<?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-5297236059706735027</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:37.218-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Spring Time'/><category term='Christmas 2007'/><category term='The Boys'/><category term='Family'/><category term='giant slide'/><category term='Illness :('/><title type='text'>Mercado Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2262555624140904287</id><published>2008-12-27T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:52:57.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Paisley Sheets and a Great New Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SVbNe6aGBlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o2lYNJIAVEw/s1600-h/IMG00646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SVbNe6aGBlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o2lYNJIAVEw/s320/IMG00646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284637143724328530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SVbNewGYgPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3a2f79W0b3Q/s1600-h/IMG00644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SVbNewGYgPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3a2f79W0b3Q/s320/IMG00644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284637140957298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great Christmas this year.  First of all we got to spend a week in California with the Dickson Family and then we spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the Mercado Family.  As always Mom and Dad Mercado completely spoiled all of us!&lt;br /&gt;As we opened presents on Christmas morning we declared that the Mercado Family had single-handedly boosted the U.S. economy with the amount of presents we had all bought and received!  But honestly, this year was no different than any other in that household.  We have so much fun trying to find great gifts for everyone.  Especially Mom.  I swear, that woman can out-shop every other female in America!  She is so good at finding out what we all want and can use.  She also has a great eye for the things that we love but never knew we wanted.  It is almost more fun watching her watch us open presents than actually opening the presents...almost.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad gave us practical things, like underwear (cute ones from Forever 21) and lotion, pajamas and coffee or tea.  But they also gave us things that we enjoy but do not need.  Like Wii Fit (I guess we probably do need that) and Star Wars and Clue games.  &lt;br /&gt;But my favorite presents by far are the ones that family gives to us that are meant to bring us comfort and happiness:  like soft, flannel sheets and books that we will love to read and talk about.  It's these kind of presents that mean a lot.  They are the ones that keep us cozy and warm, that help us relax after a long day.  Things we can talk and laugh about when we get together again.  Mom and Dad always give us gifts like these and we know they come from the heart, not just from the wallet.  Little do they know, the best present they give us at Christmas is the time we get to spend with them!  We love the time when we all get to relax and laugh together.  Thank You, We Love You Guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2262555624140904287?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2262555624140904287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2262555624140904287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2262555624140904287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2262555624140904287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/pretty-paisley-sheets-and-great-new.html' title='Pretty Paisley Sheets and a Great New Book'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SVbNe6aGBlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/o2lYNJIAVEw/s72-c/IMG00646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2875947321684849987</id><published>2008-12-14T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:36:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Trip</title><content type='html'>I know I have not been keeping up well with my posting but hopefully this will make up for a little of it.  We got back yesterday from our big Disneyland vacation and I have added a post and pictures for every day of our trip!  I am pretty proud of myself.  We'll see how long it takes me to post anything else.  Hopefully not long but I'm not making any promises!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2875947321684849987?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2875947321684849987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2875947321684849987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2875947321684849987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2875947321684849987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-trip.html' title='Disneyland Trip'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3973958385385266239</id><published>2008-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:34:17.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 1: First Airplane Ride</title><content type='html'>Saturday we were up bright and early to drive to the airport. This would be all three of our boys' first ride on an airplane, so of course it was Daniel and I's first experience really traveling with small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think Daniel has had a little practice though, because unfortunately traveling with me can sometimes be like traveling with small children. I get stressed out about having everything packed and having snacks and stuff to do during the ride, but most of all I don't like to fly. I don't know what it is about it. I don't like the sensation of taking off and landing and I don't like the amount of commitment involved. Once you are in the air you can't change your mind. If you're in a car you can turn around or pull over. You can yell "Let me out!" But not it an airplane. Once you're off the runway there is no turning back. If something is going to happen it will happen. There isn't a lot you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daniel and I flew to Las Vegas in August I really practiced my "flying face". That is my "everything is great, we are not going to crash" face. Because we were both really worried that I would overreact when the kids were on the plane and I would freak them out. Freaking out makes complete sense to me. If I am afraid when it is just Daniel and I or just me on an airplane, imagine how I would feel when all three of my precious babies were on the plane too. I might go off the deep end. Now, keep in mind, I have never physically had a meltdown on a plane. It has mostly consisted of crushing Daniel's fingers in a death grip and expressing my immediate need to get off the plane while Daniel lovingly encourages me to breathe in and out. I'm exaggerating a bit, but only a little. Luckily, my practice paid off ( I also had a practice flight with my Mom in November), I had a little panic attack when I realized how small the plane was but quickly occupied myself with handing out granola bars and answering questions. The flight was over quickly. None of the boys got scared or sick. And I didn't go berserk. Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now--off to Disneyland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3973958385385266239?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3973958385385266239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3973958385385266239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3973958385385266239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3973958385385266239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-1-first-airplane-ride.html' title='Disneyland Day 1: First Airplane Ride'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2071124286275962891</id><published>2008-12-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:41:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 2: Relaxing Day at the Rental House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUX8DHl3wRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t4f7rVOmQQQ/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUX8DHl3wRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t4f7rVOmQQQ/s400/collage7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279903268669473042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was our first full day in California and we decided to spend it enjoying all of the things our rental house had to offer. We played pool and Rock Band and swam in the pool in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids all loved the swimming pool. There was plenty of room and lots of toys for everyone to play with. We swam around until Daniel started the cannon balls. I didn't get any pictures of Daniel himself because he had control of the camera but he did get some good shots of CJ and Rob jumping into the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to teach the boys how to play pool but of course they had their own way of holding the sticks and made their own rules. But they did have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also loved playing Rock Band as this is fast becoming a Dickson family pasttime! All in all it was a nice relaxing day that we used to prepare ourselves for our first day in the Disneyland Parks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2071124286275962891?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2071124286275962891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2071124286275962891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2071124286275962891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2071124286275962891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-2-relaxing-day-at-rental.html' title='Disneyland Day 2: Relaxing Day at the Rental House'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUX8DHl3wRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t4f7rVOmQQQ/s72-c/collage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6364321072139919056</id><published>2008-12-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:45:06.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 3: First Day at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXylJMZfDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dIhntnPExxw/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892858098777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXylJMZfDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dIhntnPExxw/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was our first day at Disneyland. The kids were so excited they could hardly contain themselves. I think I can say that the grownups were pretty much feeling the same way. Unfortunately this kept us from planning well. We packed bread and bologna and chips in the car to make lunches later and then trekked our way in. It was very overwhelming! You have to remember that the last time my parents took little kids to a big amusement park was almost fifteen years ago and Daniel and I were first timers. My family went to Disney World when were teenagers but I think that was a little less chaotic. This felt like a whole new experience for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, we walked into the park and were immediately innundated with requests for this ride and that ride and this attraction and that treat. It was ten o'clock in the morning and the boys were asking for ice cream and cotton candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reined them in and tried to make our way around the park with some type of plan. We did make it to the Indiana Jones and Pirates of the Carribean rides. We also went on the Haunted Mansion ride and got the see the whole thing redecorated as the Nightmare Before Christmas. We went through Tarzan's Treehouse and rode Splash Mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was an adventure in itself because we had to ride the tram back to the parking garage and walk our way back to the cars. Then make sandwiches for six hungry children and four hungry adults without counters or tabletops. Mom and I decided that we would spend our next two days at Disneyland eating at restaurants inside the park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everyone's bellies were full it was time for more. Gabe got to ride Dumbo's elephants and Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. The boys got their cotton candy and we got to see the fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove home to the rental house exhausted but looking forward to two more days at the Disney Parks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6364321072139919056?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6364321072139919056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6364321072139919056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6364321072139919056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6364321072139919056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-3-first-day-at.html' title='Disneyland Day 3: First Day at Disneyland'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXylJMZfDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dIhntnPExxw/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-222418936139224131</id><published>2008-12-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:52.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 4: Kidspace Museum in Pasadena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXuexbZigI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AopgNMxa0Ys/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279888350593518082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXuexbZigI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AopgNMxa0Ys/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday we decided to drive to Pasadena to go to the Kidspace Museum. This was a museum we found online when we were looking for stuff to do nearby. It was going to be an hour drive to get there but it looked like there was plenty of fun stuff to keep the kids entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all there was a climbing structure where the kids could climb thirty feet onto different platforms surrounded by safety netting. I really like the safety netting. There were also displays teaching the kids about earthquakes and water erosion. The kids got to slide plates to cause the quakes and build up the dirt to see how the water would wash it away. Gabe especially like the Jeep that was outfitted for an expedition, it had a steering wheel where he could pretend to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big boys liked the area where they could see tarantulas, scorpions, and spiders through magnifiying glasses. And the live bee hive where they could see the bees buzzing throughout. We kept looking for the queen bee because she was supposed to be marked with a dot but never could see where she was. There was also a kid sized ant hole where they could all pretend to dig through and then climb through back to the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also two water coloring stations. One where you could make an actual painting on paper and then sprinkle it with salt to see how it affected the paint. And another where you could paint on a plastic leaf and wait for the water to wash it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the kids really like the trike track. Where they could put on helmets and zoom around the track. There was also a tandem trike so the bigger boys could give Gabriel a ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally there was a rock climbing wall. All of the kids enjoyed this, even Gabe who needed a little boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all had a lot of fun. Daniel was especially excited when we got to drive by the Rose Bowl and see the grandstands being put up for the Rose Parade. Of course, classic California style we got stuck in traffic on our way home. It took us at least an hour and a half to go forty miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-222418936139224131?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/222418936139224131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=222418936139224131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/222418936139224131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/222418936139224131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-4-kidspace-museum-in.html' title='Disneyland Day 4: Kidspace Museum in Pasadena'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXuexbZigI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AopgNMxa0Ys/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-1129507736978305389</id><published>2008-12-14T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:40.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 5: Second Day at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXq85BgOAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RySvgEMdoiM/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279884469981952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXq85BgOAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RySvgEMdoiM/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second day at Disneyland was much more organized than the first. We had a plan. We would arrive as soon as the gates open and head straight for the Matterhorn. We missed the Matterhorn the first day we spent at the park because by the time we made it there it had closed for repairs or cleanup or some other reason. Caleb was very disappointed. So we made sure on day two that was the first ride we all went on. Next we hit Autopia, a ride where the little ones could drive (even Gabe), but of course it is California and towards the end there was a traffic jam, so we sat for 5 or 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also made it on Space Mountain that day. I think we rode three times and loved it each time we went. We also rode It's A Small World. Caleb really like that one and I was so impressed that they had it set up so well for the Christmas Season. I had expected them to add a couple of things for the holiday but no, they had redone almost all of the scenes to represent the the Christmas holiday. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Toontown where all of the kids got to meet Mickey Mouse. Gabe also got to ride on a little roller coaster that he loved. I will never forget seeing him and Daniel get off and walk towards me; as soon as Gabe saw me he was talking a mile a minute and kicking up his hands and feet. He cracked me up! Even the guy standing next to me laughed at Gabriel's explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent almost 10 hours at the park and that was plenty! We all went back to the rental house happy and exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-1129507736978305389?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1129507736978305389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=1129507736978305389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1129507736978305389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1129507736978305389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-5-second-day-at.html' title='Disneyland Day 5: Second Day at Disneyland'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXq85BgOAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RySvgEMdoiM/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3123502601037108574</id><published>2008-12-14T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:28.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 6: Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXnxKG70cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KsCPHVB4lrw/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279880969874821570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXnxKG70cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KsCPHVB4lrw/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Thursday at Newport Beach. The forecast said the temperature would be 80 degress but it felt much cooler around noon when we arrived there. There was sunshine but there was also a cool breeze coming off the ocean. We let the kids play in the sand and the water and we made sandwiches for lunch. It warmed up a little as the day got later but we left early and drove a scenic route up Newport and Huntington Beach on our way back to the rental house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3123502601037108574?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3123502601037108574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3123502601037108574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3123502601037108574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3123502601037108574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-6-beach-day.html' title='Disneyland Day 6: Beach Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SUXnxKG70cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KsCPHVB4lrw/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2367343122417297254</id><published>2008-12-14T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 7: Third and Final day at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SUXk8MzEQwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/crInqeNzmzQ/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877861040472834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SUXk8MzEQwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/crInqeNzmzQ/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our third day at Disneyland at the California Adventure park. We started off with the Soarin' Over California ride which I must say was my favorite. It was so neat. It wasn't crazy or sensational but it was very entertaining. It reminded me of skydiving (I have tandem skydived only once when I was 19) but I didn't have to worry about my boys making it safely to the ground. And it was realistic enough that the boys were pointing and shouting and getting excited about what they were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;We also rode the Tower of Terror (three times, I think). The boys were so excited for this ride because they could see it each day we spent at Disneyland and had been waiting and waiting for their turn. We also did some fun Bug's Life rides for Gabriel and did a lot of shopping to buy souvenirs for the boys and for family back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2367343122417297254?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2367343122417297254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2367343122417297254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2367343122417297254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2367343122417297254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-7-third-and-final-day-at.html' title='Disneyland Day 7: Third and Final day at Disneyland'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SUXk8MzEQwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/crInqeNzmzQ/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-7822658119251883241</id><published>2008-12-14T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:49:40.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Day 8: Saturday Travel Home Day</title><content type='html'>Saturday we all woke up early to finish packing so we could make it to the airport for our 11:00 a.m. flight. Our 11:00 a.m. flight that turned into an 11:45 a.m. flight. Oh well...we ended up packing our clothes, closing up the house, and returning the rental car in plenty of time to make it to the airport and through security without missing our flight.&lt;br /&gt;The boys waited as patiently as they could and did well on the non-stop flight back to Boise. They didn't even complain when we got off the plane and had to walk through snow and wind to get to our car. That was an accomplishment in itself because I will certainly admit that I complained. I didn't like going from sunny, warm weather to cold, snowy weather. But what can I say? It was nice while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;We made it home safe and sound and were happy to be there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-7822658119251883241?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7822658119251883241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=7822658119251883241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7822658119251883241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7822658119251883241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-day-8-saturday-travel-home.html' title='Disneyland Day 8: Saturday Travel Home Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4658147585112232350</id><published>2008-11-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:56:22.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friendly(?) Game of Twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SRkLECp-F5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xU0Z4KYXM-4/s1600-h/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SRkLECp-F5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xU0Z4KYXM-4/s400/collage.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Monday night at the Mercado household and we're all a little bored.  Luckily, when Daniel was looking in the closet trying to help me find something he stumbled across our Twister game.  Immediately he "challenged" Caleb to a game of Twister after dinner.  "Challenges" are big at our house.  There is always the raised eyebrow, the head cocked to the side, and the mocking "A challenge, you say?"  So it was settled.  There would be a family game of Twister after dinner.  By the way, this always reminds me of the dinner/food fight scene in the Disney movie &lt;em&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/em&gt;, complete with kung fu moves and poor language dubbing.  If you've seen the movie you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;     We took turns playing and taking pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;CJ and Caleb were so much fun to play with.  They tried hard enough but they had so much fun falling down that they each only lasted a couple of minutes before they would fall over and try to take the other person with them.  &lt;br /&gt;     When it was Caleb's turn to take pictures we realized that he is becoming quite the photgrapher.  He wasn't satisfied with the candid shots.  He kept asking Daniel and I to pose, hence the kissing picture!  It was pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;     Gabe didn't really know what was going on so he would just stomp across the mat and then fall down!&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, I found out, is a cutthroat Twister player.  When it was our turn to play against each other he kept intentionally putting his hand or stepping on the circle he thought I would be going for.  He was trying to get in my way or make me fall over!  Needless to say, we both ended up collapsed on the floor laughing.&lt;br /&gt;     We had a lot of fun and here are the pics to show it....&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/5297236059706735027-4658147585112232350?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4658147585112232350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4658147585112232350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4658147585112232350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4658147585112232350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendly-game-of-twister_10.html' title='A Friendly(?) Game of Twister'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SRkLECp-F5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xU0Z4KYXM-4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2903281284339422203</id><published>2008-11-01T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:38:43.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel's 2nd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuUCnl5ZOwc/SQ0Eoql5bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcKv5xsYBQA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuUCnl5ZOwc/SQ0Eoql5bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcKv5xsYBQA/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, Gabe is a Halloween baby.  Towards the end of my pregnancy I was put on bedrest and we were forced to induce labor before Gabriel's due date.  The original date for induction was Oct 30th.  But when we got to the hospital and the obstetrician check mine and the baby's vitals he thought it was fine to wait another day.  So, Halloween morning we traveled back to the hospital where finally the doctor decided to induce labor.  But he kept asking us if we were okay with having the baby on Halloween.  He asked several times.  We kept saying yes, if that was what was best for myself and the baby that was fine.  We are not superstitious people, honestly the doctor seemed more worried than we were.  Alas, everything went fine and Gabriel was born just after noon on Halloween Day 2006.&lt;br /&gt;This definitely makes for an interesting holiday.   It is extra special because not only do we get to have a big celebration to include both of the holidays but Gabe gets to get dressed up in a cute costume on his birthday.  This year Grandma Mercado got him an adorable Pluto costume from the Disney Store.  It was so cute and warm enough that even if the weather had been cold he didn't need to wear a coat.  During the day we worked on getting Gabe to say "trick or treat", which came out sounding like "treat or treat"!  He tends to have a sweet tooth like his mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;We went trick or treating at Grandma Dickson's office and then drove to Mountain Home where we went trick or treating in Grandma and Grandpa Mercado's neighborhood.  The night ended with Gabe eating too much candy and being grumpy when it was time for bed.  But we had a great day with all three of the boys wearing costumes and getting lots of candy!&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/5297236059706735027-2903281284339422203?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2903281284339422203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2903281284339422203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2903281284339422203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2903281284339422203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/gabriels-2nd-birthday.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s 2nd Birthday!'/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15703972706713935441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuUCnl5ZOwc/SQ0Eoql5bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcKv5xsYBQA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3660080497825804519</id><published>2008-10-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:19:33.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Gabriel is almost two years old, his birthday is at the end of this month so of course he is doing all the things a two year old does.  He throws some pretty intense fits, screaming and kicking on the floor.  But he can also be sweeter than an angel, batting his eyelashes.  &lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks he has really started talking a lot more.  It used to be that when you asked him, 'Can you say ______?'  He would just say yes and leave it at that.  It was like he was mocking us, 'Yes, I can say it.  But I'm not going to.'  The little stinker.  Now he has realized that we get all excited when he actually does say the words so he will repeat pretty much whatever you ask him to.&lt;br /&gt;Today I must have been feeling pretty cool, so I asked Gabe to repeat after me: 'Mommy Rocks!'  He said Mommy, but he didn't quite say 'rocks', instead he ran into CJ's room and picked up the bag of (literal) rocks that CJ keeps as a collection.  It took me a few seconds to get it, but pretty soon Daniel and I were cracking up!  It was so funny. I was pretty impressed at how quickly he put the two together.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess tomorrow I'll have to work on 'Mommy is awesome!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3660080497825804519?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3660080497825804519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3660080497825804519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3660080497825804519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3660080497825804519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/mommy-rocks.html' title='Mommy Rocks!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6217739767241955306</id><published>2008-09-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:52:00.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys on Playground Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SOLz3y-_WqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZXNbdEwFF1c/s1600-h/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SOLz3y-_WqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZXNbdEwFF1c/s320/collage.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was kind of a lazy day for us.  We spent most of the day at home lounging around.  In the afternoon, we did take a little walk to the playground near our house.  The boys spent time playing on the swings and the jungle gym.  They went down the slide and across the monkey bars.  We even spent a little time playing baseball.  I should have taken a picture of Gabe's batting stance.  He gets so into it he looks like a big leaguer, it's so cute.  Here are some of the pics I took.&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/5297236059706735027-6217739767241955306?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6217739767241955306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6217739767241955306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6217739767241955306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6217739767241955306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-boys-on-playground-toys.html' title='My Boys on Playground Toys'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SOLz3y-_WqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZXNbdEwFF1c/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-5740864924280691362</id><published>2008-09-20T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:53:23.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Luke's Women's Fitness Celebration 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SNVwfou3R3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZJCG3LPr6JQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SNVwfou3R3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZJCG3LPr6JQ/s320/collage.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;br /&gt;Today was the day for the St. Luke's Women's Fitness Celebration 5K.  This event was special to me for two reasons.  First of all, it was the first race I would run with my mom, my sister and my sister-in-law.  Second, it was the anniversary of the first 5K race I ever ran.  &lt;br /&gt;I had two goals, the first was to cheer my mom and sisters over the finish line and the second was to beat my time from last year's race.  The bonus was to get a personal record for my 5K time.  I met both of my goals but didn't get the bonus.  Here's a RR (race report) for the day:&lt;br /&gt;  I set my alarm for 6:05 am.  The girls and I had planned to meet at Mom's house at 7:15 so we could make it downtown to the start line by 8:00.  I got ready and got in the car to leave; there were left over raindrops on the windshield from a shower the night before.  The forecast for the day was not good: chilly with rain most likely.  Now, Boise has not had any rain in the last 59 days.  That's right, almost two months.  But on the morning of the biggest women's 5K in the nation, it rains!  Just before I got into Boise it started pouring.  Not little raindrops but big, fat, heavy drops of rain.  The kind that echo off the roof of your car. It had eased up a little by the time I got to Mom's but when we made it downtown it was a downpour again.  We walked (quickly) toward the start line, but just before we got there we decided to take cover in a parking garage.  We took a couple of 'before' pics and a picture of the street outside.&lt;br /&gt;I was running in a different wave than the other girls so I waited with them as long as I could.  Soon, I had no choice but to leave the parking garage and brave the rain.  I took a little warm up jog to my start line and tried to keep warm by moving around.  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, the gun went off.  It was still raining and I was already soaked.  You could wring the water out of my ponytail.  My hands were freezing.  But I started running.  The course was very nice.  There was a little uphill and a little downhill for variety, it passed by the historic Boise Train Depot, and also took us down a residential street past beautiful old homes and a spectacular rim view of downtown.&lt;br /&gt;I finished the race with a Nike plus time of 28:06, about 45 seconds shy of a PR.  I could blame it on race day conditions (it was stinkin' cold) but I won't.  I could have prepared more and I think I could have pushed a little harder.  But I did improve on my time from last year--by almost 5 minutes--and I did have fun.  It was great to see my mom and sisters finish their first 5K race.  It was also great to know that we weren't going to let a little(or a lot of)rain stop us.  We are already planning for our next Dickson Girls' race--it should be the Barber to Boise 5 and 10K in October.&lt;br /&gt;We'll all continue to train and I will post a RR to let you all know how we do then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-5740864924280691362?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5740864924280691362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=5740864924280691362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5740864924280691362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5740864924280691362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-lukes-womens-fitness-celebration-5k.html' title='St. Luke&apos;s Women&apos;s Fitness Celebration 5K'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SNVwfou3R3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZJCG3LPr6JQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-1175967683947417038</id><published>2008-09-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:30:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My New Ink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SMXrDOxFeEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bD8Bye4uN9c/s1600-h/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855781878921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SMXrDOxFeEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bD8Bye4uN9c/s320/tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to put that title because it doesn't sound like anything I would ever say!! But it is true--I did get my very first tattoo. My opinion on tattoos has always been 'to each their own'. While I have been suprised by what some people will permanently etch on their bodies I have always respected the fact that it is THEIR body.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very long ago that I decided I wanted a tattoo. I started running a little more than a year ago and I decided if I ever finished a big race (half or full marathon) I would commemorate it with a tattoo. Back in April, I signed up with a running group and registered for my first half marathon. The training program in itself was a trial. They increased my mileage very quickly and I battled a few injuries. Even through those I didn't give up thinking that I would be able to finish the race. It wasn't until the last long training run that I really considered not running in the half. The last training run was 12 miles and I underestimated the difficulty and didn't hydrate or rest properly. The run made me literally sick. I seriously spent the rest of the day in bed. Even the day after I didn't feel well. I honestly wondered if I was willing to put myself through all of that again. Was it worth being able to tell myself that I had finished a half marathon if I was miserable for two days afterward? 'No pain, no gain', right? It was a tough question for me to answer. But I wasn't willing to trash all of the hours I had put into my training, and I wasn't willing to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Running is a very passionate thing for me. Even when I have a bad run, I love every minute of it. I love the way I feel when I finish, even if I'm hurting. It's a weird love/hate relationship. So, I decided I would do it. I was prepared to feel crappy, I was even prepared to walk part of it. But I wasn't prepared to not finish. I ran it, and I finished. So I decided I needed a very permanent reminder of it.&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of research. I wanted to make sure that the tattoo I got was something I would want on my body forever. I also knew that I wanted it on my foot. So many people told me that tattoos are much more painful on your foot and they tend to need touching up over the years. But I was okay with that--that was where I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I decided on a Latin phrase, 'Alis Volat Propis', it means 'She flies with her own wings'. It's on the side of my right foot (the foot I take my first step with on any run) and I love it! I had it done by Hollywood at Tattoo Revolution in Nampa and he did such a great job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-1175967683947417038?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1175967683947417038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=1175967683947417038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1175967683947417038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1175967683947417038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-out-my-new-ink.html' title='Check Out My New Ink...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SMXrDOxFeEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bD8Bye4uN9c/s72-c/tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6738554416611666698</id><published>2008-09-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:15:37.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SLyvE0T7kRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5LgCcOQ5Oa4/s1600-h/cjandcaleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241256563648991506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SLyvE0T7kRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5LgCcOQ5Oa4/s320/cjandcaleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SLyvE9ehdGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fHqnQ7kqUIk/s1600-h/cjandcaleb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241256566109336674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SLyvE9ehdGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fHqnQ7kqUIk/s320/cjandcaleb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know I'm behind and this post should have been here last week but we have had such a busy summer. I think I might be glad it's over!&lt;br /&gt;CJ and Caleb started school last week. They are now my BIG second and first graders. I can't believe they are getting so big. Everyone always says--"Oh the time goes by so fast, your kids grow up too soon". When they are keeping you up all hours of the night and throwing two-year-old tantrums you think-"Yeah, right!".&lt;br /&gt;But it's true. Frankly, I have a hard time believing I'm old enough to have a second grader, let alone two kids in elementary school! And Gabe is just starting to get into the "terrible twos". I think this will be an interesting year.&lt;br /&gt;But we did have fun getting the kids Red Sox backpacks. We had a little hang up when one of the back packs we ordered ended up being junior size. It wasn't even big enough for a folder to fit in. We took it in stride and "handed it down" to Gabe and ordered another one. Now all three boys are the happy owners of Red Sox backpacks! Hopefully this will be a great school year.&lt;br /&gt;Soon to come...pics and post of the most recent camping trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6738554416611666698?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6738554416611666698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6738554416611666698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6738554416611666698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6738554416611666698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SLyvE0T7kRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5LgCcOQ5Oa4/s72-c/cjandcaleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8231196002102936819</id><published>2008-08-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:44:53.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband, the Writer</title><content type='html'>Big changes coming for the Mercado Family!&lt;br /&gt;Last May, Daniel graduated from BSU with a degree in Creative Writing.  Since then he has been working, but not writing.  This has been difficult in many ways.  First of all, Daniel is a good writer and he loves it.  But he had to go from writing all the time to having no time to do it at all.  Second, even though Daniel's job was a good job, it wasn't one that he liked.  And when you don't like your job and you have to be there almost more often than you are with your family that makes life pretty rough.  I can't imagine going to my job everyday and not liking it, but I can tell you it sucks when your husband has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So by the middle of September, Daniel will be home full time.  He will have to somehow manage his schedule to allow him to take care of a toddler and put several hours a day into writing.  I'm glad he is very determined and disciplined because I think I would spend all day in my jammies playing with the baby!  But I have so much confidence in him.  Even though he is a fiction writer he will have to start by writing non-fiction essays and magazine-type articles.  He may be able to submit some short stories, but when you're starting out it is much harder to get fiction published.  Hopefully after he gets a good portfolio put together he can put more time into the writing he loves.&lt;br /&gt;We're both a little nervous, this is a really big step.  But I know Daniel is a great writer (that's the reader in me talking, not the wife) and he will work really hard!  If anyone can do this he can.  And to prove it I am certainly willing to eat Top Ramen every night for the next several weeks....or months....&lt;br /&gt;So cross your fingers for us, say a little prayer, and maybe buy us a bag of groceries.  Just kidding!  I'll keep updating to let everyone know how he's doing and of course to let you know when his first book signing is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8231196002102936819?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8231196002102936819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8231196002102936819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8231196002102936819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8231196002102936819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband-writer.html' title='My Husband, the Writer'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-791992014131905956</id><published>2008-08-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:06:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Always This Crazy?</title><content type='html'>We have had the busiest summer!   Don't get me wrong...I would rather be busy than spend my time twiddling my thumbs--but Holy Cow!&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy.  We have spent every other weekend out of town since the 4th of July.  It is almost Labor Day and we still have one more trip planned.  It has been so much fun but I would have liked another day or two to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;We spent July 4th in IF with Grandma Turnage.  Showing the kids what I used to do for the holiday and going to my 10 year High School Reuinion.  Not too long after that we spent a weekend in Utah, going to Lagoon and visiting with family.  Daniel and I also spent a weekend in Las Vegas and now we have spent a weekend camping and have another one planned.&lt;br /&gt;Now CJ and Caleb start school on Monday and the summer is almost over!  It was nice while it lasted!  Even with the busy schedule we have gotten a lot accomplished.  We have spent time with family, Daniel and I have spend time alone together, and we have made it on the first of two camping trips!  More that we got done last summer!  But I don't know if my goal for next year should be to "out-busy" this year!  A little calm would be nice.  But I do have a feeling that it is just the beginning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the boys get older they will do more, they will become more independent and I will try to do more for myself.  But for now I will try to appreciate the fact that CJ and Caleb still want to kiss me good-bye.  They don't want me to drop them off a block away from the school.  And they still tell me they love me whenever they want to...not when it is "safe".  I know that will all end soon, so I will try to appreciate what I have now.  Because I know some day the boys will avoid me.  They will roll their eyes.  They will blush and be embarassed by something I said.  But until then, I will take the busy schedule and the feeling that I have no time to relax...and I will try to hold on to that.  Because I'm sure that some day I will be bored!  Yeah, right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-791992014131905956?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/791992014131905956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=791992014131905956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/791992014131905956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/791992014131905956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-always-this-crazy.html' title='Is It Always This Crazy?'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4835084354084302138</id><published>2008-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:03:54.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKjmms7XosI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6fl59KhJNFg/s1600-h/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKjmms7XosI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6fl59KhJNFg/s320/collage.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a weekend in the great outdoors.  We went camping with my family.  We found a great spot on the north fork of the Boise River and it had everything you need for a good camping trip.  There were tall trees for lots of shade, the river was nearby so the guys could go fishing but not so close that we had to worry about the little ones falling in.  &lt;br /&gt;We had great dutch oven food and smores of course.  The guys didn't do too well when it came to fishing, but catching fish isn't always the point, right?  There was even a little stream that ran through the campsite.  It was only about 5 inches deep so the kids were able to wade through it and use cups to play in the water.  They kept calling it "the lake"!  They all got good and filthy--which is kind of a requirement when you're camping.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun and it was so nice to get up in the mountains and spend time with family.&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/5297236059706735027-4835084354084302138?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4835084354084302138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4835084354084302138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4835084354084302138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4835084354084302138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKjmms7XosI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6fl59KhJNFg/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2720974229975106905</id><published>2008-08-12T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:48:30.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SKJjc2YHv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0hVswTEFaAc/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233855064242110306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SKJjc2YHv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0hVswTEFaAc/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SKJjdNeKKdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-0vN7BVhn4E/s1600-h/kersnjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233855070441449938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SKJjdNeKKdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-0vN7BVhn4E/s320/kersnjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this month I will turn 28. I know that is not old, and not that I am feeling old, but I am realizing that I am not the spring chicken I used to be. I remember when I was the youngest person in my office. When I first started (5 years ago), the other girls would ask me how old I was and after I told them they would go on about how young I was. Needless to say, that doesn't happen anymore. We have a few girls that have celebrated their 21st birthday and we get to hear stories about their late night shenanigans. I honestly don't think I could keep up with them.&lt;br /&gt;But I did brave the downtown scene this past Saturday night. It was a couple days after my sister's birthday (I won't tell you how old SHE is), and it was the first time I would be able to see my very best friend Jody.&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I have been friends since we were 15 years old. We graduated high school together, went to our first semester of college together, and lived in our first apartment and house together in Boise. In May she moved to Hawaii. She had just graduated from BSU and was looking forward to spending time with her sister and the sunshine. She moved back last month after finding out that her sister and brother-in-law would be stationed elsewhere after he got back from his deployment in March.&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point, I was so excited to spend a girl's night downtown with my sis for her birthday and to see my friend who I had been missing for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had been downtown was almost a year ago for Daniel's sister's bachelorette party and before that it was a few months earlier for my brother's future wife's bachelorette party. As you can tell, I was a little rusty.&lt;br /&gt;But I did have fun! It was great to see Jody and we did get to dance. The club played a few(older) songs that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was seeing a man (about 45 years old) who was wearing a "Still Pissed At Yoko" t-shirt. It didn't feel so old after that!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun. I still think I prefer a nice dinner with a nice bottle of wine where we girls can chat, but I can let my hair down every now and then and go dancing with the younguns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2720974229975106905?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2720974229975106905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2720974229975106905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2720974229975106905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2720974229975106905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/downtown.html' title='Downtown!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SKJjc2YHv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0hVswTEFaAc/s72-c/IMG_1954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8304426031664101754</id><published>2008-08-11T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:16:14.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd9QjXUbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GozK2CF0RsQ/s1600-h/v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd9QjXUbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GozK2CF0RsQ/s400/v1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356442745393586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd9ojn2wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WNyFTmWanJY/s1600-h/v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd9ojn2wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WNyFTmWanJY/s400/v2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356449188928258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_Hl6gKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L3iN599msBI/s1600-h/v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_Hl6gKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L3iN599msBI/s400/v3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356474699907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_Jds64I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJTFizLwwG8/s1600-h/v4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_Jds64I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJTFizLwwG8/s400/v4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356475202333570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_b0O__I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TbW-6iq0v2k/s1600-h/v5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd_b0O__I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TbW-6iq0v2k/s400/v5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356480128679922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Daniel and I took a trip to Las Vegas for our anniversary.  We had so much fun!  We didn't go to any shows and we didn't see any exhibits.  We just enjoyed being together without any appointments, commitments, or distractions.  &lt;br /&gt;On the night of our anniversary we had dinner at a restaurant called Mon Ami Gabi.  It is a French restaurant in the Paris, where we were also staying.  We had such a nice meal--steaks and wine, and we had a great table.  We were seated just inside the patio area, so we got the benefit of the air conditioning with the view of the Bellagio and the fountains.  It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We did a little shopping and some gambling.  We didn't win a big jackpot but we did pretty well at the Roulette table, so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;It is always so nice to get away for a few days.  Daniel and I never have a hard time entertaining each other.  We always laugh and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8304426031664101754?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8304426031664101754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8304426031664101754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8304426031664101754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8304426031664101754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/vegas-trip.html' title='Vegas Trip'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SKCd9QjXUbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GozK2CF0RsQ/s72-c/v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-1134660185870158065</id><published>2008-08-02T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:50:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise Hawks Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfCpGFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/j39OjGfbTFI/s1600-h/gmail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230117861871457394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfCpGFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/j39OjGfbTFI/s320/gmail3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfQu9B0I/AAAAAAAAADs/T63Khg_qKEY/s1600-h/gmail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230117865654126402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfQu9B0I/AAAAAAAAADs/T63Khg_qKEY/s320/gmail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfVYLtPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v3nsiBlk5xs/s1600-h/gmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230117866900796658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfVYLtPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v3nsiBlk5xs/s320/gmail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcftVvhgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g_NkVDVy_XQ/s1600-h/gmail4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230117873333011970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcftVvhgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g_NkVDVy_XQ/s320/gmail4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel and I spent Friday night at the Hawks Game with Ali and Juan, and Rob and Tina. We had so much fun. Tina yelled her head off, the boys had a few brews, and the Hawks won 5-3. There was also a fireworks show after the game. It wasn't nearly as good as the IF 4th of July fireworks show but if was fun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game, we went to Old Chicago with Juan and Ali. We talked sports (well the guys did) and Ali and I chatted too. It is always fun to take a night off and hang out with friends! Especially when they are family too! We hope everyone else has a good weekend too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-1134660185870158065?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1134660185870158065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=1134660185870158065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1134660185870158065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1134660185870158065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/08/boise-hawks-baseball-game.html' title='Boise Hawks Baseball Game'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SJUcfCpGFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/j39OjGfbTFI/s72-c/gmail3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-5243404680558947391</id><published>2008-07-29T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:46:13.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPJzyG-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bNjB0KADv_8/s1600-h/mail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPJzyG-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bNjB0KADv_8/s320/mail3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228509003405990882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPSZtImI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tM3WcubW7XA/s1600-h/mail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPSZtImI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tM3WcubW7XA/s320/mail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228509005712532066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPUizZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4tTMXYGaD7Q/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPUizZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4tTMXYGaD7Q/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228509006287562674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so dang cute!!!  Gabriel is such a stinker!  He is almost two years old and he knows it.  He's already getting into the "terrible twos", but he can still turn on the charm when he needs to.&lt;br /&gt;He will give such attitude if you make him mad, but if he wants to make you happy he knows all he has to do is give you that little grin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-5243404680558947391?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5243404680558947391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=5243404680558947391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5243404680558947391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5243404680558947391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-because.html' title='Just Because...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SI9lPJzyG-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bNjB0KADv_8/s72-c/mail3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4341876475959273829</id><published>2008-07-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:18:29.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww...Cooties!</title><content type='html'>The other night, Daniel and I started getting ready for bed.  I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when Daniel walked in and said, "Hey Kers, why are you using my toothbrush?".  My response, "Uuuhhhhh.....".&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, I looked down and the toothbrush in my mouth was GREEN, not RED.   Oops!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we've swapped spit before, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4341876475959273829?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4341876475959273829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4341876475959273829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4341876475959273829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4341876475959273829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/ewwwcooties.html' title='Ewww...Cooties!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-5353196852686662121</id><published>2008-07-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:36:42.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Utah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6A4GB1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I_GF-vqdJWc/s1600-h/IMG_1850_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728530905532242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6A4GB1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I_GF-vqdJWc/s200/IMG_1850_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6Z329kI/AAAAAAAAADE/7J6U9j_1S9w/s1600-h/IMG_1868_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728537615431234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6Z329kI/AAAAAAAAADE/7J6U9j_1S9w/s200/IMG_1868_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6pfpQsI/AAAAAAAAADM/RhcE3jwV1To/s1600-h/IMG_1853_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728541808837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6pfpQsI/AAAAAAAAADM/RhcE3jwV1To/s200/IMG_1853_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR7APUtPI/AAAAAAAAADU/GPIBj0clMaY/s1600-h/IMG_1857_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728547914396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR7APUtPI/AAAAAAAAADU/GPIBj0clMaY/s200/IMG_1857_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR7eJn-TI/AAAAAAAAADc/qttQdSr8uCw/s1600-h/IMG_1869_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728555943557426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR7eJn-TI/AAAAAAAAADc/qttQdSr8uCw/s200/IMG_1869_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend Daniel and I drove with the boys to Ogden to visit our family there. We always have so much fun. Dennis and Tammy got us free passes to Lagoon. Luckily Patti was there visiting too so she watched Gabriel for us so Daniel and I could take the older boys to ride all of the rides.&lt;br /&gt;CJ and Caleb did so great with the rides. We started them out on a few tame ones---and they got bored. So we tried the Bat. It was a roller coaster type ride that went pretty fast! I was a little nervous for the boys because neither of them wanted to ride next to me. They wanted to ride with Aunt Tammy or Jacob or Andrew, so when the ride was over I was fully prepared to give hugs and kisses and tell them we would stick to the carousel. HA! They didn't need me. They thought it was great! In fact, Tammy had offered to take the boys so Daniel and I could spend a few hours alone. I didn't want to, I wanted to be there with the boys to see how much fun they had. But they could have cared less whether I was there or not. It was kinda humbling. But it was fun! The boys are about an inch too short for several of the rides so I can't wait for next year when we can take them back and try a few new rides. I doubt they will care if I'm there to ride with them or not. At least I can take some pictures, right? Maybe Gabriel will be old enough for some rides and he will want me to hold his hand.&lt;br /&gt;We always have so much fun when we go to Ogden. I have said it before but Dennis and Tammy make it so easy to stay with them. They let us take over pretty much their entire basement and they have tons of toys and video games for the kids to play with. Even if the boys get too rambunctious I know Dennis and Tammy can handle it--they had three boys themselves and then came Trini. They can handle it all!&lt;br /&gt;And at Grandma and Grandpa Glover's we love it too. The boys can play and Grandma usually gives me a new book or a doll that she made or something special from one of her many collections. I love the fact that when she sees something she thinks of me and wants me to have it.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank the Mercado and Glover Families. From the very moment I met them, before Daniel and I were married, they openly and completely welcomed me and my boys into their family. There was never any hesitation or awkwardness, they loved me and CJ and Caleb right away. I honestly can't put into words how grateful I am to them all. Patti, Roy, Victoria, Reid, Bette, Dennis, Tammy, Matthew, Andrew, Jacob, Trini, and the rest of the Glover family. Thank you so much for making us a part of you. And helping us make so many wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A GREAT WEEKEND IN UTAH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-5353196852686662121?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5353196852686662121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=5353196852686662121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5353196852686662121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5353196852686662121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-in-utah.html' title='Weekend in Utah!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SIkR6A4GB1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I_GF-vqdJWc/s72-c/IMG_1850_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-7540799024764752546</id><published>2008-07-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:25:40.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night!</title><content type='html'>For his birthday this year, Daniel received Josh Ritter concert tickets from Jon and Victoria. He was really excited. Josh Ritter is one of his favorites and the fact that he is from Idaho makes it even better. Last year we saw him do a little acoustic set at the Record Exchange and Daniel got his CD signed but this would be the first full concert of his we have been to.&lt;br /&gt;The concert was last night at the Knitting Factory downtown (formerly the Big Easy). I really like this venue because it is small so you don't feel as if you have to squint to make sure you are really seeing the person you came to see. However, because it is small it can get very crowded. There are only a few tables and a few stools around the bar so it is very rare that we go to a concert there and get to sit at a table. We usually have to stand the whole time and fight off the people who are taller than me, i.e. everyone, to make sure I can see. For this concert we decided to get there early so we could get a table and sit and have dinner while we were waiting for the concert to start. This didn't work out quite as well as we had hoped. When the venue changed names it also changed a few other things and we didn't think we were able to go upstairs to what used to be the Bourbon Street Saloon to eat first. So we ended up waiting outside in line and even though there were less than twenty people in front of us by the time we made it through the doors they had let everyone upstairs come down too. We BARELY got a table and it was in the very back. But we were able to eat and did see most of the show with out too many people standing in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;The good part about having a table in the back was the people watching. This is a favorite habit of Daniel and I's. We love to play the "What do they do for a living?" game, where we try to guess what someone does just by looking at them. Of course we also giggle about what someone is wearing or try to guess what people are talking about if we can't hear the conversation. We're horrible, I know! That is another thing I love about the small, downtown venue we were at. There is always a very eclectic group of people there. While we were waiting in line we saw young people with facial piercings and sleeve tattoos. We also saw an older man (65+) with an Obama '08 t-shirt picking up tickets. Inside there were women wearing backpacks and Teva sandals and others in lacy tank tops and heels. We especially loved the older couple who sat near us for most of the night. Toward the end of the concert, and after several drinks, they both stood up and started dancing. Neither could keep the beat or the rhythm but this turned into a win-win situation. They were obviously having a good time and Daniel and I enjoyed watching them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daniel and I had a great date night and for anyone who hasn't ever heard of him or heard his music you should definitely look up Josh Ritter. He was raised in Moscow, Idaho and had a lot of great music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-7540799024764752546?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7540799024764752546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=7540799024764752546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7540799024764752546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7540799024764752546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/date-night.html' title='Date Night!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2338372320352979763</id><published>2008-07-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:45:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmkTnlRzlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OpFgxaVwt_o/s1600-h/IMG_1836%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385899862609490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmkTnlRzlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OpFgxaVwt_o/s320/IMG_1836%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmj9VccD2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/LjSoC7l-yN4/s1600-h/IMG_1847%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385517036572514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmj9VccD2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/LjSoC7l-yN4/s320/IMG_1847%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjoBP6UoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0-cyehoUNqE/s1600-h/IMG_1827%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385150838067842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjoBP6UoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0-cyehoUNqE/s320/IMG_1827%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjoVE_3fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IHB4aaEv6Ag/s1600-h/IMG_1832%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385156161002994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjoVE_3fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IHB4aaEv6Ag/s320/IMG_1832%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjopXBnSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wn36ysGKXEY/s1600-h/IMG_1833%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385161605324066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjopXBnSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wn36ysGKXEY/s320/IMG_1833%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjowmd1uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RlpvohJTqKs/s1600-h/IMG_1835%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385163549136610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjowmd1uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RlpvohJTqKs/s320/IMG_1835%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjpMNKsFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dpk1fYT8DqM/s1600-h/IMG_1846%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385170959216722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmjpMNKsFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dpk1fYT8DqM/s320/IMG_1846%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every once in a while, Dano and I get together with my family and have a poker night! It isn't quite hard core, but close. We give each other a hard time and tease a bit. But all in good fun, I assure you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a good poker player! Well, I guess you could say it depends on the night. I have no strategy, therefore it is difficult to predict what I will do. Unfortunately, this only gets me so far and I rarely win better than third place. Dano is a bit better than me, so I try to depend on him to win our money back. But I do have to give him a hard time when he takes me out. Curiously, this happens quite often....hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of who wins, we always have fun. We all bring food and the kids get to play outside. We spend a few hours together, teasing and laughing. And really, what could be better than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2338372320352979763?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2338372320352979763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2338372320352979763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2338372320352979763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2338372320352979763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/poker-night.html' title='Poker Night!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmkTnlRzlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OpFgxaVwt_o/s72-c/IMG_1836%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-5566910568353170526</id><published>2008-07-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:39:16.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissy's First Half Marathon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmbZCDEy9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IvHoRRve_UQ/s1600-h/IMG_1823%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376097261603794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmbZCDEy9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IvHoRRve_UQ/s320/IMG_1823%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmbZScagxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AlYGWGoqhDk/s1600-h/IMG_1825%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376101662851858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmbZScagxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AlYGWGoqhDk/s320/IMG_1825%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I ran my first half marathon!! I thought I would be nervous, but this week I realized that I was ready. I wasn't looking for a record-breaking time...I knew I could finish and I wouldn't be fast--but my main goal was to finish and to feel good at the end. While I was training, I had good runs and bad runs. I'm sure this is typical of anyone training for an endurance race...but I had several weeks where I had hip issues and other days where my long runs made me sick. Because of that, I was very nervous about how I would feel when I finished the half. About two weeks before the race I wasn't even sure if I would be able to run it. But the week leading up to the race I really concentrated on eating right and keeping myself hydrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up at 5:30am, had breakfast and got dressed. I left with enough time to get to the starting line about 45 minutes before the gun went off. This race was unique to me, in that I had trained with a group--Boise Run Walk!! We had met every Saturday for our long runs, we also had seminars on pace, stride, nutrition, etc... Therefore, at the starting line I was able to meet up with people who had gone through the same training and had similar goals. I even got an extra round of applause because this was my first half. In my other races I was basically telling Daniel to meet me at the end at this approximate time. To be fair, Dano never missed a finish...he was always there, cheering me on near the finish line and ready to meet me at the end. It didn't matter that it meant he had to get up early on a Saturday and get the kids ready by himself--he wasn't missing my finish. Today was not an exception. The half marathon ended at the Boise Hawks Stadium, but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to be there near the end to cheer me on to the finish. I had only about 500 meters to go when I rounded the corner and saw my wonderful husband and my baby cheering me on! I had strangers clapping for me at the finish--but it was the two of them that said "Keep goin' Babe, you're almost there!", that made it worth while to finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end, I got a medal from the organizers, but I got a bouquet of flowers and a kiss from Daniel and Gaby. To be honest--those flowers and that kiss was worth more to me than a first place medal ever could have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an accomplishment that I honestly never felt I would ever achieve. When I started running I always thought "That would be great if I could finish a half." But I knew it was always easier said than done. Somehow, somewhere, I crossed that threshold between maybe and I will. I can't tell you where it was...all I can tell you is that I passed it...and I finished my half. Maybe not as fast as some or as strong as some...but I did. And that finish is for me, only me, and it is mine. I finished a half marathon. YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-5566910568353170526?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5566910568353170526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=5566910568353170526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5566910568353170526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5566910568353170526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/chrissys-first-half-marathon.html' title='Chrissy&apos;s First Half Marathon!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHmbZCDEy9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IvHoRRve_UQ/s72-c/IMG_1823%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3495089949202248304</id><published>2008-07-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:35:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going to Vegas!!</title><content type='html'>This year for our anniversary, Daniel and I have decided to take a trip to Las Vegas!  We are so excited!  Our last trip there was in 2004, so it has been a while.  Since the trip is now less than a month away I have decided to start a countdown (to be honest, Daniel and I started the countdown several weeks ago).  I'll add pictures and tell everyone about it when we get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3495089949202248304?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3495089949202248304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3495089949202248304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3495089949202248304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3495089949202248304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-going-to-vegas.html' title='We&apos;re Going to Vegas!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6864259824362797072</id><published>2008-07-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:31:28.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Year High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>While we were in Idaho Falls we also went to my high school reunion.  10 years!  Wow!  Even though high school seems like a long time ago it doesn't feel like 10 years!  Oh well.  I may as well try to grow old gracefully and always call those weird things by my eyes "laugh lines" and not "crow's feet"!  Right?&lt;br /&gt;The reunion started on Saturday morning with a tour of the high school.  It has been added on to since I graduated so it was interesting to see the changes.  The most unusual part was walking out gym doors that used to lead outside and now instead you are in another hallway.  For lunch we had a picnic at the city park.  All of the kids played and the adults tried to catch up.  We were a small class (just over 200) and only about 50 former students came, the rest of the group was comprised of spouses and kids.  With that few classmates you were bound to have had classes with just about everyone of them at some point in time, or been in a club or on a team with them.  It was a little hard to do more than just "Hi, how are you?  Where do you live now?", etc.&lt;br /&gt;That evening we all sat down at dinner.  It was nice to be able to sit and chat.  We also watched a slide show of new and old pictures and heard class statistics of "Where are we now?".  It was fun and definitely interesting.  It wasn't as awkward as I thought it could have been.  It was pretty easy to be comfortable with most everyone, even though it had been so long.&lt;br /&gt;We have already nominated someone to plan the 20 year reunion in 2018!  I guess we'll see if I make it to that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6864259824362797072?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6864259824362797072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6864259824362797072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6864259824362797072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6864259824362797072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-year-high-school-reunion.html' title='10 Year High School Reunion'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-12800935163168302</id><published>2008-07-07T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:18:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbgoNivwI/AAAAAAAAADw/zCB44m0NYNw/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220476271672344322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbgoNivwI/AAAAAAAAADw/zCB44m0NYNw/s200/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbhDZMqII/AAAAAAAAAD4/yGyfUhfqkCY/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220476278968985730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbhDZMqII/AAAAAAAAAD4/yGyfUhfqkCY/s200/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbhmchpuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eB9dDkqeSyE/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220476288378185442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbhmchpuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eB9dDkqeSyE/s200/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for the 4th we decided to drive down to Idaho Falls to spend the holiday "Dickson Style"! When I was a kid we would spend the 4th of July at the Greenbelt in IF. We would go to the parade, ride bikes, picnic, and stay late for the fireworks! So that's what Daniel and I did with CJ and Gabe this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed with Grandma Turnage of course, so first we got up early to go to a flag raising ceremony and breakfast with her ward. From there we headed straight to the parade where CJ had a blast trying to catch candy. After we went home and had a little nap it was time to hop on the bikes and head to the Greenbelt. We rented a bike trailer for Gabe and he loved riding around in it and CJ loves riding his bike anywhere for any reason. Grandma even brought her bike down to the river and rode around with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedaling around helped us work up an appetite so we stopped for dinner at Chili's then went and claimed our spot for the fireworks. While we were there CJ got his face painted and Daniel tried to take another snooze, but mostly it was people watching and listening to CJ ask 'How much longer before the fireworks start?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was finally dark it was time for the big finale! The fireworks were great! It is, after all, the biggest and best fireworks display west of the Mississippi! CJ loved watching! Gabe was interested at first but then got a little bored. I think he realized if he sat still for very long he was going to fall asleep. After it was all over it was time for us to ride back to Grandma's. It was a lot of fun racing past all the the cars that were backed up and all the walkers who had to park blocks away! We made it back in pretty good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun to be in Idaho Falls for the 4th! It brought back a lot of memories. Of course it is always great to see Grandma too! She always makes it so easy to stay with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope everyone else had a great holiday too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-12800935163168302?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/12800935163168302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=12800935163168302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/12800935163168302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/12800935163168302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SHLbgoNivwI/AAAAAAAAADw/zCB44m0NYNw/s72-c/IMG_1812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4609357368448704248</id><published>2008-07-02T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:25:35.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daniel!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SGubdxGd6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/a7bM6DRVE0o/s1600-h/IMG00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218435528937827298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SGubdxGd6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/a7bM6DRVE0o/s200/IMG00058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Daniel's birthday!! He is 32, or twenty-twelve, as he would say! We had a BBQ for him on Sunday and he got spoiled! All of our family came and we had good food and lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did find it a little funny that more than one of his birthday cards referenced beer--but hey, they know him well right? Just kidding ya, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I wanted to tell my wonderful husband Happy Birthday! You have no idea how much you are appreciated and much we all love you! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What would the boys do without such a great daddy and what would I do without my best friend?&lt;/span&gt; Love You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and could you make sure you mow the lawn tonight, thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4609357368448704248?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4609357368448704248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4609357368448704248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4609357368448704248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4609357368448704248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-daniel.html' title='Happy Birthday Daniel!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SGubdxGd6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/a7bM6DRVE0o/s72-c/IMG00058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3698003299294430735</id><published>2008-06-16T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:44:25.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day at Grandpa &amp; Grandma Mercado's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWoxCD4nI/AAAAAAAAADY/6gWq9ySBqd4/s1600-h/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212659983317197426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWoxCD4nI/AAAAAAAAADY/6gWq9ySBqd4/s200/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWpcLxIjI/AAAAAAAAADg/K0OwiNKf8M8/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212659994900636210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWpcLxIjI/AAAAAAAAADg/K0OwiNKf8M8/s200/IMG_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWp0YOMNI/AAAAAAAAADo/-_KqqHnTPPc/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212660001395323090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWp0YOMNI/AAAAAAAAADo/-_KqqHnTPPc/s200/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Father's Day in Mountain Home with Mom, Dad, Jon, and Victoria. We grilled hamburgers and hot dogs on Dad's new grill but spent most of the day out on the deck watching Gabe play. He kicked the soccer ball around and we all tossed it back and forth. He also had fun filling his pool up, catching the little plastic fish, and splashing his feet in the water with Aunt Victoria but for some reason refused to sit down in the water. He loves his bath so I don't know why he didn't get excited. We even added a little hot tub water so it wasn't so cold but he still didn't want to sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Father's Day Daniel got to open his set of Red Sox figurines that he had picked out a month ago but I had made him put in the closet so I could wrap it. Dad opened the new Bocce Ball set we bought for him to replace the set that I somehow chip every time we play! Jon and Victoria got Dad a new Wii game and by popular (secret) voting this was chosen for us to play instead of the new Bocce game. Yeah, it was a nice day outside but we're a bunch of lame-os and wanted to stay in the house to play Wii!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3698003299294430735?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3698003299294430735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3698003299294430735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3698003299294430735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3698003299294430735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-at-grandpa-grandma-mercados.html' title='Father&apos;s Day at Grandpa &amp; Grandma Mercado&apos;s'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcWoxCD4nI/AAAAAAAAADY/6gWq9ySBqd4/s72-c/IMG_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-7896260765478794990</id><published>2008-06-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:23:34.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcQLNdn3rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HwYjT2I0tiE/s1600-h/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212652878483152562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcQLNdn3rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HwYjT2I0tiE/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend at our BBQ, Daniel and some of the other guys there got started talking about fishing. It didn't take too long before Daniel and Juan had our first fishing trip of the season all planned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go to CJ Strike Reservior on Saturday. We invited my parents, Rob and Tina, and Jon and Victoria. Unfortunately, Victoria had to work so Jon had to go on his own ( I think Victoria may have secretly been relieved). We all drove up there and the guys started getting there poles together while us girls laid our blanket down, got out all of our books and magazines and decided which angle of the sun would be best for our tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sunny and warm and there was a nice breeze. We had all found babysitters so it was nice and quiet. That was the strangest part. It was unusual for us all to be able to sit down without having to worry about where the kids were, what they were doing, and who was tormenting whom. It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel caught a small mouth bass that was pretty big! It weighed 3 lbs. and was 17 inches long. His was the first and biggest catch of the day! The other guys caught a fish or two, not all of them were big enough to keep but I don't think that was really the point. I'm sure they all just enjoyed being out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice time and talked about bringing the camper and tents one weekend for an easy camping trip. It would be a fun and easy place to go. Heck, we might even take the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-7896260765478794990?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7896260765478794990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=7896260765478794990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7896260765478794990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/7896260765478794990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SFcQLNdn3rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HwYjT2I0tiE/s72-c/IMG_1767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6201739425858913473</id><published>2008-06-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:45:57.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 10-Miler!</title><content type='html'>This morning I ran my first ten mile run!! I ran with Boise Run Walk, the group I joined in April to train for my first half marathon. We usually run along the greenbelt and today the weather was sunny and cool and it was beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited for this run, my previous longest distance was 7 miles. The running group increases our long run by one mile each week but I had missed the last two weeks due to a hip injury. I was starting to get nervous that I wouldn't be ready for the half so I decided that today's run would determine whether I could continue training for the half or if I needed to settle for the 10K. I figured if I can run 10 today then I can be ready for 13.1 on July 12th. And I DID IT!!&lt;br /&gt;It was tough but I am sure after a few more weeks I will definitely be ready. It took me 1 hour and 57 minutes and my average pace was about 11 and a half minutes per mile. I got all of this information off of my Nike plus before it malfunctioned and erased MY FIRST TEN MILE RUN! I don't know how it happened but it wouldn't transfer the info the nikeplus.com. At first my history still showed that my longest run is 10.10 miles but then of course I had to mess with it and after I was done it had deleted it completely. I am so mad!!! I also broke 150 miles after this run, but my stats don't show it, so my totals will always be behind 10 miles! Oh Well!! What can you do, right? I'll just keep telling myself that instead of stomping on my ipod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6201739425858913473?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6201739425858913473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6201739425858913473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6201739425858913473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6201739425858913473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-10-miler.html' title='My First 10-Miler!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-1152000552679975044</id><published>2008-06-09T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:53:35.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>BBQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-64.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=2954361355555051620&amp;amp;site=widget-64.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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=2954361355555051620&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/2954361355555051620/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355555051620&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/2954361355555051620/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355555051620&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p4/2954361355555051620/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daniel and I got together with Juan and Ali this past weekend and hosted a big BBQ!  The weather cooperated and we had sunshine!!  It could have been a little warmer but I really can't complain!  There was lots of food and friends and we all had a good time!  Daniel and Juan even did the dishes afterward!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so glad the weather is starting to warm up.  We are really looking forward to getting together with more family and friends this summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-1152000552679975044?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1152000552679975044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=1152000552679975044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1152000552679975044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/1152000552679975044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='BBQ!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-752007685113071419</id><published>2008-06-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:38:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SE2-TQauI5I/AAAAAAAAADI/kb9fOnHa8JY/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210029581971366802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SE2-TQauI5I/AAAAAAAAADI/kb9fOnHa8JY/s200/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have mentioned before, Daniel and I have been replacing the landscaping in our front yard. We planted several new plants a few weeks ago and I planted two peony bushes. I was so excited. Patti has a huge peony bush in her back yard and the flowers are so beautiful so I couldn't wait to have some of my own. Last week one of the flowers bloomed! It is so pretty! I had to take pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-752007685113071419?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/752007685113071419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=752007685113071419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/752007685113071419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/752007685113071419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-flowers.html' title='My Flowers!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SE2-TQauI5I/AAAAAAAAADI/kb9fOnHa8JY/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-5784464086975054530</id><published>2008-06-01T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:16:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb Graduated from Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK9MZ29eXI/AAAAAAAAACs/0f5hnxCevhA/s1600-h/IMG00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932139991202162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK9MZ29eXI/AAAAAAAAACs/0f5hnxCevhA/s200/IMG00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb's Kindergarten Graduation was on Friday. The kids all sang a couple of songs and got little diplomas! It was pretty cute. Afterward everyone had a pizza picnic on the playground. I'm excited for Caleb to start first grade, needless to say Caleb is excited for summer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-5784464086975054530?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5784464086975054530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=5784464086975054530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5784464086975054530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/5784464086975054530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/caleb-graduated-from-kindergarten.html' title='Caleb Graduated from Kindergarten'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK9MZ29eXI/AAAAAAAAACs/0f5hnxCevhA/s72-c/IMG00082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-9136988692036849572</id><published>2008-06-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:17:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Season is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK8YZ29eVI/AAAAAAAAACc/lhZkoDY9u3w/s1600-h/IMG00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931246638004562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK8YZ29eVI/AAAAAAAAACc/lhZkoDY9u3w/s200/IMG00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK8Y529eWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ee-CLaRB11o/s1600-h/IMG00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931255227939170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK8Y529eWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ee-CLaRB11o/s200/IMG00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ had his last t-ball game last Friday so Wednesday the whole team met at Dairy Queen to recieve their trophies. We took over almost the entire restaurant! The kids all had a lot of fun and the players all recieved bobble head trophies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun watching CJ play in his games. It would have been nice if the weather would have cooperated a little more often! I'm sure CJ will play again next year! He gets so excited to play baseball (or any other sport)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-9136988692036849572?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9136988692036849572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=9136988692036849572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/9136988692036849572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/9136988692036849572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-ball-season-is-over.html' title='T-Ball Season is Over!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/SEK8YZ29eVI/AAAAAAAAACc/lhZkoDY9u3w/s72-c/IMG00079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4986572959395523772</id><published>2008-05-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:19:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>"A date?  Why do you guys have to go on a date?  You're already married!"  This is the response I got from CJ when I told him he and his brothers were spending the night at Aunt Ali and Uncle Juan's. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night Daniel and I went to dinner and a concert.  Daniel won the tickets from the radio station we listen to, otherwise we probably would have spent Saturday night at home with the kids watching an animated movie for the umpteenth time.  We tend to forget that it is okay if we find a babysitter once in a while.  We think we need an excuse.  Daniel and I figured this is only the third time this year we have spent the evening alone without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Before the concert, we had dinner at Proto's in BoDo downtown.  We sat outside on the patio and had pizza and watched the people walk by.  It was so nice...and quiet.  Then we went to the concert at the Big Easy.  The music was great and we had a lot of fun!  Hopefully we don't wait too long before we do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4986572959395523772?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4986572959395523772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4986572959395523772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4986572959395523772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4986572959395523772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3954354140338933975</id><published>2008-05-18T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:18:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good-bye to Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-52.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=1297036692696927826&amp;amp;site=widget-52.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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=1297036692696927826&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-52.slide.com/p1/1297036692696927826/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1297036692696927826&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-52.slide.com/p2/1297036692696927826/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, my wonderful Grandma Hadley passed away on May 8th. She had been sick and we had time to prepare but I'm not sure if that made it any easier. To understand you have to know a little background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was four years old by parents bought a little piece of land in Shelley, ID. When we moved in, my grandma also moved her little trailer there. For the next fourteen years I grew up with my grandma living next door. If we needed something we ran to her house to borrow it, if I needed to earn some money I asked her if I could do chores. We spent the night at her house and went to town with her to run errands. She drove us to Driver's Ed and taught us to play cards. Grandma was a constant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For as long as I have been alive, Grandma worked hard and provided for herself. She was fiesty and independent. She was Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even after I moved out on my own and moved to Boise, Grandma was there for me. Though she hated the thought of making the long drive by herself she did it for me. Not once but twice, first when I was pregnant with CJ and was put on bedrest and again when I was pregnant with Caleb and the same thing happened. When I told her I needed help she packed her bags. She stayed as long as I needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually Grandma moved to Boise and moved into my house. It was supposed to be temporary but due to her health it turned into a permanent situation. In that close of quarters we had our differences. In truth, we fought like an old married couple. Despite that, Grandma was still there. If I needed something she wouldn't hesistate. She helped wherever she could and always wanted to do more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had her funeral in Idaho Falls on Thursday May 15th. We had a get together with all the family afterward. It was nice to see so many family members that we had not seen for years. We all stayed at Grandma Turnage's house, it was crazy and loud and fun! We also had a barbeque there on Friday. It was so great that we were all together. It felt more like a party than a death in the family and though it is cliche it is what Grandma would have wanted. She also wanted to be cremated and have her ashes scattered at Medicine Lodge, a place where we spent a lot of time camping in the summer. We all drove up there on Saturday. We had lunch and let the kids play before placing her ashes around the fire pit. It is a place where Grandma spent a lot of time visiting with family and we feel that when we go camping there next we can sit around the camp fire and be with Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma will be easy to remember, first as the little eccentric lady who lived next door, second as the crazy lady who lived in the bonus room, and finally as the grandma who was always there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3954354140338933975?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3954354140338933975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3954354140338933975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3954354140338933975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3954354140338933975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-pictures.html' title='Saying Good-bye to Grandma'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4231378309707956974</id><published>2008-05-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:59:00.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ8VgAJsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/JxjcRGXSRIY/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198979528655483202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ8VgAJsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/JxjcRGXSRIY/s200/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day for the 10th Annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I was very excited to be running for such a great cause but what made it much more exciting was that I would be racing against my brother Rob. He was running his first 5K race! We chatted about running, we talked a little trash...but it all added up to a 3.1 mile race to raise money for breast cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing I was running to raise money for a good cause because my mouth ran a little faster than my feet!! I can't brag about winning anything! Rob kicked my hiney!! He ran his first 5K in under 27 minutes! That is amazing! My time was 27:42, a respectable time for a 5K, but nowhere near Rob's time! I have to admit I was a little cocky going into this. I started running about a year ago, surely I can beat my "little" brother in a 5K. Alas, it was not meant to be. Rob went ahead of me early and I thought to myself, "My only hope is if he runs out of juice." I don't know what he was drinkin' but he ran and ran and beat me by better than a minute! It was a lot of fun and I am so excited to keep running and keep competing! Especially if it is against Rob! Maybe someday I will beat him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up!! The Fit for Life Half Marathon! July 12, 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4231378309707956974?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4231378309707956974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4231378309707956974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4231378309707956974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4231378309707956974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/susan-g-komen-race-for-cure.html' title='The Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ8VgAJsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/JxjcRGXSRIY/s72-c/IMG_1740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6412688918654576828</id><published>2008-05-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:34:23.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Carnival...so much fun...so glad it's over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ1rAAJsTI/AAAAAAAAACo/YSrbjPo7wXE/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198972201441276210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ1rAAJsTI/AAAAAAAAACo/YSrbjPo7wXE/s200/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been very involved with the school PTO this year. I was elected Secretary and have enjoyed going to the meetings and taking all the notes. Therefore, I blindly and enthusiastically signed up to head the Games and Prizes committee for the school Carnival this year. Do I need additional volunteers on the committee? Heck no, I have Daniel, the ever reliable husband, and several trusty family members who also have students at the school! Help, schmelp!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First item on the agenda: the Plinko game. Daniel accurately dubbed this the "Tetanus shot waiting to happen", this game had over a hundred three inch nails pounded into a three quarter inch piece of plywood. The rusty ends were poking out of the other side and the heads were all bent in various directions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of our Dads (both of whom would rival Andrew dan Jumbo on &lt;em&gt;Trading Spaces&lt;/em&gt;), we proceeded to pound wooden dowels in place of the rusty nails. We then added colorful painting and graphics. CJ and Caleb had fun helping us pound and paint. It was quite the family project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, my sister in law, Tina, had no idea that I had observed her talents at decorating the office calendars. This would result in her being recruited to redecorate the school's Go Fish pond. This pond previously consisted of canvas stretched on PVC pipe and taped-on paper fish and seaweed (which constantly fell off last year). Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the finished product, but I can attest to the oohs and aahs it recieved when we carried it in! Tina did a great job!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Carnival was crazy and fun! After everything was set up I ran around making sure everyone showed up for their shifts at the booths and filling in for those who didn't. Daniel single-handedly manned the football toss for the first hour. I should also add that I learned how to spin cotton candy and I am pretty good at it to boot. I ran my butt off and my feet were killing me by the end of the night but it was a blast. I plan to head the Games and Prizes committee again next year. We have a few more games that need "Mercado-izing" according to Daniel. If you have a desire for something crazy and a few extra hours next spring, let me know, I'll put you to work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6412688918654576828?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6412688918654576828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6412688918654576828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6412688918654576828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6412688918654576828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/school-carnivalso-much-funso-glad-its.html' title='School Carnival...so much fun...so glad it&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZ1rAAJsTI/AAAAAAAAACo/YSrbjPo7wXE/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4264624195142370151</id><published>2008-05-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:44:59.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Time'/><title type='text'>Yay!!! Yard Work!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpbwAJsQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ndAEcfx9OY/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198958745308737794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpbwAJsQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ndAEcfx9OY/s200/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpcAAJsRI/AAAAAAAAACY/66aetpPDIa4/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198958749603705106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpcAAJsRI/AAAAAAAAACY/66aetpPDIa4/s200/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpcQAJsSI/AAAAAAAAACg/n3o6naysLTM/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198958753898672418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpcQAJsSI/AAAAAAAAACg/n3o6naysLTM/s200/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, Daniel and I decided to tackle a small part of our yardwork for this Spring/Summer. Our house is only about two years old so we still have generic, boring landscaping in our front yard. Daniel has always hated the plants that are in our front beds and I don't like that there is no specific division between some of our landscaping and our grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is that whenever Daniel and I go look at plants we always differ in opinions. Whatever I like, Daniel hates and whatever Daniel likes, I won't approve. It is an interesting outing, let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this time we agreed on a few plants at Costco that we both felt we would like in our little flower bed by our mailbox. The evening weather was nice so we decided to go ahead and put it all in. As you can see from the pictures, Gabe decided to help. Unfortunately, my timing was not good enough to get a picture of Gabriel actually falling in the hole! But he was a good helper and we had fun! Gaby wore his clogs that Grandma and Grandpa Mercado gave him and I couldn't resist taking a picture of his wonderfully dirty feet!!  The area looks good and I look forward to posting some more pictures of our front yard after we finish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4264624195142370151?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4264624195142370151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4264624195142370151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4264624195142370151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4264624195142370151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-yard-work.html' title='Yay!!! Yard Work!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZpbwAJsQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ndAEcfx9OY/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8372064463184524254</id><published>2008-05-10T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:52:06.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CJ and Caleb's Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZe6AAJsOI/AAAAAAAAACA/QeZRnvtQdF0/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198947170371875042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZe6AAJsOI/AAAAAAAAACA/QeZRnvtQdF0/s200/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZe6QAJsPI/AAAAAAAAACI/QcIQVqxwIgc/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198947174666842354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZe6QAJsPI/AAAAAAAAACI/QcIQVqxwIgc/s200/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated CJ and Caleb's birthdays last weekend with a bowling party. We all had a ton of fun bowling and thankfully Grandma and Grandpa Mercado were there to entertain Gabriel! He would have loved to throw the ball but he is still a little young. They did a great job keeping him occupied and I can't thank them enough! After bowling we moved over to Grandma and Papa Dickson's house for presents and cake. The cake was awesome--from Costco of course! The presents were a'plenty!! I always comment about how many presents the boys get every year and Mom (Patti) had a good reply this time...every year!! It is every year!! CJ and Caleb get tons of presents!! We completely filled up the back of our car! Recession?? What recession! The economy must be booming due to all of the gifts our kids received this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a great party and we really appreciate everyone who comes every year to have fun with us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8372064463184524254?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8372064463184524254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8372064463184524254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8372064463184524254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8372064463184524254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/cj-and-calebs-birthday-party.html' title='CJ and Caleb&apos;s Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SCZe6AAJsOI/AAAAAAAAACA/QeZRnvtQdF0/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4675817977577557961</id><published>2008-04-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:17:55.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CJ and Caleb are both 6 today!!</title><content type='html'>So here it is again, the one day every year when CJ and Caleb are the same age.  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**sigh**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Caleb!  Happy Birthday tomorrow CJ!&lt;br /&gt;It still amazes me that these two awesome boys are getting so big!  It seems like just yesterday that I they were crawling around or screaming in the highchair...in other words driving their mommy crazy!  But they are growing up and learning more and more every day.  I am so proud of them and so lucky to be their mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4675817977577557961?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4675817977577557961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4675817977577557961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4675817977577557961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4675817977577557961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/cj-and-caleb-are-both-6-today.html' title='CJ and Caleb are both 6 today!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8840448045287588396</id><published>2008-04-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:41:42.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel Got A Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABB8I-lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vB8lhaaBudU/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192651503193462466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABB8I-lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vB8lhaaBudU/s200/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABCsI-ltI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gmd7wyUfsCc/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192651516078364370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABCsI-ltI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gmd7wyUfsCc/s200/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABC8I-luI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_2JRZxC2yvE/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192651520373331682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABC8I-luI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_2JRZxC2yvE/s200/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabe got a haircut today! It was not his first but I do have to admit that we let it grow out a little too long. I am still harboring a little hope that he will get his Dad's curls. Not yet....oh well! I had to take a few pictures because when do I ever miss out on cute pictures of the little guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so good. He hardly moved! It was great! And of course everyone at the salon was ooohing and aaahing over him when he was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a little sad though. He doesn't look like my baby anymore. He looks like such a big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8840448045287588396?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8840448045287588396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8840448045287588396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8840448045287588396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8840448045287588396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/gabriel-got-haircut.html' title='Gabriel Got A Haircut!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SBABB8I-lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vB8lhaaBudU/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-996164746626508507</id><published>2008-04-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:10:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOg7T6PFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gLJ8tydF_9o/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189288629477456978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOg7T6PFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gLJ8tydF_9o/s200/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOhbT6PGI/AAAAAAAAABY/nIpnhsTY5xA/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189288638067391586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOhbT6PGI/AAAAAAAAABY/nIpnhsTY5xA/s200/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOhrT6PHI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPOa9G8v6XA/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189288642362358898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOhrT6PHI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPOa9G8v6XA/s200/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Caleb and I went on his very first field trip. First, we went to Meridian Lanes where Caleb bowled a hefty 63 (better than some of my scores). We then went to Lowe's and took a tour around the store amd watched a demonstration of forklift operation. Then we sat down to make an ant farm. At first I was a little nervous. The thought of 40 Kindergarteners armed with hammers and nails frightened me a bit...but we made it through with all of ours thumbs intact. And I do have to admit that they all looked pretty cute with their aprons and safety googles on. We finished up with lunch and playtime at the park. All in all it was a very good day. We had a lot of fun and got several good pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-996164746626508507?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/996164746626508507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=996164746626508507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/996164746626508507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/996164746626508507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/calebs-first-field-trip.html' title='Caleb&apos;s First Field Trip'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SAQOg7T6PFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gLJ8tydF_9o/s72-c/DSC00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3021085987318999989</id><published>2008-04-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:38:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fly A Kite!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALDhrT6PDI/AAAAAAAAABA/aJeGFwma6sk/s1600-h/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924704013564978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALDhrT6PDI/AAAAAAAAABA/aJeGFwma6sk/s200/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALDi7T6PEI/AAAAAAAAABI/6nvVjj46AQg/s1600-h/IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924725488401474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALDi7T6PEI/AAAAAAAAABI/6nvVjj46AQg/s200/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a beautiful day! Finally! The weatherman wasn't lying when he said we would have sun and at least seventy degrees. CJ and Caleb got Spiderman kites for Easter and have been dying to try them out. Today was perfect for kite flying so Daniel and the boys went into the field near our house. Daniel got some great pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3021085987318999989?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3021085987318999989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3021085987318999989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3021085987318999989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3021085987318999989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-fly-kite.html' title='Go Fly A Kite!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALDhrT6PDI/AAAAAAAAABA/aJeGFwma6sk/s72-c/IMG_1693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-9156517285260167587</id><published>2008-04-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:30:33.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kersey Couldn't Beat Coach Pete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALBt7T6PCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fd6S6rWmbxs/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188922715443706914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALBt7T6PCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fd6S6rWmbxs/s200/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know, I ran in the Beat Coach Pete 5K. I ran it, but I didn't beat him. I don't mind too much. My goal was to finish with a time of 28 minutes or less and I came in at 27:26. I am very happy with that! I had a lot of fun and am looking forward to my next race, the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on May 10th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-9156517285260167587?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9156517285260167587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=9156517285260167587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/9156517285260167587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/9156517285260167587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/kersey-couldnt-beat-coach-pete.html' title='Kersey Couldn&apos;t Beat Coach Pete!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/SALBt7T6PCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fd6S6rWmbxs/s72-c/IMG_1683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8127016469255830372</id><published>2008-04-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:55:12.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Utah!</title><content type='html'>Weekend before last we made the drive to Utah to visit our family there.  Thanks to cheese crackers, gummy worms, and portable DVD players Daniel and I made it with our sanity intact! &lt;br /&gt;We stayed with Dennis and Tammy and we always have fun with them, Andrew, Jacob, and Trini!  They make it so easy to stay with them!  We always have everything we need and it is so comfortable.  Thank you so much you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We took the boys to the Junction downtown and thanks to a little cash from Grandma Patti they got to play a ton of video games.  We had fun watching the indoor skydiving and surfing and CJ and Caleb can't wait until they are old enough to try it all.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the highlight of the visit was Saturday night, which we all spent eating Tammy's lasagne and playing Rock Band!  We laughed and laughed while we played guitar and drums and sang!!  We got to play golf and baseball on the Wii and Daniel will be happy for everyone to know that he knocked me out when we were boxing each other!&lt;br /&gt;At Grandma and Grandpa Glover's all three boys spent a couple hours playing with the "old school", no batteries required toys that Daniel played with when he was a boy.  CJ taught Grandma how to play a game while Caleb colored and Gabe dumped all the puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;We always have a lot of fun in Utah and appreciate the time we get to spend with our family there.  We can't wait to go back and "rock out" some more and maybe hit Lagoon too!&lt;br /&gt;We love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8127016469255830372?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8127016469255830372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8127016469255830372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8127016469255830372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8127016469255830372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/utah.html' title='Utah!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8333827969621614243</id><published>2008-03-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:22:53.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Coach Pete</title><content type='html'>I just signed up for a 5K race on April 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BSU's&lt;/span&gt; Beat Coach Pete.  We all race against the head football coach and if we beat him we get a t-shirt and he has to donate $5 towards student scholarships.  The registration fee also helps raise money for student scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't plan to beat the coach (I'm sure he is in really good shape from trying to keep up with all those football players), but Daniel is cheering me on!  HA!  I think this will be a fun race!  My next 5K I have planned is the Susan G. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; Race for the Cure on May 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I have never run this race before but I am very excited to be running for such a great cause!&lt;br /&gt;I have updated my running stats and I am happy to say my mileage is steadily climbing!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to every one for the encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8333827969621614243?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8333827969621614243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8333827969621614243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8333827969621614243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8333827969621614243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/03/beat-coach-pete.html' title='Beat Coach Pete'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-553865357665884739</id><published>2008-03-24T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:37:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g7EG5CGjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8LOVudKmbNA/s1600-h/IMG_1659_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181456313045097010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g7EG5CGjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8LOVudKmbNA/s200/IMG_1659_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g7EW5CGkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mPRGFXIlvKU/s1600-h/IMG_1643_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181456317340064322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g7EW5CGkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mPRGFXIlvKU/s200/IMG_1643_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g59G5CGiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o0BA3FI17ms/s1600-h/IMG_1634_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181455093274384930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g59G5CGiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o0BA3FI17ms/s200/IMG_1634_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally posting again! I'm sorry I have not added anything new lately but as some of you know my grandma has been sick and we have been a bit preoccupied with that. I will get better! No more excuses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a great Easter! We certainly did! Sunday morning Roy and Patti stopped by our house and brought us all some goodies! They played air hockey with the boys, tried not to get trampled by our over-active dog, and gave the baby his fair share of candy (and then some)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed to my parent's house for lunch and an Easter Egg Hunt. CJ and Caleb were really excited and found more than a couple eggs, Gabe took a few minutes to get the gist of it all but then he was running around trying to find some of his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel also discovered the trampoline, he ran around and around and bounced. He even braved it with the big kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ spent plenty of time playing basketball with the new hoop and if you ever find a sport that CJ doesn't like let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were happy to have the nice weather and the time to spend with our families!&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/5297236059706735027-553865357665884739?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/553865357665884739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=553865357665884739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/553865357665884739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/553865357665884739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-time.html' title='Easter Time!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R-g7EG5CGjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8LOVudKmbNA/s72-c/IMG_1659_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4404693074980316348</id><published>2008-02-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:49:36.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Mile-stone!</title><content type='html'>After my run yesterday I plugged my ipod/Nike plus into my computer and found out that I had reached the 50 mile mark!  I was amazed!  Daniel bought me the Nike plus for Christmas and I used it for the first time on December 27th.  So in the last two months I have run 50 miles!!  WOW!  I am still loving running and my long runs are increasing so hopefully I will hit the 100 mile mark before too long.  I am planning to run in the YMCA St. Patrick's Day run on March 15th.  I haven't decided on the 5K or the 5 miles but hopefully my beautiful friend &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; will run with me and help me decide.  I plan to run a few other races this year and will post my distances and times.  Hopefully with a few people following me I will feel some good pressure to improve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4404693074980316348?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4404693074980316348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4404693074980316348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4404693074980316348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4404693074980316348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/02/50-mile-stone.html' title='50 Mile-stone!'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-323156071828039553</id><published>2008-02-22T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:02:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey Started It: Conversations with a First Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R7-nZjzqANI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kKOS5gERLmA/s1600-h/grandpa+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170034954795090130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R7-nZjzqANI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kKOS5gERLmA/s320/grandpa+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, like most parents, believe my children are very smart. Despite that, I am still suprised by some of the talks I have with CJ. I sometimes have to remind myself that he is not quite seven years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, while I was tucking CJ in, he asked me for a stuffed animal. When I asked him which one he wanted he pointed to one of the two monkeys that are sitting on a shelf in his room. These monkeys came from my Grandpa Turnage's beloved collection. Before he passed away he said that he wanted each of his young grandkids or great grandkids to have one of his monkeys. When we drove down to Idaho Falls for Grandpa's funeral this was one of the first things I had to do..pick out monkeys for my boys. It was more difficult than I thought and I would like my boys to understand why these monkeys are so special. So when CJ asked for this monkey I explained that I wanted it to stay on the shelf so it could stay nice because it came from Grandpa. I did not realize that this was going to start a deep conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Grandpa died, Daniel and I decided that CJ and Caleb should not go to the funeral. I knew this would be a difficult time for me as well as other family members and we did not want the boys to be confused and upset. We did, however, explain that Grandpa had died and he had gone up to heaven. Since then the boys have been very open and comfortable about talking about their Grandpa Turnage who is in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to last night. CJ asked me why, once you go to heaven, you cannot come back. He said he wanted Grandpa to come back once so he could tell him that he loved and missed him. CJ was so young when Grandpa died that I was suprised he would feel that need to talk to him. We talked about how Grandpa was very funny and made a lot of people happy. I told him about a favorite picture of mine that I keep on my vanity. It is a picture of Daniel and Grandpa, at dusk, in my parents backyard. They both have big grins on their faces and it always reminds me of everything that Grandpa was--happy and funny and always making other people laugh. I told CJ that if he reminded me I would show him this picture in the morning. Then I told him that even though our family members who are in heaven cannot come back, God does make it so that if we tell them that we love them and we miss them, they can hear us. Right then CJ and I both told Grandpa that we love him very much and we miss seeing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, while I was getting ready for work, CJ came into my room and the first thing he wanted was to see my favorite picture. CJ asked me if we could put a picture of Grandpa in his room. Of course I said yes and plan to make copies of that picture to hang up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my boys are special, each in their own way. CJ has a very big heart and is always concerned with how other people are doing. CJ and Caleb have a very large family, they have step parents and step siblings. They have a lot of aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins. Yet CJ wanted to make sure that Grandpa Turnage, who passed away when CJ was only 5, knew that he loved him and missed him. As he gets older and hears stories and sees pictures he will come to truly appreciate the incredible man that my grandpa was, but for now, it is enough for CJ that Grandpa was a member of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-323156071828039553?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/323156071828039553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=323156071828039553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/323156071828039553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/323156071828039553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/02/monkey-started-it-conversations-with.html' title='The Monkey Started It: Conversations with a First Grader'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R7-nZjzqANI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kKOS5gERLmA/s72-c/grandpa+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2288865219525455337</id><published>2008-02-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:50:24.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekend at Grandma's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R70CWzzqAMI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zeYayhtIbI/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290538178445506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R70CWzzqAMI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zeYayhtIbI/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had plans last week to drive down to Idaho Falls for the weekend to visit my grandma. But of course, everything didn't go as planned. Tuesday afternoon Gabriel started running a fever, by Wednesday he was full blown sick! Daniel stayed home with him on Wednesday and I stayed home on Thursday. We also decided to take a trip to the pediatrician on Thursday to make sure Gabe had just a cold and not something more serious. The doctor confirmed the cold and after a good nap, Gabe seemed to be feeling better. I was starting to think we might be able to make the drive to Grandma's after all....no such luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning Gabe's fever was down so Daniel got him dressed and put him in the high chair for some breakfast. We struggled to give him some medicine and apparently that wore him out because while we were still standing in front of him he fell asleep, cereal in hand. Poor guy! You know if Gaby falls asleep without finishing his food then he really doesn't feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was decided, after much contemplation and discussion, that Daniel would spend the weekend at home with Gabriel and I would drive to Idaho Falls with CJ and Caleb. Even though I knew it was just a cold and Daniel has more than proven his capability, it was still really crappy driving down the freeway, heading out of Boise, without my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four hours, two movies, three potty stops and a couple of boxes of animal crackers later, the boys and I arrived at Grandma's house. The evening was pretty quiet, the boys played Nintendo and Grandma and I visited. After the boys went to bed Grandma showed me some of the geneology she has been working on. It was really interesting! I saw my Grandma's birth certificate and my Grandpa's discharge papers from the military. I saw family trees and old pictures. But the most interesting thing I found out is that my maiden name, Dickson, is not a biological or blood name for my family. It turns out that my dad's father, Robert Bernard Dickson, was actually adopted by his step father and that is how he became a Dickson and has passed it on to my family. Although I did not know my Grandpa Dickson well and have always considered Grandpa Turnage to be my grandpa it was amazing to me that I had never known this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some time on Saturday making cookies for a church party Grandma had that night. It had been years since Grandma had made this type of cookie (I never had) and the recipe was lacking vital information like oven temperature and baking time. Through trial and error we made it through and they turned out well. The boys and I went to Grandma's party with her and got to help decorate the tables and eat all of the yummy food. Afterward the boys played more Nintendo (gasp!) and Grandma and I stayed up talking until after one in the morning. It was so nice to have some one on one time with her so we could catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too soon it was Sunday morning and time for us to go home. We packed up and drove away, waving all the way down the street. We weren't even to the freeway yet and CJ was already telling me that he missed Grandma. We will see her again around the beginning of March for MacKenzie's birthday but that still seems like too long. I am now remembering that no matter how old you are, or how young for that matter, there is something very special about Grandma's house!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2288865219525455337?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2288865219525455337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2288865219525455337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2288865219525455337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2288865219525455337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-at-grandmas.html' title='Weekend at Grandma&apos;s'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yIgJfwJ9o0/R70CWzzqAMI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zeYayhtIbI/s72-c/DSC00205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3159925035706464473</id><published>2008-02-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:33:22.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekend Shopping</title><content type='html'>This weekend Gabriel, Daniel, and I spent Sunday with Patti, Victoria, and Jon. We met at Jon and Victoria's where Gabe opened his Valentine's Day gift from Grandma and Grandpa, a super cute Elmo who likes to blow kisses. Gabe got a kick out of this, probably because blowing kisses is one of his favorite things too!&lt;br /&gt;From there we drove to Nampa to go to the new Steve &amp;amp; Barry's store in the Karcher Mall. This was a new experience for Daniel as he is unaccustomed to both malls and Nampa! At one point we heard police sirens and Daniel was ready to lay on the ground and cover his head to shield himself from the drive-by that seemed inevitable. Just kidding!! Even though malls are not one of his favorite places, especially those in Nampa, Daniel was a good sport and oohed and aahed with us over the wonderful bargains we found.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Target and Costco because we had never seen a Nampa Target or Costco. Target looked like Target but Costco was very different because there were a lot less people there and we didn't have to wait in a mile-long check out line or stand up while we ate our frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Red Robin and Gabriel ate his first corn dog. He was hesitant at first but once he got the hang of it he went to town! It was very entertaining to watch and I have a feeling we will become frequent customers at Pronto Pup!&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to spend the day with the family and always even more fun to spend it shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3159925035706464473?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3159925035706464473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3159925035706464473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3159925035706464473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3159925035706464473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-shopping.html' title='Weekend Shopping'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4794960006039806423</id><published>2008-02-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:35:06.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Too Busy!</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to let everyone know about our busy weekend last week but haven't quite made it to the computer until now! Last Saturday night Daniel took CJ to the Boise State Broncos basketball game against their rivals the University of Idaho Vandals. There were tons of people there and of course, the Broncos won. This was CJ's first big sporting event and he had a lot fun!&lt;br /&gt;While Daniel and CJ were at the game, Caleb got to have his friend Ethan over to spend the night. The made their own personal pizzas and watched Star Wars. Gabriel and I mostly just hung out and played with the other two boys.&lt;br /&gt;We spent Sunday watching the Super Bowl, Daniel at his friend Danny's and the boys and I at my Mom and Dad's. There was a lot of food and a lot of jumping around. The Giants won which made Daniel and I happy, if only because Daniel won $5 off of Rob!&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone is having a great week and driving slow and safe in the snow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4794960006039806423?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4794960006039806423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4794960006039806423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4794960006039806423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4794960006039806423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy!'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3617259854530481413</id><published>2008-01-29T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:24:58.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Countdown Begin!!</title><content type='html'>I know--it's cold, it's snowing, you're tired of scraping your windshield every morning.  But, take heart in hearing the four greatest words in the English language:  "Pitchers and catchers report!"  Yes, in just 17 days, 14 hours, and 47 minutes Spring Training begins.  Hang in there, everybody; winter is almost over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3617259854530481413?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3617259854530481413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3617259854530481413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3617259854530481413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3617259854530481413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-countdown-begin.html' title='Let the Countdown Begin!!'/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15703972706713935441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2249462004309565719</id><published>2008-01-26T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:33:27.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ Lost His First Tooth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R5um4CntdkI/AAAAAAAAABc/n5TE_Vx--Jc/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159901279789348418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R5um4CntdkI/AAAAAAAAABc/n5TE_Vx--Jc/s200/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R5um4SntdlI/AAAAAAAAABk/v0uWOualasg/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159901284084315730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R5um4SntdlI/AAAAAAAAABk/v0uWOualasg/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It finally happened! CJ has been waiting and waiting to have a loose tooth. He first realized he had one on Monday. Then he wiggled and wiggled! By Thursday it was ready to come out. Mom helped and it went quick and easy. CJ was tough, and it paid off. The next morning the tooth fairy had left him $2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2249462004309565719?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2249462004309565719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2249462004309565719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2249462004309565719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2249462004309565719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/cj-lost-his-first-tooth.html' title='CJ Lost His First Tooth!!'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R5um4CntdkI/AAAAAAAAABc/n5TE_Vx--Jc/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-8401000511329812797</id><published>2008-01-20T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:43:09.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekend Equals Family Time</title><content type='html'>We had a lot of fun with all of the boys this weekend!  Friday night we did a swap with the nephews!  CJ stayed at Grandma and Papa Dickson's with Dylan and Braiden came to sleep at our house with Caleb.  Friday night we had a little sleep over of our own because Ali and Juan came over to have dinner and play poker.  We had fish tacos (Daniel's specialty) and Chrissy took first in our little poker tournament.  Juan and Ali spent the night because it was the smart thing to do and we stayed up too late and had tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;   On Saturday Chrissy went out for dinner with the girls, so Daniel stayed at home with the kids.  They had a lot of fun playing Uno and Dominos.&lt;br /&gt;   Sunday Daniel took CJ and Caleb to Pizza Hut to use their free pizza certificates they got for reading at school.  While they were out they bought a chinese checkers game so we had to try it out when they got home! &lt;br /&gt;   It was a fun weekend that wasn't too busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-8401000511329812797?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8401000511329812797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=8401000511329812797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8401000511329812797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/8401000511329812797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-equals-family-time.html' title='Weekend Equals Family Time'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-6357044826899570314</id><published>2008-01-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:48:20.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' Hiney</title><content type='html'>Today I ran 2 miles faster than I ever have before!  In fact, I ran at my fastest pace ever! &lt;br /&gt;2 miles-19:23----that's 9:39 min/mile!  This beat my race time for the Barber to Boise 5K which was about 9:50 min/mile.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share!  I'm pretty excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-6357044826899570314?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6357044826899570314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=6357044826899570314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6357044826899570314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/6357044826899570314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/kickin-hiney.html' title='Kickin&apos; Hiney'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07300042141066866586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4335194546495354731</id><published>2008-01-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:49:59.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant slide'/><title type='text'>snow fun</title><content type='html'>This is a cute way to keep in touch. Hope it works. We are just trying to survive all this snow, 22" in one day. The kids love to play in it, but not shoveling it. Andrew showed Trinidee how to slide down the stairs in the snow and now it has been turned into quite a ride. Jacob went with the scouts and slept in a snow cave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4335194546495354731?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4335194546495354731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4335194546495354731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4335194546495354731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4335194546495354731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-fun.html' title='snow fun'/><author><name>tglover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11658971394515750286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3889799956160495010</id><published>2008-01-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:26:52.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boys'/><title type='text'>Gabriel!  Super Cutie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4mbx5K2PzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0yNiCR8ABu0/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154822529964457778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4mbx5K2PzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0yNiCR8ABu0/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome, Daniel. You know I like to stay on the cutting edge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho--we had a great day today with Gabriel! He is definitely feeling better and started the morning by sticking his head in the Lego box and giggling! Daniel and I were soon giggling also! After a good afternoon nap he climbed onto the coffee table, yes, the coffee table and tried to settle in to watch the football game. Fortunately, Mommy was there to pull him off (after snapping some pictures!) and set him on the couch with Daddy! 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Super Cutie!'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4mbx5K2PzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0yNiCR8ABu0/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-332913922652394657</id><published>2008-01-12T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:13:00.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog?</title><content type='html'>Chrissy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really coooool blog.  Hopefully, it will give everyone a chance to stay connected--and it's so twentyfirst century.  Thanks for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-332913922652394657?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/332913922652394657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=332913922652394657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/332913922652394657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/332913922652394657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog.html' title='A blog?'/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15703972706713935441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-4300146365330746439</id><published>2008-01-10T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:37:43.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illness :('/><title type='text'>Sick Boys</title><content type='html'>Daniel and Gabriel have both been sick this week. Daniel has flu-like symptoms and Gabe has a double ear infection. His first ear infection and it is in both ears! He is on medicine and of course, is eating well, so he is getting better. Daniel is recovering as well and will going back to work tomorrow. I get to stay home with my sick baby and hopefully he will continue to get better and we will have a good day. Gabe always seems to stay happy, no matter what is going on, so any day spent at home with him is a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-4300146365330746439?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4300146365330746439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=4300146365330746439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4300146365330746439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/4300146365330746439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-boys.html' title='Sick Boys'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-2116781967091685728</id><published>2008-01-10T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:26:58.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><title type='text'>Trying to get the hang of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9t5K2PyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3Zm66Up5dq8/s1600-h/m_db31e88c7baf1db26979a9a33eab3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154085788454371106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9t5K2PyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3Zm66Up5dq8/s320/m_db31e88c7baf1db26979a9a33eab3874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9l5K2PxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h8kLJ2sHyXo/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154085651015417618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9l5K2PxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h8kLJ2sHyXo/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9CZK2PwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pRrZ-_jeV-0/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154085041130061570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9CZK2PwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pRrZ-_jeV-0/s320/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b8W5K2PvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/edNr5XTMpYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154084293805752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b8W5K2PvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/edNr5XTMpYQ/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I figured out how to put a photo on the profile, so I'm going to try to put up some Christmas pictures with this post. We spent the night at my (Chrissy's) parent's house. It was crazy, hectic and loud! Then we had Christmas dinner at Mom &amp;amp; Dad Mercado's house. It was delicious and quiet and I didn't have to cook a thing! (Thanks Mom!) All three of the boys were super spoiled and Daniel and I were exhausted, so it was a good Christmas! We hope everyone else had a great Christmas too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-2116781967091685728?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2116781967091685728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=2116781967091685728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2116781967091685728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/2116781967091685728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-to-get-hang-of-this.html' title='Trying to get the hang of this'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_saOESik14yo/R4b9t5K2PyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3Zm66Up5dq8/s72-c/m_db31e88c7baf1db26979a9a33eab3874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297236059706735027.post-3445476643415995569</id><published>2008-01-09T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:07:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mercado Family Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well folks, since not everyone has a myspace account (or logs on very often), I have decided to take the plunge and start a blog! I just thought this would be a fun way to keep everyone posted and share news and pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297236059706735027-3445476643415995569?l=mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3445476643415995569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297236059706735027&amp;postID=3445476643415995569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3445476643415995569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297236059706735027/posts/default/3445476643415995569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mercadofamilystories.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-mercado-family-blog.html' title='New Mercado Family Blog!'/><author><name>The Mercado Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407123513607069837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_saOESik14yo/SSM8mz-rYHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GC-YqIZhkeU/S220/m_acf11540a890197e0fa4e46137427ee3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
