<?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-5131216342904728052</id><updated>2011-08-03T08:33:18.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Tingen &amp; Family!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-8886713605755470346</id><published>2009-03-01T15:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:55:00.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged!</title><content type='html'>I think the pictures say it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1POS9DXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l4iZFxAsTDc/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324752693988722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1POS9DXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l4iZFxAsTDc/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1C4qHXCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8oYs1BSTyis/s1600-h/IMG_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324540727122978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1C4qHXCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8oYs1BSTyis/s320/IMG_3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324994563011986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1dTVBdZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U1iXoam3b7o/s320/IMG_3592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-8886713605755470346?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/8886713605755470346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=8886713605755470346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8886713605755470346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8886713605755470346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2009/03/caged.html' title='Caged!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/Sar1POS9DXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l4iZFxAsTDc/s72-c/IMG_3591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-388407472474482519</id><published>2009-02-18T12:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:44:35.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; long since my last post. I got sucked into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; which it totally addicting, but so much fun! Anyways, we've had 2 birthdays and a baptism to report on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott's 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday was February 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe he's 8. It doesn't seem so long ago when he was just a baby saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;" (that's how he said happy...he'd say it over and over and over....it was the cutest thing ever!) I'm coming to the realization that whether or not I like it, he's growing up and I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relinquish&lt;/span&gt; some control and allow him to make his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; and feel the weight of those consequences whether they are good or bad. Anyways...back to him........He had a good birthday. I brought him Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A for lunch at school and then he passed out cupcakes to his classmates. After dinner we sang happy birthday, had Cold Stone Cupcakes, and he opened his birthday presents. We kept it low key as to keep the emphasis on his decision to be be baptized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304197147910838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxLNAPdmTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dom7ZSmG_3o/s320/February+2009+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott was baptized February 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 2:30pm by his daddy. It was the sweetest experience. His Uncle Randall gave a talk on baptism and his grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tingen&lt;/span&gt; spoke on the Holy Ghost. Todd confirmed Scott a member of the Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and Scott was given the gift of the Holy Ghost. The words that were spoken during the confirmation blessing were beautiful and the spirit filled the room. As it ended, Scott had a couple of tears in his eyes as he shook the hand of those in the circle. Grandpa Wade gave a heartfelt closing prayer and after that, Scott was weeping. His arms were clutched around my neck holding me as tight as he could. "Scott, are you upset about something?" I asked. He just shook his head no still weeping. "Are you just happy?" I asked. A nod in affirmation. "Are you feeling the spirit?" I asked.   He responded with "Yes!" There is no doubt that he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; feeling the spirit and was touched by it.  Later on that night when I tucked him into bed he said, "Mom, it is so cool to have the spirit!" Yes it is!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202903582923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxQcByn26I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kPnEo3Ho-KU/s320/February+2009+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haley Monster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;January 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Haley turned 2. She is our fire ball of personality. She enjoyed celebrating her birthday with her grandparents. She is so funny! She's talking so well and cracks us up with the things he says and does. The other day she threw the dog's rope and said "Maxy run!!" She loves her dog!!! The other day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; came home from school with these lips that sound like a kazoo when you blow into them. Haley got a hold of them and I thought I'd die laughing! She would try to blow so hard and yet the lips would make just the slightest sound. Here are some pictures that I took.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205589198944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxS4WfYOnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TG2ddiV7dXE/s320/February+2009+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304205924348386834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxTL3BO3hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x2D1xEIL-5s/s320/February+2009+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I walked into the playroom the other day to find her playing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;" in her doll's crib.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304207043797644690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxUNBSu9ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TXi_Aut9kPM/s320/February+2009+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes my days interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-388407472474482519?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/388407472474482519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=388407472474482519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/388407472474482519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/388407472474482519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SZxLNAPdmTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dom7ZSmG_3o/s72-c/February+2009+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-3853542685341305041</id><published>2009-01-09T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:08:21.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments!</title><content type='html'>Katelynn:  to me "I will still love you when I'm in Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I will love you too, but you can't go to Heaven without me okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Katelynn:  "Why"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'd miss you way too much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the sweet moments in life I adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-3853542685341305041?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/3853542685341305041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=3853542685341305041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3853542685341305041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3853542685341305041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2009/01/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-3097961572772755366</id><published>2009-01-03T22:31:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:19:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Todd and I celebrated out 10 year anniversary January 2nd. I can't believe 10 years has gone by so quickly. We have been blessed beyond measure these past 10 years. We celebrated by going to Fogo De Chao which is a Brazilan churrascaria. Todd has been wanting to take me there for a while, so this was the perfect opportunity. I've been to to Tucanos and Rodizio on my visits to Utah and thought it couldn't get any better than that. I was wrong. Fogo is by far the best food and service I have ever had and well worth the pricy bill. I ate WAY to much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287281084714061778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWAyIiIGD9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mXkkspRiAcE/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So then we headed to the PGA super store about 2 miles down the road. Anyone that knows Todd knows he can't be that close to a golf store and not go in. We got there close to 8:00 and they were already closed. So we&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;headed downtown to Centennial Olympic Park to see the holiday lights and go ice skating. The park wasn't to far from where Todd works so we stopped by so I could see the building he works in and his cubical which is actually bigger than I had imagined. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287283993181509314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA0x1AxVsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Jk5032-SwHY/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His office building is really pretty. He works on the 12th floor and has an awesome view out his window. I tried to take a picture, but there was to much glare from the window. Anyway this is what his building looks like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286012161924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA2nWTNn3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dDMddm2LNiA/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287285620047380818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA2Qhj0gVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pdoToZg8gY4/s320/IMG_3081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just down the street from where he works is what Atlanta is know for...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286857713004242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA3YkOTLtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xaJ7qXRsz44/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Coca-Cola!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, so after our little detour, we made our way to Centennial Olympic Park. The lights were beautiful. I love being downtown with all the big buildings and espcially at night with all the lights. The park was beautiful! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289012066992130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA5V90UQAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/luVBFzRxA9Q/s320/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like our wedding day, it was rainy, but not near as cold. Sorry about the rain spots in the pictures:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290822103052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWA6_UuisXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iJaYArXOChg/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The fountains at the park were really pretty as well. This was the only fountain that was actually on. The others had been turned off due to the severe drought that we've had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288946132612497122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWYcfE6LPuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lDrnr05eI94/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288945496772528226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWYb6EOHSGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YjwW4yXhI6A/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, Here is where it gets a little interesting. We walked down to the ice skating rink to discover it was smaller than it looked on the internet and the line was horrible and very slow moving. We debated whether or not to leave, but decided to stick it out. After almost an hour of waiting, we got our ice skates. These were not just any ice skates. These skates were designed for the sole purpose of causing so much pain to the person wearing them that they couldn't possibly skate too long without severe consequences to their feet and ankle. They were not lace up, but buckled on the sides right where the ball of your ankle is. They had to be hockey skates because they didn't have toe picks which made it a little difficult to stop. Everyone was complaining about these skates. Anyway, so we stepped onto the ice. This is what it looked like. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288944112716638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWYapgNeaaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OqJM9UdhAxI/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as soon as we stepped on the ice the mini zamboni came out and this is what the ice looked like afterward......I kid you not!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288944730722914978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWYbNedp0qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/In5gMAReF2I/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lot of good the zamboni did. Don't ask how we managed to skate on that without falling every two seconds. Needless to say, we didn't last to long on the ice, but we had fun together anyway. After that we went to Starbucks for some hot chocolate and called it a night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could not have asked for a better husband and best friend. I'm looking forward to spending the next.......well, eternity with him! Happy Anniversary, Todd. I love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947179309529794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWYdcAKMesI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dFJF9iSIqQI/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-3097961572772755366?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/3097961572772755366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=3097961572772755366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3097961572772755366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3097961572772755366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-year-anniversary.html' title='10 Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SWAyIiIGD9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mXkkspRiAcE/s72-c/IMG_3063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-5553736059294205758</id><published>2008-12-28T15:58:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:09:23.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Like everyone else our family has been very busy with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Todd and I are gearing up for our 10 year anniversary on the 2nd and Haley turns 2 on the 5th! Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas. Katelynn put out reindeer food Christmas Eve and Scott got the milk and cookies ready for Santa! Scott was the first one up at 7:00am. He quickly went to see if Santa had arrived then woke up his sisters. Todd and I enjoyed watching the kids faces light up as they opened their gifts. One of Haley's favorite gifts was "bum bum". (They have play-doh ready in nursery when you drop them off. Todd pounds the dough with Haley and says bum bum bum. Thus play-doh being called bum bum.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285034277578687394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg2rJTXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyypX117giM/s320/IMG_2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I look as good as Katelynn does in the morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035353184601666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg3pwPzBkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DoWpAnMGLk0/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was super excited to get Lego Batman for the Wii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285036381639624674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg4lnilR-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6Z8BXcSVFas/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Christmas day we went to my parents and enjoyed a super yummy Christmas dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Annual Tingen Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year we go to Todd's parent's house for Christmas Eve. They have a wonderful tradition in there family of reading in Luke the account of Christ's birth. Everyone in the family, no matter where they are in the world read it at the same time. Todd's parents invite lots of friends and family for the reading and refreshment afterwards. Once everyone is nice and full, Todd's dad plays the piano and everyone sits around singing Christmas carols and those who wish to showcase their talents are more than welcome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285041937296707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg9o_-c0TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UNHvpmy351A/s320/IMG_2912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haley was old enough to really get into it this year. She loved dancing to the music, then running to her abuela for a hug.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285043327398037474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg-56gbx-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_LTk-EI1uZs/s320/IMG_2920_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Santa Cookies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a tradition in my family ever since I can remember to decorate Santa Cookie. My mom still does them with Wendy and my sister Laura and I still do them as well. I love doing them, but they are a lot of work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285045978788819938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVhBUPtQc-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/A_aS2qHJe44/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up making at least 100. Laura said she made 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285046502636740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVhByvMVXjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/elNtYC2CkKo/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually let Scott and Katelynn help me this year which is a HUGE step for me. I was always afraid that they would mess them up. This year I decided to relax a little and not worry about how the cookies looked. After all the worst thing that could happen is we get suck eating great tasting Santas:) Anyway, Scott and Katelynn did a fantastic job and will be helping me for years and years to come:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-5553736059294205758?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/5553736059294205758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=5553736059294205758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/5553736059294205758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/5553736059294205758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SVg2rJTXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyypX117giM/s72-c/IMG_2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-6795814853535475453</id><published>2008-12-15T21:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:43:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>We have for the last 2 weekends been trying to take our own family photos. We set up our dining room as our studio with a plush brown blanket between the blinds of the window and put our coffee table under the blanket as our platform. We went to wolf camera and bought a remote switch for our camera so we could snap the shot while we were in place instead of setting the timer and scrambling to get set. Brilliant in theory and probably would've worked if we have 3 cooperative subjects. It was soooooo stressful trying to make the kids laugh, smile, and sit still.&lt;br /&gt;After taking at least 100 photos and not one we liked, we called for reinforcements....family! We went to our neighborhood play area where there was a perfect setting for our photos. They turned out so much better and we got it done ten times faster. Lesson learned...next year, ask for help first!!  I made a little video of our adventure.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17732c3ef2394f75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17732c3ef2394f75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330056353%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC1D5B4670952EC1A71459F3A8769BC5FA174B.A1750891DEC5846900DF9F50DCA2D382A23F1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17732c3ef2394f75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmAuKovAJQ0YqKfdPTPaf8Yj0kUI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17732c3ef2394f75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330056353%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC1D5B4670952EC1A71459F3A8769BC5FA174B.A1750891DEC5846900DF9F50DCA2D382A23F1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17732c3ef2394f75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmAuKovAJQ0YqKfdPTPaf8Yj0kUI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-6795814853535475453?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17732c3ef2394f75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/6795814853535475453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=6795814853535475453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/6795814853535475453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/6795814853535475453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-6164756139521485039</id><published>2008-12-06T21:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:32:20.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkering with Photoshop Elements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago Todd and I bought at Cannon Rebel digital SLR camera. We have loved every minute of using it. We've also invested in photoshop elements and a book on how to use it, which we've also had a couple of years. I thought it would be great for digital scrapbooking. I have not invested much time in learning it, so I decided to get at it. So here are couple of attempts at digital scrapbooking . It's very simple, but hey, I gotta start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276884721871208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STtCskfRvtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M_zpV4JMd1A/s320/Scott+and+Katelynn_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would save money this year by taking our own family photos. More on the woes of that later. Anyway, I took these photos today. This photo is my favorite of the ones I took today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276885061993435842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STtDAXivEsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mhriJOXqJz0/s320/Max-n-Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-6164756139521485039?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/6164756139521485039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=6164756139521485039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/6164756139521485039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/6164756139521485039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/12/tinkering-with-photoshop-elements.html' title='Tinkering with Photoshop Elements'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STtCskfRvtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M_zpV4JMd1A/s72-c/Scott+and+Katelynn_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-8063926915987258491</id><published>2008-12-02T13:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:28:05.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is a Cow?</title><content type='html'>My friend told me about breakfast with Santa at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a, so we decided we'd go together. If you brought in a toy you got to have a picture with Santa. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275257705106907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STV67uuKIoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/P_Eumkw4_L0/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So not exactly what we expected. I don't know why after all it is Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. Anyway, it took Haley some time to warm up to the cow. First we just said hi. Then we touched him. Then we watched other kids sit on his lap and by that time she was ready to do the same. She didn't want to get off his lap. It was cute and Haley had a good time playing with her friend Sara in the play area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thanksgiving in Tennessee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My side of the family met in Tennessee at my sister's house for Thanksgiving. My brother Scott was the only one not there and we missed him! Thanksgiving day there was of course eating......&lt;/span&gt;Sleeping.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261962383826546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STV-ziUEnnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8BMnSxyFM74/s200/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding of the new baby cousin, Trisha. (The only other girl cousin there besides Haley among the 8 boys!).........and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263300158789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STWABZ6el7I/AAAAAAAAADM/Lrqmhs_ixiA/s200/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identical cousins battling it out playing Guitar Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275264618426944162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STWBOI2GSqI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z6P00-4BGLs/s200/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my nephew Jacob. He's 11 years old. Scott will be 8 in February. It has been so fun watching these two grow up. I know exactly what Scott will look like when he's 11. They must have a lot of Wade in them for them to look that much alike :) Thank you Laura for having us all up for Thanksgiving. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-8063926915987258491?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/8063926915987258491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=8063926915987258491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8063926915987258491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8063926915987258491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-is-cow.html' title='Santa is a Cow?'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/STV67uuKIoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/P_Eumkw4_L0/s72-c/IMG_1899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-8514474486333919380</id><published>2008-11-22T21:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:33:40.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Pow-Wow</title><content type='html'>Can I just say how much I love Kindergarten! All the kindergarten classes (tribes) got together and had a pow-wow and it was so much fun. Each tribe had decorated shirts, feathered headbands with their accomplishments on them, and a drum . Each tribe sang and danced to a song they had learned about Thanksgiving. Then all the tribes combined food that they brought to make a trail mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271681047075807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SSjF-1Qc4jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jvmQ6VEPff4/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little tag along made herself comfortable in her sister's lap. It thrills Katelynn to no end when Haley wants her big sister. Haley is known by name in both Scott's and Katelynn's class and can't leave until they have given her hugs. Haley tolerates it pretty well, but it's pretty intimidating when you have a bunch of kids in your face. Katelynn is very protective of Haley and says that no one can hold her because she is MY sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676627714037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SSjB9l2f2HI/AAAAAAAAACk/eG3lmsl0mcs/s200/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was walking down the hall at the school the other day when a student I didn't recognize said, "Hey...there's Scott's mom." I thought to myself, "gee, am I really up here &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much?" I eat lunch with the kids every week and they are allowed 2 or so friends to go outside or the loft to eat with them. So we try to alternate kids in the class to be fair. Here is what I've learned. A child in Scott's class has a 17 year old sister who is pregnant. Another child's mother will wash her mouth out with soap when she uses a curse word. Another child has a 4 grade brother that he loves and looks up to very much. Another child protects my baby when she's about the hit her head on the table. This same child is also responsible for bathing his 2 year old brother 2 days a week, and is one of the sweetest, most kind 8 year old I have ever met. I've learned who likes PB&amp;amp;J and who doesn't. I learned that my kindergartner contemplates throwing her bag of chips in the chandelier when we are eating in the loft. What going to the school has allowed me to do is see the fruits of my labor. I can see that my children are friends with good children and really don't want anything to do with the children that misbehave. It puts my fears to rest. So I will continue to go to the school and keep looking for those teaching opportunities to strengthen them from all that is out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-8514474486333919380?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/8514474486333919380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=8514474486333919380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8514474486333919380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/8514474486333919380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/11/kindergarten-pow-wow.html' title='Kindergarten Pow-Wow'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SSjF-1Qc4jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jvmQ6VEPff4/s72-c/IMG_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-5513653718996269357</id><published>2008-11-11T09:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:45:13.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Elder Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRngoIw7m3I/AAAAAAAAACc/oVQ5BY6Ha2s/s1600-h/hollajr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267488219338611570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRngoIw7m3I/AAAAAAAAACc/oVQ5BY6Ha2s/s200/hollajr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stake had a "special meeting" last Sunday in which Elder Jeffery R. Holland came to visit. There was a lot of speculation as to why he would be coming to our stake. Most thought that our stake would be split. That was not the case. He came to be among the saints and what a blessing it was for all who attended the meeting. I usually don't sing in the stake choir due to the 40 minute drive it takes to get to the stake center, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be in the choir for this. Singing for special programs such as this has its advantages! There were about 100 other people who felt the same way. I was one of the lucky ones that got to sit literally feet away from an apostle. As I have taught gospel doctrine this year, we often discuss scriptures such as 3Nephi 6:20 "And there began to be men inspired from heaven and sent forth, standing among the people in all the land, preaching and testifying boldly.....testifying unto them concerning the redemption which the Lord would make for his people, or in other words, the resurrection of Christ; and they did testify boldly of his death&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; sufferings." I would pose the question how do we testify boldly without being overbearing? Elder Holland gave us a great example of that. His testimony struck me like no other testimony has before, it was very bold, unshakable, indisputable, truly a witness of Christ and His divinity. I will remember his testimony and the spirit in which I felt as he testified for years to come. He talked mainly to the youth ages 12-14. He wanted them to make a commitment that they would stay close the gospel of Jesus Christ for the next ten years and encouraged parents to create a millennial home, a safe haven, a place where Satan has no power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching general conference I tend to put these apostle and prophets on a spiritual pedestal so far reaching how could they ever be "real"? It was nice to see how real Elder Holland was. He has quite the sense of humor and made us laugh. He was very down to earth and relateable. He knows what we go through and it was refreshing to see that first hand. I know that these people are truly called of God and when they say they love us, and they are concerned about us, they are. I saw it first hand. He cared enough that he stayed to shake hands with us. My grandma lives down the hall from Elder Holland and she told my mom that we just had to introduce ourselves. Since I was sitting so close I was able to shake Elder Holland's hand and introduce myself. "Ahhh, my neighbor, I'll have to tell her I saw you!" he said. Then I went to find my mom, dad, and sister who were further back in the line and stayed with them until they got to shake his hand too. It was a really neat experience, one I'll remember forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-5513653718996269357?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/5513653718996269357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=5513653718996269357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/5513653718996269357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/5513653718996269357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/11/visit-from-elder-holland.html' title='A Visit from Elder Holland'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRngoIw7m3I/AAAAAAAAACc/oVQ5BY6Ha2s/s72-c/hollajr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-7291214790134523100</id><published>2008-11-07T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:59:16.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Loved Mommy!</title><content type='html'>As usual, when Katelynn got home from school yesterday, she asked for a snack which was some sort of junk food. She wanted something else so she got into her Halloween candy. Still not satisfied with that, proceeded to get something out of the pantry to maximize her sugar intake. I told her no, that if she was still hungry, she needed something like an apple, banana, or something healthy. She was having none of it. So, I left her alone for awhile and came back to a most heartfelt note lying on the kitchen counter which read, "I hat you mommy". I couldn't help but chuckle. She changed her attitude and after dinner crossed out the "hat" and wrote "I love you mommy". I love you too Katelynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265990470910971074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRSObtE9jMI/AAAAAAAAACM/XUC8sK_XUcI/s320/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-7291214790134523100?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/7291214790134523100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=7291214790134523100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/7291214790134523100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/7291214790134523100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-loved-mommy.html' title='Most Loved Mommy!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRSObtE9jMI/AAAAAAAAACM/XUC8sK_XUcI/s72-c/IMG_1687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-2082285073860385281</id><published>2008-11-06T14:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:12:13.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Todd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRNIJ8gamyI/AAAAAAAAACE/8yg9KJFLDHc/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265631725024353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRNIJ8gamyI/AAAAAAAAACE/8yg9KJFLDHc/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todd shared his birthday this year with millions of people who went out to vote for the next president of the United States. He said all he wanted for his birthday was a new Vince Flynn book and for McCain to win the election. I took care of one birthday wish, unfortunately the other was out of my control. Anyway, we celebrated with balloons and a Cold Stone ice cream cake which was absolutely the best ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A Princess, a Military Man, and A Dinosaur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost sounds like a story book. We had a blast Halloween night. My brother and my nephew went trick-or-treating with us and I bet we walked about a half mile collecting candy. I think we have enough to last us all year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265631394457837506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRNH2tDN38I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Apzma0VAKXg/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-2082285073860385281?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/2082285073860385281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=2082285073860385281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/2082285073860385281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/2082285073860385281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-todd.html' title='Happy Birthday Todd!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SRNIJ8gamyI/AAAAAAAAACE/8yg9KJFLDHc/s72-c/IMG_1679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-7952561899109076925</id><published>2008-10-28T13:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:55:58.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out these Monster Finger Cookies we did as a family activity. They were super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdQxERMdlI/AAAAAAAAABs/45qT93O52Xw/s1600-h/IMG_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262263493495387730" style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdQxERMdlI/AAAAAAAAABs/45qT93O52Xw/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdPgfs2HMI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WXL746MF5A/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262109289716930" style="width: 197px; height: 278px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdPgfs2HMI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WXL746MF5A/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott's motive for making these cookies was to freak out his friends the next day at lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdPs87rWYI/AAAAAAAAABk/iTOizi8ToEk/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262323294984578" style="width: 282px; height: 176px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdPs87rWYI/AAAAAAAAABk/iTOizi8ToEk/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Haley got involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdSS9BVzEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dLGsZgEWJq8/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262265175177022530" style="width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdSS9BVzEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dLGsZgEWJq8/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdO5HmPThI/AAAAAAAAABM/T_ZyY2Usm-8/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My princess, Katelynn.  Loves making cookies even if they are a little weird looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trunk or Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to our ward "Trunk-or-Treat" Saturday night.  There was moonwalks, cakewalks, candy everywhere, and oh yes...puking to add the the festivities. The children were getting ready to go from car to car to collect candy when Haley puked all over herself.  Thanks to my quick reaction, it was contained to her thick dinosaur costume.  No problem, we'll just take off the costume and she's good to go.  It must of been all that bouncing in the moonwalk that upset her stomach right?  No way it was a stomach bug.  Todd wanted to go home right then, but I couldn't deprive Katelynn and Scott of the candy they were so excited about getting.  So I kept Haley with me and passed out candy to the kids that were coming around when she puked again. We darted home after that.  The poor thing threw up every hour until 3am and a sleep deprived mom had to get up early for church and teach her gospel doctrine class.  Ahhhh, the joys of motherhood:)  She's feeling fine now and no one else in the family has gotten the stomach bug.  (knock on wood!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-7952561899109076925?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/7952561899109076925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=7952561899109076925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/7952561899109076925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/7952561899109076925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/10/monster-cookies.html' title='Monster Cookies!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SQdQxERMdlI/AAAAAAAAABs/45qT93O52Xw/s72-c/IMG_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-1900232063662339294</id><published>2008-10-14T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:53:05.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities!!</title><content type='html'>Fall is here and so are all the festivals!!  The kids elementary school puts on a fall festival every year sponsored by the PTA.  It is the responsibility of the room parents to come up with a booth(some carnival type game), find people to run the booth and make a creative poster to try to earn money for the teacher to spend in the classroom.  As room parent in Katelynn's class and one of the assistant room parent's in Scott's class, you can imagine what I've been doing.  The kids had a blast and the effort was well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents own a silk screening business and set up a booth at the Apple Fest in the North Georgia Mountains.  They have been doing this for the past 10 years or so.   My mom,  my dad, my brother Randall, my nephew Wade, and I all went up Friday and we will be doing it again this weekend.  Working with my family is actually a lot of fun.  Randall has to make sure he lives up to his responsibilities as a big brother and of course I have to do the same as a little sister.  He was teasing me quite a bit, so in response when he asked for a Dr. Pepper, I made sure to shake it for him :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all geared up for Halloween.  Yesterday Scott mentioned that he wanted to be a missionary then changed his mind.  "I want to be Kroger!"  (a grocery store)  How do I pull that one off???  Thank goodness my 8 year old nephew Kyler called this morning and asked Scott to be an army dude with him.  That one I can do!  I'm trying to talk Katelynn into being a ballerina.  She has an absolutely gorgeous ballet costume from her dance recital last June.  What better way to get your money worth out of a $60.00 ballerina costume right?  I love watching the kids trick-or-treat, it's so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-1900232063662339294?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/1900232063662339294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=1900232063662339294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/1900232063662339294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/1900232063662339294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities!!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-3246153637482998374</id><published>2008-09-29T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:55:34.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Activities!!</title><content type='html'>Right now life is really hectic.  Scott is playing fall baseball and in piano lessons.  He has baseball practice twice a week with a game every Saturday from now until November.  He got really upset with himself last Saturday when he got out at 2nd base.  He ran ever so slightly past 2nd base and got right back on the bag, but during that short amount of time the other team managed to get him out.  He went to the dugout crying.  When Todd asked him what was wrong he said, "That was a dumb mistake, I knew better than to run past the base."  Oh well, lesson learned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelynn is in dance once a week for an hour and a half.  She takes ballet, jazz, and tap.  She absolutely loves it!!  She is constantly dancing!  When we went to Daytona Beach over the summer on vacation she was dancing on the beach.  You can often find her dancing in front of our fireplace where she can see her reflection in the glass, but don't try to spy.  If she catches you, well.........let's just say it's not pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is just along for the ride.  She does however play with a friend twice a week.  My friend and I swap babies so we can go up to the school and volunteer.  They are 6 weeks apart and play really well together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when the kids went back to school I'd have all this extra time.  Boy was I wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-3246153637482998374?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/3246153637482998374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=3246153637482998374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3246153637482998374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/3246153637482998374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-activities.html' title='The Kids Activities!!'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-265434509952740890</id><published>2008-09-29T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:27:49.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So what does Haley do all day while her brother and sister are gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF_WBmfLKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kyUKbTaNFWE/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251618656854420642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF_WBmfLKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kyUKbTaNFWE/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF_KFu7llI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U3D8FaYcQ-U/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She plays with our puppy, Max. We got Max back in July and he has been a fun addition to our family. Haley and Max have become best friends. They chase each other around the house making all sorts of playful noise. Haley loves the dog so much she climbed in his crate and needed help to get back out. I wish I had a picture of that one. She is so funny and keeps us rolling with the things she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-265434509952740890?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/265434509952740890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=265434509952740890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/265434509952740890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/265434509952740890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-what-does-haley-do-all-day-while-her.html' title='So what does Haley do all day while her brother and sister are gone?'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF_WBmfLKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kyUKbTaNFWE/s72-c/IMG_0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131216342904728052.post-2149882116823287246</id><published>2008-09-29T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:10:14.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF6TSEJmJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r8EpKjn06PU/s1600-h/Katelynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613112176056466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF6TSEJmJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r8EpKjn06PU/s320/Katelynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF6JQbZVrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qe_2uh63HjM/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612939937994418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF6JQbZVrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qe_2uh63HjM/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Angie convinced me to start this blog so here goes nothing!!  Scott and Katelynn started&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF4DcJzjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YobhU6oBQ6s/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; school at the beginning of August. Scott is in 2nd grade and Katelynn is in Kindergarten. It is so fun to watch Scott take care of his little sister and show her the ropes. He's very protective of her on the bus. No one is allow to sit by her, just him! They have grown up so much! So far they are loving their teachers and enjoying learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131216342904728052-2149882116823287246?l=andreatingen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/feeds/2149882116823287246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131216342904728052&amp;postID=2149882116823287246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/2149882116823287246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131216342904728052/posts/default/2149882116823287246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreatingen.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Andrea Tingen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536860150420220048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/ST1soCnq20I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ypvi9t6r8P8/S220/Andrea+5x7_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS97g0MzSMs/SOF6TSEJmJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r8EpKjn06PU/s72-c/Katelynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
