<?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-6914884682278207077</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:52:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby-Lindsey-Boston-Baby Beck</title><subtitle type='html'>{The Martinez's}</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2318805702209456827</id><published>2012-02-17T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:52:32.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Caught UP!</title><content type='html'>All week I've been so excited for Thursday to come! Bobby took Boston and Beckett to California to visit his family for the weekend... As soon as Wednesday hit I was soooo sad! Then when they finally left on Thursday I didn't know what to do with myself! They haven't even been gone for 24 hours and I've already facetimed with them 4 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T0AElXzC5k/Tz6AiUODrUI/AAAAAAAACk8/ETCmnisL1MI/s1600/395558_10150633282284241_563424240_8767175_1170356278_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T0AElXzC5k/Tz6AiUODrUI/AAAAAAAACk8/ETCmnisL1MI/s400/395558_10150633282284241_563424240_8767175_1170356278_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yes, my 2 year old has Beats by Dre and he loves them!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bobby sent me this yesterday after he got in. I was SO relieved to see that they both did absolutely AMAZING on the flight! Bobby would have had a meltdown if they wouldn't have! I miss them a TON. But I do need this weekend! I'll be the first to admit it... Whit and I are going to have a blast! I'm sure of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 10- self portrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSZ6LvvGGtw/Tz6B4glSkYI/AAAAAAAAClE/J35AscxjHJc/s1600/self+portrait.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSZ6LvvGGtw/Tz6B4glSkYI/AAAAAAAAClE/J35AscxjHJc/s400/self+portrait.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't take this ON the day of the self portrait picture... No body wanted to see me THAT day! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 11- makes you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmpXnK7AsmM/Tz6CIyW_F9I/AAAAAAAAClM/R-tGN_ES7c0/s1600/makes+me+happy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmpXnK7AsmM/Tz6CIyW_F9I/AAAAAAAAClM/R-tGN_ES7c0/s400/makes+me+happy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this the sweetest thing you've ever seen!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 12- closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdej27cEm5U/Tz6C7eYc9kI/AAAAAAAAClc/uuajnYpy7w4/s1600/closet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdej27cEm5U/Tz6C7eYc9kI/AAAAAAAAClc/uuajnYpy7w4/s400/closet.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of people have seen my closet... And everyone that has knows exactly how OCD I am about it! Right now I only have about 1/4th of my clothes but they are still color coded by sleeve length. Don't judge. Everything else is extremely organized also... I don't know why? Even in high school, my room would be a disaster, but my closet? Perfect....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 13- blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDIkrx9Imw/Tz6CcnCs9jI/AAAAAAAAClU/V7H7ukdGYiw/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDIkrx9Imw/Tz6CcnCs9jI/AAAAAAAAClU/V7H7ukdGYiw/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gap FINALLY came out with v-necks! I've been searching everywhere for some because I thought they'd look so cute on Boston! I was right... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 14- heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEy7yKQbtbg/Tz6DrGBnKSI/AAAAAAAAClk/Yo7df9d5tpU/s1600/heart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEy7yKQbtbg/Tz6DrGBnKSI/AAAAAAAAClk/Yo7df9d5tpU/s400/heart.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bobby takes everything that I get him back... Drives me nuts!!! I dress in about a million different styles and he dresses in ONE! So for Valentines Day, instead of me getting my feelings hurt, I decided that Boston and I were going to start a Marshmallow Fight with him! We won! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 15- phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQdqMnnRCU/Tz6EPBMlGkI/AAAAAAAACls/ZyMHdANjzhk/s1600/phone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQdqMnnRCU/Tz6EPBMlGkI/AAAAAAAACls/ZyMHdANjzhk/s400/phone.JPG" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've had an iphone for the last 4 years... I will probably never get anything but Apple now. It's ruined me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 16- something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFIoxCtVTPs/Tz6Egj8BJiI/AAAAAAAACl0/_ngJKhWuEWM/s1600/something+new.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFIoxCtVTPs/Tz6Egj8BJiI/AAAAAAAACl0/_ngJKhWuEWM/s400/something+new.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got this new Nixon watch that I absolutely love! Best thing about it? Gary Payton helped me pick it out! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 17- time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbOr3To5Uqk/Tz6E1AIJ1nI/AAAAAAAACl8/vc-VOVSSHEQ/s1600/time.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbOr3To5Uqk/Tz6E1AIJ1nI/AAAAAAAACl8/vc-VOVSSHEQ/s400/time.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here I was... Thinking I was going to sleep in this morning... I've been awake for an hour! I even put my phone on silent AND turn the vibrate off just in case someone tried to call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay for being caught up! Now I'm off to the gym! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2318805702209456827?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2318805702209456827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2318805702209456827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2318805702209456827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2318805702209456827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/getting-caught-up.html' title='Getting Caught UP!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T0AElXzC5k/Tz6AiUODrUI/AAAAAAAACk8/ETCmnisL1MI/s72-c/395558_10150633282284241_563424240_8767175_1170356278_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-768156893724629324</id><published>2012-02-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:06:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering where time has gone! We've been here in Vegas for over a month and I still feel like we just moved here! Life couldn't be better. Beckett turned 3 Months old on the 9th and she is just growing like a weed! Boston is... well, Boston! I decided to get some pictures of them done the other day. The age that they are both at is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple that I took.... Go to my &lt;a href="http://lindseymartinezphotography.com/"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt; to see the rest! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_7boLsKvcM/TzvXvzmbmuI/AAAAAAAACks/wrptOy2I0qM/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_7boLsKvcM/TzvXvzmbmuI/AAAAAAAACks/wrptOy2I0qM/s640/12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nzL9yNipgQ/TzvX0-0qd8I/AAAAAAAACk0/xIs5lZMlz-k/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nzL9yNipgQ/TzvX0-0qd8I/AAAAAAAACk0/xIs5lZMlz-k/s640/9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-768156893724629324?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/768156893724629324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=768156893724629324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/768156893724629324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/768156893724629324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_7boLsKvcM/TzvXvzmbmuI/AAAAAAAACks/wrptOy2I0qM/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-9130915261248718631</id><published>2012-02-09T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:08:19.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 6|7|8|9</title><content type='html'>Day 9- front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-At3FVvWeE_M/TzRQOQWiEBI/AAAAAAAACkY/tASbJBUfnlU/s1600/photo-12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-At3FVvWeE_M/TzRQOQWiEBI/AAAAAAAACkY/tASbJBUfnlU/s400/photo-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd be lying if I said that our front door was cute. It's even worse on the outside! A nasty green color! So I thought that I'd mix in Boston. He earned his backpack that he wanted so bad and we practically have to cut it off of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8- sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-ASu3GpSZY/TzRQMrWAc9I/AAAAAAAACkQ/btPZhzOCGsg/s1600/photo-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-ASu3GpSZY/TzRQMrWAc9I/AAAAAAAACkQ/btPZhzOCGsg/s400/photo-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sun is almost always out here! Yesterday, when I took this, it was 70 degrees! &amp;amp; today it's even warmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjUL6p7ymEw/TzRQKQjnLVI/AAAAAAAACkI/tyKdFNI2bMM/s1600/photo-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjUL6p7ymEw/TzRQKQjnLVI/AAAAAAAACkI/tyKdFNI2bMM/s400/photo-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are to buttons I'm always pushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M11n9a6TQ6U/TzRQPNaHatI/AAAAAAAACkg/tlFcw83zETQ/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M11n9a6TQ6U/TzRQPNaHatI/AAAAAAAACkg/tlFcw83zETQ/s400/photo-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember how I said that out dinner was going to be awesome? I was being sarcastic. I was wayyyy too lazy to cook this day! So we had shrimp and taquitos! mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-9130915261248718631?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9130915261248718631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=9130915261248718631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9130915261248718631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9130915261248718631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/days-6789.html' title='Days 6|7|8|9'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-At3FVvWeE_M/TzRQOQWiEBI/AAAAAAAACkY/tASbJBUfnlU/s72-c/photo-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-9138296264025803852</id><published>2012-02-06T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:40:16.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lindseymartinezphotography.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; and check out the FIVE photo updates I finally got around to posting! Hopefully, more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a blogging machine today! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-9138296264025803852?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9138296264025803852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=9138296264025803852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9138296264025803852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9138296264025803852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2742122928109427384</id><published>2012-02-06T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:07:46.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day5- 10am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10am at my house??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nApTiMe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peblORP36tw/TzBO493-Z2I/AAAAAAAACkA/f3dfaSkzyx4/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peblORP36tw/TzBO493-Z2I/AAAAAAAACkA/f3dfaSkzyx4/s400/photo-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wait till you see what's for dinner at my house... it's DEVINE! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2742122928109427384?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2742122928109427384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2742122928109427384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2742122928109427384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2742122928109427384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/day5-10am.html' title='Day5- 10am'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peblORP36tw/TzBO493-Z2I/AAAAAAAACkA/f3dfaSkzyx4/s72-c/photo-9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-9057097636673170300</id><published>2012-02-06T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:06:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4- Stranger</title><content type='html'>I've been on this weird kick lately where I find it absolutely hilarious to make people feel awkward!? I have no idea where it came from, but it has led to a LOT of laughing! When I saw that day 4 was a Stranger... I immediately knew that I was going to have a lot of fun with this. So Saturday at the gym, I walked around very OBVIOUSLY taking pictures of people. Shutter sound on LOUD, posing like a "photographer." I had told Bobby what I was supposed to take a picture of that day and he just looked at me like I was stupid. Now, Bobby didn't realize I was going to make a total fool of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgJfuy563_g/TzBOPZzU0jI/AAAAAAAACj4/XJ7q6KlcOY4/s1600/Stranger.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgJfuy563_g/TzBOPZzU0jI/AAAAAAAACj4/XJ7q6KlcOY4/s400/Stranger.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was dying of laughter on the top of this staircase... Not funny, I know! But I was cracking myself up pretty good! ;) I probably took about 50 different pictures of just random people... But this guy stopped and played photographer with me, so he wins the spot of "stranger" on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-9057097636673170300?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9057097636673170300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=9057097636673170300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9057097636673170300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9057097636673170300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-4-stranger.html' title='Day 4- Stranger'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgJfuy563_g/TzBOPZzU0jI/AAAAAAAACj4/XJ7q6KlcOY4/s72-c/Stranger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1787672671265553918</id><published>2012-02-04T08:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:43:19.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3- Hands</title><content type='html'>My first thought when I saw that today's photo was hands was, "I've got lots of really cute little, dainty hands around here! This will be fun!" Then I saw Bobby holding Beckett.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/04/1144.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/04/s_1144.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands might not be the "prettiest." but those are the hands that hold our family together! They comfort everyone in our family! ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I did write this yesterday! But our laptop charger pooped out on us So this is coming from the iPad! ;) hopefully we get it fixed today so the next post doesn't look so awful!&lt;br /&gt;-lindz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1787672671265553918?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1787672671265553918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1787672671265553918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1787672671265553918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1787672671265553918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-3-hands.html' title='Day 3- Hands'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5352593264120637704</id><published>2012-02-02T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:23:50.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 1 and 2... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5IP_yXRs3k/TyrJ3ZYTixI/AAAAAAAACi8/AD9KL3gNHBM/s1600/feb2-final2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5IP_yXRs3k/TyrJ3ZYTixI/AAAAAAAACi8/AD9KL3gNHBM/s320/feb2-final2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a couple of weeks ago I found this and pinned it on pinterest! its kind of a shocker because i have been pretty anti pinterest since it got sooooo popular! even though i still absolutely love it... well, i obviously didn't post yesterday, i got super busy with a bunch of random stuff! but i did take a picture!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- your view today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlDOG-d3SUs/TysLsBFcizI/AAAAAAAACjU/Iq9pbYy_CYY/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlDOG-d3SUs/TysLsBFcizI/AAAAAAAACjU/Iq9pbYy_CYY/s400/photo-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i know i talk about the gym here a lot. but it literally is my saving grace! and my favorite "view" that i have seen every single day that we have been here. plus, i spend 2 hours a day here so... i'm kind of here a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M8OIsp_ViA/TysMFbaKuWI/AAAAAAAACjc/RAbzdxjHmtI/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M8OIsp_ViA/TysMFbaKuWI/AAAAAAAACjc/RAbzdxjHmtI/s400/photo-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;right now, these are my words to live by! seriously! i will never be starting over again! :) i make sure to read this every morning so that no matter what... i know that i HAVE to go to the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be a huge challenge for me since my camera is still in California! so wish me luck with lots of iphone pictures! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5352593264120637704?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5352593264120637704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5352593264120637704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5352593264120637704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5352593264120637704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/02/days-1-and-2.html' title='Days 1 and 2... :)'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5IP_yXRs3k/TyrJ3ZYTixI/AAAAAAAACi8/AD9KL3gNHBM/s72-c/feb2-final2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8466939593024353172</id><published>2012-01-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:58:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't blog much anymore. Not sure if it's because we are so busy or if it's because I feel like my days are on repeat? We do pretty much the same thing ever day! Wake up. Take Bobby to work. Come home and play until 10. Boston takes a nap till about 12 or 1. Then we go to the gym for a couple hours. Come home. Shower. Get ready. Then at 5 we go and pick Bobby up! Then we do it all over again the next day. Somedays we do go play in the hot tub though. I'm not complaining at all! I actually love the schedule that we are on right now. I couldn't be more grateful for the gym we found here. It is literally my "me" time! Boston loves the play area! So does Beckett... I know that because of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tlq-Ikd1QmQ/TybAzrNF0gI/AAAAAAAACic/0M65uDivLDY/s1600/419002_10150578337659241_563424240_8636955_1560347214_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tlq-Ikd1QmQ/TybAzrNF0gI/AAAAAAAACic/0M65uDivLDY/s320/419002_10150578337659241_563424240_8636955_1560347214_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They have cameras in the play room so I can see the kiddos at all times! Otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to leave them in there. The people that work in there are sooo personal! Everyday they act all excited to see Boston and it makes it that much easier for him. The first couple of days he was just getting over being sick and wanting to be held all the time. But after the first 3 times of crying a little bit, he just runs in no problems now! The other day when I picked him up, Mr. Popular, had 5 kids that just HAD to give him a hug before he left. Everyday he just gets more and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I realized just how big he is getting. We went to REI looking for a stroller, we were walking around when Boston saw a little backpack! All we heard about for the next 5 minutes was how he needed to look at the backpack. After going over, looking at it, putting it on, blowing in the whistle, and begging us to buy him this dang backpack, I couldn't help but wonder where my baby boy went!? How in the world did he know what a backpack WAS? Dora? haha. We told him that he had to help us out around the house, picking up his toys and what not. Then we could come get the backpack! He's done great so far and I'm almost dreading having to drive across town to get him his backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmgwnGEfk6g/TybEzutpu8I/AAAAAAAACik/HJ7IpEinUzI/s1600/photo-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmgwnGEfk6g/TybEzutpu8I/AAAAAAAACik/HJ7IpEinUzI/s400/photo-.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A week ago we took him to the Bellagio to see the fountains go off. We figured he'd LOVE it! Well... We apparently brought the Idaho wind with us and it was too windy to do the fountains that day so they got canceled. Luckily they have an amazing Chinese Dragon display right now that Boston loved also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3KxG1N0Cg/TybE0zdGGOI/AAAAAAAACis/meipgLOXseQ/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3KxG1N0Cg/TybE0zdGGOI/AAAAAAAACis/meipgLOXseQ/s400/photo-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fast forward to this weekend, AFTER our REI experience, we tried again! This time it was a success. Boston loved the fountains and Beckett loved not being in her carseat all the time. Speaking of Beckett... My agreement in deciding her name was that I did NOT want her to be called "Becky" I guess Boston didn't get the memo! His new name for her right now is "BeckyyyOOOO!" In fact, When we put him down for a nap or bed, and he hears her crying, he runs and lays by the door yelling, "BeckkyyOOO, BeckkkyyyOO, It's okay, BeckkyyOO!" At least he puts the "O" on the end! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jinp08zFULA/TybE1tZgU6I/AAAAAAAACi0/ayVGxEAonlc/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jinp08zFULA/TybE1tZgU6I/AAAAAAAACi0/ayVGxEAonlc/s400/photo-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is just always cracking us up! Yesterday, he didn't stop talking from the time we put him in the car, till the time we got home an hour later! Who knows who he was talking to?? Because it wasn't to us! He's such a silly boy! I'm excited to see what the next couple of months bring for him before we move back to Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon I'll get my camera from California so I can take better pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8466939593024353172?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8466939593024353172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8466939593024353172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8466939593024353172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8466939593024353172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tlq-Ikd1QmQ/TybAzrNF0gI/AAAAAAAACic/0M65uDivLDY/s72-c/419002_10150578337659241_563424240_8636955_1560347214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-60905688209687927</id><published>2012-01-20T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:59:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foqLGrEIDU8/Txm3pXgA_qI/AAAAAAAAChs/48t6DNB4Vsw/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foqLGrEIDU8/Txm3pXgA_qI/AAAAAAAAChs/48t6DNB4Vsw/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we've been here for almost a week. So far we LOVE it! We moved into our apartment on Monday with 2 problems... No power, no gas. Apparently they told Bobby that we needed to have it turned on before we moved in, BUT he didn't remember. So for the first few nights we ended up staying in the timeshare... But no worries! We have been in our apartment for the last 2 nights. Also Monday we joined a gym! &lt;a href="http://lvac.com/"&gt;LVAC&lt;/a&gt; is probably the most amazing gym I've ever been in or ever seen! I got a personal trainer and couldn't be more happy with the ways she pushes me. Plus, it's great to get 2 hours a day to myself! Bobby and I would have joined a gym in Idaho a LOT sooner but we weren't sure where we were going to be. Speaking of Bobby, he's doing great at his job and absolutely loving it! I'm loving it to. He is almost always done by 5. Sometimes sooner! Which means we get him home sooner. :) I'm excited for this weekend to get out and explore some more. Boston got sick on the way down here but is doing MUCH better and I feel like he is getting back to his happy, healthy, fun self! I'm loving how much Boston communicates now! No more grunts and pointing. Haha. He actually talks instead of crying to get what he wants. Which is such a relief. Beckett is just happy, happy, happy! She is smiley, fun, and an overall chill baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-1QOOE9AxA/Txm3osynGxI/AAAAAAAAChk/O9B8vA9BR5o/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-1QOOE9AxA/Txm3osynGxI/AAAAAAAAChk/O9B8vA9BR5o/s640/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*our first night here Boston was still a bit sick and got in bed with us at 4 in the morning. i would call this guys a HUGE bed hog!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25Vg96mI6-w/Txm3tgQ34-I/AAAAAAAACiU/KU2YCx-7HRw/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25Vg96mI6-w/Txm3tgQ34-I/AAAAAAAACiU/KU2YCx-7HRw/s640/photo-6.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*this cute girl LOVES her bumbo!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rYPi4rF2AU/Txm3qpZyB1I/AAAAAAAACh8/hObwt4aZkH8/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rYPi4rF2AU/Txm3qpZyB1I/AAAAAAAACh8/hObwt4aZkH8/s640/photo-3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*even when Boston is sick he loves seeing himself! :)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Svz5ogNZXM/Txm3qDPis0I/AAAAAAAACh0/EPk7y6bCDrc/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Svz5ogNZXM/Txm3qDPis0I/AAAAAAAACh0/EPk7y6bCDrc/s320/photo-2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Boston didn't feel good when we went to BJ's, poor guy!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k08lnYIeXE/Txm3mNSxheI/AAAAAAAAChM/Wy9hCX7CGRY/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k08lnYIeXE/Txm3mNSxheI/AAAAAAAAChM/Wy9hCX7CGRY/s640/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*happy girl*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HMKDUgW05g/Txm3ni5fOrI/AAAAAAAAChc/f7NtPEzsHoc/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HMKDUgW05g/Txm3ni5fOrI/AAAAAAAAChc/f7NtPEzsHoc/s640/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*B-Man loves the iPad!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wIOD9sBjHw/Txm3rWTJdnI/AAAAAAAACiE/1pHcKN6HmL4/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wIOD9sBjHw/Txm3rWTJdnI/AAAAAAAACiE/1pHcKN6HmL4/s640/photo-4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*homemade chips! yuuummmm!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pz53C0OqQ-Q/Txm3sxot6VI/AAAAAAAACiM/8sCL3WnHWZw/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pz53C0OqQ-Q/Txm3sxot6VI/AAAAAAAACiM/8sCL3WnHWZw/s640/photo-5.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*cute little fuzzball!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUCcAHPtsyY/Txm3m6vHCCI/AAAAAAAAChU/WIbsQjZVMb4/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUCcAHPtsyY/Txm3m6vHCCI/AAAAAAAAChU/WIbsQjZVMb4/s640/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-60905688209687927?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/60905688209687927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=60905688209687927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/60905688209687927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/60905688209687927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas---'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foqLGrEIDU8/Txm3pXgA_qI/AAAAAAAAChs/48t6DNB4Vsw/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-510421467091985667</id><published>2012-01-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:45:45.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6m8aBQ3aF0/TwygHsjduKI/AAAAAAAAChA/Pgip5NOMfrA/s1600/photo+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6m8aBQ3aF0/TwygHsjduKI/AAAAAAAAChA/Pgip5NOMfrA/s640/photo+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*too bad my camera is in California so all I've got is a crummy iPhone pic! :(*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Beckett sure has changed this last month! It's so crazy how time goes by. She had her doctors appointment and shots yesterday. If I didn't think my babies needed these shots I would definitely NOT get them! They are the saddest things ever! Her stats were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight- 10lb 5oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height- 24 1/4 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head- 14.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So unfortunately she is growing, growing, growing. I hate it! But also love it at the same time! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She finally is starting to like her baths! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She has slept through the night ever since the 1 month post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from about 9-7! Boston usually wakes up before her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She talks AND talks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She is always always smiling! (except she wouldn't in this pic! ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She finally likes to be swaddled! Just took her some getting used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She's a little chunk! &amp;amp; I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She doesn't projectile vomit anymore! yayyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She's a mommies girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She never relaxes her toes. They are either always scrunched up of spread apart like bird toes! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Still a Princess! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston at 2 Months was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10lb 8oz and 24inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun comparing the 2 because they are already SO different and since they weighed the same at birth I am interested to see if they grow kind of the same way! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are moving to Vegas this week! Wish us luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-510421467091985667?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/510421467091985667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=510421467091985667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/510421467091985667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/510421467091985667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months OLD!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6m8aBQ3aF0/TwygHsjduKI/AAAAAAAAChA/Pgip5NOMfrA/s72-c/photo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-99915992072627462</id><published>2012-01-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:55:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Next Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2VYARWThio/TwcIQ5P4RZI/AAAAAAAACgw/opfpVI1yOiA/s1600/las+vegas+nevada+vacations+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2VYARWThio/TwcIQ5P4RZI/AAAAAAAACgw/opfpVI1yOiA/s640/las+vegas+nevada+vacations+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's time to announce our next move! Bobby got an internship with Allegiant Air as a financial analyst. So we are heading out to Vegas next week so Bobby can start on the 16th. I couldn't be more proud of how hard Bobby has worked the last year. His internship goes until mid-April and then we will be back here to do 2 more semesters! Bobby is in Las Vegas right now looking for a place to live and meeting with Allegiant's "people!" :) I'm so excited to get this little break from Rexburg and for Bobby and I to live away from both of our families. I love the fact that we will have to rely on just each other! Especially, because we always have way too much fun! Wish us luck! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_ZYjRUd8VM/TwcLEtC9JtI/AAAAAAAACg4/AAX2K48jJuM/s1600/las-vegas-city-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_ZYjRUd8VM/TwcLEtC9JtI/AAAAAAAACg4/AAX2K48jJuM/s640/las-vegas-city-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... who's coming to visit!!? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-99915992072627462?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/99915992072627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=99915992072627462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/99915992072627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/99915992072627462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-next-move.html' title='Our Next Move'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2VYARWThio/TwcIQ5P4RZI/AAAAAAAACgw/opfpVI1yOiA/s72-c/las+vegas+nevada+vacations+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-9007031093443398845</id><published>2012-01-03T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:03:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9eFAS73Xxc/TwMyjRBA9II/AAAAAAAACgc/16mezk2ewyU/s1600/405733_10150513505569241_563424240_8426651_1747145083_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9eFAS73Xxc/TwMyjRBA9II/AAAAAAAACgc/16mezk2ewyU/s640/405733_10150513505569241_563424240_8426651_1747145083_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We brought in 2012 with an amazing kiss and my amazing family in West Yellowstone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are expecting a lot of changes in 2012. Some of which include: moving to Las Vegas for an internship with Allegiant Air, GRADUATING, moving out of Idaho for good, and possibly moving to Boston or Miami at this time next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't be more excited for this new year. So much is going to be happening and I absolutely canNOT wait! Between Boston and Beckett, life will be very busy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-9007031093443398845?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9007031093443398845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=9007031093443398845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9007031093443398845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/9007031093443398845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9eFAS73Xxc/TwMyjRBA9II/AAAAAAAACgc/16mezk2ewyU/s72-c/405733_10150513505569241_563424240_8426651_1747145083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-584784062880328135</id><published>2011-12-15T17:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:17:57.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrKw4s5QWLs/TuqJTb6FN5I/AAAAAAAACfY/2j1tyDnNtYQ/s1600/1Month.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrKw4s5QWLs/TuqJTb6FN5I/AAAAAAAACfY/2j1tyDnNtYQ/s640/1Month.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*i really wish i would have gotten a better pic... one without her tongue sticking out! but it works!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure are loving this 1 month old! A couple things I want to remember about this first month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Beckett already loves smiling... But only after she eats or just woke up! And only when you talk to her like she's the best thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She's already made one trip to the E.R. Little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She sleeps like a champ, only waking up once a night. Soon it'll be NONE! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She loves when Boston talks to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-And Colby for some reason??? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I've already got her wearing 0-3 month clothes. I'd rather her clothes be big then feel like I'm stuffing her in them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She loves to kick, kick, kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She can't decide if she likes to be swaddled or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She's a CUDDLY baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-As soon as she hears "mommy's" voice, her head whips around like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She loves to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She's already lived in 2 different homes, soon to be 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She loves tummy time. Something Boston HATED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She loves being in just a onesie. Or just a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;-Has THE longest body and shortest legs... Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Can't decide if she likes baths or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has a strong head and burping her has become pretty hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has MASTERED the projectile vomit. It's really gross actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She has the *fuzziest* head! And tons of hair in the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is just a PRINCESS! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of right now we are kind of stuck in limbo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to see and decide where we will be come January! Wish us luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-584784062880328135?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/584784062880328135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=584784062880328135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/584784062880328135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/584784062880328135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-month-old.html' title='1 Month OLD!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrKw4s5QWLs/TuqJTb6FN5I/AAAAAAAACfY/2j1tyDnNtYQ/s72-c/1Month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3548520189484947985</id><published>2011-11-20T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:11:08.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Beck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett Ann Martinez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Born on November 9, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At 2:06 in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weighed 7lbs 2oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;20.5in Tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rpD5f2cQkE/TsnMjkDA1OI/AAAAAAAACeI/vMNCSH7HOrs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rpD5f2cQkE/TsnMjkDA1OI/AAAAAAAACeI/vMNCSH7HOrs/s640/1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JEMLpESaMQ/TsnMuteN06I/AAAAAAAACeQ/8-7Ei8oFOZ8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JEMLpESaMQ/TsnMuteN06I/AAAAAAAACeQ/8-7Ei8oFOZ8/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her mommy completely in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYpe7R1C2ek/TsnM5jugEGI/AAAAAAAACeY/I46ovaWdqks/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYpe7R1C2ek/TsnM5jugEGI/AAAAAAAACeY/I46ovaWdqks/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her big brothers protective instincts already showing through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went into the doctor that Monday morning hoping that we would set a date to induce. After talking to the doctor we decided that Wednesday morning would be the best. We showed up at the hospital at 7:30 Wednesday morning and after doing a bunch of paperwork, we were finally taken to our room. I hadn't even sat down on the bed when Dr. Lovell came in to break my water. I couldn't believe how fast we were moving. At 9 I got started on pitocin. Then came the waiting! I decided to wait as long as possible to get an epidural. But by noon I was absolutely dying! Poor Bobby, I was a huge brat to him during my contractions and pretty much could have killed him! I was mad if he talked, if he didn't talk, if he got to close, or if he wasn't by my side. He had no idea what to do! So I sent him to tell the nurse I was ready for my epidural. Another 45 minutes of pain, but they finally came to do the epidural. I was checked right before and was at a 5. I was completely happy with that! After getting my epidural, I knew something wasn't right. I could still feel almost everything on my left side. Especially in my pelvis. They had me tilted on my left side to get the drugs to go to that side also. I could still feel the contraction in my pelvis on my left side but it was only at the peak of them, so I felt like I could fall asleep. Around 1:45 I finally had just about fallen asleep when all of a sudden I felt like I needed to push. I almost shot up out of bed trying to find the button to call my nurse. Bobby was kind of shocked and asked me what was wrong. When I told him I thought I needed to push, he was super surprised and got out of his chair pretty dang fast! When my nurse came in to check, I was "complete," as she put it. She called my doctor and got the room ready. I was super shaky and completely shocked with how fast everything was happening! I had expected to be in labor for another 4 or 5 hours! So Dr. Lovell showed up and I literally pushed for MAYBE 5 minutes and a totally of 3 times before Baby Beckett was born at 2:06! A 6 hour labor. I progressed from a 5-10 in an hour. Since I was progressing so fast while getting the epidural is why it was not working on the left side. But by the time we figured that out I already had my beautiful baby girl and could have cared less!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gem9H-Cwco/TsnM_kY1BMI/AAAAAAAACeg/_LFb17-cjuI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gem9H-Cwco/TsnM_kY1BMI/AAAAAAAACeg/_LFb17-cjuI/s640/4.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby was completely in love at first sight! His cheeks had to have hurt with all the smiling he was doing! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WX355Dzmu1A/TsnNI_5AWgI/AAAAAAAACeo/h-9_Eclr6D4/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="638" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WX355Dzmu1A/TsnNI_5AWgI/AAAAAAAACeo/h-9_Eclr6D4/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beck came out screaming and has some great lungs on her! She is definitely a lot louder then Boston was. But hey, she's a girl!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBlsFyi7G34/TsnNKe3McyI/AAAAAAAACew/LH7KZDmUqlA/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBlsFyi7G34/TsnNKe3McyI/AAAAAAAACew/LH7KZDmUqlA/s640/6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby was SO excited to go home that he kept bugging the nurses asking when we could leave. Beck was also really ready to go home! That first night was kind of rough. I think all of us getting used to each other. But since then she has only woken up once during the night. So we haven't had any problems sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5HbYdZZ51A/TsnNQcOxU_I/AAAAAAAACe4/jIzOlw23fkM/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5HbYdZZ51A/TsnNQcOxU_I/AAAAAAAACe4/jIzOlw23fkM/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two are sooo in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston will be playing and randomly remember her. Then he goes on a mad search throughout our apartment saying, "Beckett... Baby Beck." She is also, "his baby." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQGFMa58CbE/TsnNR1frWPI/AAAAAAAACfA/hZAD_p1nAlc/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQGFMa58CbE/TsnNR1frWPI/AAAAAAAACfA/hZAD_p1nAlc/s640/8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She pulls some of the funniest faces and can't get keep her tongue in her mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends Rhett and Whit also had their baby just 2 days after Beckett was born. So she already has a little friend! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hacuQoXPb-M/TsnNW9_F3hI/AAAAAAAACfI/pMm7mgaZo1Q/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hacuQoXPb-M/TsnNW9_F3hI/AAAAAAAACfI/pMm7mgaZo1Q/s640/9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beck is SOO spoiled. But I don't think you can spoil a baby with love! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-op78Zk6I1o0/TsnNdyuZZ7I/AAAAAAAACfQ/yuRMjDSQd2c/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-op78Zk6I1o0/TsnNdyuZZ7I/AAAAAAAACfQ/yuRMjDSQd2c/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has changed so much over the past 11 days, but we still canNOT get enough of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't wait to watch her grow up. Her and Boston are already great friends and we can't wait for them to be able to play together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you Baby Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3548520189484947985?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3548520189484947985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3548520189484947985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3548520189484947985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3548520189484947985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/11/beckett-ann-martinez-born-on-november-9.html' title='All About Beck'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rpD5f2cQkE/TsnMjkDA1OI/AAAAAAAACeI/vMNCSH7HOrs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-4945666377314627323</id><published>2011-11-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:47:24.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;eckett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;nn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;artinez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8vxXD6issU/Tr7nz6tJNDI/AAAAAAAACdc/KkX4_makj08/s1600/316173_10150405384184241_563424240_8079929_617763078_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8vxXD6issU/Tr7nz6tJNDI/AAAAAAAACdc/KkX4_makj08/s640/316173_10150405384184241_563424240_8079929_617763078_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7lbs 2oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;20.5in long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has stolen our hearts and made us fall completely in love with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I can't wait to update my blog for real and put her birth story*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*But for now, I'm going to go cuddle the sweet 2 year old boy and 3 day old newborn that occupy my home!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-4945666377314627323?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4945666377314627323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=4945666377314627323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4945666377314627323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4945666377314627323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8vxXD6issU/Tr7nz6tJNDI/AAAAAAAACdc/KkX4_makj08/s72-c/316173_10150405384184241_563424240_8079929_617763078_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2512263438003266572</id><published>2011-10-28T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:33:52.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too long!</title><content type='html'>So I'm horrible at blogging right now! When I was pregnant with Boston I did all of my blogging in the middle of the night when I would wake up and couldn't sleep! I thought that I would do that this time around... But honestly, I've been sleeping pretty great at night! I wake up with random contraction that are pretty painful, but I can usually fall right back to sleep. Plus I have one BUSY boy keeping me BUSY throughout the day so blogging has taken a backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't have much to say?? So I will update on the pregnancy and then share LOTS of pictures with you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost 38 weeks. And not really ready for this little girl to make her appearance yet. Some days I say, "I'm DONE! Get her out!" But most days I say, "Stay in!" haha. I'm having extremely mixed emotions about her arrival. I can't wrap my head around the fact that not only am I having a baby, I'm having ANOTHER baby! At my 36 week appointment baby girl was still breech. So the doctor went ahead and turned her! Talk about relief! She moved extremely easily. And it wasn't as painful as people say it is! Plus we got to have another ultrasound! And let me tell you... 3rd Trimester ultrasounds are kinda boring. Maybe it was because we weren't trying to see her, we were just trying to get her positioning. But when you compare them to the last time you saw them on an ultrasound... They look HUGE! Anyways, after the Doctor Lovell turned her, we were there for another hour for monitoring with a non stress test. &amp;amp; she was doing great. I was a little sore for the next couple of days, but it was worth it! Wellllll... I'm not the type of person that can point to a hard spot on my stomach and say, "That's her foot." or "That's her bum!" I have NO idea! All the parts poking out feel the exact same to me! So going in for my 37 week appointment I wasn't sure if she was even still head down or if she had turned!? &amp;amp; as the doctor was feeling my stomach he said, "Wow, this ones has lots of hard parts!" Which about gave Bobby a heart attack thinking that there was going to be 2 heads in there! ha. Well, the doctor "thinks" she is still head down. And I'm starting to think that also. But we will have another ultrasound on Monday and if she isn't he thinks that since she turned so easy last time and if she was actually able to turn on her own this late in the pregnancy then we shouldn't have a problem turning her again. Such a trouble maker! We are about as prepared for her to come as we can get right now. Even though I feel completely unprepared but I have no idea what else we would need/want? I'm also still not convinced that she is going to be small like the doctor says. Average birth weight is between 7-8 pounds and Boston was 7lbs 2 oz... I expect her to be somewhere around there! Just no 9 pounder please!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this little guy living with me, he is always on the go! And I'm usually always exhausted! Poor guy... Here are LOTS of pictures of the last few weeks and what we have been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TC1oF1f3D8I/TqrBd3VXQrI/AAAAAAAACbI/8AcqyoairQ8/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TC1oF1f3D8I/TqrBd3VXQrI/AAAAAAAACbI/8AcqyoairQ8/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Nature Park one morning and saw some ducks! He LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-sH451XPTo/TqrCO5BphYI/AAAAAAAACb4/l4q07g939Ys/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-sH451XPTo/TqrCO5BphYI/AAAAAAAACb4/l4q07g939Ys/s640/photo-7.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the face I got when they started quacking! You should've seen his face when they started chasing us! He wasn't as thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PM7_iqpeFxQ/TqrB7-RYqjI/AAAAAAAACbo/2eds8ta0qZY/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PM7_iqpeFxQ/TqrB7-RYqjI/AAAAAAAACbo/2eds8ta0qZY/s640/photo-5.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He got this coat for his birthday and he LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMmzDfohhzA/TqrCGtyfBWI/AAAAAAAACbw/ZIawAkQHnyI/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMmzDfohhzA/TqrCGtyfBWI/AAAAAAAACbw/ZIawAkQHnyI/s640/photo-6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GV5dePhPC5M/TqrBpTwBBvI/AAAAAAAACbQ/7qwGmjBZOyM/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GV5dePhPC5M/TqrBpTwBBvI/AAAAAAAACbQ/7qwGmjBZOyM/s640/photo-2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how BIG he is getting! It's so crazy to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBZxI35OTQo/TqrB0m2isBI/AAAAAAAACbg/oNxaidMCiZo/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBZxI35OTQo/TqrB0m2isBI/AAAAAAAACbg/oNxaidMCiZo/s640/photo-4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; how can you not LOVE that grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh6f_FqyfVU/TqrBzhtYWnI/AAAAAAAACbY/y_FthfZo0Es/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh6f_FqyfVU/TqrBzhtYWnI/AAAAAAAACbY/y_FthfZo0Es/s640/photo-3.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9rAvsOmm6o/TqrCVjbOZmI/AAAAAAAACcA/_Q6UxmmM4VY/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9rAvsOmm6o/TqrCVjbOZmI/AAAAAAAACcA/_Q6UxmmM4VY/s640/photo-8.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every time we go to Walmart he HAS to look at the fishes! Or else he freaks! But as long as he get's to say hi and bye, he's just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3u-2dWBAvU/TqrCdbXWIBI/AAAAAAAACcI/UP2h12SInQg/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3u-2dWBAvU/TqrCdbXWIBI/AAAAAAAACcI/UP2h12SInQg/s640/photo-9.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7St0Twyk9qY/TqrClCRT_2I/AAAAAAAACcQ/D9-nv7OeE7E/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7St0Twyk9qY/TqrClCRT_2I/AAAAAAAACcQ/D9-nv7OeE7E/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's such a goober! Whenever I tell him I'm going to take a picture of him he either pretends to sleep. Or yells CHEEEEEESE really loud making the face in the first picture! I'm not sure if you've met Moe or not. But that's his monkey that Grandpa Hunter gave him for Christmas last year! He sleeps with him every night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6u9ghqUWgY/TqrCyNWzK_I/AAAAAAAACcg/Xwz11o1zPHg/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6u9ghqUWgY/TqrCyNWzK_I/AAAAAAAACcg/Xwz11o1zPHg/s640/photo-2.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves POPSICLES! But hates how cold they are! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00hmP1S0HX0/TqrCrI0dznI/AAAAAAAACcY/ubT_YhdTR_Y/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00hmP1S0HX0/TqrCrI0dznI/AAAAAAAACcY/ubT_YhdTR_Y/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends got us this blanket and outfit for baby girl and Boston found the blanket one morning! When I tried to take it from him he about had a meltdown. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcMcWMoRezs/TqrC8KNhORI/AAAAAAAACcw/IQsOa63mx-E/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcMcWMoRezs/TqrC8KNhORI/AAAAAAAACcw/IQsOa63mx-E/s640/photo.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a second diaper bag! I've been waiting to get it until Petunia Pickle Bottom had there outlet sale and they had the exact one that I wanted! I was pretty happy! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the long drawn out post. I guess this is what happens when I put it off for weeks and weeks! :) If I keep doing that then the next post you'll get is one announcing Baby Martinez's arrival!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2512263438003266572?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2512263438003266572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2512263438003266572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2512263438003266572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2512263438003266572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-long.html' title='too long!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TC1oF1f3D8I/TqrBd3VXQrI/AAAAAAAACbI/8AcqyoairQ8/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1418459167740325915</id><published>2011-10-03T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:17:01.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgN7JnT_yCQ/TopZZWfeLQI/AAAAAAAACZY/_4hlWClh1j0/s1600/df-rd_with-wild-abandon-ff_paper1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgN7JnT_yCQ/TopZZWfeLQI/AAAAAAAACZY/_4hlWClh1j0/s640/df-rd_with-wild-abandon-ff_paper1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Does anyone know if this is true? Because as of right now Baby Girl Martinez is A LOT more Spice and A LOT less Sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 34 weeks pregnant, we've already gone through roller coaster after roller coaster of emotion! Well, I have. Bobby just always says, "It'll be fine." &amp;amp; it always does end up fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting on her growth spurt to happen. But are happy that we are staying at a very "consistent" 3 weeks small... As long we stay there or grow we will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we learned that Baby Girl is breech. Yayyy! One more thing to worry about over the next 2 weeks while we wait for our appointment! Luckily since I am only 34 weeks we still have a little time left for her to flip! Babies usually go head down between 27 and 32 weeks. Our little girl is special! ;) If she hasn't flipped by our next appointment we will talk about forcing her to spin orrrr.... the "C" word. Which I'm terrified of! And always have been! I've always said that I would do whatever it took not to get one, and that's what I'll do. The risk of a natural birth with a breech baby is still too high for me to consider, so if she doesn't turn then I will do what is necessary to have a happy, healthy baby! And like Bobby says, "It'll be fine!" Either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1418459167740325915?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1418459167740325915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1418459167740325915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1418459167740325915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1418459167740325915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgN7JnT_yCQ/TopZZWfeLQI/AAAAAAAACZY/_4hlWClh1j0/s72-c/df-rd_with-wild-abandon-ff_paper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8301799603845528826</id><published>2011-09-27T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T03:17:14.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we've got less then 45 days left and I'm not too sure how I feel! I'm so dang excited for this little one to grace us with her presence but I'm also terrified of how the adjustment will be. I am NOT ready... But SO ready at the same time... It's a weird feeling. I've already been having extremely painful contractions since Sunday. (This is why I'm awake at 3 in the morning!) Sometimes they are regular... Sometimes they aren't. Plus LOTS of "pressure?" I'm not the type of person to run to the hospital or to call my doctor over something that I feel like he'll say is just fine. So I put it all off until they half way go away! It drives Bobby nuts! As miserable as I have been, this pregnancy has FLOWN by! I can't even believe that we have a month and a half left. I feel like over the last few weeks I've ballooned into a beast! haha. But at least I no longer get the, "is she pregnant or just fat?" looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Boston and I? We spend a lot of time at the park! No... Really! A LOT! I feel like I'm there more then I am home sometimes. But it's good to get him outside before it gets too cold and we don't have any other choice but to stay home! He is growing up wayyyy too fast. Everyday he is learning something new and everyday he looks more and more grown up. It's crazy how much he's changed in the last year! I can't believe he will be 2 in just a few weeks. Yesterday we made the transition to... a FULL size bed! The first time he slept in it was for nap time and he struggled... In fact, I found him sleeping on the floor and had to move him to the bed! But for bedtime, he loved that Bobby and I could sit in bed with him and read him a book! After that he just went right to bed. There are still a couple things I need to do to the bed. (It was mine in high school!) But for now it will work! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is doing the school thing... And I don't see him much except for a couple hours before and after Boston's bedtime and on the weekends. He can't focus here, so he spends all of his study time up on campus! This week I will see him even less because he is also playing competitive baseball. We are praying this baby will come on a weekend or at night, like Boston. With 19 credits I don't want Bobby to miss ANY class! It's a good thing he's such an awesome husband though! :) I don't think anyone else would be able to put up with all of my complaining! Sometimes I feel like it's all I do... But Bobby just listens. &amp;nbsp;I guess that's it for now... Here are a few pictures of Boston... They make every blog post better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR5DpeEOif8/ToGiCCwz64I/AAAAAAAACZU/vNddo_NiUyc/s1600/f191d13e2b2548e18067fe751bb0cbec_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR5DpeEOif8/ToGiCCwz64I/AAAAAAAACZU/vNddo_NiUyc/s640/f191d13e2b2548e18067fe751bb0cbec_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7LESpnCmf8/ToGiAUbQ8TI/AAAAAAAACZM/7uZj7FStR9A/s1600/4d1a31ce0ac54170acaa61fca31ef5b1_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7LESpnCmf8/ToGiAUbQ8TI/AAAAAAAACZM/7uZj7FStR9A/s640/4d1a31ce0ac54170acaa61fca31ef5b1_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this little boy LOVES his baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ik4rVPjS4/ToGiBPNXNKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/quldRuWAv0k/s1600/9af33c08a6874910a813fb7db8b1e869_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ik4rVPjS4/ToGiBPNXNKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/quldRuWAv0k/s640/9af33c08a6874910a813fb7db8b1e869_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His first time sleeping in his new bed! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8301799603845528826?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8301799603845528826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8301799603845528826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8301799603845528826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8301799603845528826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-weve-got-less-then-45-days-left-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR5DpeEOif8/ToGiCCwz64I/AAAAAAAACZU/vNddo_NiUyc/s72-c/f191d13e2b2548e18067fe751bb0cbec_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5016231359355599732</id><published>2011-09-13T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:48:00.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a pretty stressful month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided not to blog about this because we had no idea what was really going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A month ago, at my last appointment, we went in, I got weighed. My blood pressure was taken. I got to pee in a lovely cup. I heard a strong heartbeat. I was then measured. The nurse measured me at 22 weeks. I was 27 weeks. So the nurse measured me again. She could get 23 weeks. By this time I'm not sure what to think?! Bobby wasn't with me and I was trying to keep Boston entertained. When the doctor came in I asked him about it and he said that he could measure me at 24 weeks. Still 3 weeks behind? I have also been having extremely painful braxton hicks contractions which end up feeling like real contractions... Not fun! I feel sick 95% of the time and the other 5% of the time I'm just exhausted! Plus all the stomach pain I have. The doctor said if all of this is still going on at the next appointment then we would need to do another ultrasound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... I have an appointment yesterday! And after leaving the doctors office I'm feeling a lot more relieved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I measured in at 28 weeks! Even though I'm 31 weeks, that means that baby girl is growing how she is supposed to! Wahoooooo! I made sure to have Bobby come to this appointment as a just in case... &amp;nbsp;The doctor just said that we could be having, in his words, "a petite little girl." Smaller then Boston, who was 7lb 2oz. Honestly, I'm not putting too much into this. I could still obviously have an 8 or 9 pound baby, even if the ultrasound tech and doctor have both told me that I won't! All that feels good right now is that baby girl is healthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also learned that your first baby sits low in your uterus and your second sits high and on your spine and nerves... Which is what it causing my leg pains. Sometimes I get up and can barely walk... BUTTT the doctor said that the contractions are moving baby girl lower in my pelvis so these pains are becoming a lot less frequent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough of me complaining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_168Ngxc6mo/Tm8kKxAxzkI/AAAAAAAACZA/xWApqWcC0pI/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_168Ngxc6mo/Tm8kKxAxzkI/AAAAAAAACZA/xWApqWcC0pI/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute BOY is soooo much fun right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the DANCING king... Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If music comes on, not matter what kind of music, he can not resist. He HAS to dance. I'm not even kidding. He seriously cannot even help it. Even if it's just a little headbob. Haha, he's too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's also almost TWO. Can you believe that?! I can't... I absolutely love him talking and being able to communicate and tell us what he wants and needs. I'm not sure if it's my pregnant body or what. But I think he's even finally gaining weight! And it's about time! He is already in love with his baby sister and can't wait for her to get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less then 2 months! And as much as I hate being pregnant I have a feeling I'm going to miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5016231359355599732?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5016231359355599732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5016231359355599732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5016231359355599732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5016231359355599732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/stressful-month.html' title='Stressful Month...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_168Ngxc6mo/Tm8kKxAxzkI/AAAAAAAACZA/xWApqWcC0pI/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6416863088470608031</id><published>2011-09-06T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:07:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Golden State!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I loved our little vacation... I'm SO happy to be home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our plans kept getting pushed forward. We planned on leaving Saturday, then decided Friday... and ended up heading out Thursday night! It was really last second but we decided that we'd leave that night and stay with my stepbrother and his wife in American Falls so we could be 2 hours closer in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-valUDkw54oo/TmYxw0neS1I/AAAAAAAACYs/E242DsbHS-8/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-valUDkw54oo/TmYxw0neS1I/AAAAAAAACYs/E242DsbHS-8/s400/photo-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed out the next morning and made it to Sacramento that night. We wanted to spend a couple of nights with Bobby's grandma and so that's what we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRnPNkMpwgg/TmYxxpC7zZI/AAAAAAAACYw/6qMqEfjrYvs/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRnPNkMpwgg/TmYxxpC7zZI/AAAAAAAACYw/6qMqEfjrYvs/s400/photo-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston and Bobby reading the paper at Grandmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston gets sick every time we go to California... It's kind of one of those "unexplained" mysteries! I always try to blame it on teething, but the only teeth he doesn't have is his 2 year old molars. (Which he is getting by the way!) As we were having dinner on Saturday night Boston wouldn't eat, he had a fever, he was SO tired, and he had NO personality! He was just like a zombie. So I gave him tylenol and put him to bed then ran to Walmart to grab a thermometer just to make sure he wasn't too warm... He ended up having a temperature of 101. I thought I'd let the tylenol kick in and see what he was in an hour. Before Bobby and I went to bed he was down to 100. Which I felt a little better about. I woke up at 4 thinking I needed to check on him AGAIN... (I can get paranoid!) His temperature had spiked to 102.6! I showed Bobby and we both decided that he needed to rest and that this was hopefully just his fever breaking. Luckily... It was! When we woke up his fever had gone down and it continued to go down for the next couple hours until he was normal again. He still wasn't acting himself, but we needed to travel to Carmel for Brett's Court of Honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwogVQOISnM/TmYxzoXXHwI/AAAAAAAACY4/tG0YvsxtWxQ/s1600/pool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwogVQOISnM/TmYxzoXXHwI/AAAAAAAACY4/tG0YvsxtWxQ/s400/pool.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as we got to Carmel, Bobby wanted to get in the pool with Boston. I was pretty reluctant, but gave in. Saying he couldn't put his head under water. Boston just wanted to lay on the boogy board and SLEEP! And I don't blame him... I'm sure he was exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didn't take long for Boston to get back to himself... And once he did, he started teething! Awesome! We are pretty lucky though, Boston is a good teether so he was still himself most of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXkmTzmyQcc/TmYxwbzmg9I/AAAAAAAACYo/Mz2ZnzhpscY/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXkmTzmyQcc/TmYxwbzmg9I/AAAAAAAACYo/Mz2ZnzhpscY/s400/photo-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how he usually is! He cracks me up. Every time music of any sort comes on he breaks out in some pretty wicked dance moves!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby's birthday was also while we were in California. Which his birthday was spent him being SICK! He threw up probably 15 times just that one day. I feel like he always gets sick around his birthday but this time I think he did it on purpose! He had a hard time turning 25... I'm just waiting for his "Quarter Life Crisis" to kick in! :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ySRh-MnN0/TmYxvlXRKsI/AAAAAAAACYk/ALC64aeBHLc/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ySRh-MnN0/TmYxvlXRKsI/AAAAAAAACYk/ALC64aeBHLc/s400/photo-1.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched the Boise State!! GOOOO BSU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We even got to go to the Wild Things Zoo! All of those pictures are on my camera so you'll have to wait just for those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that we are home we have to prepare for Boston's Birthday Party, school starting next week, my appointment on Monday, Halloween, Boise State games, potty training(more), finishing our bedroom furniture, gymnastics, and Baby Girl making her appearance in November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6416863088470608031?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6416863088470608031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6416863088470608031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6416863088470608031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6416863088470608031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-from-golden-state.html' title='Back from the Golden State!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-valUDkw54oo/TmYxw0neS1I/AAAAAAAACYs/E242DsbHS-8/s72-c/photo-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8346993680324072838</id><published>2011-08-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:35:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston and I have a ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ritual goes on about 5 times throughout the day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes more. Sometimes less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts out like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom- Boston, I just love that FACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston- Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom- I just wanna KISS that FACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston- Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom- I just wanna KISS that FACE right OFF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston- NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we proceed to run around the apartment giggling, tickling each other, and wrestling! We usually then end up on the bed, which I have usually just made from the last session, jump around and have a pillow fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't trade this fun little daily tradition for anything! Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even those days that this cute little boy drives me up every wall in the house... It's something that I hope we never stop doing and something that I hope we (mainly I) never forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm soooo happy that I have this little boy in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him more then words can even express. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8346993680324072838?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8346993680324072838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8346993680324072838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8346993680324072838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8346993680324072838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/daily-tradition.html' title='Daily Tradition'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1939115180330812211</id><published>2011-08-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:00:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For anyone that didn't see my lovely "baby belly" picture on Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlFSn8SKEsw/Tk-fks6AqQI/AAAAAAAACYY/SV2CQzBZu_A/s1600/301584_10150302232294241_563424240_7453207_6065792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlFSn8SKEsw/Tk-fks6AqQI/AAAAAAAACYY/SV2CQzBZu_A/s400/301584_10150302232294241_563424240_7453207_6065792_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was... Wednesday? 27.5 weeks pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(everyday counts when you are pregnant!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As of right now we are trying to make this Baby Girl *grow* GrOw*GROW!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some mornings I wake up and don't feel like I look pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Others... I feel HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a morning where I felt "alright!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I actually hate posting pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But this entire pregnancy I have wished that I would have done more with Boston!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still don't have many this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, the last one I took was at 21 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that makes the growth pretty shocking... ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being pregnant is hard... I've been awake since 4:30 not feeling well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just wish I always knew what was going on in this belly of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Girl did have a strong heartbeat of 152 on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You go GIRL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even though sometimes this little girls kicks hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*I get really excited when I feel her!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's very reassuring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only 12 more weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to hoping it goes by FAST!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1939115180330812211?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1939115180330812211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1939115180330812211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1939115180330812211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1939115180330812211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/bellyyyyy.html' title='Bellyyyyy'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlFSn8SKEsw/Tk-fks6AqQI/AAAAAAAACYY/SV2CQzBZu_A/s72-c/301584_10150302232294241_563424240_7453207_6065792_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2055771675250589605</id><published>2011-08-17T07:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:22:25.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life according to Instagram!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I definitely take a lot more pictures with my phone then I do my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a lot more convenient! And just a little bit easier to carry around. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here is a little bit of what we've been doing according to the pictures on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBP5BP-KOhY/TkvIkYrTaMI/AAAAAAAACXY/a5mJMP6TezE/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBP5BP-KOhY/TkvIkYrTaMI/AAAAAAAACXY/a5mJMP6TezE/s400/photo-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On days where Boston is hard to entertain... I take out my phone and we take pictures of ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this exact moment he has his head laying on my hands looking at this picture, LAUGHING! He's such a character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AW8lzY6ivkg/TkvIlKR7piI/AAAAAAAACXc/9tXy_yJXeTQ/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AW8lzY6ivkg/TkvIlKR7piI/AAAAAAAACXc/9tXy_yJXeTQ/s400/photo-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days when we are REALLY bored... We go over to RMS so Boston can sit on the motorcycles and four wheelers... He loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1vnK3w91Ks/TkvIoz4a4ZI/AAAAAAAACXg/qaU7f0tsuNM/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1vnK3w91Ks/TkvIoz4a4ZI/AAAAAAAACXg/qaU7f0tsuNM/s400/photo-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another day of entertaining! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YurKMEaHKCA/TkvIqBDswSI/AAAAAAAACXk/EZ88J-hC480/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YurKMEaHKCA/TkvIqBDswSI/AAAAAAAACXk/EZ88J-hC480/s400/photo-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our football star son! Starting in 6 or 7 years! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEatl3Yy2fs/TkvIrTsyo5I/AAAAAAAACXo/ihIp8Zjm5cA/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEatl3Yy2fs/TkvIrTsyo5I/AAAAAAAACXo/ihIp8Zjm5cA/s400/photo-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin got married in the Bountiful Temple a couple weeks ago. I wasn't going to go. But I woke up sick that morning at about 3:30. And decided at about 4:30 that Boston and I might as well go! So I got up got ready, packed, cleaned up... And we were out of there by 5:20! So it was a very long day but I'm so glad that we made the trip down there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXbMNKYamrE/TkvIshX7FLI/AAAAAAAACXs/MB7BG0bjRiE/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXbMNKYamrE/TkvIshX7FLI/AAAAAAAACXs/MB7BG0bjRiE/s400/photo-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Sydnee watched Boston while we went to the sealing. It was SO beautiful and I'm so happy I got to be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SZ2AY16Ig4/TkvIvVMWjrI/AAAAAAAACXw/WRlrKXYRCd4/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SZ2AY16Ig4/TkvIvVMWjrI/AAAAAAAACXw/WRlrKXYRCd4/s400/photo-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had never been to the Bountiful Temple before, but it is GORGEOUS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLpjvnthxOI/TkvIwO1s_RI/AAAAAAAACX0/1dNpwD8SAFk/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLpjvnthxOI/TkvIwO1s_RI/AAAAAAAACX0/1dNpwD8SAFk/s400/photo-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have a smokin' hot husband... YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJKeMvZVQHE/TkvIxCTutOI/AAAAAAAACX4/2mlb_7sOPSQ/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJKeMvZVQHE/TkvIxCTutOI/AAAAAAAACX4/2mlb_7sOPSQ/s400/photo-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday I got to go to the Playmill for the first time EVER with Megan and Kelsy! It was such a blast!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQuAXXDna7Y/TkvIxxk5CFI/AAAAAAAACX8/wDRxDMoKlaQ/s1600/photo-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQuAXXDna7Y/TkvIxxk5CFI/AAAAAAAACX8/wDRxDMoKlaQ/s400/photo-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston and I have gone with Bobby to work quite a bit the last week. It's been lots of fun with a TON of laughs! One morning we stopped to get some breakfast burritos and this sign just cracked me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"NO Whindo orderS" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJH9qoJThxw/TkvI6nKtZsI/AAAAAAAACYE/cAJa51G_1Cc/s1600/photo-12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJH9qoJThxw/TkvI6nKtZsI/AAAAAAAACYE/cAJa51G_1Cc/s400/photo-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Mesa Falls we stopped at Warm River to feed the fish! Bobby had more fun feeding them then Boston did! Boston just tried to eat their food! ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLKDAkg_NDo/TkvI8FBLkEI/AAAAAAAACYI/P-ejNPnTRe0/s1600/photo-13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLKDAkg_NDo/TkvI8FBLkEI/AAAAAAAACYI/P-ejNPnTRe0/s400/photo-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warm River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ6OZq5mS8Q/TkvI8k6NeOI/AAAAAAAACYM/rrekTmaTxq0/s1600/photo-14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ6OZq5mS8Q/TkvI8k6NeOI/AAAAAAAACYM/rrekTmaTxq0/s400/photo-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture just melts my heart... So I had to share it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdLr81I50-w/TkvI9UU8z3I/AAAAAAAACYQ/NkBAHKkHCQk/s1600/photo-15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdLr81I50-w/TkvI9UU8z3I/AAAAAAAACYQ/NkBAHKkHCQk/s400/photo-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my little man this morning... Every morning he crawls into my bed (literally) and asks for "cars" and "mcqueen" then gives me lots of hugs and kisses! That's my favorite part! Then he lays on his daddy's pillow just like this waiting for me to get up! He's been such a trooper with me being completely exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a couple more updates to post... Maybe even a belly picture?&lt;br /&gt;Only if your lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2055771675250589605?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2055771675250589605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2055771675250589605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2055771675250589605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2055771675250589605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-life-according-to-instagram.html' title='Our life according to Instagram!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBP5BP-KOhY/TkvIkYrTaMI/AAAAAAAACXY/a5mJMP6TezE/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-172096888175643609</id><published>2011-08-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:50:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesa Falls/Boston with the hose! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQD_UPU7E4g/TksqdiLdcYI/AAAAAAAACXM/wu1VF_REyjI/s1600/VINTAGE+BLUSH+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQD_UPU7E4g/TksqdiLdcYI/AAAAAAAACXM/wu1VF_REyjI/s640/VINTAGE+BLUSH+1.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4X36H6wQPcc/Tksqim8wqZI/AAAAAAAACXU/W8xz8L94atE/s1600/VINTAGE+BLUSH+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4X36H6wQPcc/Tksqim8wqZI/AAAAAAAACXU/W8xz8L94atE/s640/VINTAGE+BLUSH+4.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday we decided to take a random trip up to Mesa Falls! It was sooo much fun to be able to spend the time with my cute little family. Boston is getting so big and it's so fun to watch him grow and learn all sorts of new things. Afterwards we went to Big J's and ate with my family. It had been a LONG time since we'd eaten there. But it was sooo yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufIV25na_uY/TksqgtFwX3I/AAAAAAAACXQ/WbK8FGLTh4A/s1600/VINTAGE+BLUSH+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufIV25na_uY/TksqgtFwX3I/AAAAAAAACXQ/WbK8FGLTh4A/s640/VINTAGE+BLUSH+2.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we went out to my dad's house for Garrett's birthday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boston found the hose and had an absolute blast getting soaking wet! I didn't even care that we had to put his clothes in the dryer! I'm just glad he had so much fun! I have loved the last few weeks with just me and him together. I couldn't ask for a cuter or better son to call mine... :) I just love him SO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll have some more updates within the next couple days! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-172096888175643609?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/172096888175643609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=172096888175643609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/172096888175643609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/172096888175643609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/mesa-fallsboston-with-hose.html' title='Mesa Falls/Boston with the hose! ;)'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQD_UPU7E4g/TksqdiLdcYI/AAAAAAAACXM/wu1VF_REyjI/s72-c/VINTAGE+BLUSH+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8777809499983388597</id><published>2011-08-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:30:56.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>I'm almost ALL caught up with my photography blog! I think all I have left to put up is a wedding! Wahoo! If you're interested&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lindseymartinezphotography.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go and see the sessions I put up today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8777809499983388597?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8777809499983388597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8777809499983388597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8777809499983388597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8777809499983388597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-193286353103611794</id><published>2011-08-05T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T06:43:59.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w39s7eSYfwM/TjytBe0syjI/AAAAAAAACXI/IdokPPLKma4/s1600/VINTAGE+BLUSH+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w39s7eSYfwM/TjytBe0syjI/AAAAAAAACXI/IdokPPLKma4/s640/VINTAGE+BLUSH+8.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naming a child is HARD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had names in my head for a LONG time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day I think I've got it figured out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby and I have a hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mainly because we actually agree on almost all names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided that what everyone else thinks doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone doesn't like the name we choose, they don't have to be around our baby! ;)&lt;br /&gt;*that was a joke!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've also decided that if the name we decide on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the name we like the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is someone else's name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't matter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Katie had a baby, named her "Megan," and we decided on "Megan" also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Not like that will or would happen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we liked the name "Katie."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our other dilemma has been, "Well I can't picture myself calling a baby that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't imagine calling a teenager that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which has happened with about 60% of the names we've thought of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've also heard the, "That sounds like a stripper name!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which Bobby and I have both said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you know what... No matter what her name is, she'll be perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll be ours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She'll always know she's loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll always be cared for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What her name is won't change any of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; whatever her name is won't DEFINE her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only 3 more months to decide! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if she's born a BOY we have a name... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-193286353103611794?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/193286353103611794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=193286353103611794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/193286353103611794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/193286353103611794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/08/naming-child-is-hard-really-hard.html' title='Naming...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w39s7eSYfwM/TjytBe0syjI/AAAAAAAACXI/IdokPPLKma4/s72-c/VINTAGE+BLUSH+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7035444251224793302</id><published>2011-07-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:13:28.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CooKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been soooo excited for the day that Boston and I could make cookies together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though he wasn't much help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*but still stinkin cute*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We still had a blast getting messy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swyVSAiNBMg/TjHQukcWhzI/AAAAAAAACWg/9lFdCPdY_Y0/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swyVSAiNBMg/TjHQukcWhzI/AAAAAAAACWg/9lFdCPdY_Y0/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And alsoooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*THE SUGAR COOKIES ARE TO DIE FOR!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7035444251224793302?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7035444251224793302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7035444251224793302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7035444251224793302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7035444251224793302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/07/cookies.html' title='CooKIES!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swyVSAiNBMg/TjHQukcWhzI/AAAAAAAACWg/9lFdCPdY_Y0/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5427333816570332878</id><published>2011-07-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:45:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait...</title><content type='html'>It's almost like the future can't come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I find myself saying at least one of these:&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait till Bobby graduates."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait till we are living in the grown up world."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait till November."&lt;br /&gt;"Scratch that, I can't wait till October."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait till this semester is over."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to move out of Idaho."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has made me realize that I CAN wait. I feel like I rushed Boston into growing up. It was always, I can't wait till he can sit up. Then crawl. Then walk. Then talk. Then feed himself. And so on. I wish that I would have just sat back cuddled with him and soaked in the few months of him when he was a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I'm doing that with our life!&lt;br /&gt;Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am excited for all of those things to happen... I'm excited to start looking at houses to buy. And deciding on graduate schools. And planning big vacations. And I AM excited for Bobby to graduate so that we can go out into the big grown up world and live our lives with just our family. I'm excited to move somewhere different and make new friends and all of that fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I CAN wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, because I'm excited to be able to look back on this time in our lives. When we can say, "Oh. Do you remember that one time when..." Fill in the blank. :) And we'll laugh. Even if right now it seems so stressful. We already do that now. The summer after we got married was FILLED with "I can't waits..." But I could. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you are with the people you care about. So I've decided that this next year is going to be FUN! I'm not going to always say that I can't wait about certain things. I'll even try hard not to think that I need to have my life planned out NOW! I'm just going to spend this year with my sweet growing family and enjoy the NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5427333816570332878?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5427333816570332878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5427333816570332878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5427333816570332878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5427333816570332878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6879860975709378191</id><published>2011-07-05T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:54:04.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyy to being sick!</title><content type='html'>not really. these last couple of days have been miserable with me being sick! my stomach hasn't stopped hurting since yesterday, and I haven't felt like myself at all. but... it hasn't stopped me! I have a 21 month old little boy and a house that needs cleaning that keeps me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJk3ciP5IrM/ThM6Mn4Vp1I/AAAAAAAACVs/m13Jl9esHOk/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJk3ciP5IrM/ThM6Mn4Vp1I/AAAAAAAACVs/m13Jl9esHOk/s400/photo-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we went to the Chukar's game on Saturday and had such a blast! we had just left Rexburg Rapids and randomly decided to go. which is why we all look soooo lovely! ;) but we definitely had a blast and even Boston loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ4FGFyc4mA/ThM6Lq1XUPI/AAAAAAAACVk/Y4qZf-2mCSY/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ4FGFyc4mA/ThM6Lq1XUPI/AAAAAAAACVk/Y4qZf-2mCSY/s400/photo-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we had a LOT of down time this weekend and this pretty much sums up what we did! ha.. We usually like to get crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCfjW25GYM/ThM6K8AOPMI/AAAAAAAACVg/zKJuLL-8xIE/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCfjW25GYM/ThM6K8AOPMI/AAAAAAAACVg/zKJuLL-8xIE/s400/photo-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the look you get when you ask Boston to smile... Ha... NOT sure why? or where he got it from!? but he is still stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3Kv3KSO4-A/ThM6MHENLXI/AAAAAAAACVo/a3oYMDqPbfY/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3Kv3KSO4-A/ThM6MHENLXI/AAAAAAAACVo/a3oYMDqPbfY/s400/photo-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;once again... our down time during the weekend! we had so much fun... just the three of us!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ADXVdkq6xk/ThM9-DI5urI/AAAAAAAACV0/6TqgrF18TT4/s1600/photo-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ADXVdkq6xk/ThM9-DI5urI/AAAAAAAACV0/6TqgrF18TT4/s400/photo-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;even though I was sick I wasn't going to let that ruin our 4th of July! we went to the parade that morning. we had actually left our apartment at about 7 to go wash our car and I decided to "save" us some spots! and we even got lucky and I got us some spots in front of Nelson's Custard! waahooo! ha... the streets were already PACKED with chairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnPib5eKZ0w/ThM-a8sKsSI/AAAAAAAACWE/5-P457e5dN4/s1600/photo-14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnPib5eKZ0w/ThM-a8sKsSI/AAAAAAAACWE/5-P457e5dN4/s400/photo-14.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of the parade was spent with Boston dropping paper and insisting on picking it up! but other then that he did sooo great and absolutely LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnul3bwv-T0/ThM-Ti_SipI/AAAAAAAACWA/d-2cbWEETi4/s1600/photo-13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnul3bwv-T0/ThM-Ti_SipI/AAAAAAAACWA/d-2cbWEETi4/s400/photo-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we then went home, took a nap, and headed for idaho falls! we had to go to sams club because Bobby and I are horrible with realizing we are almost our of diapers! oops! but after that we went over to Outback and had us a DELICIOUS dinner. Bobby ordered better then I did though. &amp;amp; now I know better for next time! after dinner we headed home, but not before grabbing a redbox. which turned out to be a terrible movie, so we stopped watching! I knew I should've let Bobby pick! we were going to go over and watch some fireworks but I'm pretty sure we were asleep by 9! haha. I'm not sure the last time that even happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vux3Uct-w24/ThM-ILk1JGI/AAAAAAAACV4/AjjqCiq9Pfg/s1600/photo-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vux3Uct-w24/ThM-ILk1JGI/AAAAAAAACV4/AjjqCiq9Pfg/s400/photo-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;besides those things... I made myself a boppy cover for baby girl! I unpicked mine to see how easy or hard it would be and so I didn't have much of a choice but to make a new one! It was SOOOOO easy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQRVNaQr9fY/ThM-S8HobXI/AAAAAAAACV8/jycOeLytl5s/s1600/photo-12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQRVNaQr9fY/ThM-S8HobXI/AAAAAAAACV8/jycOeLytl5s/s400/photo-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm also in the process of finishing my carseat cover... the only reason it isn't finished yet is because I just went and got our carseat from storage. so all I need to do is sew on the straps and I'm allllll done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2ABnROcg_o/ThM6Kf2jXyI/AAAAAAAACVc/917wnUHhtG0/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2ABnROcg_o/ThM6Kf2jXyI/AAAAAAAACVc/917wnUHhtG0/s400/photo-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;of course I had to add some "belly pics! this was at 19 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DceJykSJjoA/ThM6Ji-AU4I/AAAAAAAACVY/0Gz8wN9KJTA/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DceJykSJjoA/ThM6Ji-AU4I/AAAAAAAACVY/0Gz8wN9KJTA/s400/photo-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20 weeks! And the best part about it? Boston's little head! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97cDO6Uonzw/ThM90K5xcoI/AAAAAAAACVw/xDNYKop7Lqg/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97cDO6Uonzw/ThM90K5xcoI/AAAAAAAACVw/xDNYKop7Lqg/s400/photo-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and today! at 21 weeks and a couple days! since being sick I've seriously POPPPED!! I'm starting to wonder if that is why I've been sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. hope you love the millions of pictures! only 19 weeks (or less, hopefully!) and then you will get to see pictures of our precious baby girl! :) can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6879860975709378191?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6879860975709378191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6879860975709378191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6879860975709378191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6879860975709378191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/07/yayyy-to-being-sick.html' title='yayyy to being sick!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJk3ciP5IrM/ThM6Mn4Vp1I/AAAAAAAACVs/m13Jl9esHOk/s72-c/photo-8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7654877540968598598</id><published>2011-07-03T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:15:53.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep thinking I should answer all of the questions I get on my pregnancy on here. But let's be honest. Who really cares?? haha. I get the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did you guys wait so long to tell?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you excited?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do your parents think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you even showing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Has this pregnancy been completely different then it was with Boston?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What does Boston think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus many more. I guess I expected it though. The questions that you get asked so often in the beginning, we are getting asked in the middle. And that is completely okay! &amp;nbsp;And also what we get since we did wait to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited because I wanted to. I wanted to share the initial excitement with just Bobby and me. I wanted us to be over the fear of the unknown before everyone bombarded us with questions. That first instinct that you get. Right after you find out. The terrified, scared, excited, perfect, happy feeling. I wanted US to go through all the initial emotions before everyone else that is close to us had to. Besides, it was FUN! I loved having such a big secret between just the two of us! And I loved seeing everyone's reactions when they found out that we were almost half way done. It was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we are excited. Who wouldn't be?! It's a baby! A baby Girl! Although, I am of course, nervous. But I'm pretty sure that comes with the territory. Girls are completely different then Boys! But we are definitely excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us can really speak for our parents... I think my dad was really excited? And of course we don't live close enough to Bobby's parents to really know what they think! But like I said... A BABY! Who wouldn't be excited! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the showing question. Yes? I don't know? I do know that I was a lot bigger with Boston. I definitely have a "bump" but it could easily be mistaken for fat! haha. And I'm sure that when people I don't know see me, they probably don't think I am. Or have that is she, isn't she question going through there head! &amp;nbsp;I'll post a pic someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been completely different then Boston. I was really sick. And I still have my sick days. I'm tired. But not AS tired as I was with Boston. I don't get headaches like I did with Boston. My hair is actually falling out and it NEVER did last pregnancy. In the beginning I completely broke out! TONS. And apparently my skin is a lot more sensitive this time! booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Boston thinks about the pool. A lot. And water. And going outside. And running. Yup. That pretty much covers his train of thought. Maybe throw food in the mix somewhere! I'm pretty sure he does not understand the baby thing yet. He likes looking at pictures of his "bebe sisser" but I don't think he understands that a "bebe sisser" will be coming to live with us. And not leave. He does love babies though! But like I said, they always leave. There is obviously going to be some adjusting. But he will be such an awesome big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon... All about our eventful week! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7654877540968598598?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7654877540968598598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7654877540968598598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7654877540968598598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7654877540968598598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-keep-thinking-i-should-answer-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7653409395530981644</id><published>2011-06-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:35:42.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Bobby and I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Remember all my posts about not living in a place for more then 5 or 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have lived in the same apartment for 7.5 months! Remarkable... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now realized WHY we move so often... &amp;amp; that I need to stop complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lease is up in November. Actually. My due date. How in the heck did we plan that one so well!? NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to move either right before, right after, or right in the middle of giving birth?? Not this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it completely figured out. How this family of 3, that will be 4, would situate ourselves into this 2 bedroom apartment. Of course it wasn't the ideal situation, but it worked. Luckily our room is huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until I caught Bobby looking at 3 bedroom rentals today. And then I thought... &lt;i&gt;Hmm, good idea. Let's move... again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here for so long has also made me realize why I like to move. I love throwing that old junk, that I'm too lazy to pack up, AWAY! I love de-cluttering my life. Finding things that I know I haven't used in ages and throwing it in the trash is seriously the best feeling ever! And the best time to do that? When your moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we moving? Not today.&lt;br /&gt;Will we move? Yes. But possibly not till we leave Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to move? No. But YES!&lt;br /&gt;Are we bored with The Village? Yes and Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say I want to buy a house????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7653409395530981644?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7653409395530981644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7653409395530981644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7653409395530981644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7653409395530981644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-bobby-and-i-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7886724682005809009</id><published>2011-06-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:59:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm late with this post. But aren't I usually??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlFiZsDMKfY/TgNCpdCJCGI/AAAAAAAACUs/omXmwmBEoyg/s1600/10730_163797799240_563424240_2496490_7810868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlFiZsDMKfY/TgNCpdCJCGI/AAAAAAAACUs/omXmwmBEoyg/s640/10730_163797799240_563424240_2496490_7810868_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the absolute perfect example of how having a baby changes a man! Bobby fell in love with Boston as soon as he was born. Bobby had never held a new baby and had never changed a diaper before Boston. But as soon as I saw these two together I knew just how perfect of a dad Bobby was going to be. He has definitely lived up to all of my expectations! They are seriously BEST buds! If Bobby is around he has no desire to hang out with me AT ALL. But he is with me all day long and let's be honest here. Dad IS more fun then Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gfIDTdnebA/TgNCtpf4i_I/AAAAAAAACU0/uPskP5elCns/s1600/11060_178236104240_563424240_2609374_7383354_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gfIDTdnebA/TgNCtpf4i_I/AAAAAAAACU0/uPskP5elCns/s640/11060_178236104240_563424240_2609374_7383354_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As soon as we brought Boston home from the hospital, Bobby was already getting Boston to watch Baseball and Football. No doubt this one is ALL boy because they are always throwing around some sort of ball together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pti0AbY2re4/TgNC2GNNTQI/AAAAAAAACVI/MkL9j8kJY64/s1600/258642_10150233980569241_563424240_6903967_6377860_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pti0AbY2re4/TgNC2GNNTQI/AAAAAAAACVI/MkL9j8kJY64/s640/258642_10150233980569241_563424240_6903967_6377860_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now as Boston is getting older I can just tell that these 2 are going to be the best of friends. I love hearing random giggles (from both of them!) while I'm in the other room! I love walking in to find them just laying on the bed or the floor just laughing. I'm pretty sure they even have there own language! I love that Bobby has made Boston one tough little man. He is always tripping on something but he always gets right back up and goes on with his day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know that Bobby is going to be a lot more protective with this little girl. And I love to hear him talk about her already. He is the best husband &amp;amp;&amp;amp; dad in the world. I couldn't ask for a better man to raise Boston and this new little girl on the way! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7886724682005809009?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7886724682005809009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7886724682005809009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7886724682005809009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7886724682005809009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlFiZsDMKfY/TgNCpdCJCGI/AAAAAAAACUs/omXmwmBEoyg/s72-c/10730_163797799240_563424240_2496490_7810868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8475299760945194175</id><published>2011-06-16T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:29:47.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, OH BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's RIGHT! Bobby and I are extremely happy to announce that we have decided to promote Boston to BIG BROTHER! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e1n1FNJvr8/Tfpf_nUBeGI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEy34ctjXRg/s1600/BabyGirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e1n1FNJvr8/Tfpf_nUBeGI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEy34ctjXRg/s640/BabyGirl.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Girl Martinez is set to arrive by November 13th of this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can honestly say that we are soooo THRILLED to be having this cute welcomed surprise in our family! I was extremely nervous about having another baby, mainly because I can't imagine sharing that love that I have for Boston with another little person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby has been saying for the last little while(year!) that he wants a "little girl." This being the reason we are having a Little Girl! Bobby usually get's what he wants! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of today I'm 18.5 weeks pregnant! Can you believe that I kept it a secret from my blog that long!? I can't! We didn't even tell our families until I was 15 weeks along and had 2 appointments! And the only reason we told then was because I'm pretty sure Bobby was going to BURST! ;) But I'm so happy we did. It's been fun to have our families and close friends to be excited with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_rzOzPGlk/TfpjLTbEqAI/AAAAAAAACUA/KKu8flhif_E/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_rzOzPGlk/TfpjLTbEqAI/AAAAAAAACUA/KKu8flhif_E/s400/photo-2.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry if you can't read it. (pic taken with my phone!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we told my dad. Bobby kind of surprised me with telling me to come into the hall and bring Boston with me. He then pulled out the shirt that I had bought for Boston! I didn't realize we were going to be telling yet! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, if you can't read it, it says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They did it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna be a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun seeing my dad and Susan read the shirt and then it "click!" My dad was really excited! And I can tell he was even more excited with us having a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pregnancy has FLOWN by! Probably because I already have one munchkin on my hands that keeps me extremely occupied! The horrible thing is that this pregnancy has also been a lot harder on me then Boston. I've been a lot more sick, a lot more tired, and have had some ear problems! Meaning I've been pretty congested in my one ear... Talk about annoying! This has also been my main reason for not blogging too often... NOW YOU KNOW! ;) So if you've seen me recently and thought to yourself &lt;i&gt;hmmm... looks like Lindsey's packing on the pounds. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's because I am! I'm so over this just being fat stage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's ultrasound was pretty fabulous. I cried. Big surprise. I cried with Boston too. (one more thing that pregnancy does to me! i cry. a lot. Bobby hates it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFf_x4BCBQA/TfplwoCkDlI/AAAAAAAACUM/gqMT0pN4VAQ/s1600/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0044.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFf_x4BCBQA/TfplwoCkDlI/AAAAAAAACUM/gqMT0pN4VAQ/s400/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0044.BMP" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is already taking after me and was very stubborn during her ultrasound. During most of it her head was facing my spine. So this is the best profile we could get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pH0TckW3fUU/Tfplq4qC-rI/AAAAAAAACUI/VPNma9SEUCc/s1600/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0043.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pH0TckW3fUU/Tfplq4qC-rI/AAAAAAAACUI/VPNma9SEUCc/s400/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0043.BMP" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cute feet... (can I just tell you how nice it is to say HER instead of IT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWtN-V06jg/TfplgRvL3MI/AAAAAAAACUE/PgIortVaySE/s1600/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0022.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWtN-V06jg/TfplgRvL3MI/AAAAAAAACUE/PgIortVaySE/s400/3353_MARTINEZ-HUNTER_20110616_120756_0022.BMP" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And unlike with Boston... There is NOTHING there! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She even showed us the 3 little lines/dots making sure we new that's what it was! thanks tech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let me tell you this. I know that my mom HAND PICKED this little girl for us. This is actually what makes me really nervous about having a little girl.. She always told me she hoped I had a daughter just like me. So I can only imagine what she's taught her! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to meet you in November, Baby Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8475299760945194175?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8475299760945194175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8475299760945194175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8475299760945194175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8475299760945194175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-oh-baby.html' title='Baby, OH BABY!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e1n1FNJvr8/Tfpf_nUBeGI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEy34ctjXRg/s72-c/BabyGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-4422134046898676555</id><published>2011-06-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:05:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get...</title><content type='html'>a Husband and a Boston back tonight! I'm SO excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days have been nice to be able to do the "just me" thing. I've been able to SLEEP IN, hang out with all my best friends, and only worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been super EASY. But to be honest... It's been extremely lonely. I go to bed alone(some nights! Katie did spend the night!) and I wake up alone. I would much rather wake up at 7 to a sweet husband being there ready to give me a kiss good morning and a sweet little boy all excited to give me a big huge hug! I would much rather have a busy/hard day full of love and family. Then ever be ALONE this long again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bunch of my friends say, "Isn't it nice to not have to pull Boston out of his carseat, and haul him into the store, and then stick him back into his carseat?" It has been nice. Nice to not have to drag him around. With him getting angry about having to go into Porter's a thousand times during the week. Or without having to pull some sort of snack out of my purse. But I can say with completely confidence... I would rather go through ALL of that EVERY single day then to not have that sweet spirit with me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my stepmom the other day that it's been so nice to ALWAYS have a clean house! She said, "Oh yeah, you haven't had to clean up after Boston!" I said back, "Uhh... Boston doesn't really make messes! It's Bobby that I have to clean up after!" ha... But I would also rather pick up his dirty socks, his random pants on the ground, and his kitchen messes then ever live without him! We don't have a perfect relationship but we have a relationship that is perfect for us and our personalities... There is no way that I could live my life without him. The past 3 1/2 years of us being in each others lives has been so great. Since he's been gone I have to sleep on his side of the bed, because I don't like it being empty! I have always known that I loved this man... But I hate that I have to be away from him for this long to realize the magnitude of that love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is SOOOO boring without my 2 men! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to apologize for the lack of blogging recently... We have lots going on in the next couple of weeks so be prepared for LOTS of blogging action! You're going to love all of the fun things that we have going on... STARTING with my birthday this Saturday!! Yayyy for 22... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-4422134046898676555?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4422134046898676555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=4422134046898676555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4422134046898676555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4422134046898676555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-get.html' title='I get...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3343840930237576209</id><published>2011-06-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:43:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6W4yNBXAWM/TeqmztZXJ7I/AAAAAAAACT4/fR2bOoV1xPY/s1600/Boston12BW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6W4yNBXAWM/TeqmztZXJ7I/AAAAAAAACT4/fR2bOoV1xPY/s640/Boston12BW.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3343840930237576209?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3343840930237576209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3343840930237576209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3343840930237576209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3343840930237576209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never.html' title='I never...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6W4yNBXAWM/TeqmztZXJ7I/AAAAAAAACT4/fR2bOoV1xPY/s72-c/Boston12BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3335955426899847940</id><published>2011-05-18T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:18:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Camera Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;So I have upgraded to a new camera body. And thought that I might as well sell my other camera body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;This is a Canon Rebel T1i. &amp;amp; is a FABULOUS camera I've only had it for a year but thought since I'm doing so many more weddings I needed to upgrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9sTfVs_ofw/TdPxGIOghyI/AAAAAAAACTg/pj8lT4blf-w/s1600/Canon_Rebel_T1i_Vanity350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9sTfVs_ofw/TdPxGIOghyI/AAAAAAAACTg/pj8lT4blf-w/s640/Canon_Rebel_T1i_Vanity350.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDjHc30aVEI/TdPxH8SNHwI/AAAAAAAACTk/viwiPIgSvfw/s1600/D3S_7352-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="544" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDjHc30aVEI/TdPxH8SNHwI/AAAAAAAACTk/viwiPIgSvfw/s640/D3S_7352-1200.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNUsVx4rB4M/TdPxIctAGAI/AAAAAAAACTo/vI5tVurLums/s1600/t1i-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNUsVx4rB4M/TdPxIctAGAI/AAAAAAAACTo/vI5tVurLums/s640/t1i-b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VzDXCHCkV8/TdPxJAOQAeI/AAAAAAAACTs/rkhVQ4dAP2k/s1600/9301819_rb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="605" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VzDXCHCkV8/TdPxJAOQAeI/AAAAAAAACTs/rkhVQ4dAP2k/s640/9301819_rb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;*note... This is the camera body only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Hoefler Text', Constantia, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;if you are interested email me at lindzmartinez@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3335955426899847940?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3335955426899847940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3335955426899847940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3335955426899847940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3335955426899847940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/selling-camera-body.html' title='Selling Camera Body'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9sTfVs_ofw/TdPxGIOghyI/AAAAAAAACTg/pj8lT4blf-w/s72-c/Canon_Rebel_T1i_Vanity350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1033492091162108497</id><published>2011-05-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:40:26.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Boston, Surprised?</title><content type='html'>I have the CUTEST little boy in the entire world... Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, at this moment I can hear him tearing his room apart. He is SUPPOSED to be sleeping! Stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston, Bobby, and I get bored somedays. But these are the days Bobby is home and all I hear is either:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I go golf?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is he ready to take a nap?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to take a nap?" this is usually followed by:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I go golf?"&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was sick of hearing these things. So we got in the car. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to "Fat Cats."&lt;br /&gt;Boston mainly just likes to run. Run. Run. He does it pretty much all day everyday. (Our poor downstairs neighbors.) If he's not running, he has a ball in his hand saying, "catch? catch?" So we are then playing catch. So the point here. We go to "Fat Cats" and he runs. And he runs. And he rides Kermit. And then he throws the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlQKJIhC1g/TdMvj8i9cmI/AAAAAAAACTI/IfsdQc_XlEw/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlQKJIhC1g/TdMvj8i9cmI/AAAAAAAACTI/IfsdQc_XlEw/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obviously, my phone is not fast enough to catch him in the "throwing" action!... But. Just so everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little boy is a LEFTY! Grandpa Martinez has been working on his "left handed" throw since he was a month old. Well it worked. And he should be proud! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I took our cute boy to the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much a random, last minute decision. Or else I would have had my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjhIYMzTFD4/TdMuuO-tl3I/AAAAAAAACSw/2GtafQBMnYA/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjhIYMzTFD4/TdMuuO-tl3I/AAAAAAAACSw/2GtafQBMnYA/s640/photo-7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nyneWdfqxI/TdMu3h6jtTI/AAAAAAAACS0/Ny4dBAb9Lcg/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nyneWdfqxI/TdMu3h6jtTI/AAAAAAAACS0/Ny4dBAb9Lcg/s640/photo-6.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbk3JowXx9c/TdMvBrpEvsI/AAAAAAAACS4/AqENtGalGgk/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbk3JowXx9c/TdMvBrpEvsI/AAAAAAAACS4/AqENtGalGgk/s640/photo-5.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYle_5Hno7Q/TdMvHdIcVuI/AAAAAAAACS8/Ic7Yl24FUOA/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYle_5Hno7Q/TdMvHdIcVuI/AAAAAAAACS8/Ic7Yl24FUOA/s640/photo-4.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZvNonafGyM/TdMvRiHEdUI/AAAAAAAACTA/8S2712QU-Z4/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZvNonafGyM/TdMvRiHEdUI/AAAAAAAACTA/8S2712QU-Z4/s640/photo-3.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5LAT6pXPKM/TdMvb6tuuyI/AAAAAAAACTE/4gBUb9JhHFM/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5LAT6pXPKM/TdMvb6tuuyI/AAAAAAAACTE/4gBUb9JhHFM/s640/photo-2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was SO mad when we made him leave the petting zoo. And the rest of the time we were at the zoo he kept trying to to go BACK to the petting zoo! We had to keep an eye on him because he just wanted to ride the goats and kept pulling on there horns. Smart, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days that we spend all day at home are usually spent like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOAHXZEvTNo/TdMvqrzN3pI/AAAAAAAACTM/QsMzpAgetSE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOAHXZEvTNo/TdMvqrzN3pI/AAAAAAAACTM/QsMzpAgetSE/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If we aren't at the park. He sits in his chair. With his sippy cup. Watching the other kids play! haha. He's so funny. But he loves his chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. For the next 3 weeks, you most likely won't hear from me. I've got 2 weddings and 2 engagements sessions so I plan on being super busy! So here's to a fabulous start to the summer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1033492091162108497?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1033492091162108497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1033492091162108497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1033492091162108497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1033492091162108497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/mostly-boston-surprised.html' title='Mostly Boston, Surprised?'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlQKJIhC1g/TdMvj8i9cmI/AAAAAAAACTI/IfsdQc_XlEw/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7486548012060934509</id><published>2011-05-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:11:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Pinning!</title><content type='html'>Blogger is being weird lately... Whatever. That's not what this blog post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINTEREST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only my new addiction! I've heard about it for awhile now but never really decided to check it out... Until about a week ago... When signing up for it you have to request an invite. Thinking, &lt;i&gt;I'll get an invite right away!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wrong. I didn't get one until a week later! By that time I'd already asked someone ELSE to invite me! So... If you want a pinterest invite you should probably ask someone else to invite you. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Let's be honest here. It was COMPLETELY worth the wait! It does take a little to figure it out, but once you get it figured out... oh watch out. You'll be spending HOURS on it! Recipes, Hair styles, Shoes, Photography, Hot guys... hehe. You name it, you pin it, you GOT it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should pay me for this blog post. Just saying... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7486548012060934509?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7486548012060934509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7486548012060934509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7486548012060934509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7486548012060934509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/start-pinning.html' title='Start Pinning!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5817056194784949629</id><published>2011-05-10T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:08:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston at Nap Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just wondering if anyone else's child does this for nap time!? He gets so dang excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ab5b4b4e4f656e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ab5b4b4e4f656e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331662165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D7E27E1655CD759712FCF74107B1985E5A8E038.7A71E592E28F53B0761FDB262F1510785235801%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ab5b4b4e4f656e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg3FgU6E-EKzaT5adPLLWaOuy5Gk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ab5b4b4e4f656e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331662165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D7E27E1655CD759712FCF74107B1985E5A8E038.7A71E592E28F53B0761FDB262F1510785235801%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ab5b4b4e4f656e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg3FgU6E-EKzaT5adPLLWaOuy5Gk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5817056194784949629?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5817056194784949629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5817056194784949629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5817056194784949629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5817056194784949629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/boston-at-nap-time.html' title='Boston at Nap Time!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6590437333385782499</id><published>2011-05-07T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:30:50.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Kitchen</title><content type='html'>so recently I have been daydreaming about my future HOME. I cannot wait to graduate, leave Rexburg, buy a house, and decorate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my absolute favorite part of a house?--- The Kitchen! To me a kitchen tells so much about a home, a family, and I think kitchens are beautiful. Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_JYI7lgz-c/TcWpYxXUASI/AAAAAAAACSg/m5pLuw4qYko/s1600/P100185_1z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_JYI7lgz-c/TcWpYxXUASI/AAAAAAAACSg/m5pLuw4qYko/s400/P100185_1z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby and I love MODERN. But it only works in some places. For example, if we end up in New York City or any &lt;i&gt;city&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;really. We'll live in a high rise. (Like I said I'm daydreaming here!) And we'll have an amazing view! What makes a view better then a super modern kitchen!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtihDRN4uAA/TcWp-cIq1vI/AAAAAAAACSk/GQvEvl1CvzY/s1600/DP_beaudet-mediterranean-kitchen_s4x3_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtihDRN4uAA/TcWp-cIq1vI/AAAAAAAACSk/GQvEvl1CvzY/s400/DP_beaudet-mediterranean-kitchen_s4x3_lg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But who can resist this kitchen!? Doesn't it feel so homey!? We'll have a kitchen like this if we end up in San Jose or Carmel or Palo Alto. Or any other suburb! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But let's be honest... I WANT BOBBY'S MOM or GRANDMAS KITCHEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbX6ozP9T0o/TcWqZPDyNCI/AAAAAAAACSo/yttM-GzLsUc/s1600/1950s-kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbX6ozP9T0o/TcWqZPDyNCI/AAAAAAAACSo/yttM-GzLsUc/s400/1950s-kitchen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so they don't look like this. But they FEEL like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever found a fabulous recipe that you want to try?! And you so dang excited about it, but as you read down the list of things you'll need you realize you don't have half the spices. Or half the ingredients period?! This might as well be the story of my life! EXCEPT for the times where I have cooked or helped cook at Bobby's mom or grandmas house! They can whip ANYTHING up! They always have the things you'll need and if they don't? They have some sort of substitute that you can use. It's fabulous! I've been trying to build up my kitchen to be like this. (I'm not even close.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that is my dream. To always have what I need in my kitchen to make whatever I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait... Is this always possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6590437333385782499?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6590437333385782499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6590437333385782499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6590437333385782499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6590437333385782499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-kitchen.html' title='Dream Kitchen'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_JYI7lgz-c/TcWpYxXUASI/AAAAAAAACSg/m5pLuw4qYko/s72-c/P100185_1z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1889246379562289548</id><published>2011-05-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:21:58.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Lindsey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So awhile ago I decided that I wanted to kind of redo our room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My decision for the colors were orange, blue, and creams and browns. But I didn't want any of the blues or oranges to match perfectly! We had 3 decorative pillows on our bed already so I mainly decided to make pillow covers for them. that way I could switch them out, or even make new ones! So here are the pillows so far! I'm still debating on the blue ones... mainly whether I like them or not! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXbgaJ2FPQ/TcRt3zk_giI/AAAAAAAACR8/5M1qr-26TBU/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXbgaJ2FPQ/TcRt3zk_giI/AAAAAAAACR8/5M1qr-26TBU/s640/IMG_0593.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkCgc_1K38/TcRuOib8cGI/AAAAAAAACSA/9C4nncqQAJ8/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkCgc_1K38/TcRuOib8cGI/AAAAAAAACSA/9C4nncqQAJ8/s640/IMG_0597.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYRmxsqf27E/TcRulb46-wI/AAAAAAAACSE/1fohhxZFFG4/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYRmxsqf27E/TcRulb46-wI/AAAAAAAACSE/1fohhxZFFG4/s640/IMG_0598.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqaiO56r1U8/TcRvA7HPJGI/AAAAAAAACSI/F9su9GCRZtU/s1600/IMG_0599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqaiO56r1U8/TcRvA7HPJGI/AAAAAAAACSI/F9su9GCRZtU/s640/IMG_0599.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided that we wanted to distress, paint, and glaze our bedroom furniture... The only thing that we've had time to do so far is our night stand... But I'm completely in love with it! We plan on doing our headboard orange with the glaze and doing our dresser an off white/cream color with the glaze! The biggest reason those 2 things aren't finished yet is because the just don't fit into my "mom" car! haha. So what do you think!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Az5MAroZyxQ/TcRvYg0TKDI/AAAAAAAACSM/n9jtEEQ95kY/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Az5MAroZyxQ/TcRvYg0TKDI/AAAAAAAACSM/n9jtEEQ95kY/s640/IMG_0611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEVStOSgpY/TcRvw7KGAEI/AAAAAAAACSQ/-zu_oauwltw/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEVStOSgpY/TcRvw7KGAEI/AAAAAAAACSQ/-zu_oauwltw/s640/IMG_0612.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nK7GHSKXLjk/TcRwMUHb5PI/AAAAAAAACSU/LuMHgH-QIms/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nK7GHSKXLjk/TcRwMUHb5PI/AAAAAAAACSU/LuMHgH-QIms/s640/IMG_0613.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Jqt1Ymqvc/TcRwmP5-uaI/AAAAAAAACSY/JH9-oE4mT00/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Jqt1Ymqvc/TcRwmP5-uaI/AAAAAAAACSY/JH9-oE4mT00/s640/IMG_0614.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_yaZR5QVUE/TcRw-oTyv8I/AAAAAAAACSc/Y1Qhed_hUTw/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_yaZR5QVUE/TcRw-oTyv8I/AAAAAAAACSc/Y1Qhed_hUTw/s640/IMG_0615.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a little carried away with the hammer on parts of it... but what can ya do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I've also made Boston some dang cute ties! I need to post pictures of those next week sometime! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1889246379562289548?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1889246379562289548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1889246379562289548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1889246379562289548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1889246379562289548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/crafty-lindsey.html' title='Crafty Lindsey'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXbgaJ2FPQ/TcRt3zk_giI/AAAAAAAACR8/5M1qr-26TBU/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8192721627413827574</id><published>2011-05-06T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:47:37.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIZKSEX_kDw/TcRrFbX_OnI/AAAAAAAACR4/QuTG4k_bLVk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIZKSEX_kDw/TcRrFbX_OnI/AAAAAAAACR4/QuTG4k_bLVk/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The change was a LOT more drastic then it looks... He was starting to get a mullet and his wings were about an inch longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take Boston's 18 month pictures this weekend so I gave Bobby permission to "trim" his hair. take out the mullet and trim the "wings." Well... My dear sweet husband made a mess of the back... then about butchered his hair... But only on one side! So as I am freaking out, being an emotional WRECK... I finally gave in and said, "this can't be fixed, just use the clippers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still ended up with a happy little boy! And he is pretty dang handsome. Plus he's going to feel a lot better this summer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of my new and improved B-Man!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8192721627413827574?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8192721627413827574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8192721627413827574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8192721627413827574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8192721627413827574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/bostons-new-hair.html' title='Boston&apos;s New Hair'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIZKSEX_kDw/TcRrFbX_OnI/AAAAAAAACR4/QuTG4k_bLVk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5401665798820367339</id><published>2011-05-06T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:59:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of THIS Stay-at-Home-Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after reading &lt;a href="http://ailinhandaaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/confessions-of-being-stay-at-home-mama.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I realized how I could TOTALLY relate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, just last month I was going CRAZY. Saying I needed to get out. I wanted to get a job and I wanted to feel like I was doing something to help our family. Bobby told me that I didn't need to but I was certain that I did. So I got a job interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then came Boston. "Mom, Mom, Mom, Dad, Bye Bye Guys!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And he walked away and went to play in his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At that point, I wanted to follow him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that if I were to work, we'd have to do day care. Or something to that affect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I then decided that I want to be the one that teaches him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That sees him doing his "firsts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) is hard work. REALLY hard work. I only get about an hour or 2 break during the day. During which time I clean up the mess that Boston has made that morning. Or I go and work out. Or some sort of craft. And then, about 5-10 minutes before nap time is over, I decide to take a nap myself. Then I pray that those 5-10 minutes are enough to make it through the rest of the day and night. It usually is! Those of you that are around Boston a lot know how extremely active, outgoing, loud, and energetic he is. He is completely Bobby's son. And I can't keep up with Bobby! So trying to keep up with Boston AND Bobby? Sometimes I find myself in Zombie mode. It usually only lasts about half an hour, then I fight through it and make it back to "AWESOME Mommy" mode! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Confession #27- Some days I want to do absolutely nothing. Sit on the couch, cuddle my baby, and watch movies all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Confession #347- Some days I want to run away. I obviously never do. But I do daydream about laying on a beach drinking a Strawberry Daiquiri reading a fabulous book. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Confession #4- One day, last week, Boston and I stayed in our pajamas all day! Then about an hour before Bobby got home, I got both of us ready, looking fabulous! Bobby never knew! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Confession #2347- Sometimes while I'm working out, getting through that 4th mile, I think of the fact that when I walk into the apartment Boston is going to come running for me with a big huge smile on his face saying "Mommy, Mommy!" That gets me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Confession #894- No matter how stressful ONE day can be, I would never trade my life in for the entire world!! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. stay tuned for those crafts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.s. stay tuned for Boston's hair cut story this morning. :( Saddest morning of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5401665798820367339?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5401665798820367339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5401665798820367339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5401665798820367339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5401665798820367339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/confessions-of-this-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Confessions of THIS Stay-at-Home-Mom!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7703605843995944376</id><published>2011-05-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:35:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a BUSY day! I have been doing lots of crafts the last few days and have not spent much time on the internet until today! But I can't wait to get my some pictures of what's been going on. Also... everyone needs to head on over to &lt;a href="http://trulie-scrumptious.blogspot.com/"&gt;{trulie-scrumptious}&lt;/a&gt; and check out their exercise week! Great tips to get in shape! And everything else over there is pretty dang fabulous! Check it out on Saturday too! I get to be a guest blogger! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to show off my cute new projects as of late! ;) Life is good! Could it get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Church is TRUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7703605843995944376?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7703605843995944376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7703605843995944376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7703605843995944376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7703605843995944376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/05/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-287978930249921423</id><published>2011-04-25T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:42:58.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>I feel like lately I've had a lot of this that when I hear about it I think &lt;i&gt;UGHHH... That is such a big pet peeve of mine!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hear another one.&lt;br /&gt;A girl on facebook was complaining about a baby crying on the airplane she was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bobby's dad does job interviews he asks people, "What do you do or say if there is a baby crying on your plane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of there answers have ANYTHING to do with being annoyed, or asking a parent to have their child be quiet he won't even take a second look at the application. While flying parents are completely humiliated if their children or child is misbehaving! Wouldn't you be? Boston is a wonderful flier but even if he starts talking I feel like i need to shush him!... Baby and Toddler and Children... There EARS hurt on airplanes. They are cramped into little spaces with nothing to do! How could your first thought not be for the parents and for the poor baby whose ears probably hurt! Ughh... PET PEEVE! You'll probably get a few more of these posts... But oh well! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-287978930249921423?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/287978930249921423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=287978930249921423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/287978930249921423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/287978930249921423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/04/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-4375976094841622330</id><published>2011-04-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:10.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me! xoxo</title><content type='html'>So I'm probably the worst person at putting pictures of my child on my blog! Like literally the WORST! Since getting so into photography I have felt the need to completely edit any sort of picture that I put on the internet anywhere!! Facebook or The Blog! Facebook is easier because I just upload them straight from my phone but as soon as I put pictures from my phone onto my computer... I feel like they need to go straight to photoshop. So I hardly ever put pictures on here! Well... Today you are about to get a picture overload!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not even kidding! But you'll love it.. They are mostly Boston! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgM4oIv5UYc/TbDePDmh0rI/AAAAAAAACP0/Wi3qwUyaIug/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgM4oIv5UYc/TbDePDmh0rI/AAAAAAAACP0/Wi3qwUyaIug/s640/1.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is b-man's model pose... no big thing. he does it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxOWu6stexI/TbDeX3vFFBI/AAAAAAAACP4/2KhgI8zRQSw/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxOWu6stexI/TbDeX3vFFBI/AAAAAAAACP4/2KhgI8zRQSw/s640/2.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was when we finally decided on a hair style for this guys "mop!" ha.. he was obviously sick of me playing with his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2ixq7pCPAc/TbDedivOIPI/AAAAAAAACP8/0-bHnzStiCM/s1600/photo-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2ixq7pCPAc/TbDedivOIPI/AAAAAAAACP8/0-bHnzStiCM/s640/photo-11.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is just one of the MANY Boston faces I receive on a daily basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTxpBN-BUf0/TbDek7ZOYXI/AAAAAAAACQA/toEbfkXonwQ/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTxpBN-BUf0/TbDek7ZOYXI/AAAAAAAACQA/toEbfkXonwQ/s640/photo-1.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's another Boston face! haha... And the first hair style we tried... His "Rocker Chic" style... It didn't fit him!... How bout those EYE LASHES! My little boy has the most fabulous eye lashes I've ever seen! It's been like that since day one though so I'm not surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv6a5cruJEI/TbDesKgVX3I/AAAAAAAACQE/LQ-Ivm0NACY/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv6a5cruJEI/TbDesKgVX3I/AAAAAAAACQE/LQ-Ivm0NACY/s640/photo-2.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went and saw Rango... and he liked Kermit more! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J5igEu3QQc/TbDez1UkDKI/AAAAAAAACQI/Ib3Qv7uNC88/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J5igEu3QQc/TbDez1UkDKI/AAAAAAAACQI/Ib3Qv7uNC88/s640/photo-3.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went and dropped daddy off at work... Then decided to hit up Super Walmart and grab some yummy McDonalds pancakes(I'm not a fan. Boston is though!) And then we found a fun chair to sit in. He was THRILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frmGfCI7fLM/TbDe0tncrgI/AAAAAAAACQM/0cMbOqpFQV0/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frmGfCI7fLM/TbDe0tncrgI/AAAAAAAACQM/0cMbOqpFQV0/s640/photo-4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;HORRIBLE PICTURE! But this is one of the nights we got to go out to dinner without Boston. We went to Chart House and had a corner table with views all around us of the ocean and it was a clear night in Monterey so we could see all of Seaside and even to Santa Cruz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipjCeCXKFaw/TbDe9Uef7JI/AAAAAAAACQQ/NxZBbcFDIQI/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipjCeCXKFaw/TbDe9Uef7JI/AAAAAAAACQQ/NxZBbcFDIQI/s640/photo-5.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boston and Bobby watching a movie. Boston is SUCH a daddy's boy! I think it's adorable. And why wouldn't he be? He's with me all day! I'm sure he needs some "male" time! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGqEQViDt6Y/TbDfGRPImZI/AAAAAAAACQU/E1evKfGKDzw/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGqEQViDt6Y/TbDfGRPImZI/AAAAAAAACQU/E1evKfGKDzw/s640/photo-6.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;While in California, Bobby and I + Boston, went for a Sunday drive. I gave Boston a See's Candy sucker and half way through it, he was GONE! Sugar coma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nxP4k9ZFto/TbDfMlAGuMI/AAAAAAAACQY/CkC2Xs-h4aw/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nxP4k9ZFto/TbDfMlAGuMI/AAAAAAAACQY/CkC2Xs-h4aw/s640/photo-7.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's just way too handsome for his own good! Lock up yo DAUGHTAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PLI7Pc5GMM/TbDfUUPVIXI/AAAAAAAACQc/VFwaQf9gLg0/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PLI7Pc5GMM/TbDfUUPVIXI/AAAAAAAACQc/VFwaQf9gLg0/s640/photo-8.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do I need to explain this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GoXwGypjBg/TbDfWPyaWpI/AAAAAAAACQg/8ns0SZ8PwUw/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GoXwGypjBg/TbDfWPyaWpI/AAAAAAAACQg/8ns0SZ8PwUw/s640/photo-9.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Boston's first ice cream cone by himself... He was in heaven... And I had to clean him up. But at least I got to eat my ice cream without getting yelled at!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irJTAMb73jA/TbDfb8HQrFI/AAAAAAAACQk/QrYWblj3qrM/s1600/photo-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irJTAMb73jA/TbDfb8HQrFI/AAAAAAAACQk/QrYWblj3qrM/s640/photo-10.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I put some mashed potatoes in a bowl for this guy to eat... And eat he did! And as soon as they were gone he lifted up the bowl... And LICKED it clean! such a dork! This is his "seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lunf5PyWZug/TbDfgwniTTI/AAAAAAAACQo/a97Q-80WffA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lunf5PyWZug/TbDfgwniTTI/AAAAAAAACQo/a97Q-80WffA/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today Boston and I went on a DATE! Our first date! =] So fun! We went and saw the movie Rio, which was adorable. And we LOADED up on junk food and popcorn! I've been sick ever since! But I wouldn't trade today for the world!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-4375976094841622330?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4375976094841622330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=4375976094841622330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4375976094841622330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4375976094841622330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-you-love-me-xoxo.html' title='You know you love me! xoxo'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgM4oIv5UYc/TbDePDmh0rI/AAAAAAAACP0/Wi3qwUyaIug/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5635748813927804504</id><published>2011-04-18T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:57:15.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've pretty much hated blogging. I think it's because I've been having so much fun with Boston! The days that are nice we spend most of it outside... Right now we are waiting for the rain to stop so we can go out! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that I love that little guy way too much! Everyday is a new adventure and I couldn't imagine my life without him. It's hard to believe how big he is getting and how independent he is! Last week we go him his own "camping chair" and he just LOVES it! We are excited to go camping this summer with it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I's "little" vacation to Salt Lake City was so much fun! We got in Saturday afternoon. We got to go to dinner that night and hang out with some of Bobby's mission buddies! We had a lot of fun! Sunday... We went and got a red box and watched it in our car! It was so fun to just sit in our car in a parking lot laughing and watching a movie! We then shopped and watched the Masters the rest of the day. That night we got ALL dressed up. Bobby in one of his nice suits.. and me in a SEXY dress! and SUPER high heels! haha. and we went to dinner! It was seriously the best dinner that I have probably ever had! It was such a blast. We ended up coming home on Monday instead of Tuesday. Just because there isn't much to do in SLC besides shop! haha. Sunday night Bobby and I were laying in bed at our hotel and he looked over at me and I had tears coming down my face. He asked me what was wrong. And I just said that I missed Boston! It's crazy how much life changes for the better when you have a child. It was so different not having him with us, but it was really good for us to just get away and just be "us" for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in the process of planning a trip out East. We figure Bobby can interview for internships and we can get familiar with the city that we plan on living in in just 1-1.5 short year/s. Around this time of year I get really "home sick" for going out east. I'm not sure why? But I love NYC and Boston and pretty much all of the historic cities on the East Coast. We're hoping to go out pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I have the best husband in the world. I definitely married UP and he married DOWN! he's so fabulous to me and I have no idea where I would be without him. He does so much for our family and for me personally. And he makes me want to be a much better person! I couldn't do it without him! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5635748813927804504?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5635748813927804504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5635748813927804504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5635748813927804504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5635748813927804504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-663234243795335222</id><published>2011-04-05T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:28:24.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborn Photo Shoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQ5sGnPOEk/TZvBbnVCcoI/AAAAAAAACOA/h3I3hHf-xJc/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQ5sGnPOEk/TZvBbnVCcoI/AAAAAAAACOA/h3I3hHf-xJc/s640/24.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't yet... You need to check out this sweet girls pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lindseymartinezphotography.com/2011/04/elysenewbornbabiesrexburg-photographer.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see how stinkin' adorable sweet little Elyse is! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-663234243795335222?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/663234243795335222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=663234243795335222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/663234243795335222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/663234243795335222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/04/newborn-photo-shoot.html' title='Newborn Photo Shoot!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQ5sGnPOEk/TZvBbnVCcoI/AAAAAAAACOA/h3I3hHf-xJc/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7408598785507581663</id><published>2011-04-04T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:19:59.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Late!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like my days all blend together. And then there are the photo shoot days. These are my "days off!" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this crazy thing that we call our life has been pretty... Well, crazy lately! Bobby's getting ready to start school mid-April and I'm getting ready to start a pretty busy summer of weddings! Boston is getting ready to talk our ears off! He already does do this but he's starting to actually turn his little jabbers into words! Which is exciting. Except for the fact that Bobby and I really have to watch what we say in front of him now! Bobby said something yesterday in a joking manner and the word he said... Boston repeated. It wasn't a horrible word. But a word that I would rather my son not say! haha. So apparently Bobby and I need to focus more on the "nice" words! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was conference. Oh my goodness. It was probably my favorite conference yet! I just love listening to the leaders of our Church speak. Especially when it feels like they are literally talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between sessions we had our good friends come over so the we could take their new baby girl, Elyse's, newborn pictures! The turned out absolutely adorable and I can't wait to share them! So stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we were done with pictures we headed out to my dad's for the second session! Boston absolutely LOVES my dad! In fact, my dad cannot go anywhere without Boston at his feet! We actually went out there because Bobby bought 2 tri-tips and he made one of them! Oh My Goodness. It was absolutely fabulous! If there is one thing that my husband can do it's cook good meat!! =]&lt;br /&gt;(you should try his ribs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Boston lately. He is SERIOUSLY the MOST energetic 18 month old in the world! I am not even kidding! He literally runs, jumps, hops, skips, and makes funny faces at me all day long! I wish that I could have 1/8 of his energy! He also jabbers/talks ALL day!&lt;br /&gt;(actually for about 2 hours of the day he's very silent while he takes a nap! =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Bobby and I will be off for a "just the 2 of us" vacation! All we are doing is going to Salt Lake. But we plan on going to the Salt Lake City Temple, snowboarding, and eating out for every meal. &amp;nbsp;It will be so nice to just get away and have 4 days to just ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to starting this week off great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7408598785507581663?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7408598785507581663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7408598785507581663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7408598785507581663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7408598785507581663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-of-late.html' title='As of Late!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-550889141558180742</id><published>2011-03-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:55:27.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4MyNXBYOBgo/TYdmkRTULVI/AAAAAAAACLw/NCc-2xX9s4g/s1600/Diptych+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4MyNXBYOBgo/TYdmkRTULVI/AAAAAAAACLw/NCc-2xX9s4g/s640/Diptych+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this big old eyes are what get me through the tough days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even when he won't pay attention to me because Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure do love this little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-550889141558180742?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/550889141558180742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=550889141558180742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/550889141558180742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/550889141558180742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4MyNXBYOBgo/TYdmkRTULVI/AAAAAAAACLw/NCc-2xX9s4g/s72-c/Diptych+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8655484738264712450</id><published>2011-03-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:21:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-urifCPiNSyA/TYPZtJn9W9I/AAAAAAAACLo/o2ipLDZUzhI/s1600/8377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-urifCPiNSyA/TYPZtJn9W9I/AAAAAAAACLo/o2ipLDZUzhI/s400/8377.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would've picked Bobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty of pictures of him and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here's my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's been there for me since... Well, since the day I was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8655484738264712450?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8655484738264712450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8655484738264712450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8655484738264712450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8655484738264712450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-two.html' title='Day Two-'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-urifCPiNSyA/TYPZtJn9W9I/AAAAAAAACLo/o2ipLDZUzhI/s72-c/8377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1817173552588505409</id><published>2011-03-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:29:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>Oh March, I sure hate you...&lt;br /&gt;March is a month full of memories of my mom. The bad ones seem to outweigh the good ones. But today is a good one! It's my Mom's BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday to you, Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aJYQZMazyx0/TYOWW4JX_mI/AAAAAAAACLY/CuKOt7EVA9w/s1600/Mom2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aJYQZMazyx0/TYOWW4JX_mI/AAAAAAAACLY/CuKOt7EVA9w/s400/Mom2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G22bzYn7bUI/TYOWYJghlpI/AAAAAAAACLc/O-YYAnDoXvk/s1600/Mom4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G22bzYn7bUI/TYOWYJghlpI/AAAAAAAACLc/O-YYAnDoXvk/s400/Mom4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WqjbWyvYNMc/TYOWYw00e_I/AAAAAAAACLg/IQWvJvbQTPM/s1600/Mom3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WqjbWyvYNMc/TYOWYw00e_I/AAAAAAAACLg/IQWvJvbQTPM/s400/Mom3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2N9eZxauTi4/TYOWZbj2cUI/AAAAAAAACLk/3EvPh0Haldw/s1600/Mom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2N9eZxauTi4/TYOWZbj2cUI/AAAAAAAACLk/3EvPh0Haldw/s400/Mom1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1817173552588505409?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1817173552588505409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1817173552588505409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1817173552588505409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1817173552588505409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aJYQZMazyx0/TYOWW4JX_mI/AAAAAAAACLY/CuKOt7EVA9w/s72-c/Mom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-5178743454700312942</id><published>2011-03-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:45:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 01-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Picture of Yourself with 10 Facts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-88iVsYcAd1Y/TX43CVoJXCI/AAAAAAAACLU/J8iwBNBkcV4/s1600/1054b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-88iVsYcAd1Y/TX43CVoJXCI/AAAAAAAACLU/J8iwBNBkcV4/s400/1054b.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1- I have 1 real sibling, 5 half siblings, and 6 step siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2- I like to put chocolate in the microwave to melt it a little bit! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3- I love desserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4- Running is something that I enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5- I have the cutest little boy ever! (he just woke up and is honking his horn at me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6- My husband is the love of my life, and my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7- I think I have a pizza obsession. (Thanks Jeff!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8- I like to BAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9- I wish that I had more fun things to sew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10- I like to take pictures. Lots and Lots of pictures! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-5178743454700312942?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5178743454700312942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=5178743454700312942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5178743454700312942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/5178743454700312942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-01.html' title='Day 01-'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-88iVsYcAd1Y/TX43CVoJXCI/AAAAAAAACLU/J8iwBNBkcV4/s72-c/1054b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8338918047913675473</id><published>2011-03-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:37:10.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Everyone is doing this whole 30 day thing on facebook! I think it's pretty annoying to be honest! I feel like everytime I get on facebook this stupid list is popped up in my face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Anyways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;My babies asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;So I'm going to start it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;We'll see if I finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But I will not. WILL NOT do it on facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with 10 facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 06 - A picture of somewhere you've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 07 - A picture that shows your true self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 10 - A picture of someone you see yourself marrying in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 14 - A picture of your favorite pastime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone you've been friends with the longest and still feel connected to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 17 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your favorite place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 19 - A picture of a habit you wish you didn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 25 - A picture of you last year and how you've changed since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8338918047913675473?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8338918047913675473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8338918047913675473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8338918047913675473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8338918047913675473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days.html' title='30 Days?'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2041125889512525637</id><published>2011-03-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:31:17.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>California was an absolue blast! But boy was I ready to come home!&lt;br /&gt;We got there Saturday the 5th and didn't get home until yesterday. I was pretty much husbandless the whole week. Bobby helped his dad redo their roof! But it wasn't too big of a deal. It was easy to keep Boston and I entertained. We went to the park. Went and saw some donkeys. Shopped. Got sick. and ATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously the MOST excited for eating out while we were there. We got to go to my 2 most FAVORITE places to eat! Chart House and Old Fisherman's Grotto. And the sea food in California is to die for! Literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's parents got a dog a couple of months ago that I had completely forgotten about! Boston doesn't mind dogs, but it was pretty hard with their dog that, even though she is like 8 months old, she is still a "puppy." A not so little puppy! Poor dog ended up getting locked up for most of the time we were there! She just liked Boston WAY too much! And Boston liked her too. It just needed to be his idea to pet her or go over to her. She tried to play with him a couple of time, getting too rough, and so my little man has some scratches on his cheek! Good thing he's tough.&lt;br /&gt;So tough in fact, that he got sick! He's had a horrible cough and has been running a fever since Wednesday or Thursday. He's soooo sad! I think he's coming out of it though! I've been awake for 3 hours and he's still asleep! You'd think I'd have a lot done by now. I don't. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my most favorite part of the trip was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c_cBKAloqmk/TX4zmnrgpXI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hKAN8f7ceGY/s1600/191406_10150135955989241_563424240_6187883_7371636_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c_cBKAloqmk/TX4zmnrgpXI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hKAN8f7ceGY/s400/191406_10150135955989241_563424240_6187883_7371636_o.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you read my blog, I'm sure that by now you know that I'm obsessed with The Biggest Loser! So when my friend, Kallie, text me and told me that BRETT HOEBEL was going to be doing a work out class in Monterey, I jumped right on it! He was very disappointed to find out we were both married! =[ ha jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from Monterey we had a 4 hour long layover in LA... So we got to go and hang out with Brent, Caitlin, Cory, Kelsey, and VAUGHN! It was great just going to lunch and getting to see them before coming back to Idaho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp... That pretty much sums up our California trip.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets hope that Boston and Bobby get feeling better before Nate and Erin's little girl gets here Tuesday!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2041125889512525637?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2041125889512525637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2041125889512525637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2041125889512525637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2041125889512525637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/03/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c_cBKAloqmk/TX4zmnrgpXI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hKAN8f7ceGY/s72-c/191406_10150135955989241_563424240_6187883_7371636_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-41103357852443771</id><published>2011-02-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:55:45.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life so...</title><content type='html'>CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off!&lt;br /&gt;seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to crawl into bed and not get up until April! Well March 5th...&lt;br /&gt;i had a photo shoot last Monday, Tuesday, Saturday (which you could call 2 photo shoots,) and Today.&lt;br /&gt;we hang out with friends almost every night. (which i LOVE by the way!) =]&lt;br /&gt;we have a very busy LOUD little boy.&lt;br /&gt;i have a problem with always wanting to pick up a new hobby. (whether or not i finish the project.)&lt;br /&gt;apparently we have a new addiction to pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with sending texts to my husband thinking no one will read them! at least it was considered funny! hehe. dang boys!&lt;br /&gt;i try to start too many projects before i can finish the last one.&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt from running tonight. they never hurt. is it the shoes i wore today? i don't know? but they are sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of running. since i've officially been following through with my work outs, i guess i can explain exactly what i'm doing. i haven't wanted to blog about it, just in case i flake. but since i haven't "flaked" yet. i guess i can let my secret go!&lt;br /&gt;when i started running in California my plan was to do this, but we moved and i was lazy and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;well... since it's been almost 5 weeks. (i know, i'm amazing right! ;)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i started at one mile and have been going up .5 miles every 5 days, trying to get fit and get tone and blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;i decided i wanted to do a 100 miles in 100 days type of thing. obviously it's going to be less then 100 days but you get the drift! i haven't been running saturday and sunday... but i think i'll start running saturdays in hopes of getting my 100 miles done faster. i'm only up to 2.5 miles a day but i'm ready for 5! i just don't want to burn myself out by doing too much at one time! i've ran a total of 30 miles already so i'm getting there! wahoo for getting fit! plus bobby told me my legs looked toner today. don't you love little comments like that from husbands?! they DO notice! ;)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. running is why i'm blogging right now. since bobby was in utah this morning i didn't have my usual alarm clock of 5:30 p90x husband to wake me up at 7 when he came home! so thank you 9 pm run! i'm now WIDE awake and ready to take on the world... wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the husband.&lt;br /&gt;did you know that him and jeff make absolutely amazing pizza!? oh they do! in fact we had 10 people in our apartment on sunday for pizza! and this was even minus some friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8NbtSFdgMM/TWSgb2fcl4I/AAAAAAAACI4/Nf81Km3VY4Q/s1600/IMG_8989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8NbtSFdgMM/TWSgb2fcl4I/AAAAAAAACI4/Nf81Km3VY4Q/s400/IMG_8989.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-p9NEPatfA/TWSgekRa83I/AAAAAAAACI8/Ix0rYqXvV4I/s1600/IMG_8990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-p9NEPatfA/TWSgekRa83I/AAAAAAAACI8/Ix0rYqXvV4I/s400/IMG_8990.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the husband sold his motorcycle. which i'm totally okay with! he had a dream he crashed it and was paralyzed. bye, bye motorcycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides editing lots of wedding &amp;amp; lots of newborn pictures, this will be my week off and i can't wait to get LOTS done and play with Boston! yayyyy for teaching my baby lots of new things! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is my latest project. my friend erin has been making lots of bows for her future baby girl, due in 4 weeks! =] so i could resist making bows of my own! (totally for photography reasons!) no baby girl for me! so here is a crappy phone picture that doesn't do them justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjF_myNAvw0/TWShOjd36oI/AAAAAAAACJA/bM-QgHSkxVk/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjF_myNAvw0/TWShOjd36oI/AAAAAAAACJA/bM-QgHSkxVk/s400/photo.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-41103357852443771?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/41103357852443771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=41103357852443771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/41103357852443771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/41103357852443771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-is-life-so.html' title='Why is life so...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8NbtSFdgMM/TWSgb2fcl4I/AAAAAAAACI4/Nf81Km3VY4Q/s72-c/IMG_8989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1166937935720036895</id><published>2011-02-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:14:20.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines!</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to post pictures but I thought it was NECESSARY for me to blog about my Valentines Day this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby hates Valentines Day... And let's be honest... I don't blame him. So for the past 2 (maybe 3?) years we have had HORRIBLE Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year... We were dating. I went snowboarding during the day, Bobby was supposed to come over to my house but I fell asleep. No Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second year... Our first year of marriage. Bobby was in Arizona. Without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third year... Our second year of marriage. I went all out! I bought Bobby some "special items," a card, and a movie. (okay... Maybe not all out. But there was definitely some effort put in on my part!) What did I get... Zilch. Zero. Notta. NOTHING! (I have to give him credit here though. He always gets me really good random gifts throughout the year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fourth year.... This year. So after the last 3 poopy years... I had decided to ignore Valentines day. It just wasn't going to happen at my home this year and I was okay with it. In fact, I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT Bobby spoiled me soooo much ALL throughout February.&lt;br /&gt;First... I got my lens.&lt;br /&gt;Second... I got my iPad.&lt;br /&gt;Third... I got my Steve Madden boots!&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had accepted THOSE things as my Valentines Day gifts from my very amazing husband. But I still decided Valentines SUCKED. So... Sorry to say but I didn't get him a thing! I didn't plan a special dinner. No romantic night in. No nothing! Actually, I scheduled a photo shoot this day JUST to keep me preoccupied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... As I was driving to my shoot Bobby called and said he wanted to take me to go to Jaker's with our friend, Jeff and Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! Dinner? on VALENTINES? Really? For me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely thrilled! Thinking that was the end of my gifts... (I was okay with this!)&lt;br /&gt;I got ONE more surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first CARD from Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;No really. I cried!&lt;br /&gt;It said really sweet things in it and I'm pretty sure I fell in love all over again!&lt;br /&gt;Bobby had never written me a card before. I mean... I get the random "I love you's" on the bathroom mirror. Or other cute sayings.&lt;br /&gt;But never a whole card. With a whole love letter written in it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP he deserves the best husband award! He's AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;What did we do after Jaker's you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Thanks to that card... We went and picked up Boston. And went STRAIGHT to bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you card!&lt;br /&gt;And Bobby! I LOVE YOU BABE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1166937935720036895?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1166937935720036895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1166937935720036895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1166937935720036895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1166937935720036895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3081669514911150835</id><published>2011-02-19T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:58:27.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't yet...&lt;br /&gt;You need to &lt;a href="http://lmartinezphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;click her&lt;/a&gt;e and look at 2 of the 3 photo shoots I had this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a busy week that I thought today was Thursday! Apparently I'm not ready for church tomorrow! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3081669514911150835?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3081669514911150835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3081669514911150835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3081669514911150835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3081669514911150835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8239773563103599405</id><published>2011-02-09T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:57:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A what?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I'm always looking for something else to feel my time!?&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends said to me the other day, "your way too ambitious, your always thinking of some new hobby to take up or some new career path to go on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;I make fun of Bobby all the time by telling him that he changes his mind about what he wants to do way too often! (but he has the ONE thing in mind all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always surfing the Internet looking at new things I can make. It's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... One second I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;An architect&lt;br /&gt;A dental assistant&lt;br /&gt;A dental hygienist&lt;br /&gt;A mom&lt;br /&gt;A photographer&lt;br /&gt;A sports coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest craze?&lt;br /&gt;A dietician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually came to my mind as I was laying in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the idea... But would I love the job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even a healthy person... Oh well... This too shall pass im sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know next week.&lt;br /&gt;As for now, maybe I should become a professional blogger...&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged 3 times in the last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lindsey,&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lindz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8239773563103599405?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8239773563103599405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8239773563103599405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8239773563103599405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8239773563103599405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/what.html' title='A what?'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-828008205078752797</id><published>2011-02-09T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:17:59.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though he looks kind of like a girl in this picture, I just couldn't resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpfkPqoXdPU/TVMmLc2gwcI/AAAAAAAACEY/RwBUY9h8ASs/s1600/IMG_7512+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpfkPqoXdPU/TVMmLc2gwcI/AAAAAAAACEY/RwBUY9h8ASs/s400/IMG_7512+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little dude ALWAYS has some sort of expression on his face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He never has this cute little innocent look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And isn't he just precious?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby got me a new lens for Christmas that I just did not like. (It was a wonderful effort though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took the lens back and have been searching for the "perfect Lindsey lens" for quite a while. Well, a few week ago I found it! I ordered it and got it yesterday! I'm having a blast playing around with it and am already in love! I can't wait for next Monday and Tuesdays shoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now... Colby and Boston will have to do as my models! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like life just keeps getting better and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've got tickets to go back to Carmel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are wanting to plan a cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are loving having our sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are absolutely insanely working out. (make sense?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. I don't know how I didn't work out for so dang long! I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't wait to see Bobby's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are loving living so close to all my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE our friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We play way more often than we should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But don't worry, we work a lot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stay VERY busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get to go to Utah this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get to go shopping and Bobby isn't going to complain once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Boston might.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colby get's to go with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(entertainment in the car for Boston! Yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husbands leaving me again tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does he do that to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I do sleep better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have to sleep on the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Colby and I are going to have a Saw marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe Colby will sleep with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I will once again sleep on the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we are back to square one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are you leaving me again!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-828008205078752797?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/828008205078752797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=828008205078752797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/828008205078752797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/828008205078752797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/couldnt-resist.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Resist'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpfkPqoXdPU/TVMmLc2gwcI/AAAAAAAACEY/RwBUY9h8ASs/s72-c/IMG_7512+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8646484140161914341</id><published>2011-02-08T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:55:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I've been running every morning I've been feeling sooooooooo fabulous! And I've definitely seen the results.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I told Bobby that I wanted to run a Half Marathon! And he was extremely supportive. Even offering to run with me!&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I registered...&lt;br /&gt;This is such a great goal to work towards for me seeing as I've never ran any sort of race like that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next year I'll do a marathon!? We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It's on my birthday! What a fabulous way to bring on 22 years of living!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lindz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Teton%20Dam%20Half%20Marathon&amp;z=10'&gt;Teton Dam Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8646484140161914341?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8646484140161914341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8646484140161914341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8646484140161914341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8646484140161914341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/since-ive-been-running-every-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3936829512890809791</id><published>2011-02-02T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:49:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>I made a mistake this morning...&lt;br /&gt;I looked at these precious pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/02/1209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/02/s_1209.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/02/1210.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/02/s_1210.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/02/1211.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/02/s_1211.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/02/1212.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/02/s_1212.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lindz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3936829512890809791?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3936829512890809791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3936829512890809791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3936829512890809791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3936829512890809791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-boy.html' title='Baby Boy'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7741002542594795802</id><published>2011-01-31T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:42:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was trying to think of the last time I added some pictures of Boston to my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to be a good mom this morning and take some random pictures of my baby! Even though he's all grungy in his tshirt and girlfriend jeans! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUby5L06G5I/AAAAAAAACDU/yquR9GUA49s/s1600/IMG_7463+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUby5L06G5I/AAAAAAAACDU/yquR9GUA49s/s640/IMG_7463+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So when Mom pulls the camera out... We usually start like this. REALLY happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzEYbDinI/AAAAAAAACDY/9K_uha4YTNU/s1600/IMG_7460+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzEYbDinI/AAAAAAAACDY/9K_uha4YTNU/s640/IMG_7460+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We then go to CRAZY! He pulls funny faces while I laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzRMb3vZI/AAAAAAAACDc/opRCMwdnXcM/s1600/IMG_7467+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzRMb3vZI/AAAAAAAACDc/opRCMwdnXcM/s640/IMG_7467+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We then go to this... "MOM! I'm really sick of pictures now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzYuNvAeI/AAAAAAAACDg/_eGB15XSONg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzYuNvAeI/AAAAAAAACDg/_eGB15XSONg/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzhSMi0bI/AAAAAAAACDk/93lZL-rUyTA/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUbzhSMi0bI/AAAAAAAACDk/93lZL-rUyTA/s640/Untitled-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7741002542594795802?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7741002542594795802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7741002542594795802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7741002542594795802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7741002542594795802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TUby5L06G5I/AAAAAAAACDU/yquR9GUA49s/s72-c/IMG_7463+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2343460503028421615</id><published>2011-01-29T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:51:00.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Honesty is the best policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best day I've had in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;I shopped. &lt;br /&gt;I spent all day with Boston &amp; Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;I worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I ate at SnakeBite with great friends. &lt;br /&gt;And I was honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... Boston is really good at stealing. &lt;br /&gt;He's stolen multiple shirts. Swedish fish. Other random candies. Water bottle. And I'm sure plenty of other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd ever be the one stealing something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I picked out a shirt to by Boston in Dillards. We put it behind him in his stroller not even thinking about it! We got distracted smelling yummy perfumes before we left and completely forgot about the shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... We ran into JCPenneys so Bobby could use the restroom. When he left I stepped in front of Boston to entertain him. Thus seeing the shirt and wanting to burst into tears! When Bobby came out seeing the look on my face and me pointing to the shirt. He just laughed. Every other time we've taken something on accident it's been Boston, never me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to take something back and say, "Sorry, my little boy must have grabbed this before left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say when is you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took it back to pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is they wouldn't have even known if Bobby wouldnt have told them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me love this story though?&lt;br /&gt;How grateful the woman behind the counter was!&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel a whole lot better!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Woman Behind The Counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lindz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2343460503028421615?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2343460503028421615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2343460503028421615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2343460503028421615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2343460503028421615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6314694843419404069</id><published>2011-01-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:49:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the NEW and IMPROVED... ME!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was just "sitting around."&lt;br /&gt;When I thought, &lt;i&gt;OMG, since Bobby hasn't been working all the time, I feel like I've been a BUM! And I'm LAZY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! I'm not afraid to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;I would sleep in until 8 maybe 9(One day I even slept in till 10!)... Which made me feel like I was dead to the world for the rest of the day! I was completely useless! I still worked out every night and I was still, what you could call, a mom. But I felt like I was NOT being the best person I could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Just so you know... I realized all of this in a matter of about 10 seconds!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a test yesterday... I decided to get up at 5. (Okayyyy, that didn't happen! Even when you go to bed early it's still hard to get up at 5!) But I did get up at 7, when Bobby got back from doing his P90X thing! =]&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the gym! (I hadn't been to the gym since St. Louis. I just ran outside. It's cold here.)&lt;br /&gt;I then ran a mile. (I ran miles in California, but it had been awhile. This was a big deal!)&lt;br /&gt;I then did abs. (Which I do everyday. But now twice a day.)&lt;br /&gt;Then I lifted. (Which I also do everyday. Now twice a day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HOLY COW! Did I have a fabulous day, or what?! It felt so good to be up and active throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;So I did it again today! =]&lt;br /&gt;Today is the ultimate test! It better be a good day too. Or else I might go back to being LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to be a better mom. I love my baby SO much and only want the best for him! Even when he completely destroys his room during nap time... =]&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better wife too! I feel like when I'm up and active, and doing my housewife "duties"(haha) Our relationship and the way we treat each other is 100 times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was better yesterday then it was the day before. And today my life is better then it was yesterday. I can only imagine how FANTASTIC it's going to get over the next few week, as I keep this schedule going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can YOU make YOUR life better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6314694843419404069?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6314694843419404069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6314694843419404069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6314694843419404069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6314694843419404069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-new-and-improved-me.html' title='Meet the NEW and IMPROVED... ME!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6778292602713280217</id><published>2011-01-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:40:45.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Not So Baby Boy! =[</title><content type='html'>Boston's first nap in his "big boy bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TTc8Y3wG5vI/AAAAAAAACDQ/k9FLp_d95f0/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TTc8Y3wG5vI/AAAAAAAACDQ/k9FLp_d95f0/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is he really big enough for this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been debating over the last month whether or not we should make his bed into a toddler bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Bobby had it done I said, "Nevermind! Make it back into a crib!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well... We called Boston into the room to see what he thought of it and as soon as he walked in he stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he got a HUGE grin on his face. (i'm sure those of you who are around him a lot know what grin I'm talking about!) SO CHEESY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he ran to the bed and crawled in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was worried about how he would sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Figuring that for his nap he'd just get out and go play with his toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For like 2 minutes till I realized that I heard banging in his room. So I went in and picked him up, stuck him in his bed. And he SCREAMED! haha... NOT wanting to go to sleep. Soooo... I rubbed his head, sang him his FAVORITE song(Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star) twice. And he was just fine after that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THEN.... I waited until I knew he was asleep and I snuck in to take a picture of his first "sleep" in his big boy bed! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait a second... It IS called a "toddler bed" right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does this make him a toddler!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta go wake him up and put his crib back together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6778292602713280217?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6778292602713280217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6778292602713280217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6778292602713280217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6778292602713280217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-not-so-baby-boy.html' title='My Not So Baby Boy! =['/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TTc8Y3wG5vI/AAAAAAAACDQ/k9FLp_d95f0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8737319735601938694</id><published>2011-01-15T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:18:43.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I never blog...&lt;br /&gt;1- I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;2- Bobby's home more which makes LESS time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a fantastic start to the new year! Boston is growing and growing and growing! Bobby is doing the school thing and keeping busy with working out and playing with his friends! =] and me... Well, I sometimes feel like I run around like a chicken with my head cut off! Boston is getting so close to talking and says almost anything with tell him to... Even if it is 3 minutes after we ask him to say it! =] We only have 2 1/2 more months till nursery and I couldn't be more excited! I figure we'll start "kind of" taking him next month to get him used to it. I don't think he'll have a problem, but you never know! Since Bobby is home more, Boston has been a terror! He does so good when Bobby is gone and is the best "toddler" in the world! But when Bobby gets home or if he's home all day Boston is a little punk! He just likes his Daddy so much that he wants to be with him, in his arms, at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is really picking up! I'm loving doing it and it's such a fun side job! I've already booked 4 wedding, 1 newborn, 2 engagements, and 1 family session from now till July. And that's just been this week! I can't wait to be busy doing something that I absolutely LOVE doing! I had actually been looking for a job, something to keep me busy so I wouldn't go crazy... Then, I realized that I was doing something that I loved doing, and it was keeping me just busy enough! =] So if you or anyone you know needs/wants pictures... Send them my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I've been busy doing? Working out with my best friend! Katie and I have been working out everyday for the last 2 weeks! Right now we are doing Jillian Michaels and will be moving on to Level TWO tomorrow! Aren't you so proud!? We're even gonna do P90X when we finish with Jillian kicking our bums! Bobby does P90X every morning with one of his friends too. It's a good thing we have these friends of ours or we would probably never work out! Well, I know I wouldn't anyways! Hmmm... What else is going on in the Martinez household?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I are planning our next vacation! Any suggestions!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... Babies. I feel like ALL I think about nowadays is having another baby! I want to... I don't want to... I want to... But I know I really probably don't/do want to. Get it? I love babies. I love little kids. I love kids in general. But MAN! Having one of your own is completely different! And we have an EASY one! haha... I just don't want our kids to be forever apart like my siblings and I are. I always thought, &lt;i&gt;Hey, 2 years is PERFECT!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;That would mean that I would be pregnant right now. They'd be exactly 2 years apart. Well, I still don't think I'm read to be pregnant just yet. I also don't think I'm ready to be changing 2 sets of diapers. &amp;nbsp;So... We'll wait. Who knows how much longer? But we will wait! Plus... It'd be so much harder to travel with 2, right? Plus once you have 2... You might as well have 3. And I don't want 3! I just want 2! haha... okay enough rambling! I'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that will do! Maybe my next post will be more interesting and maybe even possibly have pictures! wahooo! Maybe!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8737319735601938694?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8737319735601938694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8737319735601938694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8737319735601938694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8737319735601938694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-life.html' title='Our Life?'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6204525903272892585</id><published>2011-01-03T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:15:26.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in Review</title><content type='html'>2010 was a great year! It flew by WAYYY too fast and I can't wait to find out what 2011 brings! I have a feeling it's going to be another great year! I feel like most of OUR 2010 was spent driving and moving! I'm hoping to stay in one place for at least most of 2011!&lt;br /&gt;*beware... millions of pictures you've already seen! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought in 2010 with a great getaway to West Yellowstone with my family! This month Boston learned how to rollover for the first time but only if he was in a onesie! Can you believe my baby was ever this small?? Also this was the month we started the Biggest Loser! Plus found out we were going to be moving to St. Louis for the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgo70sq7I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/h5glLYGFdeQ/s1600/111_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgo70sq7I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/h5glLYGFdeQ/s1600/111_0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgpkbkdCI/AAAAAAAAB-c/X5XhDu1FD9E/s1600/111_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgpkbkdCI/AAAAAAAAB-c/X5XhDu1FD9E/s1600/111_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgp-O5dYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IUwD9qkDQ7M/s1600/Photo+154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgp-O5dYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IUwD9qkDQ7M/s1600/Photo+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgqeDbEYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/p-_hu5OtJRE/s1600/st-louis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgqeDbEYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/p-_hu5OtJRE/s1600/st-louis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgq14JMGI/AAAAAAAAB-o/IGe2rtc3PEo/s1600/the-biggest-loser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgq14JMGI/AAAAAAAAB-o/IGe2rtc3PEo/s1600/the-biggest-loser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Boston turned 4 months old! He got a huge personality and was becoming more and more fun! This was a good month for me! It was right when I was getting into photography! And when I bought my camera... Meaning, this is the month Boston became my model! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhkqzxesI/AAAAAAAAB-s/hYwM0eI4OVk/s1600/DPP_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhkqzxesI/AAAAAAAAB-s/hYwM0eI4OVk/s1600/DPP_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhlNtb-fI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ge-WYEU5Svk/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhlNtb-fI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ge-WYEU5Svk/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhliFUOtI/AAAAAAAAB-0/OvPKTEGNczY/s1600/securedownload-9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIhliFUOtI/AAAAAAAAB-0/OvPKTEGNczY/s1600/securedownload-9.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;March is a hard month! I don't think it will be easy for the rest of my life! It's the month that my mom died. It's my mom's birthday month. It's March. Someday it will be easier. In fact, I know it will! We took flowers to my moms grave. And I went to dinner with my brothers and my dad. I also lost ALL of my pregnancy weight and weighed as much as I did before I got pregnant! =] Plus Boston "first girlfriend" became official! hehe jk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjMWzAnLI/AAAAAAAAB-4/RYnUZ_OJhQg/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjMWzAnLI/AAAAAAAAB-4/RYnUZ_OJhQg/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjMr2MobI/AAAAAAAAB-8/7UqOSMwBxCs/s1600/l_e27e124530bde1c5eed92a2f7277916f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjMr2MobI/AAAAAAAAB-8/7UqOSMwBxCs/s1600/l_e27e124530bde1c5eed92a2f7277916f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjOXgTHVI/AAAAAAAAB_A/Sl7qgCod18Y/s1600/26286_354880154240_563424240_3384385_434279_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjOXgTHVI/AAAAAAAAB_A/Sl7qgCod18Y/s1600/26286_354880154240_563424240_3384385_434279_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjO3k6LXI/AAAAAAAAB_E/D9KJa2beh4Y/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIjO3k6LXI/AAAAAAAAB_E/D9KJa2beh4Y/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;April! I remember being SO excited for April! It meant Easter... Which meant Utah! It also meant that we would be traveling down to southern California for a little vacation with Bobby's family. Boston went to the ocean for the first time ever this trip! He also turned 6 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkL7uHtbI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nSWKkxNhG84/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkL7uHtbI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nSWKkxNhG84/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkMOkrn0I/AAAAAAAAB_M/Mt474EZxzRo/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkMOkrn0I/AAAAAAAAB_M/Mt474EZxzRo/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkMhpDNOI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/_Y_1JTxK_qc/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkMhpDNOI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/_Y_1JTxK_qc/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkNOyiqyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/5MTqbUgdle0/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkNOyiqyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/5MTqbUgdle0/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkNvmXPtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uRM-FEq3vpg/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkNvmXPtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uRM-FEq3vpg/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkOIxGtZI/AAAAAAAAB_c/WZLi17zlEQE/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkOIxGtZI/AAAAAAAAB_c/WZLi17zlEQE/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkObBaUPI/AAAAAAAAB_g/nVzNyyo9vgQ/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkObBaUPI/AAAAAAAAB_g/nVzNyyo9vgQ/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkO1PJtaI/AAAAAAAAB_k/yriN27fQM0E/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkO1PJtaI/AAAAAAAAB_k/yriN27fQM0E/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkPSZdWLI/AAAAAAAAB_o/S1Jp5_R2Fi4/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIkPSZdWLI/AAAAAAAAB_o/S1Jp5_R2Fi4/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this is when we moved to St. Louis. Just so everyone knows, I absolutely fell in love with this place! It was sooo gorgeous! We got to go to a Cardinals game and I got to spend a lot of time with friends and Boston!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk4QRLEeI/AAAAAAAAB_s/6FdedwVg09k/s1600/29255_407369649240_563424240_3819989_656140_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk4QRLEeI/AAAAAAAAB_s/6FdedwVg09k/s320/29255_407369649240_563424240_3819989_656140_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk42WsP-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/bT9bgy4Ubq8/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk42WsP-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/bT9bgy4Ubq8/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk5VOjtTI/AAAAAAAAB_0/Vw1x1JeZa4E/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk5VOjtTI/AAAAAAAAB_0/Vw1x1JeZa4E/s320/blog3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk5xGmV_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/hJgjsc6DAwU/s1600/blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk5xGmV_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/hJgjsc6DAwU/s320/blog4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk6hGae8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/Dbd9XJJttQ4/s1600/blog7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk6hGae8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/Dbd9XJJttQ4/s320/blog7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk7OOI4BI/AAAAAAAACAA/sQBm4-lK7s4/s1600/bman5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIk7OOI4BI/AAAAAAAACAA/sQBm4-lK7s4/s320/bman5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ended up moving to Carmel, California! A 36 hour drive from St. Louis... But we loved it! I was really emotional about moving here because I felt that it marked the end of Idaho. I wasn't sure if we'd ever go back. Which made me hate Carmel this month! This is when we celebrated my birthday too! I turned 21!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIllreanBI/AAAAAAAACAE/v2DpL3jwbx4/s1600/blog8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIllreanBI/AAAAAAAACAE/v2DpL3jwbx4/s320/blog8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlmH16olI/AAAAAAAACAI/QI-h4jaE6wo/s1600/blog9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlmH16olI/AAAAAAAACAI/QI-h4jaE6wo/s320/blog9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlmsgxSRI/AAAAAAAACAM/lUrOYHfPgmM/s1600/fb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlmsgxSRI/AAAAAAAACAM/lUrOYHfPgmM/s320/fb2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlnB2XOJI/AAAAAAAACAQ/32QPQQEYcA0/s1600/fb8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlnB2XOJI/AAAAAAAACAQ/32QPQQEYcA0/s320/fb8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlnkL9C_I/AAAAAAAACAU/f2K-1x5dTJw/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIlnkL9C_I/AAAAAAAACAU/f2K-1x5dTJw/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;July&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the 4th of July we went and met Brent, Caitlin, and Vaughn in Santa Barbara for the day! it was a blast! I also went to Idaho for the family reunion! And Boston slept the whole flight there!! p.s. I fell in love with the Monterey Penninsula this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImOehsiXI/AAAAAAAACAY/N882V4piqK8/s1600/39745_434876719240_563424240_4440492_3128170_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImOehsiXI/AAAAAAAACAY/N882V4piqK8/s320/39745_434876719240_563424240_4440492_3128170_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImOgVhMiI/AAAAAAAACAc/OUVmfK3rsZE/s1600/IMG_2070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImOgVhMiI/AAAAAAAACAc/OUVmfK3rsZE/s320/IMG_2070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImPOmbauI/AAAAAAAACAg/YcamUsjYIRA/s1600/photo.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSImPOmbauI/AAAAAAAACAg/YcamUsjYIRA/s320/photo.JPG.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bobby's birthday! I for some reason can't find any pictures of this blessed event but I know I have some somewhere! Boston swam A LOT and grew A LOT this month! Bobby turned 24 on the 31st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm8tfhBHI/AAAAAAAACAk/BsJSdRHdVs4/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm8tfhBHI/AAAAAAAACAk/BsJSdRHdVs4/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm9BKvjNI/AAAAAAAACAo/mjlF3w6Ebds/s1600/IMG_3065+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm9BKvjNI/AAAAAAAACAo/mjlF3w6Ebds/s320/IMG_3065+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm9mt4MjI/AAAAAAAACAs/Cd8PshJTH5s/s1600/IMG_3165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm9mt4MjI/AAAAAAAACAs/Cd8PshJTH5s/s320/IMG_3165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm-OAefmI/AAAAAAAACAw/x9Z76NVMfAo/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm-OAefmI/AAAAAAAACAw/x9Z76NVMfAo/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm-5S5e6I/AAAAAAAACA0/Yak9xtBjigc/s1600/IMG_3611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIm-5S5e6I/AAAAAAAACA0/Yak9xtBjigc/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We moved all of our stuff back this month! And I fell more and more in love with the little boy that lives with me! We also moved into our very own apartment that was a 5 minute walk to the beach! Life was hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIngyifSoI/AAAAAAAACA4/7QFONQ-NJH8/s1600/Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIngyifSoI/AAAAAAAACA4/7QFONQ-NJH8/s320/Blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInhg380mI/AAAAAAAACA8/X1QK0puqni8/s1600/Blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInhg380mI/AAAAAAAACA8/X1QK0puqni8/s320/Blog1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInifJY3QI/AAAAAAAACBA/ShfA3DnwSnk/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInifJY3QI/AAAAAAAACBA/ShfA3DnwSnk/s320/blog2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIniyeiBBI/AAAAAAAACBE/ck3Fq3_AtSg/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIniyeiBBI/AAAAAAAACBE/ck3Fq3_AtSg/s320/blog3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInjpBRc4I/AAAAAAAACBI/doiRmtM4h_E/s1600/s_2342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSInjpBRc4I/AAAAAAAACBI/doiRmtM4h_E/s1600/s_2342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I blogged 17 times this month! Who DOES that? Apparently I was super bored! This was such an emotional month for me! My baby turned 1! he became such a big boy! I also became obsessed with Glee and Jillian Michaels 30 day Shred... Which I have yet to finish! I'm so bad! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoRkT7rhI/AAAAAAAACBM/12_U6JGirdc/s1600/IMG_5629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoRkT7rhI/AAAAAAAACBM/12_U6JGirdc/s320/IMG_5629.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoST5b_II/AAAAAAAACBQ/r4H7erG9lY0/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoST5b_II/AAAAAAAACBQ/r4H7erG9lY0/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoTC5etdI/AAAAAAAACBU/uQHy31vWAU4/s1600/0003139822695_300X300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoTC5etdI/AAAAAAAACBU/uQHy31vWAU4/s1600/0003139822695_300X300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoTeLzNlI/AAAAAAAACBY/oAbjRpozoAA/s1600/Photo+230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoTeLzNlI/AAAAAAAACBY/oAbjRpozoAA/s320/Photo+230.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoVOwXn5I/AAAAAAAACBc/HIFLRQPUHBI/s1600/watch_glee_online.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIoVOwXn5I/AAAAAAAACBc/HIFLRQPUHBI/s320/watch_glee_online.png" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We moved back to Idaho this month! But before we left I had to snag Boston's 1 Year Photos at the beach! He sure is the perfect model! =] Bobby and I also celebrated our 2nd Anniversary and I fell more and more in love with him as the time passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrXXJJvzI/AAAAAAAACBg/mYkt_awHS0s/s1600/BostonMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrXXJJvzI/AAAAAAAACBg/mYkt_awHS0s/s320/BostonMan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrYAnf1pI/AAAAAAAACBk/RTPdumbblmo/s1600/wed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrYAnf1pI/AAAAAAAACBk/RTPdumbblmo/s320/wed.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrY3R5ATI/AAAAAAAACBo/EGiRWEUez4U/s1600/wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIrY3R5ATI/AAAAAAAACBo/EGiRWEUez4U/s320/wed1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love Christmas! I love the Christmas SEASON! Everyone is so much more happy and cheerful and giving! But Christmas isn't what made this month the BEST! It was Vegas! Bobby and I and our friends Rhett and Whit all took a mini trip to Sin City! We had a blast I was horrible with taking pictures on this trip but I did get one of us after the Blue Man Group! I have yet to download my Christmas pictures yet so you'll have to wait for those! =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSItJGFLnKI/AAAAAAAACBs/S7eaTq0S4uE/s1600/IMG_0117+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSItJGFLnKI/AAAAAAAACBs/S7eaTq0S4uE/s320/IMG_0117+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSItKmODdfI/AAAAAAAACBw/jnrTe7LdiaU/s1600/The-Las-Vegas-Strip-Nevada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSItKmODdfI/AAAAAAAACBw/jnrTe7LdiaU/s320/The-Las-Vegas-Strip-Nevada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had an awesome 2010! I know we sure did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good luck with 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BRING IT ON! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6204525903272892585?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6204525903272892585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6204525903272892585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6204525903272892585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6204525903272892585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-review.html' title='2010 in Review'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TSIgo70sq7I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/h5glLYGFdeQ/s72-c/111_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2556752256340525768</id><published>2010-12-28T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:23:55.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a bad day. To say the least. I felt like I needed to talk to someone but I was alone. Boston's at the stage where he is pretty good at listening and does what I tell him. Yesterday, it wasn't like that. He ignored EVERYTHING I said. It was like I wasn't even there! He was into everything, running wild screaming, throwing things everywhere, and just being naughty! (christmas is over so he can be) I was on the phone fighting with some crazy Arabian lady with a THICK accent half the day. I missed my mom. I don't have a car so I couldn't go anywhere. I was dealing with emotions of possibly moving for an internship this summer. The thoughts of another baby because it feels like everyone that was pregnant when I was is pregnant again.(not anytime soon, no worries!) Boston has learned to throw fits. Like jump up and down stamping feet, fits. So by the time Bobby was supposed to be home I was already an emotional wreck. Then Bobby was late. And that about killed me! (not like it was even his fault!)&lt;br /&gt;When you do the same things day after day. Nothing really changes, except when everything that can go wrong does go wrong. I thought, gosh I need a friend!&lt;br /&gt;I really needed one yesterday. Which leads me to my facebook post last night. &lt;br /&gt;I figured out that, if I need a friend, all I need to do is seek one out. I can't expect them to read my mind! So instead of feeling alone, I need to text or call someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Today is 10x better!! Boston and I are getting along just great! And he's being such a good boy! We've had lots of fun today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. We will be getting Internet tonight!! Yayyyy! So I will be able to post about Vegas and Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2556752256340525768?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2556752256340525768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2556752256340525768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2556752256340525768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2556752256340525768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1697547164837028225</id><published>2010-12-20T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:36:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo.... I just got Bobby his Christmas presents! YIPPPEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's horrible to shop for... HORRIBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this whole time I've just been telling him that his new toy... (Motorcycle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was his present.... But I couldn't let that be his ONLY thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted something that he could use while he couldn't use his "toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've spent ALL morning trying to figure out what to get him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally decided! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are the best... For 2 reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1- I know that he wanted it. He was going to get it sooner or later anyways. (I just beat him to the punch!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2- In the end... It will pay for itself! WAHOO! I love presents like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. 3 reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3- HE'LL USE IT! and HE'LL LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else would. I know I wouldn't. But I KNOW he will! WAHOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;when I tell you what it is, this is what you'll think... &lt;i&gt;What? Why were you so excited about THAT? That's lame. And I also have no clue what it even is.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I'm not gonna tell you! Maybe I will. But not today. Bobby reads what I write on here! =] Sorry, Hunny!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just SO excited about it! Yayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm going to blog about Vegas soon! Just not today. I'm feeling lazy and I want to cuddle my baby boy! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1697547164837028225?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1697547164837028225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1697547164837028225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1697547164837028225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1697547164837028225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7907624484246365780</id><published>2010-12-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:47:09.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Sleeps...</title><content type='html'>In just 2 sleeps, I'm going to be here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TQOcLZ0HkcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/re2qhbSUIbs/s1600/The-Las-Vegas-Strip-Nevada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TQOcLZ0HkcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/re2qhbSUIbs/s1600/The-Las-Vegas-Strip-Nevada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the last 2 weeks this has been almost all I can even think about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be gone for the perfect amount of time, to the perfect place for excitement and fun, with the perfect husband, perfect friends, and the perfect babysitters for my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily, I have lots to do in the next few days to keep me busy and to make the days go by faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend everyone! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7907624484246365780?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7907624484246365780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7907624484246365780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7907624484246365780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7907624484246365780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-sleeps.html' title='2 Sleeps...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TQOcLZ0HkcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/re2qhbSUIbs/s72-c/The-Las-Vegas-Strip-Nevada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-842692444269532569</id><published>2010-12-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:23:41.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time OUT!</title><content type='html'>So for Boston's time outs we give him one warning about the bad thing that he is doing, then stick him in his crib for 2 WHOLE MINUTES without his pacifier... Tramatizing right? 2 minutes might not seem like a long time, but to a 14 month old its an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;Well... Today he was doing something that I kept telling him not to do. (he kept doing it!) I decided to try the "corner" time out! This was SOOOO ineffective! He kept sitting on my lap and thinking I was playing with him! In the end this is what ended up happening... He's just too cute! If he's right in front of me how am I supposed to stay mad!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. His new favorite thing to do is... JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;It's the cutest thing ever! I'll get it on video one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-842692444269532569?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/842692444269532569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=842692444269532569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/842692444269532569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/842692444269532569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-out.html' title='Time OUT!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-4355793794365781401</id><published>2010-11-30T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:42:40.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGAS!</title><content type='html'>Bobby and I are going to VEGAS! I'm sooo excited...&lt;br /&gt;This will be our first trip without Boston... (Thanks Dad and Susan!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie... I'm going to miss him terribly!&lt;br /&gt;BUT... This is going to be our "Anniversary Trip!" A month late... But better late then never!&lt;br /&gt;We got a timeshare... In fact, we got the 2 bedroom PENTHOUSE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo excited to be able to go on this trip! And there are sooo many different things that I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- I want to stay up late and sleep in! Like past midnight! =] maybe even past 2! (we'll see how rebellious I feel!)&lt;br /&gt;#2- I want to go to an actual VEGAS SHOW! Like the Blue Man Group... Or something cool!&lt;br /&gt;#3- Ok... So what if I want to gamble! =]&lt;br /&gt;#4- I want to have a GOOD experience in Vegas! (Since this is where my mom died... I've wanted to go back with a POSITIVE attitude and have a NORMAL Vegas Vacation!)&lt;br /&gt;#5- I want to have the TYPICAL Vegas Vacation! I've been to Vegas A LOT.... But it's always either for business or for 1 night. So I want to go to Vegas and be a "tourist!" =]&lt;br /&gt;#6- I want Happy Vegas Memories... I have them. Don't get me wrong. But I want to have a happy memory stick out in my mind more then a sad memory! Ya know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;#7- I want to NOT cry... I didn't last time. But I was only there a night. Who knows what 4 will do to me!&lt;br /&gt;#8- I want to go to a club! And DANCE my bum off! =]&lt;br /&gt;#9- I want to eat... and eat... and eat... I'm working out super hard so that I can be super fit and then eat at huge buffets and be NOT fit when we come back! =]&lt;br /&gt;#10- I want to miss Boston!&lt;br /&gt;#11- I want to spend every waking moment with the love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;#12- I want to shop at Ceasars Palace!&lt;br /&gt;#13- I want to SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;#14- I want to turn my phone off for a whole day! (This won't happen since Boston won't be there and I'm going to want to call every 5 minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;#15- I want to look smoking in my Laguna Beachs! That WILL fit by the time I leave. (Well, they fit. But I want them to fit "better!")&lt;br /&gt;#16- I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;#17- I want to play hard and rest hard!&lt;br /&gt;#18- I want to go to the spa and pamper myself!&lt;br /&gt;#19- I want to buy some sexy heels!&lt;br /&gt;#20- But most of all... I just want to have a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who thinks that I can do this all in 4 days and 4 nights??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-4355793794365781401?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4355793794365781401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=4355793794365781401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4355793794365781401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/4355793794365781401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/vegas.html' title='VEGAS!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3599550110012864588</id><published>2010-11-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:03:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm obsessed...</title><content type='html'>With my HUSBAND!&lt;br /&gt;No really... I REALLY REALLY like him!&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who knew us when we were engaged know that I wasn't the NICEST person in the world to him. In fact, I was just plain rude! I think this is a factor of multiple things... My mom dying, me trying to find my place in the world, me thinking I had to have control of everything! (just to name a few!) I'm really lucky that Bobby even stuck around... I'm pretty sure no other guy could have put up with the things that Bobby put up with... And actually, I'm pretty positive that he thought about getting out at least a few times! =] I think that we owe our marriage to our friends Jeff and Melanie! We flew down to So Cal for their wedding... And while we were down there something just... CLICKED! Literally, after we got off the plane I wanted to hug, kiss, cuddle, be with, and just be AROUND Bobby at all times! (This was not how our engagement was!) I would rather be in my room watching movies then leave to do anything... And that included being with Bobby. I look back on our engagement and that is probably the one thing I actually regret in my life! The people that were around know that from May-early August, I was a JERK! To say the least. I knew that I "loved" Bobby... But I wasn't letting myself completely fall "IN love" with him.&lt;br /&gt;I also think I was scared. I'd been hurt by my high school boyfriend. Our relationship was not the most healthy and I was nervous that this is how Bobby and I's relationship was going to end up. I love this quote... "It's hard to be with a girl after she's had a great relationship.... But it's even harder to be with a girl after she's had a bad."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby can attest to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the "bad" engagement... August 8, 2008 was when our "good" engagement started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day... I've been obsessed with him! Even when he's a punk and picks on me! I LOVE HIMMM!!! Since that day I've done everything in my power to make it up to him for being a brat! And I could not imagine my life without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU, BOBBY MARTINEZ!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3599550110012864588?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3599550110012864588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3599550110012864588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3599550110012864588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3599550110012864588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-im-obsessed.html' title='I think I&apos;m obsessed...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6192104568631343497</id><published>2010-11-21T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:42:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is our 2 Year Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sure LOVE this man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a FEW of my favorite pictures from this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(edited by me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGvbYRzLI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/MkbPxgeA7_o/s1600/wed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGvbYRzLI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/MkbPxgeA7_o/s640/wed.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGxaDCUaI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7Nk30QqKaWU/s1600/wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGxaDCUaI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7Nk30QqKaWU/s640/wed1.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGz8IJB7I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ms0TZhS1qNI/s1600/wed5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGz8IJB7I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ms0TZhS1qNI/s640/wed5.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlG1D_mepI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SiXBqH2rD8k/s1600/wed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlG1D_mepI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SiXBqH2rD8k/s400/wed2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlG2nm5j5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/3CG-nA6cO5s/s1600/wed4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlG2nm5j5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/3CG-nA6cO5s/s400/wed4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also... The other day I found a card that I had wrote to Bobby after a "fight" we had had when we were engaged! And I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Real love, like real life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is never perfect,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and happily ever after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;only happens in fairy tales.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somehow real problems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;always find us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes angry words are spoken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes we just&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;get on each other's nerves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the important thing to remember&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is that our love is always there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;full of forgiveness and understanding,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;waiting for more happy times to share.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Real love is powerful stuff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't need to be perfect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to survive and grow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In fact, our love probably&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wouldn't be as strong as it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if we hadn't survived&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a few tough times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, this is Bobby's and I's dating/engagement to a T! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sure love my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my love for him grows stronger and stronger EVERYday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said multiple times that I would not be who I am today without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Robert Anthony Martinez Jr! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, today we are both sick. So... Who knows what we will do. We've talked about West Yellowstone and we've talked about Jackson. But honestly... I wouldn't mind just sitting home with him ALL day drinking hot chocolate! =] I doubt we will go to church... Bobby's quote, "I don't think we need to go to church and get everybody sick!" haha... Bobby never gets sick. So this comes at a horrible time for him! BUTTTT... At least we are sick together! (And we don't have a sick toddler!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 YEARS DOWN... ETERNITY TO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6192104568631343497?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6192104568631343497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6192104568631343497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6192104568631343497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6192104568631343497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TOlGvbYRzLI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/MkbPxgeA7_o/s72-c/wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2750275957998408075</id><published>2010-11-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:50:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>We made it to Idaho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the drive wasn't horrible... It was actually pretty great! The first night we drove from Monterey to Reno. And during that drive I had to have my totally attention on the road! (BUSY BUSY ROADS!) &amp;nbsp;Beside that occasional reach back to Boston to hand him a cheeto! =] Boston did fantastic! He watched movies while he road with me... And we even stopped in Sacramento and had Cheesecake Factory! Yayyy! The last time for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to Reno we just relaxed... Boston had a freak out when I put him on the TILE floor to walk and it was freezing! haha... Funny though! And then he just went to bed! We then left Reno at 6 in the morning... Drove till about 9, stopped and got breakfast... THEEENNNN... this is the good part... BOSTON ROAD IN THE TRUCK WITH DAD! For the WHOLE rest of the drive! =]]] Leaving me by myself to watch movies! =] This was some much need alone time... Even if I was driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to my dads at about 6 that night, then got up early to move into our new apartment! Which by the way, is the biggest, nicest apartment we've ever had! PLUS half the price of our California apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've hung out with LOTS of friends, family, and ourselves since we've got here. Although the weather is completely bipolar and a lot colder then we are used to... We are loving being back. Bobby started work today and I'm already counting down the hours till he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both start school in January and hopefully Bobby will be done next December... If not April 2012 at the LATEST! So we are HERE for another year at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston is loving it here as well... He isn't sure what to think of the "white" stuff that falls from the sky, but loves running around our big apartment! The first couple days we were here he was shyyyy... Which is the first time I've seen him like that! But he is back to his happy, loud, outgoing, normal self! And I still couldn't be more in love with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I's anniversary is on Sunday. (I just realized how soon that is!) I can't wait to celebrate our love again! I'm pretty sure I fall more and more in love with him everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we have to look forward to is... The BSU game in 2 weeks! We are sooo excited! Our second one of the season... Which wouldn't be a big deal, but I had never even been to a college game since San Jose vs. Boise State!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I hope everyone has a great Thursday! I have a 1 year old to go entertain! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2750275957998408075?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2750275957998408075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2750275957998408075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2750275957998408075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2750275957998408075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1508850284983085248</id><published>2010-11-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:29:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros &amp; Cons</title><content type='html'>Today is a "weird feelings" day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;But for the first time, I've fallen in love with some where else.&lt;br /&gt;I love where we live! I hate our apartment! But I LOVE Pacific Grove!&lt;br /&gt;But I AM excited to go back to Idaho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things About Going Back To Idaho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A MUCH larger apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One with a washer and dryer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And ALSO a DISHWASHER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SNOW! (everyone has been saying... "Oh don't come back here! We've got SNOW! Soak in that sun!" Sorry, but i LOVE the snow!) I wouldn't mind living in a place where there is snow all year round! I would much rather be cold than hot!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new couch! haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to STAY unpacked for more than 5 months... (hopefully!) I've said this before...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to my little brothers basketball games this winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GRASS next summer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things About Pacific Grove...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can walk EVERYWHERE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live sooo close the ocean!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can smell the OCEAN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather SUCKS! Ha... Not always good. But it is foggy here about 75% of the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We live close to Bobby's parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can drive to San Jose on the weekends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people here are SO laid back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have made some amazing friends here! Friends that we hope to keep in touch with when we move!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned to appreciate having nice, large apartments! Due to our 660 sq ft shack! It's actually nice but small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is something NEW to do EVERY weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's enough. I could add more to each list, but that'll do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm SOOO excited to see all of my family and Bobby and I can't wait to hang out with our friends back in Idaho! We'll see you soon! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1508850284983085248?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1508850284983085248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1508850284983085248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1508850284983085248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1508850284983085248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/pros-cons.html' title='Pros &amp; Cons'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1959452857004872048</id><published>2010-11-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:03:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm grateful!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the little snotty nose boy that's taking his morning nap right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the good days, when all we do is play. When I can ask him to give me a hug and a kiss and he does it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the bad days, the ones where he doesn't want anything to do with me. And just wants to be a "fussy" baby!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the times that I find him in the toilet, and he hasn't fallen in!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the times that he walks over to me with his hands in the air, wanting me to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the days that we get to go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for when he cries because I took him out of the swing at the park.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the times he just wants to cuddle up and watch movies with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the times he cries and cries and cries!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the days he doesn't want to eat anything, and I go through ALL of our food trying to get him to eat!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the days that he gets "shots" and only wants me because only I can make the pain go away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the things that he has learned.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for how big of a smarty pants he is!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that he's a boy. I don't think anyone understands how bad I wanted a boy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I was able to have a baby PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I'm grateful that BOSTON is MY little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyones read about little &lt;a href="http://patrickandashley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preslee&lt;/a&gt;. This family has been in my prayers since I found out about their sweet little girl! My heart broke. I couldn't imagine what this couple is going through... And definitely couldn't imagine losing my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure everyones heard about the sweet 2 year old that was hit by a truck in the McDonalds. This family is also in my prayers. As well as the driver of the truck. Once again, I could not imagine going through something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm just grateful. Grateful for an outgoing wild man that is sleeping soundly in his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston... I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1959452857004872048?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1959452857004872048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1959452857004872048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1959452857004872048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1959452857004872048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1208065767024846816</id><published>2010-11-05T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:55:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little ONE Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that this little man is the CUTEST! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm a little biased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TNQjyTrWljI/AAAAAAAAB6M/jEHdw_ltIBI/s1600/BostonMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TNQjyTrWljI/AAAAAAAAB6M/jEHdw_ltIBI/s640/BostonMan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally took him out to do his "One Year Photo Shoot!" He usually get's really sick of me and my camera, but he didn't mind me taking these pictures! He was just having a blast! To see the rest of his pictures, &lt;a href="http://lmartinezphotography.blogspot.com/2010/11/bostons-onechild-photographermonterey.html"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had his ONE YEAR check up the other day too. He's growing like a weed! Or I feel like he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 30.5 inches tall! (50%)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a WHOLE 19.5 pounds! (5%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like he always has been... He's skinny! Not much I can do about that though...&lt;br /&gt;He eats as much as he wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's DOING:&lt;br /&gt;*He says Hi! and BYE!&lt;br /&gt;*And waves as he does them...&lt;br /&gt;*He is ALWAYS on the go!&lt;br /&gt;*His favorite movie is Tarzan!&lt;br /&gt;*He growls! Such a dork! =]&lt;br /&gt;*He says too many words to name... (I'm not always sure if he knows what he's saying though?)&lt;br /&gt;*He LOVES little kids! Especially the "bigger" ones that run around everywhere! He tries sooo hard to keep up!&lt;br /&gt;*He's my little GO GETTER!&lt;br /&gt;*He gives the BEST hugs and kisses around.&lt;br /&gt;*He's too smart for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to go in his room, shut the door, and play with his toys...&lt;br /&gt;*And I have to "knock" before I come in. Or else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just my little bundle of joy, and I couldn't imagine my life without him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1208065767024846816?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1208065767024846816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1208065767024846816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1208065767024846816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1208065767024846816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-little-one-year-old.html' title='My Little ONE Year Old!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TNQjyTrWljI/AAAAAAAAB6M/jEHdw_ltIBI/s72-c/BostonMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1074174283501496317</id><published>2010-10-30T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:04:23.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>Secrets. We've all got them. I like to think of mine as just personal information that Bobby and I keep to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I have a secret. &lt;br /&gt;It's a good one. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad. &lt;br /&gt;VERY bittersweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago Bobby and I got the news that almost half of his credits won't transfer out here. Meaning it would take him 5 semesters to graduate instead of 2 1/2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a big difference. So after lots of prayer, frustration, and then excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to move back to Idaho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more then thrilled to be close to family and friends, but can't wait to finish school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ahold of me to get your pictures taken! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home just in time for Christmas cards!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1074174283501496317?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1074174283501496317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1074174283501496317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1074174283501496317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1074174283501496317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-116848038531087105</id><published>2010-10-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T05:11:09.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Child!</title><content type='html'>He's sooo stinkin cute! I'll admit it! But I'd be lying if I said he wasn't a little stressful at times... If you know Boston you know how LOUD and OUTGOING and FUN and ENERGETIC and CRAZY and HIMSELF he is! Now, putting all of this things together in one child? I'm not sure how it happened... Well, I am. Look at Bobby! But Boston is on a whole new level! If I had a penny for every different noise he makes, I'd be a millionaire! He is definitely a random child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing that makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;He's TOO outgoing! He's not afraid of anyone. He'll walk right up to a perfect stranger and crawl on their lap! Which he did at church on Sunday. And yesterday we went to Robert's TV station for their trick-or-treat and Boston walked right into every single room like he owned the place! Then last night we went to Carmel's football game and he walked around to every person and just full on had a bunch of conversations with a bunch of different people! For now this is okay, but what happens when he's 3 or 4? And he gets the attention of the wrong people? He doesn't want Mom around. In fact I'm sure he'd think it'd be more fun if I wasn't following him everywhere! He also doesn't have a sense for personal boundaries yet... I'm REALLY trying to work on it with him! He chases kids around church because he wants to "play" with them. But they don't realize it because Boston's first reaction is to get up close and personal with them! No, seriously, within an inch of their faces! Then he gets a confused look on his face and turns his head to the side like, "Woowwww... They are my size!" He LOVES little kids. But most of the other kids his age are at the stage where they are scared of strangers, and just want to be hidden behind their parents... But not my child! Oh no! He needs to be where the action is! Right in the center of it actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else had any of these issues? That your child is TOO outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-116848038531087105?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116848038531087105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=116848038531087105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/116848038531087105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/116848038531087105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-child.html' title='My Child!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-629796985611333630</id><published>2010-10-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:53:23.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ex-Boyfriend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Ex-Boyfriend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can honestly say I haven't wanted to write this. But it's on the list, so I am. I'm glad that you are my Ex. And I'm also glad that we are on "we don't hate each other's guts" terms. Good luck with the rest of your life! =]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-629796985611333630?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/629796985611333630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=629796985611333630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/629796985611333630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/629796985611333630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-ex-boyfriend.html' title='Dear Ex-Boyfriend,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7508142305832407921</id><published>2010-10-27T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:06:56.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stranger,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Stranger,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't know me. Who knows if you'll ever know me? But maybe... Maybe one day we'll meet. That'll be a great day! I love meeting new people. But maybe... Just maybe... You'll one day know me because of something I did. One day you could see my name in lights, did you know that? Or on a book cover. Possibly as a copyright on a photo? But one day we'll meet. It could be on the streets in New York City. Maybe a beach in Southern California. Possibly a potato field in Idaho! Maybe a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. Or even taking our children off to college! Wherever that may be!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well Stranger, here are some things that you'll need to know about me if that day ever comes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. I love my job as a mother, I wouldn't change it for the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I love my other job as a wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. I love family. Even though some would say that I have a "crazzyyy" family!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. I'm a daddy's girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. My mom died when I was 18.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Music calms me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. I love photography.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. One day I want to take a picture of the WORLD!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. I have bigger dreams than this teeny tiny apartment I live in now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. I have faith in my husband, his personality, his skills, and his testimony that he will be able to provide for me and our family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For now that's all. Kay, Mr. S. Until we meet! =]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7508142305832407921?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7508142305832407921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7508142305832407921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7508142305832407921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7508142305832407921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-stranger.html' title='Dear Stranger,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2293337703776793583</id><published>2010-10-26T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:53:29.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dreams,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have had a hard time knowing what to say to you. Mainly because my dream seem to usually come true. When I was little, like 4 &amp;amp; 5, my dream was to be one of the girls on those fashion magazines. That came true. Remember, my names Megan Fox! =] Remember when my dream was to become a basketball player? That dream came true my freshman year, and my name IS Lindsey Hunter(or was) and III play for the Lakers...(or I used to, I hate the Lakers though) Remember when my dream was to become a firefighter? That came true too! The other day, I put out a beach bonfire that was, according to the officer on the four-wheeler, too "tall!" What about when I wanted to be a teacher? I'm a teacher NOW! I teach Boston new things everyday, sometimes I wonder if it's something he should know or not, but I'm still teaching him! How about that time that I wanted to be an Architect!? I even began majoring in it at school! And I designed LOTS of houses! On The Sims... Remember when I wanted to be a Dental Assistant? I even am certified. Buttt... That wasn't for me. What about when I wanted to be a Photographer? I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it, and I have faith that too will come true! How about when ALL I wanted to do was be a wife and a mother... Well Dreams, I'm there! Dreams really DO come true! ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lindsey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2293337703776793583?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2293337703776793583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2293337703776793583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2293337703776793583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2293337703776793583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-dreams.html' title='Dear Dreams,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6584152894869903388</id><published>2010-10-23T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:54:03.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right I said it...&lt;div&gt;Today's a sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sold my baby today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO, not Boston!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My couch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad because I LOVED my couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Bobby and I got married it was the ONLY piece of furniture that we had to buy! Everything else was given to us as hand-me-downs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that this was our own little HAPPY place! That we could sit and talk for hours on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfortunate that it is SOOO huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear couch, I sure will miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, IT MEANS I GET A NEW ONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love furniture shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YAYYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bittersweet... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6584152894869903388?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6584152894869903388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6584152894869903388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6584152894869903388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6584152894869903388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2172481930633321018</id><published>2010-10-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:39:58.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sibling,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Sibling,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Colby, why are you so cool? &amp;nbsp;It's too bad that you KNOW it! If you were cool and DIDN'T know it, you'd be even cooler. JUST SAYING! Thanks for doing me all those "favors" growing up! I'm so glad that you were my little slave! I loved that you would make me Ramon Noodles whenever I wanted, and get me a glass of water whenever I asked... Boston looks up to you a lot. Did you know that? He's going to be watching you at all times! So don't screw up... =] just kidding! So Colby, all that I really want to tell you is this, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for being you! i love YOU!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2172481930633321018?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2172481930633321018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2172481930633321018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2172481930633321018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2172481930633321018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-sibling.html' title='Dear Sibling,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2962674971715977833</id><published>2010-10-22T13:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:56:53.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Parents,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Parents,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of all, Dad, thank you sooooo much for always being there for me! I know I wasn't always your favorite and I definitely wasn't your easiest child! In fact I was probably your hardest. But the fact that you always loved me, no matter the disappointment that I saw in your eyes, is the most comforting thing in the world! Because of you I knew the exact man that I wanted to marry. You are such a hard worker and did everything possible to support and provide for your family. I knew by the look in your eyes how much you loved mom... And it killed me to be the one that had to tell you you had lost your sweet Wife. Now as I watch you with Susan I know that you are well taken care of. I definitely had a hard time with you 2 getting married, but I don't think I would have gotten married if you didn't. And now I see how happy you two are together and it makes me happy! I think at one time or another you have wanted to strangle each of your 7 children, and that none of us always treated you the way you should be treated, but I hope you know how much we all really do love you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now Mom, you're the most amazing women that I ever met. You always brightened up a room! Your laugh, your smile, your personality, and most of all your spunk! There was NEVER a dull moment with you around! I'll never forget those trips to Utah. I loved that I got you to myself for that 4 hour drive. I could always talk to you about everything. I loved to hear you "gossip" it always made my day! I knew that if something was going on, you'd know! =] Wow, I miss you. I think about you everyday! And Mom, I'll be honest. I try really hard not to talk about you. It's so hard. Especially when people ask me questions that I don't know. I wish I could ask you. I wish you were here to see your grandson. He's quite the entertainer. A lot like you! Thank you for showing me what a marriage was all about. I think I only saw you and dad argue once. (You had no idea I was there.) I then saw you lean over and kiss him and then you both apologized. I think I was maybe 7? I miss going to night classes with you... It was when I could tell you about all my crazy roommates! I miss your advice. You always knew the right thing to say to me. Mom, it's hard for me to see girls with there moms. It hurts. I hate knowing that I don't ever get to have that with you again. It makes you sad to see that most of my good memories of you are fading, while March 4, 2008 is still as vivid as if it were yesterday. Actually, I could barely see until the next day when I took my contacts out. They had gotten all fogged up from me crying! (I thought you'd enjoy that!) Mom, I love you! And I hope your doing good! Don't forget to watch over your grandson! He plays with one of your pictures everyday! He will always know who is grandma is!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Mom and Dad, I love you both very much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s. Mom, I think that pretty much everyone thinks that all you talked about was Sex and Poop. Just so you know! =] I'll make sure to tell everyone that that was one 90% of the time! ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2962674971715977833?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2962674971715977833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2962674971715977833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2962674971715977833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2962674971715977833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-parents.html' title='Dear Parents,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8353949523777734435</id><published>2010-10-20T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:50:54.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Best Friend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Best Friend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're awesome! I will love you forever! You have been there for me when no one else was. You told me I was stupid, and that I needed to "dump him!" You tell me the truth. We have more memories together than I can even count! Like that one time that we (or I) jumped in twin bridges when it was like 60 degrees outside! And had been cloudy all day so it was freezing! Oh wait, you didn't jump in! What about all our "North Fremont" friends? And all our summer nights of sneaking out! What about getting caught, because I had a "tracer" on my car? We've went through boyfriend after boyfriend, death of a mom, volleyball games, trips, groundings, fighting with boyfriends, and just being high school teenagers together! We don't have to talk every single day. But we know that if something horrible happens we can call each other for advice. You have the strongest testimony of any girl your age that I know. I love that I got to be there for the day you were baptized! You could see that light in your eyes. Hey, Best Friend? I just want to thank you for always being there for me! Boston loves his Auntie... Now, Best Friend, Call me and update me on your life!!! =] LOVE YOU!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8353949523777734435?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8353949523777734435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8353949523777734435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8353949523777734435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8353949523777734435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-best-friend.html' title='Dear Best Friend,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-3174755786868155346</id><published>2010-10-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:24:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Crush,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Crush,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know who you are!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the fact that after almost 3 years of "being together" I can still say that I have a "crush" on you! I love getting butterflies before you come home from work! And I love that I still get a silly little grin on my face when I see you walk through the door. Even after a hard day. You get me such GREAT surprises. ALL THE TIME! Like today, I was mad at you. I was being silly. And so you got me something to say sorry and that it doesn't matter. I love that about you. I love that we have been married for almost 2 years and we still learn new things about each other everyday. And that everyday brings a NEW love, and MORE love for each other. We're crazy, fun, loud, obnoxious, annoying, competitive, friendly, playful, silly, and stupid in love together! We're PERFECT for each other. Even though some days it feels like we need to remind ourselves of that. I love that we aren't perfect. And that we BOTH want to be right. These are the flaws in US that I would never change. It's crazy how much a like we really are. In fact, some days it's TOO a like. Thank you for pushing me to my limits, and making me a better person because you are YOU! I love you, Crush. Don't forget i&lt;/i&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-3174755786868155346?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3174755786868155346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=3174755786868155346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3174755786868155346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/3174755786868155346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-crush.html' title='Dear Crush,'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-7277429439476077663</id><published>2010-10-19T20:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:54:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;I've seen this on multiply friends blogs and decided, Why not?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;So I'm going to do this!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I'm excited!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm not gonna lie, i DOUBT i will do one everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;But i will try my hardest! =]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter to …&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 1 — Your crush.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 2 — Your bestfriend.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 3 — Your parents.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 6 — A stranger.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-7277429439476077663?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7277429439476077663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=7277429439476077663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7277429439476077663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/7277429439476077663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-6535572721738086877</id><published>2010-10-15T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:35:49.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of FUUUNNN!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a GOOOODDD weekend!&lt;br /&gt;*We are off to San Jose when Bobby gets off work(i'm hoping for cheesecake factory!)&lt;br /&gt;*We are going to the Boise State game tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;*We are spending Sunday-Tuesday in SAN FRANCISCO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the city! and i can't wait to spend a couple of days of there!&lt;br /&gt;yayyy for long weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-6535572721738086877?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6535572721738086877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=6535572721738086877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6535572721738086877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/6535572721738086877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-of-fuuunnn.html' title='Weekend of FUUUNNN!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-8244136279711452868</id><published>2010-10-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:43:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian Micheals...</title><content type='html'>yesterday my facebook status read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=563424240" href="http://www.facebook.com/lindz.martinez" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Lindsey Martinez&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;dear Jillian Michaels,&lt;br /&gt;will you please come live with me for about 90 days. i need you to yell at me every morning, and make me work out MORE. also, please bring a baby sitter for boston so that we can do this all day. will you also bring a weight set? i know i'm asking a lot. but i also know you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today my facebook status reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=563424240" href="http://www.facebook.com/lindz.martinez" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Lindsey Martinez&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i guess i should be careful what i wish for... Jillian just kicked my BUTT! literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being told about Jillian Micheals 30 Day Shred I decided why the heck not? it's $9 and it's Jillian Micheals! come on! i also read lots of good reviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i went and purchased this DVD. my very first fitness dvd purchase EVER!&lt;br /&gt;and holy crap. it's not as HARD as people kept saying. i mean it IS HARD but not AS hard as i thought. but wow... it's been about 40 minutes since i did this and i am SORE!&lt;br /&gt;my shower... which are usually about 30 minutes long... was cut down to about 10 minutes. due to the fact that i could barely lift my arms up at all! i thought carrying around a 1 year old was enough arm work out for me... but i guess he is the size of most 9 month olds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if your looking for a new fitness dvd... get this one! she kicks your butt! and arms, and abs, and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLdPLBRlr6I/AAAAAAAAB1s/PV_5rdrJ6lw/s1600/0003139822695_300X300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLdPLBRlr6I/AAAAAAAAB1s/PV_5rdrJ6lw/s1600/0003139822695_300X300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh get this... it's like 20 minutes long! that's right i'm super sore after 20 minutes! i guess running 2-3 miles isn't doing what i thought it was! oh well! i now have jillian to help me through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-8244136279711452868?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8244136279711452868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=8244136279711452868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8244136279711452868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/8244136279711452868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/jillian-micheals.html' title='Jillian Micheals...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLdPLBRlr6I/AAAAAAAAB1s/PV_5rdrJ6lw/s72-c/0003139822695_300X300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2229322768556355588</id><published>2010-10-12T21:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:03:59.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone i know is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know this isn't true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in fact none of my "high school" friends are. (that i know of.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it seems like all of my AFTER high school friends are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and let's just say... i'm jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have i told you recently that i do not want another baby right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or in the near future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i honestly don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though i'm so jealous of all the cuddling these new mommy's are going to get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that little tiny baby that they get to hold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is to you, all my pregnant friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you better be ready for boston and i to come and live with you for the first month of your childs life so that i can get my baby fix and so that boston can learn to be a good big brother! and i'm super excited for lots and lots of babies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yayyy for babies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now hurry and cook them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if you haven't already, get a bun in the oven! for me! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. if you've been thinking about buying me something, this is what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's an apron from&amp;nbsp;anthropologie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLU9RJ2BBSI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QuTNTJqxDjM/s1600/083038_049_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLU9RJ2BBSI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QuTNTJqxDjM/s1600/083038_049_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2229322768556355588?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2229322768556355588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2229322768556355588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2229322768556355588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2229322768556355588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/everyone-i-know-is.html' title='everyone i know is...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLU9RJ2BBSI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QuTNTJqxDjM/s72-c/083038_049_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-2444720610283308350</id><published>2010-10-12T16:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:52:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my mom died I kind of just STOPPED going to school at BYU-I... I didn't go to any sort of councilor explaining my absences or anything. Just stopped. And took every F that came out of it. At that time I didn't care. Nor did I think that I would ever actually care about going back to school again. Due to my lack of explanation or attendance, I was put on Academic Suspension. I didn't care. I had no desire what so ever to go back to BYU-I. There were too many memories. Too many that I didn't think I could handle. Whether it was going to pick up my books, which I had done with my mom. Or doing anything school related that I had done. Mainly it was the fact that I would be walking through those halls and those grounds that I had done so many times before. But those times before I had called my mom. Between every class, I called my mom. On my way to class and back from class, I called my mom. And those times scared me. It scared me to think that I was going to be doing those things again. But without being able to call her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, lately Bobby and I have been discussing how we can get him done with school the fastest! And as we've been discussing this, it's made me realize, &lt;i&gt;hmm... why don't I just get some school done too!? &lt;/i&gt;Whether it be online or in the classroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last week I pulled up my old BYU-Idaho account and was actually surprised that I could even still pull it up. When I found out I could PETITION my suspension online, I was once again happily surprised! So I filled it out, explaining the situation and the hard time I had gone through at that time. Thinking to myself, &lt;i&gt;I know so many people who have petitioned and they haven't let back in. &lt;/i&gt;So I didn't have my hopes up. And honestly didn't think that I would hear back from them for at least 4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today it happened though! I grabbed my phone to see if I had any missed calls. I didn't... But I had emails. And one of them caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was from the Admissions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling me that my Academic Suspension was lifted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this has made for a great day... and a Happy Lindsey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLTt95fbPmI/AAAAAAAAB0w/nD8jZZJLGhw/s1600/Photo+230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLTt95fbPmI/AAAAAAAAB0w/nD8jZZJLGhw/s400/Photo+230.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In jr high and high school, even college, I knew exactly what I wanted to be! I was majoring in Architecture! And very happy to be doing so! I had known I wanted to do that for so long and I was very excited to be able to study what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still debating on what I'm going to do. I am leaning towards a Bachelors in Fine Arts with an emphasis in Photography. Or just staying with my original plan. I guess that I can always change right!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought I'd share my exciting no more Academic Suspension news!! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-2444720610283308350?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2444720610283308350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=2444720610283308350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2444720610283308350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/2444720610283308350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-exciting-news.html' title='My Exciting News!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLTt95fbPmI/AAAAAAAAB0w/nD8jZZJLGhw/s72-c/Photo+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-278379119291129807</id><published>2010-10-11T10:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:57:10.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLM6UbgkggI/AAAAAAAABzg/0I71aPx8RDE/s1600/bcm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLM6UbgkggI/AAAAAAAABzg/0I71aPx8RDE/s320/bcm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boston is officially ONE... It's so hard to believe that I once had a 6lb baby in my arms and he probably weighs 19-20 lbs now! He's getting so big and I can't wait to see what he learns to do today! He tries so hard to run with the big boys. (his grandpa and dad.) And gets so mad when he is watching them work from the window realizing that he isn't outside with them! He didn't "officially" start crawling till he was 9 months, and because of everything he was into, I threatened the person that taught him how to walk! But at 11 months he was at it! And he figured it out with out anyone teaching him how. He has trouble walking with shoes on, but so do I! I'm still trying to wrap my head around the last year! He got so big so fast! We even caved and got him a "big boy" car seat! We had an awesome birthday party for him. We just invited a couple of our friends and Bobby's family. So it was pretty small and simple, but lots of fun! Boston LOVED the attention! He couldn't get over people singing him Happy Birthday! He also can't get over all the toys that he got! He loves book, and he got quite a few too! I have one happy man that keeps bringing toys and book out into my living room! He's got 6 teeth and has the cutest little grin ever! He's also got 4 more coming in included his 1 year molars! He's definitely a "big" boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLNCYnYt3zI/AAAAAAAABzk/yoN3H2kL9Uw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLNCYnYt3zI/AAAAAAAABzk/yoN3H2kL9Uw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to see the rest of his birthday party pictures&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lmartinezphotography.blogspot.com/2010/10/bostons-first-birthday.html"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-278379119291129807?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/278379119291129807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=278379119291129807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/278379119291129807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/278379119291129807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/boston-is-one.html' title='Boston is ONE!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TLM6UbgkggI/AAAAAAAABzg/0I71aPx8RDE/s72-c/bcm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-81406357661146404</id><published>2010-10-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:43:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby and I's new obsession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we go through phases...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one second we LOVE something, the next we love something new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we like to shake things up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here's how it started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our library is about half a mile away, so boston and i like to walk there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and then back when we starts getting too excited and loud!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways... as i was browsing through the library, i decided to check out the movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as i was doing this i cam across the first season of GLEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby and i have never watched Glee, nor have we had any desire to start watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i figured, why not? it's free.(for 2 weeks!) and it's ALL i read about via facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i went home and started watching it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got through about 6 EPISODES before Bobby even got home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i was pretty into it... and so was Boston, he LOVES music.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, I asked Bobby if he wanted to watch it from the first episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, i REWATCHED all 6 of those episodes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in fact here is Bobby's quote as we were driving home from shopping on Wednesday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Boston's ready for a nap, and I'm ready for some GLEE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yessss... my very MANLY husband said that! And I love him for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so as ashamed as i am to admit this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby and I have become "Gleeks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TKYBX5JR_hI/AAAAAAAABuA/d7ivWy0xjqE/s1600/watch_glee_online.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TKYBX5JR_hI/AAAAAAAABuA/d7ivWy0xjqE/s400/watch_glee_online.png" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-81406357661146404?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/81406357661146404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=81406357661146404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/81406357661146404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/81406357661146404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/10/bobby-and-is-new-obsession.html' title='Bobby and I&apos;s new obsession...'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/Sfog4BYRIAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuBqoE94aKU/S220/8021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TKYBX5JR_hI/AAAAAAAABuA/d7ivWy0xjqE/s72-c/watch_glee_online.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914884682278207077.post-1255005927113013882</id><published>2010-09-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:19:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;So this is the 100th POST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;yayyy... after 3 years of blogging I've MADE IT! Wahooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm in the big leagues now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would make this post special?&lt;br /&gt;SOME PICTURES AND STORIES ABOUT BOSTON!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long since I've posted any pics of him, so here are 4 of my most recent favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqejero1JI/AAAAAAAABtA/9FjgLuip2nw/s1600/Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqejero1JI/AAAAAAAABtA/9FjgLuip2nw/s640/Blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took him to take a few pics for his Birthday invite the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we got some super cute pictures and I can't WAIT to post the invite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqelQ5ndrI/AAAAAAAABtQ/obf2np2KAyE/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqelQ5ndrI/AAAAAAAABtQ/obf2np2KAyE/s640/blog2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so a boy! LOVEs to watch the boys hit the golf ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqekbvYisI/AAAAAAAABtI/mVv3cAnou6w/s1600/Blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqekbvYisI/AAAAAAAABtI/mVv3cAnou6w/s640/Blog1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he loves his nilla wafers! a little too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqemOIivtI/AAAAAAAABtY/9NuEqucF0yk/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJqemOIivtI/AAAAAAAABtY/9NuEqucF0yk/s640/blog3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and i love HIM! even when he has drool coming down his face! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a funny little boy and has SUCH a boy personality!&lt;br /&gt;He's a crack up for sure!&lt;br /&gt;He knows exactly what to do to make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Goober! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston most recent happenings...&lt;br /&gt;* He LOVES the bathroom! why? because he's not supposed to! I don't know!?&lt;br /&gt;* He eats all big boy food! Why? Because he's a big boy! =[&lt;br /&gt;* He turns 1 in like 2 weeks... here come the tears... jk&lt;br /&gt;* He loves sitting in his chair to eat!&lt;br /&gt;* So much in fact the he will drop a cookie that mom can't see, then go back later to retrieve it. Then crawl under the table so mom can't find him so that he can eat his cookie in peace and not have to share! He's a smart cookie! That's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;* He also thinks it's hilarious to slap mom in the face! Yeah, it's just great!&lt;br /&gt;* He's as fast as lightning!&lt;br /&gt;* Wanna know how I know this? Every time he thinks he's in trouble, he turns and crawls faster and faster and faster, till I literally have to jog after him!&lt;br /&gt;* In fact we had a race the other day. (Crawling!) Sounds silly, I know, but I was curious as to whether or not I could crawl as fast as him. I couldn't. He won! Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;* He got his first pat to the butt the other day... It was a sad moment for all. For the past 3 months he's been "somehow" getting ahold of my laptop charger. The magnetic end. And sucking on it. It's ruined. Thanks Boston!&lt;br /&gt;* He still has the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen on a "baby" boy! I can't even describe the color...&lt;br /&gt;* He's so dang independent!&lt;br /&gt;* I found him playing in the toilet the other day. We've since learned to keep the door to the bathroom closed. But every time he hears it open, fast as lightning, he's in it before we are!&lt;br /&gt;* He had his first drink of soda the other day. I think he liked it. This was not by Bobby or I though, since neither of us drink soda. It was Papa Martinez. Boston says thank you Papa Martinez. Bobby and I say he can't go over to Grandma and Grandpa's house anymore... JK!&lt;br /&gt;* I found him like this about 20 seconds ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJt5NcSA4lI/AAAAAAAABtg/IGHPEpSdKpk/s1600/IMG_5196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG1zFpAwjqA/TJt5NcSA4lI/AAAAAAAABtg/IGHPEpSdKpk/s400/IMG_5196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was stuck in between all four bars of the chair and couldn't get out. I tried to make him do it by himself. It wasn't happening. He was pretty frustrated. I taught him that if he can get in by himself, he can get out... He didn't understand the principle.&lt;br /&gt;* Boston likes to go around ALLLLLL day long saying,"DAD,DAD,DAD,DAD,DAD,DAD." It's like he's really looking everywhere for him!&lt;br /&gt;* I go along behind him saying, "mom,mom,mom,mom,mom,mom." But if "dad" isn't home he doesn't want "mom" he wants "dad." If "dads" home, he wants "mom." Dork! =]&lt;br /&gt;* I had to put boxes up in front of the kitchen. He gets into things and winds up drop the blender on my toes while I'm doing the dishes! It's SOOO fun!&lt;br /&gt;* He loves having all the toys in his room! So much in fact, that he spends about 70% of the day dragging them out into the hall way! Why? &amp;nbsp;Who wants to play by themselves in a room, when they can play with their mom, (who's busy cleaning) in the living room!? Come on, you know you would want to too!&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to wave bye-bye at ALL times! I just took him into his room to take a nap. The whole way there, he waved bye-bye. "Bye-Bye, Boston!" =]&lt;br /&gt;* He loves attention. I don't know if that will ever fade, unfortunately. Bobby and I are the same way. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to say "hey" to people in the grocery store, target, any story really. And around here, we only get a handful of people that say "hey" back. I feel bad for the little guy! He's putting himself out there and he doesn't get much in return. So I learned early that IIIII need to say "hey" back. If someone doesn't say SOMETHING to him, he'll yell at them. Be warned.&lt;br /&gt;* Last but not least. He's a model. Or might as well be a model. He's just the GOOD LOOKIN! So good looking in fact that he's been known to be call a "Heart Throb," a "Lady Killer," a "Heart Breaker," and a "Little Pimp." Not so sure about that last one. But you get the picture! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an AWESOME Thursday. I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;I get to be with Boston ALLLLL day! I sure love him, and I hope I still have all my toes by the end of the day! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/177/DCAC9C34B3504E89DD129C22D18406E7.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914884682278207077-1255005927113013882?l=lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1255005927113013882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914884682278207077&amp;postID=1255005927113013882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1255005927113013882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914884682278207077/posts/default/1255005927113013882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyandbobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/100th-post.html' title='100th POST!'/><author><name>Lindsey Martinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110760837168193681</uri><email>noreply@
