<?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-3743533898518063741</id><updated>2012-01-20T17:09:11.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.           The sweet life of the Montoya's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-4826218071289761226</id><published>2012-01-20T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:38:36.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is $50 alot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;So Zak was watching tv in his room when an infomercial came on. I have no idea what it was for but he comes into my room and asks "Mom is $50 alot." my response why. "Cause there is this thing on my tv that you rub on stains like poo in my underwear and it gets it out. It's only $50.00" Yes Zak $50 is alot of money. Now I'm curious to see what the infomercial was all about.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-4826218071289761226?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/4826218071289761226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=4826218071289761226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4826218071289761226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4826218071289761226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-50-alot.html' title='Is $50 alot'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-4783080956500163805</id><published>2012-01-20T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:35:14.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;My kids say the funniest things. They say so many funny things that I can't post them all on facebook. So I'm going to update my blog daily with the funny things that my kiddos say. They make me laugh and I hope they make you laugh too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-4783080956500163805?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/4783080956500163805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=4783080956500163805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4783080956500163805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4783080956500163805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-5365175711434149431</id><published>2009-06-29T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:09:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kody's Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNPnf12AI/AAAAAAAAALI/BE2X6BBUx6g/s1600-h/DSC03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894562802456578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNPnf12AI/AAAAAAAAALI/BE2X6BBUx6g/s200/DSC03261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe it has already been a year since Kody joined our family. Boy does time fly by so fast. We decided to throw our Kody bug a Carnival Birthday themed party. It was such a blast. All his cousins, Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents showed up. Each of the adults were Carnies. They were in charge of the games and the kids got to go around and play, darts, bean bag toss, basketball, knock over the cups, pick a duckie, tic-tac-toe, pin the nose on the clown, &amp;amp; ring toss. We also had a large bounce house for the kids to play in. We had all the food you would have at a carnival. For lunch we had hot dogs chips and juice. Then they also got fresh made popcorn and cotton candy. All the kids had a blast. Dustin dressed up as a clown and completed the party. Kody got lots of gifts and loves each and every one of them. When it came time for the cake Kody was so tired he didn't even want to eat it. He just kept crying. So we cleaned him up and let him take a nap. In the Montoya family they have a tradition on the first birthday. They put a book, a piece of bread, and a dollar in front of them. Which ever one they choose first is what is in store for their life. (Bread= they will never go hungry) (dollar= they will be wealthy) (book=they will be well educated) Kody pointed at the book. So after weeks of stressing over planning a party things came together very nicely. Thank you to everyone who participated and helped make Kody's first birthday party a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNPBUiW_I/AAAAAAAAALA/2AvNFEMshMQ/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894552554494962" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNPBUiW_I/AAAAAAAAALA/2AvNFEMshMQ/s200/DSC03203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNP6IF4vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5dRKVPxVOvE/s1600-h/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894567803118322" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNP6IF4vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5dRKVPxVOvE/s200/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNOzdTIgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PPwioV9yjdo/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894548833149442" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNOzdTIgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PPwioV9yjdo/s200/DSC03200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNOUVBZHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mCC4rITHN_I/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894540476933234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNOUVBZHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mCC4rITHN_I/s200/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /&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/3743533898518063741-5365175711434149431?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/5365175711434149431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=5365175711434149431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5365175711434149431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5365175711434149431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/06/kodys-carnival.html' title='Kody&apos;s Carnival'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SklNPnf12AI/AAAAAAAAALI/BE2X6BBUx6g/s72-c/DSC03261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-8462723884033801051</id><published>2009-06-16T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:20:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SjiLDy-rh8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xbFM8zoyISU/s1600-h/Cabbage_Patch_Kids_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348177454843004866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SjiLDy-rh8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xbFM8zoyISU/s200/Cabbage_Patch_Kids_Logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this is seriously the funnest thing. Zak has recently found an old cabbage patch doll. He has been carrying it around and calling it his baby. I told him it was a little boy and he would need to think of a name that he wanted to call him. So as we are going through possible names he decides the baby needs a diaper change. He pulls down the diaper and says "Mommy this isn't a boy he has no peepee. It's a girl. She has a front butt." seriously front butt where did he get that. I couldn't stop laughing. So after much diliberation I coulnd't argue with him there was no peepee. So even though the doll is supposed to be a boy he has chosen the name Carly and it is a girl. He has even tried to breastfeed the baby doll. He said my babies hungary and put the doll up to his boob. LOL. Oh the joys of children. &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/3743533898518063741-8462723884033801051?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/8462723884033801051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=8462723884033801051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8462723884033801051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8462723884033801051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/06/front-butt.html' title='Front Butt'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SjiLDy-rh8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xbFM8zoyISU/s72-c/Cabbage_Patch_Kids_Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-3317185428828406559</id><published>2009-04-25T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:03:58.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to catch up on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I know I've been very bad about updating this. You would think that since I'm a stay at home mom (who raises 2 kids, works as a process server at night and has a house to keep on) would have plenty of time to update her blog........ however I am not perfect and lately most of my free time has been spent on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. (Yes i am addicted.) But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; has happened since Dustin locked Zak in the car and gave us all a scare. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; him more then me) Lets see where to start....Today Zak said the cutest thing. I took him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; cause that is his favorite place to eat. Its always Mommy I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. Then he tells me exactly what he wants there. Anyways today he got a happy meal and it actually came in a box. Remember the boxes not just a bag? He had gotten his lunch and then fell asleep in his car seat so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt; took the box and put it up front so it wouldn't spill. When he woke up he said " Mommy were is my box meal" Box meal.... what is he 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIo9yeqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rCe4NNPome4/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332904777378343426" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIo9yeqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rCe4NNPome4/s200/DSC02417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIoXXJdpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3acaae_Ml4g/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332904767063160466" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIoXXJdpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3acaae_Ml4g/s200/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIoDfFLDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qq8QzchM-3o/s1600-h/DSC02430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332904761727724594" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIoDfFLDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qq8QzchM-3o/s200/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIn14_EcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_QLZh2ThuvM/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332904758078280130" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIn14_EcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_QLZh2ThuvM/s200/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJInsL5itI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CBBA0b6NxWs/s1600-h/DSC02450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332904755473255122" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJInsL5itI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CBBA0b6NxWs/s200/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; back to important stuff. We had Easter. Zak had seen the Easter bunny at the mall and had said that he wanted a Thomas the Train set that had a waterfall. He kept calling it his waterfall. THEN he went to Toys R us and saw a power wheel he fell in love. He kept saying Mommy I need to tell the Easter Bunny that I don't want the waterfall I want the truck. So I make a trip back to Toys R Us when he is not with me to buy the truck and of course they are sold out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!! you can imagine my frustration. This is what he really wanted. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny couldn't let him down at 3! So I had them call the West Valley store sold out. The sugar house store Sold out..... the Layton store Sold out.... I was getting desperate. I asked if I could buy they floor model... of course not they don't work... what was I going to do.... I was told there were 2 more stores in UT.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; and St. George.. was I really going to have to drive to St. George to make this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;. We called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; store... they didn't have any in but were getting 3 the next day. I asked if I could buy it at this store and find a way to pick it up and of course no. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; if they would hold it until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; (2 days later) so I could find someone to go with me to pick this thing up and they said no.... I told them I was desperate..... finally I got a manager &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to pick up on Friday morning. After finding someone to go with me (Thank you Dad) I couldn't find a babysitter so I had to take the boys to go with. I was praying the entire time that he would not see what I was getting and ruin his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully he didn't. Easter eve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zak&lt;/span&gt; was still saying how he didn't get the chance to tell the Easter bunny he wanted the truck and was going to get the waterfall and how he really didn't want the waterfall any more. So sad I wish I could just tell him that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; getting it he was so heart broken. Easter morning came and he runs downstairs sees the truck and got so excited it was worth all the stress. He loves it... everyday its Mommy can I drive my truck to the park. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; store, Dad, and Easter Bunny for making a 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; Easter morning. So you ask what did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; get. The Easter Bunny brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; a Wagon. And YES he loves it as much as Zak loves his power wheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;THE PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We took them to the park Zak drove his power wheel and I pulled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; in the wagon. They both sang the entire way there. Nothing better then hearing your child be happy and sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJKv_j14nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5FdGxXXy_og/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332907097136161394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJKv_j14nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5FdGxXXy_og/s200/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJKvo5QFVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QAWVQyNUX2o/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332907091051943250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJKvo5QFVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QAWVQyNUX2o/s200/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SWIMMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We took the boys swimming at Dimple Dell Pool. First time going there was kinda cool. The only thing they were missing was a hot tub for Mom to warm up in. The boys had so much fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; floating on his back I guess it was so relaxing that he fell asleep. I couldn't decide if I should get him out and dry him off or keep him in the pool. Zak was to scared to play on the playground part of it. Didn't want to get water in his eyes. He used to love the water but this year he was acting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; so we decided to put him in swim lessons. Hopefully this will help before the start of boating season.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMl4mU-SI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xNc-XvudGRY/s1600-h/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909122492102946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMl4mU-SI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xNc-XvudGRY/s200/DSC02523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMlUPSCAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WwgIFJas_zw/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909112731764738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMlUPSCAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WwgIFJas_zw/s200/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMlNWfBcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-CN6IWUFFRg/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909110882928066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMlNWfBcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-CN6IWUFFRg/s200/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMk3pu1BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zouslOtmTXQ/s1600-h/DSC02528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909105058075666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJMk3pu1BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zouslOtmTXQ/s200/DSC02528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;OOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents watch what you say. I have a really bad habit of saying dumb a@# when someone does something really stupid...I know I should be calling myself that for what I've done. Well Zak called me it the other day. I had a talk with him that we don't say things like that. Well today he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; it.... we told him that we don't say things like that and he was all "but that's my dumb a@# song" I didn't know if I should get upset at him or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are trying to find a new place to live. Need something bigger we have just outgrown this place. So if you see anything let us know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3743533898518063741-3317185428828406559?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/3317185428828406559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=3317185428828406559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3317185428828406559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3317185428828406559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-to-catch-up-on.html' title='Lots to catch up on.'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJIo9yeqgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rCe4NNPome4/s72-c/DSC02417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1698211891922904343</id><published>2009-04-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:23:48.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drumer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Little Drummer Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I got Guitar Hero World Tour for my birthday. It came with a guitar, the game, a microphone, and a drum set. Instantly we knew who was going to be the drummer our little man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt;. He picked up the drum sticks and was hitting the drums in perfect unison. He has his own unique rhythm that is just so cute. Everyday he comes downstairs and finds the drum sticks and carries them around all day. Here is a few photos of him drumming as well as a video. Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJSai5D8qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F43QrV6mqJk/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332915524756304546" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJSai5D8qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F43QrV6mqJk/s200/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJSaRH9OiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cg3jxb_hAUk/s1600-h/DSC02400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332915519986940450" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJSaRH9OiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cg3jxb_hAUk/s200/DSC02400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59bcea57239c298a" 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://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59bcea57239c298a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D7E6C1666F4C89BF624CAC45024FE41FE8EAF31.35C80D4F7440397498A3E487E6AD925AB4E91165%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59bcea57239c298a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8_BqxVt2IsUkDBs_G9UOMxZi6Mg&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://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59bcea57239c298a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331196077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D7E6C1666F4C89BF624CAC45024FE41FE8EAF31.35C80D4F7440397498A3E487E6AD925AB4E91165%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59bcea57239c298a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8_BqxVt2IsUkDBs_G9UOMxZi6Mg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-1698211891922904343?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59bcea57239c298a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1698211891922904343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1698211891922904343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1698211891922904343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1698211891922904343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-drumer.html' title='Little Drumer'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SgJSai5D8qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F43QrV6mqJk/s72-c/DSC02401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-6734113986734467403</id><published>2009-04-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:53:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Don't Try This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/Sdwuo-HdfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8wE6rzt1gLY/s1600-h/99avenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322180141049019698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/Sdwuo-HdfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8wE6rzt1gLY/s200/99avenger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The other day the worst thing that I have ever done happened....I managed to lock Zak in the car while it was running.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got to spend a day with just Zak and me. I took him to get our hair cuts, his looks so cute. We walked directly next door fromt he salon to get ice cream from Cold Stone, he picked out his mint ice cream with gummi bears all by himself. on the way back to the car I asked him if he wanted to call his mommy and tell her about his haircut and ice cream. I unlocked my car using the remote and started it, then turned the A/C on low (it was a warm day). I then called Kari and gave him the phone as I Buckled him in his car seat. I closed the door and walked around the car as he was excitingly tell his mom about the fun he was having with dad. I pulled the handle and found my door didn't open...funny I thought because i know if the passenger door unlocked using the remote then the driver's door should also be unlocked. I walked back to the passenger door to open it. That door too was locked! I did my best to stay calm to keep Zak calm aswell. I realized my phone is in the car and I can't call anyone for help. Zak tells me through the rear quarter window that his mom wants to talk to me and tries to give me the phone through the window. I told him that I couldn't get the phone because I can't get in the car...He got really mad at me for not taking the phone and throws it at the window and then to the floor. I asked him to see if he could unbuckle his car seat and open the door for me. He manges to unbuckle his upper buckle on his car seat, however due to the nature of car seats, he could not get the bottom buckle undone. Then he started freaking out cause he couldn't get out of his car seat. I did my best to get him to slide himself out of the belts. But once again one of the things a car seat was designed to due was keep a child in his seat. AARRGGHH!!! Someone came by and I explained to him what had happened. He let me use his phone to call the police. Just before the police arrived a man drove by and asked my if I needed my car unlocked, I of course said yes please. He opened a professional lock out kit, said he was a bouncer. The police arrived along with the fire department and attempted to unlock my car using a slim jim while the other man was using his kit. Meanwhile Zak had fallen asleep in his car seat. As the random bouncer man unlocked the car my wife shows up (she'd figured out where I was by Zak telling her about his haircut and ice cream). Worst Experience Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I found out that my car will automatically lock itself after 2 minutes if the driver's door is not opened after unlocking with the remote. Smart feature if you accidently unlockyour car and not realize it, keep it safe. Not such a great feature if you don't realize that starting it and opening the passenger door does not disable this feature. PARENTS BEWARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-6734113986734467403?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/6734113986734467403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=6734113986734467403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/6734113986734467403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/6734113986734467403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/04/parents-dont-try-this.html' title='Parents Don&apos;t Try This!'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/Sdwuo-HdfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8wE6rzt1gLY/s72-c/99avenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-3991887533930739803</id><published>2009-03-04T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:13:29.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Trained.</title><content type='html'>Oh Happy Day. We think Zak is potty trained. He has gone 7 days wearing is big boy underwear and has only had 1 accident. And that was due to the fact he couldn't get his P.J.'s off fast enough. He even tells us when we are out in the car doing my job. I'm so proud of him. He almost has his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; sticker chart filled up so we will be taking another trip to the store to reward him. For his first sticker chart he wanted a Toby train. Every time he would use the potty he would say I did that for my Toby Train. But when we got to the store NO Toby Trains. He was so sad until we found him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; one. Now he want a remote control train. Good job buddy. Mom &amp;amp; Dad are so Proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-3991887533930739803?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/3991887533930739803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=3991887533930739803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3991887533930739803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3991887533930739803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/03/potty-trained.html' title='Potty Trained.'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-3543676920833739169</id><published>2009-02-21T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:27:22.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum Three's I think Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that once your child turns three they start throwing tantrums. Well you can't tell from these photos. Zak is such a poser. He even wanted to take his own photos. He kept trying to push the button. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; turned 8 months and Zak turned 3 this month so here are the new photos. Hopefully Zak will be as sweet at these photos everyday and not throw any tantrums. ;) Who am I kidding he is three, a boy, full of energy, and has a little brother to help him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxhxZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fJq17xwVAOs/s1600-h/zak+3+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503995200655522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxhxZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fJq17xwVAOs/s200/zak+3+years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxsMDofI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7HRh7lLvwk0/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503997996802546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxsMDofI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7HRh7lLvwk0/s200/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxkg-wKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5ArwyJm-vgk/s1600-h/cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503995937079458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxkg-wKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5ArwyJm-vgk/s200/cowboy.jpg" border="0" /&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/3743533898518063741-3543676920833739169?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/3543676920833739169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=3543676920833739169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3543676920833739169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3543676920833739169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/tantrum-threes-i-think-not.html' title='Tantrum Three&apos;s I think Not'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDvxhxZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fJq17xwVAOs/s72-c/zak+3+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-6371939206231887135</id><published>2009-02-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:19:53.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRngrWzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iP3I5NU9Rcw/s1600-h/dad+and+kody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502347473673010" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRngrWzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iP3I5NU9Rcw/s200/dad+and+kody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRYaCHYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YSbKxyN8R9k/s1600-h/kody+7+mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502343419272578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRYaCHYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YSbKxyN8R9k/s200/kody+7+mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRUFC8nI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r31Tdup5ttE/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502342257504882" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRUFC8nI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r31Tdup5ttE/s200/the+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the Titans didn't make it into the superbowl, Dustin and his boys still show that they are proud of the Titans for making it as far as they did. Maybe next year. Also Kody learned to crawl at 7 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-6371939206231887135?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/6371939206231887135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=6371939206231887135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/6371939206231887135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/6371939206231887135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/titans.html' title='Titans'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SaDuRngrWzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iP3I5NU9Rcw/s72-c/dad+and+kody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1914480879540999705</id><published>2009-02-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:57:53.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zak turned 3 on valentines day and we celebrated by taking 10 of his friends to classic skating. He had so much fun. He had a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;einsteins&lt;/span&gt; themed party and I made him a rocket cake. Here are a few photos of the fun event. Zak had so much fun. Thanks to all who helped us celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPpO9VmvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oTttIf__K4k/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303639080990776050" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPpO9VmvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oTttIf__K4k/s200/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPowH9p0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_D61mQAThqk/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303639072713844546" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPowH9p0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_D61mQAThqk/s200/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPoBj6xdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SGFJWBA7gTQ/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303639060214629842" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPoBj6xdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SGFJWBA7gTQ/s200/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /&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/3743533898518063741-1914480879540999705?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1914480879540999705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1914480879540999705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1914480879540999705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1914480879540999705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/party-party.html' title='Party Party'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpPpO9VmvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oTttIf__K4k/s72-c/DSC02075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-5644078334838117355</id><published>2009-02-16T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:41:49.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNFbt1jeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ldLshfC1SME/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303636266916875746" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNFbt1jeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ldLshfC1SME/s200/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNEzz54_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/F4UVHzYSxJE/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303636256204907506" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNEzz54_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/F4UVHzYSxJE/s200/DSC02056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNEsKnfOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pL4vjP5Qce8/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303636254152686818" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNEsKnfOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pL4vjP5Qce8/s200/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNETTCHSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rfYSUzbbMtI/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303636247477099810" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNETTCHSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rfYSUzbbMtI/s200/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to enter the 97.1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ZHT&lt;/span&gt; Valentines Day Massacre to try and win a diamond ring. My sister-in-law Bernadette has done it 6 years and asked if I wanted to do it with her so I agreed. I went online and registered. The day before the event I got an email saying I could participate in the event. My sister-in-law never got an email so I almost didn't go. I didn't want to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;by  myself&lt;/span&gt;. But with a lot of push from my husband saying how fun it would be to dive into a cake with 96 other women and look for a ring I decided to go. So the D.J.'s counted down 1-2-3 go and all 97 women including me jumped into the cake. A lady behind me jumped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of me and I couldn't move so I wiggled my way out, moved over a few spots reached my hand in grabbed some cake and started going threw it and would you believe there in my hand was a piece of paper that said &lt;strong&gt;Diamond Ring!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I could not believe it. 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href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamond-ring.html' title='Diamond Ring'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SZpNFbt1jeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ldLshfC1SME/s72-c/DSC02064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-18627488034441078</id><published>2009-02-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:03:12.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DpB0AwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li4-H65pfsY/s1600-h/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298059513154503426" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DpB0AwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li4-H65pfsY/s200/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DQU0Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cO2kpZCAc78/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298059506523334562" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DQU0Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cO2kpZCAc78/s200/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DB3cbdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pbyQxXTmKTo/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298059502642032082" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DB3cbdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pbyQxXTmKTo/s200/DSC01996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9C5QpHOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7TGDj2GmHDg/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298059500331801826" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9C5QpHOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7TGDj2GmHDg/s200/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zak has been begging me to go out and play in the snow. Unfortunately he has a mother that hates the snow and cold weather. Well we finally bundled him and his brother up in all their wonderful snow gear. It takes longer to get them in and out of their winter garb then the time they actually spend outside. It almost makes it not worth it. But then you see how much fun they are having. Kody didn't like the snow, he cried the entire time until he fell asleep in it. I can't decide if he hated the snow like mom or if he was just tired. Zak and Dad however had a blast with a full on snow fight. They also built a snowman (or as Zak would say a "toe-man"). They had so much fun. Zak even wanted to keep a snowball so now I have a snowball in my freezer. Wonder how long I need to keep that in there? &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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-18627488034441078?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/18627488034441078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=18627488034441078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/18627488034441078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/18627488034441078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ9DpB0AwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li4-H65pfsY/s72-c/DSC02007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1795717273363888965</id><published>2009-02-01T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:03:33.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Born Bowler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So among Zakary's many talents we have found another one. He is a natural born bowler. We took him bowling with some of our friends and he did awesome. He totally understood the concept and got upset when he didn't knock over all 10 pins. Here are a few shots of us bowling as well as his score card and one of him upset. Notice his score. 92! crazy I know. Now I know he had some help with the bumpers and the guard rail but still he is only 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3ayfqk4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YDVWtzRezGs/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053313762857858" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3ayfqk4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YDVWtzRezGs/s200/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3aD1yedI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UtQwZthj0mM/s1600-h/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053301239183826" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3aD1yedI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UtQwZthj0mM/s200/DSC01907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3aZDRGdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-fbkqtpZtZs/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053306932861394" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3aZDRGdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-fbkqtpZtZs/s200/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3ZyiMs_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/afBZKBGY9iU/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053296593613810" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3ZyiMs_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/afBZKBGY9iU/s200/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3bMD8l9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ecQw7YIIN98/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053320625919954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3bMD8l9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ecQw7YIIN98/s200/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3743533898518063741-1795717273363888965?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1795717273363888965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1795717273363888965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1795717273363888965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1795717273363888965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/natural-born-bowler.html' title='Natural Born Bowler'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZ3ayfqk4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YDVWtzRezGs/s72-c/DSC01913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1782006866662715789</id><published>2009-02-01T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:23:04.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Baby Mullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbju6DGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RXJQO09bKlA/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298048928933612642" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbju6DGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RXJQO09bKlA/s200/DSC01867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbYIyZuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-J-DzYgm9TY/s1600-h/DSC01865.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298048925820937954" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbYIyZuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-J-DzYgm9TY/s200/DSC01865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbzhxKYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4S7FSoaH0Ho/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298048933173471618" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbzhxKYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4S7FSoaH0Ho/s200/DSC01869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok I know Kody needed a haircut from the day he was born. I just couldn't part with his baby hair. Giving him a haircut means he is actually growing up. So here are some photos of his first haircut. He did really well. Didn't cry or anything. Just sat there and let the lady cut his hair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here is the final look. Ohhh so big. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzcCogK7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fXdubbz76SY/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298048937228250034" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzcCogK7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fXdubbz76SY/s200/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-1782006866662715789?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1782006866662715789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1782006866662715789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1782006866662715789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1782006866662715789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-baby-mullet.html' title='Bye Bye Baby Mullet'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SYZzbju6DGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RXJQO09bKlA/s72-c/DSC01867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1636174386894093259</id><published>2009-01-15T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:38:14.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little photographer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AleU2NCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J3Cdt8ICN9s/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291589468467639330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AleU2NCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J3Cdt8ICN9s/s200/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AknSJFtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TQ7JYxbt_48/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291589453692344018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AknSJFtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TQ7JYxbt_48/s200/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AkbrF7iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LH-DvzisemQ/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291589450575769122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AkbrF7iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LH-DvzisemQ/s200/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zak has become quite the good photographer. He got a camera for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and has insisted on carrying it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every were&lt;/span&gt; with him. He takes photos of everything. He not only takes the one photo but he moves the object and moves the camera around for a better shot. He has taken over 800 photos since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and loves looking at his work on the computer when he is done. Here are a couple of the shots from him. The first one he was taking a photo of Dad opening up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; present but got so excited when he saw Santa on the box that he took a picture of the box. 2. He loves taking pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt;. He'll do something to get his attention and then take the photo just like at the photo studio. 3. His toys. I don't know how many pictures we have of his toys but this was the first one he did. He took over 50 pictures of this airplane that night. He took them with the airplane in the hanger outside the hanger, next to the hanger, with the camera on the floor, with it on the chair, up top. What a little creator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-1636174386894093259?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1636174386894093259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1636174386894093259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1636174386894093259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1636174386894093259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-little-photographer.html' title='Our little photographer.'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SW-AleU2NCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J3Cdt8ICN9s/s72-c/DSC01441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-2258924523420607084</id><published>2009-01-12T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:25:40.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTL4HCSeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ortrMLcxauE/s1600-h/kiddie+kandidis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484019526519266" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTL4HCSeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ortrMLcxauE/s200/kiddie+kandidis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6 months &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZ54wbjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CGCfkQ-chq4/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484260521668146" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZ54wbjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CGCfkQ-chq4/s200/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZwiSIWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yl0IxqGyg0k/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484258011488610" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZwiSIWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yl0IxqGyg0k/s200/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZomUynI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mvi2y2Rh6Zw/s1600-h/in+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484255880956530" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZomUynI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mvi2y2Rh6Zw/s200/in+present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZhI1LEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zz4yvHIAo4M/s1600-h/in+front+of+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484253878201410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTZhI1LEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zz4yvHIAo4M/s200/in+front+of+presents.jpg" border="0" /&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/3743533898518063741-2258924523420607084?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/2258924523420607084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=2258924523420607084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2258924523420607084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2258924523420607084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-months-6-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SWuTL4HCSeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ortrMLcxauE/s72-c/kiddie+kandidis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-8880795649305776156</id><published>2009-01-12T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:03:20.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know I've been terrible about updating this lately. Life has just been really crazy with the holidays and everything so here is the update for the last month and a half. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; got his first tooth on 12/23 and now he has 2 of them both on the bottom. He loves to bite on anything he can get his hands on including his brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zakary&lt;/span&gt; who freaks out because we have been teaching him to not bite. Christmas was way fun at our house this year. Zak was so excited to see if Santa brought him what he asked for. Of course he did. Zak got 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; that walk when you push the button on the back, a remote control car, and a bunch of stuff from grandpa. He loves all his presents and is still finding time to enjoy each of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; got a roller ball to help him crawl but he seems to be doing fine just rolling around. He has discovered that he can get the things he wants by rolling and turning so there is no need to crawl. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kody's&lt;/span&gt; 5 and 6 months pictures taken I will post them at the end of this. I can't believe my baby is 6 months almost 7 that is crazy. Zak is turning three next month and we are getting ready for his birthday at our house. He loves the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Einsteins&lt;/span&gt; and everything has to be "Super-fast". Zak has also discovered he is pretty good at working the computer like his daddy. He got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;webkinz&lt;/span&gt; whale from his brother for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and every morning he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;akses&lt;/span&gt; if he can feed it, get it dressed, and play games. He has designed the 4 rooms by himself and it is way cute. Mom is also hooked on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;webkinz&lt;/span&gt; and can find herself wasting the whole day playing pizza palace. (It is very addicting). Dustin and Kari went and saw Body Worlds 3 at the Leonardo this past weekend. It was really cool. If you didn't get a chance to see it I would recommend taking a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt; to look at it. Kari still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; taken down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations in our house because she likes the way her house looks and feels with them up. so who knows maybe they'll be up all year. J/K we have valentines day to decorate for. This last year was pretty hard on us. Not only financially but emotionally and physically. We can only pray and hope that 2009 will be better. So for everyone that I did not get a chance to tell Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Year. This year with all the hustle and bustle some of our friends got left out. We want you to know that we love you and wish you and your families the best. We hope 2009 brings you everything you need &amp;amp; want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Montoya's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-8880795649305776156?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/8880795649305776156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=8880795649305776156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8880795649305776156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8880795649305776156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-8754000120935253865</id><published>2008-12-27T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:22:56.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SVab6tCQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ackov2PizmA/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284582645589669538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SVab6tCQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ackov2PizmA/s200/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Who knew potty training could be so cute? We are still in the process of potty training &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zakary&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes he does really well and goes by himself...other times he takes off and hides when he needs to go. However when he does use the potty successfully he gets a treat. "Mom, Dad I poop potty!" and flushes the toilet saying "bye-bye poo!" with such excitement. So today the cat uses his litter box/"potty" and Zak got so excited and said "Kitty poop in kitty potty.......cat treat!" and grabbed the kitty some treats....he is so adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-8754000120935253865?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/8754000120935253865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=8754000120935253865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8754000120935253865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/8754000120935253865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/12/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SVab6tCQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ackov2PizmA/s72-c/DSC00870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-5837407904645326652</id><published>2008-12-12T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:15:12.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas and Mesquite. When in Vegas there isn't much to do with kids so we decided to go and watch the shows on the strip. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treasure&lt;/span&gt; Island to watch the Pirate show. Oh boy have that changed that. It is no longer pirates, they are Sirens (basically a nice way to say girls in their underwear singing and dancing on the pirate ship). So we are watching the show and they come out I was all Dad we should leave Zak should not see this. But he wanted to stay and see the Pirates blow up the sirens. After the show Zak kept saying something I did not quite understand. After much talking and listening we found out he was saying "sexy ladies". Not sure were he picked that up. Then a few days later we were watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Volcano&lt;/span&gt; at the Mirage. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;volcano&lt;/span&gt; started going off and Zak was all this boring I want to watch sexy ladies. Oh my gosh I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt; my little boy. While there we took the boys to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FOA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Schwartz&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know who had more Fun the boys or their Dad. We also went to Hoover Damn. Zak kept saying he wanted to jump into the water from the top of the dam We had to hold on to him really tight. Here are a few photos from our trip. 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He decorated his small tree for his room and then helped mom with the tree in the living room. He loved to put 2 of the same color bulbs right next to each other and drove mom nuts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-3144537772958211862?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/3144537772958211862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=3144537772958211862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3144537772958211862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/3144537772958211862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/12/decorating-tree.html' title='Decorating the tree'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SULrQYUNxCI/AAAAAAAAADI/QSRuaVbw7iI/s72-c/DSC01103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1755037014989538704</id><published>2008-11-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:38:58.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/gengel28/wall-e/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GJHHJHJ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="221" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/gengel28/wall-e/GJHHJHJ.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/gengel28/wall-e/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GJHHJHJ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to get Zak the Wall-e movie for Christmas. He happened to find it in the sack and came up to me with his big eyes and said "ma i want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walleeeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peese&lt;/span&gt;", in his sweet innocent voice. Since I am a sucker to his big puppy dog eyes and his very cute manners I had to say yes. So now we are one C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; present short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-1755037014989538704?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1755037014989538704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1755037014989538704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1755037014989538704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1755037014989538704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-gift.html' title='Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/gengel28/wall-e/th_GJHHJHJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-2269928826635185701</id><published>2008-11-19T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:47:38.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTdL2UFKXI/AAAAAAAAADA/BNP-VOejxqA/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580659558361458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTdL2UFKXI/AAAAAAAAADA/BNP-VOejxqA/s200/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love dressing my boys in matching outfits. These two are so adorable. I just had to take their picture. Zak loves holding his baby brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; loves his big brother holding him. Get excited we are getting ready for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-2269928826635185701?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/2269928826635185701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=2269928826635185701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2269928826635185701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2269928826635185701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-cute.html' title='Two Cute'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTdL2UFKXI/AAAAAAAAADA/BNP-VOejxqA/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-4640985570082052798</id><published>2008-11-19T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:40:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTbs4Mi9QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/37r12njabTw/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579027976058114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTbs4Mi9QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/37r12njabTw/s200/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin decided to play church ball this year. It was fun to go out and watch him play. Zak waited so patiently until he could go and throw his ball at the half. At the very end Zak and all the other kids ran around and had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-4640985570082052798?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/4640985570082052798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=4640985570082052798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4640985570082052798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4640985570082052798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/church-ball.html' title='Church Ball'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTbs4Mi9QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/37r12njabTw/s72-c/DSC01091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-4396368898098423943</id><published>2008-11-19T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:34:47.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZ9ZzEm0I/AAAAAAAAACw/Kzth5elWP4Q/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270577112850668354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZ9ZzEm0I/AAAAAAAAACw/Kzth5elWP4Q/s200/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZmWk-S_I/AAAAAAAAACo/WRhoFcsGSN4/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270576716849236978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZmWk-S_I/AAAAAAAAACo/WRhoFcsGSN4/s200/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZVHla1JI/AAAAAAAAACg/vJn0DRR5xNM/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270576420766798994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZVHla1JI/AAAAAAAAACg/vJn0DRR5xNM/s200/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Who new that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;packaging&lt;/span&gt; peanuts were so much fun, or messy. Zak not only loved playing in the box but he also loved throwing all the peanuts around the house. These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; peanuts were almost impossible to pick up. Oh boy what a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-4396368898098423943?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/4396368898098423943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=4396368898098423943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4396368898098423943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/4396368898098423943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-mess.html' title='What a Mess!'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SSTZ9ZzEm0I/AAAAAAAAACw/Kzth5elWP4Q/s72-c/DSC01060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-2949088593579974922</id><published>2008-11-18T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:19:32.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://devilgraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tennessee Titans Graphic Comments" src="http://devilgraphics.com/tennessee-titans/fb_AAGL104_20x24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Here is a shout out to our NFL Football team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Go TITANS!!!! 10-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-2949088593579974922?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/2949088593579974922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=2949088593579974922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2949088593579974922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/2949088593579974922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-shout-out-to-our-nfl-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-449642314891696451</id><published>2008-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:18:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b1.lilypie.com/qQa5m7.png" alt="Lilypie 1st Birthday Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm gonna brag about my little guy a little. Today he is 4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days old. Last night he pulled himself up into a sitting position from laying back. Yeah!!! Can you believe that he is only 4 months old and wants to already get up and play with Zak. He is getting so big. He also learned how to make raspberries. Now he is making them everywhere and at everyone. It is so cute. I can't believe my baby is already 4 months. He is growing like a weed. He wants to be like is big brother Zakary so much. He keeps trying to play with him and toss him the ball or push him a car. Pretty soon they will be outside running and playing tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-449642314891696451?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/449642314891696451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=449642314891696451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/449642314891696451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/449642314891696451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/milestones.html' title='Milestones.'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-1175293233573750312</id><published>2008-11-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:33:05.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I'm putting Zak up for sale to the highest bidder. Yesterday he took off when we were at the mall. I was pushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; in his stroller and Zak took off running. I had to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; to my sister and chase after him. Well I got half way down the mall and lost him. A lady was nice enough to let me know that he had ran into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JCPenny&lt;/span&gt;. I went in there but could not find him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anywere&lt;/span&gt;. I started panicking. One of the workers asked if everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I told her no that I could not find my son. She hopped on the phone and called security. Within seconds the stores were closed down and they had guards at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every door&lt;/span&gt; not letting any one in or out. It took about 30 minutes to find him after he took off. He had decided to play hide and go seek. He hid in between a shelf on the wall that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;levi's&lt;/span&gt; and covered himself with them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Way to scare his mom. At least the mall was on top of closing off the doors so no one could take off with him. Way to go South Town on your security system. So If anyone is intrested in a little boy that doesnt listen and runs away let me know. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-1175293233573750312?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/1175293233573750312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=1175293233573750312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1175293233573750312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/1175293233573750312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/child-for-sale.html' title='Child For Sale'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-7724150136558847544</id><published>2008-11-08T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:33:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRYTQDdla6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rvlJ_djTKCk/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266417980784602018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRYTQDdla6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rvlJ_djTKCk/s200/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love taking pictures for no reason other then to just have a silly picture. This is one of those occasions. I was playing around with the camera and caught Kody in a funny pose. He has the biggest bug eyes in this photo. This is definently one for the scrap book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-7724150136558847544?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/7724150136558847544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=7724150136558847544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/7724150136558847544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/7724150136558847544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-taking-pictures-for-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRYTQDdla6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rvlJ_djTKCk/s72-c/DSC01028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-7077285635479585197</id><published>2008-11-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:24:06.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRNfGcUL0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/boTEqVDW8vU/s1600-h/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265656953610948802" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRNfGcUL0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/boTEqVDW8vU/s200/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Don't they make the Best Toy Story? Woody and BuzzLightyear. This picture was so hard to take. Zak did not want to sit on the bench or smile. It took over 3 hours to get this shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRNe_ie-LdI/AAAAAAAAABk/sbuhGb2ru2M/s1600-h/kody+sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265656835007720914" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRNe_ie-LdI/AAAAAAAAABk/sbuhGb2ru2M/s200/kody+sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Look! Kody is sitting up all by himself. Just barely 4 months old, this is a great milestone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-7077285635479585197?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/7077285635479585197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=7077285635479585197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/7077285635479585197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/7077285635479585197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-they-make-look-kody-is-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SRNfGcUL0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/boTEqVDW8vU/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-5983587055865258688</id><published>2008-11-04T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:02:53.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="312" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=932207&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=932207&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-5983587055865258688?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/5983587055865258688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=5983587055865258688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5983587055865258688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5983587055865258688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos_8049.html' title='Halloween photos'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-5722679714100419656</id><published>2008-11-03T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:29:16.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SQ9eQbWMPoI/AAAAAAAAABE/ICmOnAC_Fo0/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530125731151490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SQ9eQbWMPoI/AAAAAAAAABE/ICmOnAC_Fo0/s200/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zak disappeared into my grandma' backyard. We thought he was just playing around with a ball. When I went to check on him he was running around in the leaves. He was picking them up and throwing them over his head. Then he would run and jump into them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-5722679714100419656?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/5722679714100419656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=5722679714100419656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5722679714100419656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/5722679714100419656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Playing in the leaves'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SQ9eQbWMPoI/AAAAAAAAABE/ICmOnAC_Fo0/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-556895095805246160</id><published>2008-11-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:18:39.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zakary hates spiders. When he sees them he yells "Eww Eww". He calls bugs and spiders "ewws".  Well Dustin and I call Kody our little Kody Bug. The other night Zakary started calling Kody  his baby eww. Now isn't that just to cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743533898518063741-556895095805246160?l=thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/feeds/556895095805246160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743533898518063741&amp;postID=556895095805246160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/556895095805246160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743533898518063741/posts/default/556895095805246160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetlifeofthemontoyas.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-ewww.html' title='Baby Ewww'/><author><name>Montoya's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08891373806388200229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743533898518063741.post-3979529246625644028</id><published>2008-11-03T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:01:58.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story Hallowen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SQ9YPYcraII/AAAAAAAAAA8/b6V2EiwRQ1Q/s1600-h/DSC00998+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523510703417474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XnfeAxKwL0/SQ9YPYcraII/AAAAAAAAAA8/b6V2EiwRQ1Q/s320/DSC00998+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year for Halloween I was determined not to sew our Halloween costumes. I ordered Dustin's, Kody's, and Zak's costume online and ended up making mine. Zak's costume came and it was adorable. Then Kody's and Dustin's costume came and they were both to small. So once again last minute I was sewing costumes. It was well worth it in the end. We made an adorable Toy Story. Zak loved trick-or-treating. 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