<?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-1950075385699368462</id><updated>2011-11-14T06:32:34.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachler Pad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5382485218530210312</id><published>2011-02-06T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:46:13.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th day of School</title><content type='html'>I don't remember celebrating the 100th day of school when I was young, but they do it at Alyson's school.  Here are a few cute photos of my Kindergartner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8jWxrmBAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C0o2Y_JXQGo/s1600/100_3767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8jWxrmBAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C0o2Y_JXQGo/s320/100_3767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570710138280870914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   So here we have the 100th day crown that they all got to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8jJ5eUzTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2tdn0nBVvlg/s1600/100_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8jJ5eUzTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2tdn0nBVvlg/s320/100_3766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570709917034401074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her green medal for participating in the 100 day olympics and her 100th day gorilla necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8i-4D-UMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BxRwJwNdEfw/s1600/100_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8i-4D-UMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BxRwJwNdEfw/s320/100_3765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570709727676879042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just another cute picture of the ham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-5382485218530210312?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5382485218530210312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5382485218530210312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5382485218530210312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5382485218530210312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2011/02/100th-day-of-school.html' title='100th day of School'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/TU8jWxrmBAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C0o2Y_JXQGo/s72-c/100_3767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-3946917993780476221</id><published>2009-07-11T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:37:27.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun - 3 year old style</title><content type='html'>It is the beginning of summer, what shall I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkHwEz0JxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FqMfM1j55x8/s1600-h/100_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357321754240100114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkHwEz0JxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FqMfM1j55x8/s320/100_2110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's start off small and cute by dancing a jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkIOUe6Z0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1HkrAYB51L4/s1600-h/100_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357322273843472194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkIOUe6Z0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1HkrAYB51L4/s320/100_2141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute . . let's see. Is dumping the powder in the bathroom cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkJtaRjR4I/AAAAAAAAALM/3z4VNh-WCjk/s1600-h/100_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323907485616002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkJtaRjR4I/AAAAAAAAALM/3z4VNh-WCjk/s320/100_2156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about basking in the sun at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's after getting wet in some back yard water fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkKTz7rUcI/AAAAAAAAALU/kwIfLJ2k-zw/s1600-h/100_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkKTz7rUcI/AAAAAAAAALU/kwIfLJ2k-zw/s320/100_2146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357324567208219074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm cute at my gymnastics class.  At least Coach Gil tells Mom that I listen and perform well.  For some reason Mom doesn't think I do that as often at home.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkMLaXCCoI/AAAAAAAAALc/dKmIGfGQ4b0/s1600-h/100_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkMLaXCCoI/AAAAAAAAALc/dKmIGfGQ4b0/s320/100_2168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357326621927934594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Now I know it must be OK to take all my books off the shell to make room for . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkMWH-g_BI/AAAAAAAAALk/Me-r_10Bheg/s1600-h/100_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkMWH-g_BI/AAAAAAAAALk/Me-r_10Bheg/s320/100_2169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357326805971827730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what will I do with the rest of my summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-3946917993780476221?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/3946917993780476221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=3946917993780476221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/3946917993780476221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/3946917993780476221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun-3-year-old-style.html' title='Summer Fun - 3 year old style'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SlkHwEz0JxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FqMfM1j55x8/s72-c/100_2110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-1985589848494567167</id><published>2009-06-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:20:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGO LAND</title><content type='html'>We are still alive. Just got stuck on Face Book for awhile. So now it is time to update a little on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi got some time off to go to a national PA convention in San Diego. Aly and I stayed home, but joined him at the end of the convention. We had plans to take Aly to Lego Land and Sea World. Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate. Both days were overcast and misty. We did go to Lego Land since we had pre-purchased the tickets. Except for all the water entertainment not functioning due to the weather, it was a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn-QXqzjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vbZIQNQQXJo/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787033025367602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn-QXqzjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vbZIQNQQXJo/s320/100_2019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson LOVED the park. We spent five hours there and she couldn't stop for a minute. This is Aly's look as she watched her first roller coaster. The lines weren't very long, but Aly still got a good lesson in waiting her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn_KAE2MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zj8BGE3MYgM/s1600-h/100_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787048495667394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn_KAE2MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zj8BGE3MYgM/s320/100_2034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the water features were running, and there was enough there that if we had let her, she would have gotten soaked. She thought she was cool stuff when she was able to jump on the circle before the water came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn-hYSeoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NKEUgoKanGc/s1600-h/100_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787037591370370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn-hYSeoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NKEUgoKanGc/s320/100_2022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had thrill rides and calm rides. She was excited about everything. Needless to say she did not stay awake during the 45 minute car ride back to our hotel. It was worth the exorbitant prices to see the joy on her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-1985589848494567167?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/1985589848494567167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=1985589848494567167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1985589848494567167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1985589848494567167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/06/lego-land.html' title='LEGO LAND'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sjcn-QXqzjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vbZIQNQQXJo/s72-c/100_2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-4399694094366808062</id><published>2009-04-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:07:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Training Center</title><content type='html'>On April 22, I was at the MTC with my brother and his family. They were delivering their first missionary, Kevin. I could have gone "home" for his "farewell", but I knew there would be a lot of family and friends there to support Kevin and his family on this new adventure. So I opted to go be with them at the MTC, or as a family friend refers to it as the "Mother Torture Center".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivering a missionary to the MTC is a huge emotional experience. Huge in that the heart takes on many emotions. There are tears of joy, pride, sorrow, separation anxiety and all other feelings in between. We discussed a lot of these feelings during the two days prior to Kevin crossing the threshold of the MTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every Wednesday of the year, hundreds of families send their missionaries into the MTC, and 99.9% of them are crying when they leave their missionary behind. Why does the family cry? This is what they have prayed for during the last nineteen years (for the boys.) Now that the time has come, they don't want to let go. Why??? There is joy that their son/daughter has made the decision to serve our Heavenly Father as a missionary. We know that this missionary will return a changed person. Usually for the better in all facets of life. So why is it so hard to let go? Probably because there is limited communication during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was one added emotion for my brother and I (yes, I know his wife and daughter also had the following thoughts on their mind.) Our mother died 30 years ago, and April 22 is her birthday. Our father died five and a half years ago. My brother and Kevin were both very close to him. My dad was able to see me off at the MTC and I know I was surprised to see his tears when I left. Today, I know he was all grins with my mom. I also know that my parents were present with us. Sitting there during the meeting, I reflected on my time at the MTC and how I had felt my mother's spirit close to me. Now, I know Kevin will experience a similar feeling with his grandfather, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MTC is a hollowed place. There is a spiritual battle being fought there 24/7. I haven't felt that peaceful and closeness to my Heavenly Father in a long time. I wanted to stay there longer, but they do "push" you out quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reason for going to the MTC was to support my brother and his family. I think I received much more support from them, and had more of a spiritual experience than I had anticipated. I shed a few tears during the meeting, but alone in my car I was overcome by the experience and grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the entry and farewell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQEho13qgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZQusD2fi6vg/s1600-h/100_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889235031697922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQEho13qgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZQusD2fi6vg/s320/100_1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Here is Judy putting on Kevin's missionary name tag.  I'm disappointed you can't see the orange "dork" dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQEh1k4uGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BzAUP-jNeOI/s1600-h/100_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889238450124898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQEh1k4uGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BzAUP-jNeOI/s320/100_1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         Although they look all smiles, Judy is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQFjMdZLzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rmZO8ZVFBW0/s1600-h/100_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQFjMdZLzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rmZO8ZVFBW0/s320/100_1993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328890361284210482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           And here is the big bear hug from father to son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-4399694094366808062?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/4399694094366808062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=4399694094366808062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/4399694094366808062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/4399694094366808062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/04/missionary-training-center.html' title='Missionary Training Center'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SfQEho13qgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZQusD2fi6vg/s72-c/100_1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-1595736633789941818</id><published>2009-03-11T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:07:57.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson of Take Your Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SbdmK9xACWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ba_fqwbVFcg/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311826624071600482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SbdmK9xACWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ba_fqwbVFcg/s320/100_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is this seemingly cute little three year old playing doctor. Who could pass up getting her this dress up when her dad is a PA? Anyway, she loves to "listen" to your heart beat, and with this new outfit came a prescription pad. That is what she is handing to me . . . my prescription. How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a month go by, and she comes down with a whopping head cold. One day she begins crying and tugging at her ear. She has never done this before and I take her to the doctor. He discovers both ears are infected. So he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prescribes&lt;/span&gt; an oral antibiotic. I tell the doctor she has quit taking any kind of medication and inquire about getting a shot. The doctor explains this would be a series of one shot for three days. Ah, we'll try to force feed the medication. We are scheduled to return in two weeks. I pick up the antibiotic and ear drops at the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi struggles with the idea of giving her an antibiotic with an ear infection which she never did complain about after leaving the doc's office. We half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; try to get her to take the oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and she continues to refuse. Her head cold gets worse and she has fevers and chills, but still never complains about her ear or anything. For the next two weeks she either slept in our bed, or made her demands to go downstairs and we (meaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; and I) slept in the recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks have passed and I return to the doctor to explain that she never took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, but she did take some Advil the night before. Levi caught her at a groggy moment when she didn't fight. Our doctor looks at her ears and explains they are still infected. He goes on to tell me that they have found that in some cases ear infections have gone on to meningitis with small children. OK, that got my attention and I got serious about the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; needed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. Back to the pharmacy because the original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; was no longer viable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sbdq5ktDqkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8JUEvmNOv2g/s1600-h/100_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311831822844537410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/Sbdq5ktDqkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8JUEvmNOv2g/s320/100_1879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Thursday. Do you think we could get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; to take the medication? We tried various ways to slip it to her, but she was sly to our ways. I even tried to force it in with a syringe, but she coughed and sputtered and it all came back out. (wardrobe change!) We can't imagine where she gets her hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt; from. So on Sunday, Levi checked her ears and they were still infected. Monday we were back at the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; went along with things for the first shot, but cried as soon as the needle went in. Then to add insult to injury we had to wait 15 - 20 minutes before we could leave to make sure she didn't have a reaction. Today she got her second shot. She doesn't mind going to the doctor's office because she can watch PBS in the waiting room. She got nervous when we were called back to the room, but she didn't begin to cry until the nurse came in with the medicine tray. And again we had to wait the fifteen minutes before they would let us leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more day of the tears and betrayal. I just hope she learns her lesson. I have tried to re-enforce the reason she is getting the shots is because she wouldn't take her medicine. My only fear is that by the time she gets sick again and needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;acetometifen&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; she won't really remember the consequences of her actions.  We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-1595736633789941818?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/1595736633789941818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=1595736633789941818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1595736633789941818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1595736633789941818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesson-of-take-your-medicine.html' title='The Lesson of Take Your Medicine'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SbdmK9xACWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ba_fqwbVFcg/s72-c/100_1846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-2645734616715844919</id><published>2009-02-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:31:55.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did</title><content type='html'>In my last post of "What Woud You Do", most of you agreed with what my friend Kendra and I did.  We started at Carinos and ended up at Olive Garden.  Although, paying $5 for two sodas was a shock.  I think Carinos made more money from us for leaving.  Thanks for all your comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-2645734616715844919?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/2645734616715844919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=2645734616715844919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/2645734616715844919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/2645734616715844919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-did.html' title='What We Did'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5794307469044022907</id><published>2009-01-24T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:20:55.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>Here is the scene.  You and a beloved friend are going out for lunch.  You decide that Italian is the cuisine of choice.  Now you just need to decide which delicious restaurant.  The closest Italian dining establishment is typically a little more pricey, but it is close and you are hungry.  So since it is the lunch menu, you and your friend go in to check it out.  You look over the menu before being seated and decide the prices are within limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are seated and are served your drinks.  Still looking over your menu, neither of you can decide what you want to eat.  The prices are a little more than you wanted to spend.  You've already been served your drinks, but you haven't ordered.   That other Italian restaurant just seems to be more what you wanted.  So . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay or do you go?  Let me know your decision.  I'll let you know what we did in a future post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-5794307469044022907?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5794307469044022907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5794307469044022907&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5794307469044022907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5794307469044022907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do.html' title='What Would You Do?'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-1882385768437864040</id><published>2009-01-22T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:48:54.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just some cousins sitting around the table serenading one another.  I tried to get them to sing Jingle Bells.  It almost worked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7218753ee3a45e1e" 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://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7218753ee3a45e1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54F6EDF6F61CBD8C801FE2CB404F241828CA1CB4.34F048372FC4ED796EED76EABD9713CD8A46DE52%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7218753ee3a45e1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5x1lUj9JRQn7fIWYP4f5r6ScdV8&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://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7218753ee3a45e1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54F6EDF6F61CBD8C801FE2CB404F241828CA1CB4.34F048372FC4ED796EED76EABD9713CD8A46DE52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7218753ee3a45e1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5x1lUj9JRQn7fIWYP4f5r6ScdV8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ought to make some parents and grandparents proud.  These Marler kids and Bachler kid sure had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-1882385768437864040?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7218753ee3a45e1e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/1882385768437864040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=1882385768437864040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1882385768437864040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1882385768437864040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-some-cousins-sitting-around-table.html' title='Jingle Bells?'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-1755040264909444852</id><published>2009-01-05T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:04:50.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did we do for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas vacation. Levi had a week plus off from work. On the 24th we awoke early to drive up to Utah and spend Christmas with Levi's family. We had a wonderful time visiting with all the relatives, playing in the snow, having a baby shower and going to Jumpin' Jacks. Aly was up by 7 am every morning, but she was up late (past 10 pm) every night. She had so much fun playing with all her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKfqpRXBKI/AAAAAAAAAII/5gGC4N4fa6Q/s1600-h/100_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287964467468371106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKfqpRXBKI/AAAAAAAAAII/5gGC4N4fa6Q/s320/100_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Tyler, J, Marissa, Carter, &amp;amp; Aly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly was definitely spoiled by Santa this year. We have kept the gifts to a minimum in years past, but this year the mama elf went over board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmI3-wUBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oKz6hLl0H8Y/s1600-h/100_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971583882711058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmI3-wUBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oKz6hLl0H8Y/s200/100_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aly with her new doctor set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmIAprIXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QsUiBy8_jwU/s1600-h/100_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971569030340978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmIAprIXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QsUiBy8_jwU/s200/100_1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An Ariel doll from the Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmJX3gGeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/r6MKGlNL1BQ/s1600-h/100_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971592442223074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKmJX3gGeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/r6MKGlNL1BQ/s200/100_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best of all, the sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to visit with two of Karen's nephews and met three great nieces/nephew that we haven't met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrUDxISQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/R_k-onUfUvc/s1600-h/100_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287977273583487234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrUDxISQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/R_k-onUfUvc/s320/100_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel &amp;amp; Brett - the two nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrUnREGiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/154QcvyYiTU/s1600-h/100_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287977283112671778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrUnREGiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/154QcvyYiTU/s320/100_1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, Lily &amp;amp; Rachel - nice to meet you Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrXQ2GbNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9u8mjZd5QtM/s1600-h/100_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287977328633605330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKrXQ2GbNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9u8mjZd5QtM/s320/100_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, Seth, Cole, Bridgett, Kailey &amp;amp; buried is Brett. It was good to meet Bridgett &amp;amp; Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a full trip and we had a ton of fun. Even Levi &amp;amp; Karen had fun playing with parents, aunt &amp;amp; uncle, siblings and all the the nieces &amp;amp; nephews. Thanks for the memories!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-1755040264909444852?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/1755040264909444852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=1755040264909444852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1755040264909444852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/1755040264909444852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-did-we-do-for-christmas.html' title='What did we do for Christmas?'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SWKfqpRXBKI/AAAAAAAAAII/5gGC4N4fa6Q/s72-c/100_1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5283974754893760818</id><published>2008-12-16T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:26:06.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>Yes, it does snow in Las Vegas and Aly spent most of the afternoon outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Aly is catching a "snowman". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjjytN7gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RqLnt4vZ1GA/s1600-h/100_1675.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjjytN7gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RqLnt4vZ1GA/s160/100_1675.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our typical desert landscape wasn't so typical today.  It was quite the winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkAE21LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S19EFnjf-_g/s1600-h/100_1694.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkAE21LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S19EFnjf-_g/s160/100_1694.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a snowman, dog, rabbit . . . snow creature with Shalene Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkT9CCPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ayQbX26bre4/s1600-h/100_1705.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkT9CCPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ayQbX26bre4/s160/100_1705.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkeFyv1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/o0Sce36X3mk/s1600-h/100_1716.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjkeFyv1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/o0Sce36X3mk/s160/100_1716.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  .&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-5283974754893760818?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5283974754893760818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5283974754893760818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5283974754893760818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5283974754893760818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUdjjytN7gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RqLnt4vZ1GA/s72-c/100_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5812691940168493084</id><published>2008-10-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:00:25.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little gymnast</title><content type='html'>We've enrolled Aly in a "tiny tumbler" class at the local community center. There are eight to ten 2-4 year olds in the class and they are entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the awe inspiring warm up. Gotta save up some of that enthusiasm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYm_IfyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KcpQuJSHeAE/s1600-h/100_1546.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYm_IfyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KcpQuJSHeAE/s160/100_1546.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this pic makes it look like she doesn't know what to do on the spring board. Trust us, she knows how to bounce on the spring board. We just have to convince her to use it to spring her onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYxeOr1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EQyuuZxf6CU/s1600-h/100_1549.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYxeOr1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EQyuuZxf6CU/s160/100_1549.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is on the mini tramp. See, we told you she knows how to bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYjm5gzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9YxGQKPeZUE/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYjm5gzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9YxGQKPeZUE/s160/100_1567.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, her favorite apparatus, the bar. She loves to swing on it and do flips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYdi0jUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/THr1ewYDUd8/s1600-h/100_1565.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYdi0jUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/THr1ewYDUd8/s160/100_1565.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-5812691940168493084?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5812691940168493084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5812691940168493084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5812691940168493084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5812691940168493084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-little-gymnast.html' title='Our little gymnast'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP6vYm_IfyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KcpQuJSHeAE/s72-c/100_1546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-8970692314560711095</id><published>2008-10-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:03:35.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aly is THREE</title><content type='html'>OK, I am finally going to blog again. Let's see if I can blog this whole week and get some things caught up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly finally turned three years old. She helped her dad open up the box containing her new kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1EgNVQNRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aRBwUqnhOKE/s1600-h/100_1529.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1EgNVQNRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aRBwUqnhOKE/s160/100_1529.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears to be quite the ham as she familiarizes herself with all the bells and whistles of this new "toy".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1EgaeRkKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-1BRyoWoa8/s1600-h/100_1531.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1EgaeRkKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-1BRyoWoa8/s160/100_1531.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she can also get quite serious while she whips up a smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1Eg3RAcyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j9ziTGc0YOY/s1600-h/100_1533.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1Eg3RAcyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j9ziTGc0YOY/s160/100_1533.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we can't forget the box it all came in. The best present of all is the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1Eg_975wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y0O1HNDBENI/s1600-h/100_1532.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1Eg_975wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y0O1HNDBENI/s160/100_1532.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-8970692314560711095?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/8970692314560711095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=8970692314560711095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8970692314560711095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8970692314560711095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/aly-is-three.html' title='Aly is THREE'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SP1EgNVQNRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aRBwUqnhOKE/s72-c/100_1529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-7862312794757977410</id><published>2008-09-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:46:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Verification</title><content type='html'>What is this "word verification" we have whenever we post a comment? I've been catching up on a few blogs (and finding a few new ones). Every time I post a comment I have to verify the jumbled, italic, strange looking letters before my comment will be accepted. Will one of my more experienced blogging friends please explain to me the purpose for this nonsense? There are times when I can't tell what the letter is supposed to be. So the blogger "security" changes the "word" and I type in the new word. Why? I'm beginning to think I am dyslexic trying to figure out those strange figures they call letters.  Just my brain rattling for the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-7862312794757977410?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/7862312794757977410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=7862312794757977410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7862312794757977410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7862312794757977410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-verification.html' title='Word Verification'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-6707083288689995824</id><published>2008-08-29T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:08:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3243"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/flavor_quiz/mcc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-6707083288689995824?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/6707083288689995824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=6707083288689995824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/6707083288689995824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/6707083288689995824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-8485380410138645597</id><published>2008-08-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:01:07.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SLeelihhDXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V0qN9LIqqYM/s1600-h/100_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SLeelihhDXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V0qN9LIqqYM/s320/100_1382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239831059228593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks, Aly and I have been trying the potty training.(Levi gets to help on the weekends.) We have tried it before, but I always gave up after the fourth clean up during the first day. So I decided that MY pride would not allow me to see Aly in diapers on her third birthday. With pep talks from those experienced in the "training of potty" and a new sense of determination we began training again on the 14th of Aug. By the fourth day after Aly had stood in the master bathroom "toilet closet" and peed in front of the toilet without telling me she needed to go potty I broke into tears. I had lost all my patience. "Don't yell at the child" I kept repeating to myself. Aly came out of the bathroom and patted me on the shoulder and said "It's OK mommy." So through my tears I explained in a calm voice why it wasn't OK. Ever since then she has been pretty good. Had I known my crying would help I would have done that on the second day. She still has small accidents, but she does tell me when she has to go. The #2 potty is still an issue. I left her with a friend two days ago while I ran some errands. She has a three year old who is going through separation anxiety from her older siblings returning to school. So I left Aly there while I finished delivering some notes. Twenty minutes later when I returned and we went upstairs to see what the girls had been doing, there was the ever present odor of poop. I knew it was Aly and when I picked her up, she was wet down the inside of her capris and the stench was definitely coming from her. I said my thanks and apologies (no leaks thank goodness), and took Aly out to the car where I had the spare panties and wipes, etc. Oh &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; Goodness!!!!! You'd think the girl had stored up the #2 for a few days!!!! No little girl her size should be able to perform this fab body function without losing five pounds. Talk about a "dump". So now I have to drive home with the pile on my floorboard. When I got home the panties went into the toilet. I was honestly going to rinse them out with a few flushes like the old days with the cloth diapers, but by the third flush I lost my dainty hold and the panties were gone. Oops. There's got to be a better way to potty train. When I create my universe I hope I will have figured it out. Maybe this is God's way of getting back at me for something foolish I did in the pre-existence.  I'll let you know how "we" do after our next road trip. . . . . Heaven help us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-8485380410138645597?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/8485380410138645597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=8485380410138645597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8485380410138645597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8485380410138645597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/08/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SLeelihhDXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V0qN9LIqqYM/s72-c/100_1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5985439983873447461</id><published>2008-08-25T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:02:13.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bachler pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/d/d0/8362be7ca338af27614eb3d126fad4.png" border="0" alt="Pyzam Family Sticker Toy" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxOTczMDQ4NjA5OSZwdD*xMjE5NzMwNTE4ODEyJnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*x.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-5985439983873447461?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5985439983873447461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5985439983873447461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5985439983873447461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5985439983873447461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/08/bachler-pad.html' title='bachler pad'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-7435459562188381211</id><published>2008-07-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:07.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in RS &amp; photos</title><content type='html'>My wonderful RS counselors and secretary found a way to help me appreciate them all the more.  They all left town and I was the lone leader sitting in the front of the RS sisters today.  So no Sunday School for me.  I was handing out announcements, answering questions in the hallway, finding someone with keys to our closet, and setting up the class room.  I knew I would be alone, so I at least read the lesson last night just in case the teacher didn't show up for some odd reason.  (She was there and did a fantastic job as usual.  Thanks Cammy!) So who came to visit our RS today UNannounced?! You guessed it . . . our Stake RS Pres and her secretary! Good thing I feel very comfortable with them, and good thing they really like our ward.  I'm sure I'll find an appropriate way to repay my friends Boedee, Kendra and Lisa. Let's see. Have I mentioned that I may be out of town the first Sunday in September?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't live here, I recently cut my hair.  I have had a lot of complements, and I love it!  It pays to have a great neighbor who knows how to whip those scissors around.  Thanks Cherity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMlt8MjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Menmve5G0dQ/s1600-h/100_1364.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMlt8MjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Menmve5G0dQ/s160/100_1364.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMsy2GXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nqc0KNdximU/s1600-h/100_1365.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMsy2GXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nqc0KNdximU/s160/100_1365.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cute photos of Aly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can pass up a pic of the bath time bubble goatee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMzrX8eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YoeOqdcg4p0/s1600-h/100_1342.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMzrX8eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YoeOqdcg4p0/s160/100_1342.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly and I have been swimming a lot this summer.  Probably should have spent more time potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lM5Eld4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1-AwCnfIm7E/s1600-h/100_1348.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lM5Eld4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1-AwCnfIm7E/s160/100_1348.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-7435459562188381211?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/7435459562188381211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=7435459562188381211&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7435459562188381211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7435459562188381211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/alone-in-rs-photos.html' title='Alone in RS &amp; photos'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SI1lMlt8MjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Menmve5G0dQ/s72-c/100_1364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-7465788591932665010</id><published>2008-07-10T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:01:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Pocahantas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Pocahantas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.  (I think I know a few of you that may believe this, but I'm not sure . . . .)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-7465788591932665010?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/7465788591932665010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=7465788591932665010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7465788591932665010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7465788591932665010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess are you?'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5050479295566673523</id><published>2008-07-08T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:21:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-47.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979406385991&amp;amp;site=widget-47.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979406385991&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-47.slide.com/p1/2666130979406385991/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979406385991&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-47.slide.com/p2/2666130979406385991/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979406385991&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-47.slide.com/p4/2666130979406385991/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1950075385699368462-5050479295566673523?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5050479295566673523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5050479295566673523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5050479295566673523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5050479295566673523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-4374306460716939285</id><published>2008-07-07T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:07.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREWORKS</title><content type='html'>Finally it got dark enough and Aly was ready to go outside with everyone to enjoy the fireworks display.  The sparklers were brought out first.  Aly was enjoying them, but then must have gotten spooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMKa2Xp9xI/AAAAAAAAADE/fa3t8OluY-o/s1600-h/100_1305.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMKa2Xp9xI/AAAAAAAAADE/fa3t8OluY-o/s160/100_1305.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to go inside the house, but I convinced her that the steps on the front porch were safe enough.  Of course she actually sat in my lap through most of it.  This was a rare moment when I was able to peal myself away to snap a shot of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMKa8ifAmI/AAAAAAAAADM/TqlagPo9MD4/s1600-h/100_1309.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMKa8ifAmI/AAAAAAAAADM/TqlagPo9MD4/s160/100_1309.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-4374306460716939285?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/4374306460716939285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=4374306460716939285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/4374306460716939285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/4374306460716939285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='FIREWORKS'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMKa2Xp9xI/AAAAAAAAADE/fa3t8OluY-o/s72-c/100_1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-8280728559277908993</id><published>2008-07-07T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petting Zoo on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PETTING ZOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way up to Logan we needed to kill some time.  We ended up at a place with a small petting zoo.  Aly would have stayed on the horse all day if we had had the time.  Along with the horse, she loved the goats, geese, and pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMES_aW_JI/AAAAAAAAACc/aRrmQ6KjXYQ/s1600-h/100_1287.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMES_aW_JI/AAAAAAAAACc/aRrmQ6KjXYQ/s160/100_1287.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETGgdzqI/AAAAAAAAACk/SjTxceUrwiQ/s1600-h/100_1293.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETGgdzqI/AAAAAAAAACk/SjTxceUrwiQ/s160/100_1293.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETCALKII/AAAAAAAAACs/Kzo3AgmXxaU/s1600-h/100_1294.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETCALKII/AAAAAAAAACs/Kzo3AgmXxaU/s160/100_1294.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETZ9UeTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3sV2jqesT-M/s1600-h/100_1295.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMETZ9UeTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3sV2jqesT-M/s160/100_1295.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/1950075385699368462-8280728559277908993?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/8280728559277908993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=8280728559277908993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8280728559277908993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/8280728559277908993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/petting-zoo-on-way.html' title='Petting Zoo on the way'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHMES_aW_JI/AAAAAAAAACc/aRrmQ6KjXYQ/s72-c/100_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-5809411540866160573</id><published>2008-07-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:08.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for the trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We spent our Fourth of July with the Bachler family.&lt;br /&gt;So you would think that getting ready for the trip would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;Not with an active two year old.&lt;br /&gt;She took daddy's shoes &amp;amp; socks out of the garment bag and tried them on.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda slowed down our packing process, but sure made a cute photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ecis-0I/AAAAAAAAACE/bYGHa6HfrBI/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ecis-0I/AAAAAAAAACE/bYGHa6HfrBI/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ecis-0I/AAAAAAAAACE/bYGHa6HfrBI/s160/100_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then during the drive to be with family, we stopped at a McDonald's for a much&lt;br /&gt;needed break from the car seat.&lt;br /&gt;Aly's head is sticking out where you would&lt;br /&gt;normally toss in a ball. She has climbed into the hole at the bottom and&lt;br /&gt;wormed her way up on the pegs to peek out of the opening.&lt;br /&gt;(Make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ekWz5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/MeUjYS5_UnQ/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ekWz5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/MeUjYS5_UnQ/s160/100_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ep5eplI/AAAAAAAAACU/wm6YzVZ1d_o/s1600-h/100_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ep5eplI/AAAAAAAAACU/wm6YzVZ1d_o/s160/100_1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/1950075385699368462-5809411540866160573?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5809411540866160573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=5809411540866160573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5809411540866160573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/5809411540866160573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-ready-for-trip.html' title='Getting Ready for the trip'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SHL-ecis-0I/AAAAAAAAACE/bYGHa6HfrBI/s72-c/100_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-7842818358120264042</id><published>2008-06-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:08.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrVkA0zKOI/AAAAAAAAABc/pD4PyS7G4kw/s1600-h/100_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrVkA0zKOI/AAAAAAAAABc/pD4PyS7G4kw/s320/100_1253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the funny papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/1950075385699368462-7842818358120264042?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/7842818358120264042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=7842818358120264042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7842818358120264042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7842818358120264042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-with-daddy.html' title='Time with Daddy'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrVkA0zKOI/AAAAAAAAABc/pD4PyS7G4kw/s72-c/100_1253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-6175139449094374149</id><published>2008-06-19T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:08.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This little angel is quite the ham. She enjoys wearing her daddy's hat.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrUQQGPIZI/AAAAAAAAABU/O0Yd0Wny_Ds/s1600-h/100_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrUQQGPIZI/AAAAAAAAABU/O0Yd0Wny_Ds/s320/100_1251.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/1950075385699368462-6175139449094374149?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/6175139449094374149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=6175139449094374149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/6175139449094374149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/6175139449094374149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SFrUQQGPIZI/AAAAAAAAABU/O0Yd0Wny_Ds/s72-c/100_1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950075385699368462.post-7512435835514530458</id><published>2008-06-11T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:43:28.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining The Ranks</title><content type='html'>Since everyone else seems to be blogging, we figured we better get in on the action. We're actually hoping to be able to share more photos and useless info with our family and friends all over the United States.  We'll see if we are able to keep this updated so we can achieve that goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950075385699368462-7512435835514530458?l=bachlerpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/feeds/7512435835514530458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950075385699368462&amp;postID=7512435835514530458&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7512435835514530458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950075385699368462/posts/default/7512435835514530458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachlerpad.blogspot.com/2008/06/joining-ranks.html' title='Joining The Ranks'/><author><name>the Bachlers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501161314655760169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vy_IRNeLTA/SUk0CjVOhuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IveHHqV_ZTQ/S220/100_1654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
