn't score a basket and this is the very last b-ball game (thank heavens for that) and here I sit with 2 more hours of work still to go, a disaster of a house, and for sure there is no chance that I get to the gym.  Where the hell did I go wrong today?   I am waiving my white flag for today!!  I surrender!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-7652444383631691008?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7652444383631691008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=7652444383631691008' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7652444383631691008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7652444383631691008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-some-one-make-madness-stop.html' title='Please some one make the madness stop'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-1086715060024157110</id><published>2008-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:04:38.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Village</title><content type='html'>Every year we have a tradition of going to Christmas Village.  This stems from Aaron and I going there on our very first date.  So we have gone every year now for 13 years.  It is so festive down there and just gets you in the Christmas spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although  we had a miserable time last year down there because we lost Cade for a good 15 min. I have recovered from that incident and decided that this time we would have the "never leave mom and dads site" talk before we get out of the car instead of after when I was in tears and 1/2 of the people there were helping us look for Cade.  An experience that is burned into my mind forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Trevor and his family and had such a good time.  The kids loved seeing Santa and I must say this really was the cutest Santa I have ever seen.  Cal asked for a Hammer and Scooby toys, Cade asked for lego batman, and Cole aske for Zoo Tycoon (kym are you suprised by that one?)  The booths were all so cute and Cal totally loved all the lights.  It was a bit  cold but we had a great time.  I hope to continue to go there for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-1086715060024157110?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1086715060024157110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=1086715060024157110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1086715060024157110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1086715060024157110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-village.html' title='Christmas Village'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-3871382622692413675</id><published>2008-12-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:51:00.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q'/><title type='text'>Why is it that Cal is so naughty??</title><content type='html'>Really, can't I catch a break with this kid.  Cal always seems to get into so much trouble on the days I have to volunteer at the school (now that I think about it he is getting into trouble everyday).  So I am getting ready for the day and Cade comes in my room crying his eyes out that Cal has done something to the avent calendar.  So I go out and sure enough he has has taken out all of the ornaments from the calendar and shoved them down the central vac thing that is in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now you say what is the problem with that?  Well we are only plumbed for central vac we don't have the whole unit.  So according to my brother in law they are just stuck somewhere in a pipe and there is really no way to get them out.  So I explain this to Cade and tell him we will have to buy new ones.  As he is crying he is telling me that is not going to work because those ornaments were so special to him.  Then Cole comes home from school and gets the news from Cade and he starts freaking out about it.  Then they start yelling at Cal and Cal starts calling everyone a "meanie" and trys to karate chop the boys.  So then I freak out and send everyone to there rooms and tell them to come out when they are calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I am headed to Michaels at some point tonight to get new ornaments.   And to top it off  I was late again to help at the school because I was trying to stick my vacuum hose down the central vac thing to see if I could suck up any ornaments.  Yeah it didn't work!!!  That kid is going to be the death of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-3871382622692413675?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3871382622692413675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=3871382622692413675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3871382622692413675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3871382622692413675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-it-that-cal-is-so-naughty.html' title='Why is it that Cal is so naughty??'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-2135733692793118513</id><published>2008-12-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:23:36.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Girl Nat</title><content type='html'>This post goes out to my best girl Nat.  I just have to thank her for getting my blog all set up for me.  She updates my backgrounds with the seasons and does my playlists.  One day she is going to get me going with pics on the blog (if I could only get bryan over here to hook up my internet on the other computer!!!)  Nat has lived in Missouri for 3 years now and I miss her dearly.  I keep hoping that one day they will move back but I am thankful we have been able to maintain our friendship even miles apart.  Love ya Nat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-2135733692793118513?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2135733692793118513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=2135733692793118513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2135733692793118513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/2135733692793118513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-girl-nat.html' title='Best Girl Nat'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-3489855496504828548</id><published>2008-11-18T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:27:59.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fav Family Night Ever</title><content type='html'>Ok so once a year around Thanksgiving time we have had a family night where I make turkeys and put a pictures of each person on the turkey and then on the feathers we write why we are greatful for that person.  It really is one of my most favorite nights of the year (this is our 3rd year doing this).  We say nice things to each other throughout the year but never are we all together saying nice things about everyone in our family.  I have to post some of the things that were said.  They were so tender.  Of course I cried thru the whole thing.  There was just such a stong spirit of love in our house while we were having this lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole to Cade:  I am thankful for Cade because he always makes me smile.  He is the best brother ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade to mom:  I am thankful for mom because she lets me go on trips.  She buys me new pjs, and she gives really good hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal to Cole:  I am thankful for Cole because he plays with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal to Cade:  I am thankful for Cade because he turns on Scooby-doo for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole to dad:  I am thankful for my dad because he takes me places.  When I am sick he will stay home from school with me and comfort me.  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad to Cal:  I am thankful for Cal and for his energy he brings to this family and his infectious personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom to Cole:  I am thankful for Cole because he has such a sweet spirit.  He is very kind.  He gives awesome hugs and kisses and he always looks so very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were just a few of the nice things that were said.  I would encourage everyone to do something similar to this.  It just worked out so well.  Now the turkeys are on our front door for everyone to see why we are thankful for each other!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-3489855496504828548?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3489855496504828548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=3489855496504828548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3489855496504828548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/3489855496504828548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/fav-family-night-ever.html' title='Fav Family Night Ever'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-364956319076470026</id><published>2008-11-13T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:08:06.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What!? No tooth fairy</title><content type='html'>Ok so this morning Cole was getting ready for school and out of the blue he says, "mom are you and dad really the tooth fairy"  I was shocked.  I sat there for a second and said "do you really want to know" he said "yes tell me the truth"  So I told him that yes moms and dads are the tooth fairy.  I thought he was going to cry when I said that. I felt horrible but I thought I should tell him the truth. Then I asked him if he was ok and he said "yeah I am fine.  I knew it wasn't the tooth fairy that left Reagan(neighbor girl) fairy dust all over her pillow!"  Then I asked him how he knew and he said " I was just thinking that a tooth fairy could not get to all the houses of all the kids who lost a tooth.  So I know that the tooth fairy sends a note to the kids mom and dad and lets them know how much money to leave them."  I said "yep you have it figured out".  I just couldn't bring myself to tell him the full truth.  It was so cute that he still believed a little.  Now lets just hope he doesn't ask about Santa.  I am not ready for that discussion!!!   I am just not ready for my kids to grow up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-364956319076470026?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/364956319076470026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=364956319076470026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/364956319076470026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/364956319076470026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-no-tooth-fairy.html' title='What!? No tooth fairy'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-7801199778208759612</id><published>2008-10-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:47:05.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jax Dallin Haywood</title><content type='html'>Ok so how could I not post about Jax.  I am just so sad I don't have pictures for everyone to see.   He is so stinkin' cute!! You will have to go to Sundee and Bryan's blog to see him.  Anyway long story short I have known for about a month that Sundee and Bryan were getting another baby.  They told me that a lady that Bryan's mom works with, her daughter was pregnant and was having a boy and she wanted them to adopt him.  He was born on Sunday.  He was a month early.  So they were so not prepared.  The best part about it is no one in my family knew except Aaron and I.  So imagine the suprise my family got tonight as Sundee and Bryan walked into my mom and dad's house with a newborn baby in the car seat.  Everyone was freaking out.  Everyone was also so impressed that I was able to keep a secret.  It was so fun to see him.  Who would have guessed 3 years ago that Sundee and Bryan would now have 3 kids, ages 2,&lt;br /&gt;11 months, and 3 days old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-7801199778208759612?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7801199778208759612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=7801199778208759612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7801199778208759612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/7801199778208759612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-jax-dallin-haywood.html' title='Baby Jax Dallin Haywood'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-5613408365793875219</id><published>2008-10-24T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:34:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-5613408365793875219?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5613408365793875219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=5613408365793875219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5613408365793875219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/5613408365793875219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466793363847432994.post-1770671587403476454</id><published>2008-10-24T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:32:14.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally doing posts/cal</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know it is weird doing posts without pictures but I thought I might as well start somewhere.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So my first post is about our crazy son Cal.  He is 2 years and 3 months old and this kids is the biggest terror.  So this week he figured out how to open doors in our house.  So yesterday he opened the office door downstairs and found a marker and went to town on the walls.  Then last night he found a pen and drew all over one of the walls in our master bedroom.  So we went to get the mr. clean magic eraser thing and it is not so magic for pen.  It worked great on the marker but I still have pen all over my wall.  So if anyone has any great ideas on how to get pen out they would be welcomed.  Then today I am doing my hair and cade yells at me from the kitchen saying " mom get out here now we have a real problem" so I come out to find cal with lysol toilet bowl cleaner in this hand and it was on him, his blanket, the kitchen floor (all over) and a little on the carpet.  I was freaking out.  I think today was the first time Cal has gotten in trouble from me.  I was running around like a crazy lady trying to get it all cleaned up.  So I got it looking decent and then looked at the time cade was already 15 min (I was  helping in his class today so I was 15 min late also) late for school and he needed to bring a pumpkin to school and all I had was one of those tiny ones.  Cade kept telling me that his teacher said it needed to be a big one but I told him that was all we had.  So when he brought it to school his teacher just started laughing and so did I because that is just how the day had gone.  Good thing Mrs. Farr is always prepared and she brought a few extra pumpkins for the kids in her class who have crazy moms like myself.  I am scared that this is just the beginning of Cal causing me trouble.   P.S. I am headed to the store tonight to find something to go over our door handles!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466793363847432994-1770671587403476454?l=morrisfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1770671587403476454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466793363847432994&amp;postID=1770671587403476454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1770671587403476454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466793363847432994/posts/default/1770671587403476454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrisfive.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-doing-postscal.html' title='Finally doing posts/cal'/><author><name>Morris Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03169778626795264579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
