<?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-2172720257316356138</id><updated>2012-02-07T08:18:23.102-10:00</updated><title type='text'>LATU-VAKI FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8154879758833720633</id><published>2011-10-31T22:02:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:05:57.885-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_X276MijUJU/Tq-nvdGsdcI/AAAAAAAABX8/UFiLY4YM30U/s1600/DSCN0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_X276MijUJU/Tq-nvdGsdcI/AAAAAAAABX8/UFiLY4YM30U/s400/DSCN0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669934889591141826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah I know..late post..but we had a lot of fun trick or treating in Mililani.  Maafu was a bug catcher and the rest of us were bugs...catipillar, firefly and butterfly.  I love halloween and I hope next year we can plan more fun with our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8154879758833720633?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8154879758833720633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8154879758833720633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8154879758833720633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8154879758833720633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_X276MijUJU/Tq-nvdGsdcI/AAAAAAAABX8/UFiLY4YM30U/s72-c/DSCN0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8430885263910225309</id><published>2011-10-30T20:49:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:16:10.525-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year Trevor got to go to the pumpkin patch with his early headstart class.  Maafu went with him on the bus.  I couldn't go of course since I had to work but I'm glad Maafu went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxkWa0_uBSQ/Tq5IrUPFFZI/AAAAAAAABXg/7ZXNpiylQf4/s1600/IMG_1538.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxkWa0_uBSQ/Tq5IrUPFFZI/AAAAAAAABXg/7ZXNpiylQf4/s400/IMG_1538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548889909564818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor and Maafu on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbADSyjvjDE/Tq5IrNa-QkI/AAAAAAAABXU/8m-OOcdO7-Y/s1600/IMG_1549.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbADSyjvjDE/Tq5IrNa-QkI/AAAAAAAABXU/8m-OOcdO7-Y/s400/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548888080400962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor checkin out the animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8bx2abi97A/Tq5Iqs1ylQI/AAAAAAAABXI/qrukMc_HqGc/s1600/IMG_1557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8bx2abi97A/Tq5Iqs1ylQI/AAAAAAAABXI/qrukMc_HqGc/s400/IMG_1557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548879334511874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he might have been more excited to see the animals on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnKheI5wPjo/Tq5IpzGQkNI/AAAAAAAABW8/SEjjfScEpUs/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnKheI5wPjo/Tq5IpzGQkNI/AAAAAAAABW8/SEjjfScEpUs/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548863834329298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he loved picking out some pumpkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Btffyk27jU/Tq5IpmbIeGI/AAAAAAAABWw/9Zyi4_1Zxso/s1600/IMG_1593.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Btffyk27jU/Tq5IpmbIeGI/AAAAAAAABWw/9Zyi4_1Zxso/s400/IMG_1593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548860432218210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhOSTEsHZ1o/Tq5G2N1IOQI/AAAAAAAABWk/xoMSXbTKV4w/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhOSTEsHZ1o/Tq5G2N1IOQI/AAAAAAAABWk/xoMSXbTKV4w/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546878145411330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a two weeks later we decided go to the bigger pumpkin patch in Kapolei as a family.  Ofa wen't there last year with his preschool but Maafu and I had never been.  And since kindergarten didn't go this year we decided we would go as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnW3hvPMIE/Tq5G18UvBwI/AAAAAAAABWY/c0j9ye3YxKg/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnW3hvPMIE/Tq5G18UvBwI/AAAAAAAABWY/c0j9ye3YxKg/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546873446139650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ofa was very concerned about the "sick" pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxQ0V-QF3HY/Tq5G0zZKDfI/AAAAAAAABWM/DkKBA3IFq5Q/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxQ0V-QF3HY/Tq5G0zZKDfI/AAAAAAAABWM/DkKBA3IFq5Q/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546853868899826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor loved picking up every pumpkin he saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsZxzKCYyFg/Tq5G0rfW3rI/AAAAAAAABWA/QjfSvP3yKSM/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsZxzKCYyFg/Tq5G0rfW3rI/AAAAAAAABWA/QjfSvP3yKSM/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546851747421874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very excited to be at the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great time.  Last minute and a little too hot and we were not prepared.  I need an umbrella and a wagon next time.  The pumpkins were not over priced either.  And we found out that you can pick a huge bucket of corn in the farm over all by your self for 10 bucks.  Next year we are doing that for sure!  Now its time to carve the pumpkins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8430885263910225309?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8430885263910225309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8430885263910225309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8430885263910225309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8430885263910225309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxkWa0_uBSQ/Tq5IrUPFFZI/AAAAAAAABXg/7ZXNpiylQf4/s72-c/IMG_1538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4299023363451207945</id><published>2011-10-09T21:25:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:56:19.921-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really October already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who wants to to help me find my brain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I drink besides tea, coffee, dr pepper or anything caffeinated for that matter to keep me awake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did the summer go?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did my baby become such a little man with an attitude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the 20 lbs I was supposed to lose by the end of summer still here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And How on earth am I supposed to do all I need to do before the end of this year?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh!  Ok but seriously I haven't lost my mind yet....but I'm close...very close.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I am reminiscing over happy thoughts.  This past week has been great as far as feeling I succeeded as a mother.  I have been able to do so much with my boys and I love that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpS1mLUHCfQ/TpKgTh-yJhI/AAAAAAAABV4/8aAjaBEXke8/s1600/DSCN0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpS1mLUHCfQ/TpKgTh-yJhI/AAAAAAAABV4/8aAjaBEXke8/s400/DSCN0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661763938957796882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to Love where I live! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9kua4TT2lI/TpKgTU8E7XI/AAAAAAAABVw/1q_cBWUSNPQ/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9kua4TT2lI/TpKgTU8E7XI/AAAAAAAABVw/1q_cBWUSNPQ/s400/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661763935456783730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And fun pool parties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPBHSv4vHZA/TpKgTLtg3EI/AAAAAAAABVo/Mvt28G4c-h8/s1600/DSCN0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPBHSv4vHZA/TpKgTLtg3EI/AAAAAAAABVo/Mvt28G4c-h8/s400/DSCN0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661763932979780674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching the kids early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZOIzx260RM/TpKgS8duCQI/AAAAAAAABVg/vBwwUJPi2m0/s1600/DSCN0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZOIzx260RM/TpKgS8duCQI/AAAAAAAABVg/vBwwUJPi2m0/s400/DSCN0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661763928887003394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd say they take after me in so many ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is monday and this week is what I make it to be and how I feel about it is up to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I do have two questions....:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do kids ask for a drink of water before they go to bed?  I've never offered one to them at bed time before so how do all kids come up with the same excuse to prolong having to go to bed????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading this eye make up remover bottle...yeah I know I don't wear makeup much but decided to starting using the remover when I do since I have it...any way it says: to use around eye...on eye lid...safe for contact lens wearers etc...Then right under the warnings it says to avoid contact with eyes...Is that even possible with eye makeup remover?  Either way I'm sure it came in contact with my eye and i'm not any more blind than I already was...I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4299023363451207945?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4299023363451207945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4299023363451207945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4299023363451207945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4299023363451207945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-really-october-already.html' title='Is it really October already?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpS1mLUHCfQ/TpKgTh-yJhI/AAAAAAAABV4/8aAjaBEXke8/s72-c/DSCN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5056526239053118973</id><published>2011-09-07T21:51:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:14:44.697-10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hiking" in the "Wilderness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't have to work on Labor Day but Maafu did that early evening so we got a head start to our day and got out of bed early and took the kids for a "hike".  We parked by Kawela bay (sp?) area and ventured off into the bushes.  already plenty people at the beach but we just stayed on the horse path and enjoyed the beautiful walk through the trees.  It wasn't hot and plenty of shade.  The kids loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEozr1Vu2_M/Tmh1Ve4DnCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Xc2Mg14sxlY/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEozr1Vu2_M/Tmh1Ve4DnCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Xc2Mg14sxlY/s400/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649894744462171170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ofa kept telling me to get out of the scary tree!  but he got used to it after a while.  There was a breeze too and so the branches would move and he thought that was "scary".  but he was excited at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkl_zSQ94Ro/Tmh1VImIJQI/AAAAAAAABVI/PsITGs2SNxE/s1600/IMG_1468.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkl_zSQ94Ro/Tmh1VImIJQI/AAAAAAAABVI/PsITGs2SNxE/s1600/IMG_1468.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkl_zSQ94Ro/Tmh1VImIJQI/AAAAAAAABVI/PsITGs2SNxE/s400/IMG_1468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649894738481390850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3rpwWNrwa0/Tmh1UkwZgyI/AAAAAAAABVA/YxZdhiU7Q2Q/s1600/IMG_1418.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3rpwWNrwa0/Tmh1UkwZgyI/AAAAAAAABVA/YxZdhiU7Q2Q/s400/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649894728860795682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFZsZqH0HMA/Tmh1UWjo2-I/AAAAAAAABU4/Bt1p1W0jKrk/s1600/IMG_1436.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFZsZqH0HMA/Tmh1UWjo2-I/AAAAAAAABU4/Bt1p1W0jKrk/s400/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649894725049179106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor just pretty much took off to where ever he pleased pointing and squatting to see things closer.  That boy is getting just too independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5056526239053118973?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5056526239053118973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5056526239053118973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5056526239053118973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5056526239053118973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiking-in-wilderness.html' title='&quot;Hiking&quot; in the &quot;Wilderness&quot;'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEozr1Vu2_M/Tmh1Ve4DnCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Xc2Mg14sxlY/s72-c/IMG_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2451401090538307662</id><published>2011-09-04T21:19:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:52:06.028-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Trevor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; independent right now.  He wants to do everything by himself and gets quite upset when we try to help him.  Especially when eating.  And he loves trying to use utensils.  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luquMTuweYQ/TmR5MMqaRVI/AAAAAAAABUw/K9PZwsy8oLk/s1600/IMG_1349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luquMTuweYQ/TmR5MMqaRVI/AAAAAAAABUw/K9PZwsy8oLk/s400/IMG_1349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648773083093943634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; went to a new dentist this last week.   We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; took him to an pediatric dentist who's office was full of kid friendly stuff...too much stuff...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; would freak out cause he had to look at everything and couldn't focus on what was going on.  So I talked to my dentist (new to me too) and they agreed to work with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXXAmDAM7bw/TmR4XiyzgbI/AAAAAAAABUo/78kQ7bsDsN0/s1600/IMG_1341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXXAmDAM7bw/TmR4XiyzgbI/AAAAAAAABUo/78kQ7bsDsN0/s400/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648772178501665202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; and I have been reading kids books about loose teeth (he's had one for two months now but won't let me touch it) and going to the dentist.  We were prepared and got him excited about going!  He has never had x-rays in the past and his visits were always short due to freaking out.  Surprisingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; had a blast.  He let them clean all his teeth and I think the lady was great about talking to him and keeping his attention what she was doing.  I know if we hadn't been reading about it he would not have done this well.  My only worry is this.  He got x-rays for the first time and I knew he had to have cavities since brushing his teeth has been a nightmare up until a year ago.  And he has been talking about a tooth when he eats that he says hurts.  So yep..he has SIX cavities.  Fun...  All last week after his appointment he would tell me he loves the dentist and shout "LOOK MOMMY!  The Dentist! " every time we drove by.  at the end of this month he's getting half filled and then the other half next month.  I have a feeling he won't be loving the dentist anymore after that.  We have to drug him to make it even possible.  or go to an oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt;.  No way would he cooperate.  I cannot prepare him for shots and teeth drilling.  He just won't understand.  So I'm probably not going to tell him.  I'm going to give him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and hope he passes out before we even get to the office.  I'm terrified not knowing how long it will last with him.  (it affects kids differently).  And I have to prepare for him recovering for the rest of the day too.  Its going to be interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for sure.  I hope he has no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;recollection&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;appointments&lt;/span&gt; for all our sake!   Other than that I'm so proud of him for the huge changes he has made in the last year.  He now for the most part doesn't fight us when we help him brush his teeth each day and since his appointment he even lets me help him floss...well most of the time.  we get 2-3 days in a week so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a huge improvement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later that night Daddy brought home a surprise!  All the smurf figures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;.   They usually give my hubby the display toys when the new stuff comes it.  The smurfs are cute.  I just have to scrub the sticky stuff off the back that attached them to the display.  But I like these compared to all the others he brought home.  every week I go through toys and toss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; toys...much of which were happy meal toys my hubby brought home.  They are fun for a while but some times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of having 20 blinking shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;key chains&lt;/span&gt; on the floor for me to step on! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjtvz1AuwFQ/TmR4Xbr1keI/AAAAAAAABUg/894DXl_K3aQ/s1600/IMG_1339.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjtvz1AuwFQ/TmR4Xbr1keI/AAAAAAAABUg/894DXl_K3aQ/s400/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648772176593392098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and we have about 15 coco cola glasses now too!  all the different colors.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; brought home one almost everyday.  He thought they were cool.  They are nice but they don't stack as nicely as my other cups.  Its fun though when Maafu brings us treats.  I feel like I don't have to buy my kids any toys!  Now I just got to get him to stop bringing home the left over apple pies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2451401090538307662?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2451401090538307662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2451401090538307662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2451401090538307662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2451401090538307662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luquMTuweYQ/TmR5MMqaRVI/AAAAAAAABUw/K9PZwsy8oLk/s72-c/IMG_1349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8971235129937472761</id><published>2011-08-19T22:14:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:30:37.781-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well August 7t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aloi&lt;/span&gt; went home to New Zealand.  As soon as she got home she said she missed Hawaii.  And I believe she just sent her oldest daughter off on her mission to S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LC&lt;/span&gt; a week after she left here.  We've all been busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made one last trip to the swap meet before she left and took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scenic&lt;/span&gt; drive home so that we could go up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pali&lt;/span&gt; Look Out.  It was one of those windy days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNQ8xbwjt0I/Tk9tXOrAWwI/AAAAAAAABUY/dRY713B9mPo/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNQ8xbwjt0I/Tk9tXOrAWwI/AAAAAAAABUY/dRY713B9mPo/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642849103961414402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still trying to get my house in order.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so proud of him.  Trevor started up again at Early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Head start&lt;/span&gt; and is becoming so independent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly we had some of friends move last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.  We wish we could have done more with them while they lived here but I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life.  I need to try to visit friends more.  They moved last minute with a change in schools so we were sad to say good bye.  I hope they come visit us in Tonga some day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b06MyQtAe4/Tk9tW8hYdEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZUnnlyUhc0k/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b06MyQtAe4/Tk9tW8hYdEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZUnnlyUhc0k/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642849099089212482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; Matt and Amy!  We miss you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that I'm just trying to loose a lot of weight that I put on this last month and trying to get active again.  I'm just so tired and have had a few down days in the last month so I'm trying to get that under control.    Just keeping busy helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; with their homework each day and trying to keep up with my two attentive boys.  But I'm one lucky girl to have such wonderful people around me and a great husband and beautiful kids to lift me up! Life is Good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8971235129937472761?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8971235129937472761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8971235129937472761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8971235129937472761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8971235129937472761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/visits.html' title='Visits'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNQ8xbwjt0I/Tk9tXOrAWwI/AAAAAAAABUY/dRY713B9mPo/s72-c/IMG_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1787587435941359887</id><published>2011-07-20T21:51:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:30:31.734-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind...</title><content type='html'>It really has been quite a last few weeks. I'm glad though because it keeps me busy and my mind on more pleasant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really trying to make Ofa eat what I give him for his meals. He kicked and screamed as I put him back on the chair and I said "don't get down till you eat it all gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysumPqH_I1s/TifdQuKeVtI/AAAAAAAABUI/OlulX_5l9tA/s1600/DSCN9026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631713138389702354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysumPqH_I1s/TifdQuKeVtI/AAAAAAAABUI/OlulX_5l9tA/s400/DSCN9026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came back to him like this and though he was just being...well Ofa....so after he didn't respond to my saying his name I went around and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td5lFS_6kqU/TifdAc0ih_I/AAAAAAAABUA/4GPcRiABSZ8/s1600/DSCN9027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631712858856392690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td5lFS_6kqU/TifdAc0ih_I/AAAAAAAABUA/4GPcRiABSZ8/s400/DSCN9027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a few minutes he was out! sleeping away with his head on the table. He must have been really tired...or what I think more is that he was just being determined not to eat his food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5NTZ8VWwVU/Tifc_dpbP6I/AAAAAAAABT4/RXNhHh_YFP0/s1600/DSCN9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631712841898344354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5NTZ8VWwVU/Tifc_dpbP6I/AAAAAAAABT4/RXNhHh_YFP0/s400/DSCN9059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cousin Lotomaa is here from NZ with her mom Aunty Sia. Maa is going to be attending BYUH and we are so excited for her. She is a very sweet good girl. Last time I saw her was over 5 years ago in Tonga. She is very talented and I'm so glad she is close to our family. The Picture above is us at our 4th of July BBQ at the Beach day. We had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUBIZctCyV8/Tifc-2M6RmI/AAAAAAAABTw/lyP7UhdFtbs/s1600/DSCN9089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631712831309760098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUBIZctCyV8/Tifc-2M6RmI/AAAAAAAABTw/lyP7UhdFtbs/s400/DSCN9089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Maafu and his Aunty Sia. Sia is my favorite of Maafu's three aunts on his Dad's side. She knows a lot about Maafu and his Mom who died when he was a baby. I enjoy talking to her about family history and admire her being such a good woman. I'm learning to cook from her while she has been here. I've gained about 10 lbs in the last month because she just makes really comforting food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UENkV_Bh4WM/Tifc-CX8hsI/AAAAAAAABTo/5dYLA_8gJ9o/s1600/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631712817397401282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UENkV_Bh4WM/Tifc-CX8hsI/AAAAAAAABTo/5dYLA_8gJ9o/s400/IMG_0923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Maafu and Maa representing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mG4Ao_4z6CE/Tifc9oI50SI/AAAAAAAABTg/f5TPVlXxjno/s1600/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631712810354987298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mG4Ao_4z6CE/Tifc9oI50SI/AAAAAAAABTg/f5TPVlXxjno/s400/IMG_0984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly we had a Primary activity at the temple grounds this past Saturday. My second counselor planned it all and it was great. Complete with shaved Ice in the parking lot afterwards. I love being at the temple and its grounds. It brings me closer to my Heavenly Father and I love that my children to get to see the Temple so often and have it a part of their lives. Its a huge blessing in our life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that kind of sums it up. Work has been crazy this whole month and our house has been full and lots of eating and visiting going on. My aunty loves to cook and is always cleaning. I feel spoiled but she tells me to rest and spend time with the kids. Its a huge blessing having her here. She is a great example to me. Maafu has been working hard and also going to school on BYUH online. Its going well but I feel I never get to see him. Its temporary I know but I hope I make it through this year. Each month is getting a bit better. Life is good and I am very very blessed. I have just about the greatest family I could ever hope for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1787587435941359887?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1787587435941359887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1787587435941359887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1787587435941359887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1787587435941359887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/behind.html' title='Behind...'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysumPqH_I1s/TifdQuKeVtI/AAAAAAAABUI/OlulX_5l9tA/s72-c/DSCN9026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4250280554632213693</id><published>2011-07-06T07:40:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:50:31.283-10:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep its been 6 years! On this day 6 years ago I was sealed to my hubby for time and all eternity. Sometimes it seems like yesterday and then again sometimes it seems like forever ago. And really 6 years is not that long. But I can't wait to spend the next 6 years and many many more with my wonderful man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have moved a lot in the last 6 years, had two beautiful boys, started going back to school, but most importantly we have grown closer through our life together. It hasn't been easy but if I'm going to battle through trials then I am so glad that I get to fight them along side my better half!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofa lahi atu aupito Maafu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been and still are the best husband a girl could have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so lucky to have you and look forward to the rest of our life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4250280554632213693?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4250280554632213693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4250280554632213693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4250280554632213693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4250280554632213693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-years-and-counting.html' title='6 Years and counting'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3459024176431906345</id><published>2011-07-01T11:17:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:37:12.598-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK everyone knows I'm a chocoholic. So much that two years ago I had to take some big steps to back off because stress and chocolate do bad things to me. But after a little "rehab" I've got it under control.....kind of..... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zM4yc7hka0/Tg46_9l5DLI/AAAAAAAABTY/ceEJeOzkkcA/s1600/DSCN9023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zM4yc7hka0/Tg46_9l5DLI/AAAAAAAABTY/ceEJeOzkkcA/s400/DSCN9023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624497855171988658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family from New Zealand are in town and well, lets just say they love me so much! :)  I can hardly contain my excitement despite feeling like crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling really under the weather this last week and also have a nasty cold that I'm trying to keep from turning into something more.  Its in my lungs already and I'm fighting as much as possible.  I'm craving chocolate and well I believe when you are sick you body craves what it needs.  In moderation of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IZrg-cUYM/Tg46_tBUspI/AAAAAAAABTQ/oxgyuTsarI4/s1600/DSCN9019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IZrg-cUYM/Tg46_tBUspI/AAAAAAAABTQ/oxgyuTsarI4/s1600/DSCN9019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IZrg-cUYM/Tg46_tBUspI/AAAAAAAABTQ/oxgyuTsarI4/s400/DSCN9019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624497850723644050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be good for a few months ya think?  lol...I'll share my wealth I'm sure.  I'm not that selfish.  Cadbury Chocolate from NZ/Australia is the Bomb!  You would think it would taste the same as it does here but nope!  Very different and very yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maafu's brothers and sister made sure to send him about 10 cubs of butter!  Here's he is showing off some for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htqSaz3-tPg/Tg46_RNBpQI/AAAAAAAABTI/tlajnzyUvBw/s1600/DSCN9022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htqSaz3-tPg/Tg46_RNBpQI/AAAAAAAABTI/tlajnzyUvBw/s400/DSCN9022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624497843256534274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but New Zealand/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; butter just tastes so dang good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butter and Chocolate makes my world go round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3459024176431906345?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3459024176431906345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3459024176431906345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3459024176431906345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3459024176431906345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/chocolate-bliss.html' title='Chocolate Bliss!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zM4yc7hka0/Tg46_9l5DLI/AAAAAAAABTY/ceEJeOzkkcA/s72-c/DSCN9023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5230732594235547913</id><published>2011-06-17T14:57:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:10:24.474-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Truckers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I was told I was beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By a delivery truck driver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of all the fast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pidgin&lt;/span&gt; talk I couldn't understand he picked up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plumeria&lt;/span&gt; flower in the parking lot and told me to put it in my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"see! now ya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;evn&lt;/span&gt; more beautiful. you husband is a very lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was delivering a pallet of printers to my office from a large truck. He even took each one of the 10 printers off the pallet and put them in my office for me even though his instructions were to just deliver to the door of the building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't help but be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; as I was in no mood to carry each one into my office myself. They were not heavy but the boxes were large and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had to be the nicest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; trucker I've met. And I've met a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes...my husband is lucky to have me..and I'm just as lucky to have him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are a good team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucky to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mister truck driver for reminding me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5230732594235547913?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5230732594235547913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5230732594235547913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5230732594235547913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5230732594235547913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/hawaiian-truckers.html' title='Hawaiian Truckers!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7140116493504478672</id><published>2011-06-05T19:50:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:09:50.658-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah and Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today has been one of those down days.  I am doing better but emotionally I feel a wreck and I don't know why.  Its been very frustrating the last few hours.  Something that makes me feel a bit better though is looking at pictures of my kids and husband.  I find it brings in happy thoughts and really helps as I'm trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to change my feelings to good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are two that made my just smile:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We like going to take strolls in malls for some reason.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaneohe&lt;/span&gt; mall is one of our faves as it has a lot of great little shops and a Pet Store!  The kids love it and its well worth the time we spend there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9RVzJ5nsA/TexrqvT-d7I/AAAAAAAABTA/wQJiYtU45gY/s1600/IMG_0591.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9RVzJ5nsA/TexrqvT-d7I/AAAAAAAABTA/wQJiYtU45gY/s400/IMG_0591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614981217423095730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jooh5FmOuvI/TexrqZiKG_I/AAAAAAAABS4/HB1EPDaP_ug/s1600/IMG_0607.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jooh5FmOuvI/TexrqZiKG_I/AAAAAAAABS4/HB1EPDaP_ug/s400/IMG_0607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614981211576998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right near the pet store is a play area for young kids.  Both our boys love it.  And whats better is there is a carnival candy cart right next to it.  I am craving right this very moment some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; glazed pecans and cotton candy!  :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my husband didn't have to work so much so we could do more as a family.  I know that life is hard, I know that our situation right now is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that with the right attitude and prayer that good things will come from the sacrifices we are making.  I just need to get over this and stop feeling so helpless.   I'm so thankful for my blessings in this life, especially today I feel so very thankful for my husband.  I hope this week brings great things.  Monday is a new day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7140116493504478672?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7140116493504478672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7140116493504478672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7140116493504478672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7140116493504478672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/blah-and-happy.html' title='Blah and Happy'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9RVzJ5nsA/TexrqvT-d7I/AAAAAAAABTA/wQJiYtU45gY/s72-c/IMG_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2293187466355245916</id><published>2011-05-22T20:54:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:13:01.010-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment with boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was watering the plants.....Trevor decided to do some body art!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZN6JFHaVkY/TdoFeDpIOiI/AAAAAAAABSs/EgV-lBDGeW0/s1600/IMG_0521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZN6JFHaVkY/TdoFeDpIOiI/AAAAAAAABSs/EgV-lBDGeW0/s400/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609802299775400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And get a drink or two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNFt2Whud8U/TdoFdhhJC8I/AAAAAAAABSk/e91kK7AhPl4/s1600/IMG_0531.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNFt2Whud8U/TdoFdhhJC8I/AAAAAAAABSk/e91kK7AhPl4/s400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609802290615094210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy was talking to someone in the hallway after sacrament meeting at church last sunday...Trevor went MIA......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothin more fun than playing in a gutter pouring out water into a big puddle!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo9huIKpDJk/TdoFdYv7rzI/AAAAAAAABSc/IGEQeT-tZNU/s1600/IMG_0567.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo9huIKpDJk/TdoFdYv7rzI/AAAAAAAABSc/IGEQeT-tZNU/s400/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609802288261214002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the mini waterfall off the roof top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JrqH1yHn_Ow/TdoFdFre7EI/AAAAAAAABSU/Cz5zj2Px8MY/s1600/IMG_0569.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JrqH1yHn_Ow/TdoFdFre7EI/AAAAAAAABSU/Cz5zj2Px8MY/s400/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609802283142278210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ...... yeah he had to go home early!&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/2172720257316356138-2293187466355245916?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2293187466355245916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2293187466355245916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2293187466355245916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2293187466355245916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-dull-moment-with-boys.html' title='Never a dull moment with boys!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZN6JFHaVkY/TdoFeDpIOiI/AAAAAAAABSs/EgV-lBDGeW0/s72-c/IMG_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3515755999217323120</id><published>2011-05-13T07:26:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T07:42:16.048-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It took WAY too long to get this on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vaonukonuka &lt;/span&gt;blog, but considering my many moments of unmotivatedness it took longer than I wanted. I had it all written up, I was just too lazy to copy and paste it on &lt;a href="http://vaonukonuka.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! If you care to read about my last trip to Tonga then feel free. It really is a window to my other life. A diary kind of. Every time I travel there I write what I do each day. Not a ton of detail but enough to keep my feelings at bay so that I don't forget my experiences over time. Sorry no pictures this time. Our camera broke then and we still haven't replaced it. I didn't include all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu's&lt;/span&gt; experiences, his were much more important and he was ALWAYS busy taking care of family. I can't even b&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;egin&lt;/span&gt; to try to describe his role but none the less...this will keep my heart satisfied as I am torn between two homes. Where I live now....and where I really feel we should be living. I'm sure that day will come...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; then I am just trying to love every moment of my life and each new adventure that comes my way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3515755999217323120?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3515755999217323120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3515755999217323120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3515755999217323120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3515755999217323120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-took-way-too-long-to-get-this-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8978565479411804147</id><published>2011-05-10T20:34:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:02:30.609-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruts!</title><content type='html'>Any one ever get stuck in a rut?  I mean over and over again?  I'm seriously thinking of getting medical help because I get in these depression ruts for about two to three days.  I've been battling them out...I have to...I'm a mom...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; worried because it keeps happening. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; get to a point where I don't want to do any thing.  My body gets heavy and I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; tired.  I thought it was fatigue but I'm thinking now its not.  Ever since I came back from Tonga in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; this has been happening about every two weeks for a few days.  I'm irritable, don't want to eat anything but chocolate and that just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plummets&lt;/span&gt; my sugar even lower so I feel even more miserable.  I am comfortable talking about it.  I don't feel worthless or want to do crazy things..yet, but I've had loads of tests done and nothing physically is wrong with me.  How do I get out of this?  Maybe its because I am basically parenting by my self now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; works nights.  I realize this is only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm OK with it.  I still get my time to see him.  So why do I feel so lousy?  The only time I have ever felt like this was for months and it was during pregnancy and post pregnancy.  And I am neither right now.  Believe me. I've taken many tests..both urine and blood so its not that!  Should I go see a psychologist? I have talked to some of my close friends, grandma, mom, bishop etc about it.  I just don't feel right when it happens and I feel like I have no control over how I feel emotionally and physically.  Am I going crazy?  Today was day two of an episode.  I feel better already but seriously...what do I do?  My mom says maybe there is something from my past unresolved that is finally getting to me.....I can't think of anything.  Or maybe I'm too stressed out....nothing more than last year.  So what gives?  If any of you have experienced depression like this please give me advice.  I'm desperate to get back into my groove.  I want to feel myself again.  And I do for 13 days at a time but then I get two or three days of this and it sets me back so much and I hate how I am during it.  I want to just slap myself and wake up but I literally cant!  Sorry for such a personal post but I needed to get it out.  These last 5 months have been a drag!  And I'm ready to be over it already...what ever it is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On more exciting notes... I get go see some of my family next week!  I am going to Santa Clarita for a business meeting so I'm going a few days earlier with Trevor to visit Ventura for about two days since its only about an hour away!  I'm looking forward to some great mexican food and yummy treats!  As much as I love living in Hawaii.  I miss Ventura a lot and part of me wishes I could have a house there too!  If only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok time to sleep.  I'm going to go dream of healthy food since I've eaten about a whole back of chocolate chips today...(yeah I thought getting rid of candy would help but I got so desperate I opened up the baking goods!).  So I'm praying that some Pesto Pasta with chicken and mushrooms enters my thoughts soon and maybe a big spinach salad with feta cheese and cherry tomatoes!  And some lemonade!  Even though none of these ingredients are in my house hold at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night Blogging world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8978565479411804147?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8978565479411804147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8978565479411804147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8978565479411804147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8978565479411804147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/ruts.html' title='Ruts!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3682565328760606956</id><published>2011-05-09T07:35:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:40:23.466-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Norton Family Pertussis Interview</title><content type='html'>Last year I posted a lot about Pertussis. Maybe because I had a new baby and it scared me so much. And knowing the Norton family enough to have it hit me heavy. Please watch &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=15463472"&gt;this interview &lt;/a&gt;with KSL that was given with the Norton Family and their story with Pertussis. I can't stress enough the importance of vaccinating yourself against this deadly disease especially if you have a baby or are one who is around babies a lot. If you care enough about them please get your booster shot and protect thier little lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3682565328760606956?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3682565328760606956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3682565328760606956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3682565328760606956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3682565328760606956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-year-i-posted-lot-about-pertussis.html' title='Norton Family Pertussis Interview'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6657974295434029995</id><published>2011-05-01T21:39:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:58:37.611-10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how 5 years came and went so fast. By far bringing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofahelotu&lt;/span&gt; into this world was beyond what I could have ever hoped for. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Miracles&lt;/span&gt; happened and I am so glad that in our favor he is here with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy so much. I cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; he is five already. He'll be starting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; this year with aides. I'm so proud of him and his accomplishments this last year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; these past few months. Life seems to be making sense finally in that complicated mind of his. He is talking more, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; he is fully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potty trained&lt;/span&gt; (except at night of course), and kind of learning to express his feelings. Academically he is soaring! I have been quite emotional lately about it actually. Just being able to have a conversation with him and see him really trying to think through what he is trying to say without getting too frustrated has made me so proud. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful for his wonderful teachers Ms Candi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mary Grace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haleiwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; School. Oh what I owe to these people. I used to blame myself. I used to think I could do it on my own. But now I don't. Now I see that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofahelotu&lt;/span&gt; is so special, so smart, and he just needed the support of those willing to help him learn in a way that worked for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one proud Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have our days full of scratches and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bruises&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I had taken the picture of his latest scratch from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; his eyelid to his ear and a few more in between. You'd think we beat him...or that he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;engaging&lt;/span&gt; in dog fights.... But alas it has almost healed and I'm sure we are do for another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have physically draining ordeals with this kid that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; put me in a sweat or acquire bruises of my own just to calm him down. I think he has enough energy to equal about 3 kids most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am so thankful for the quite moments when he is too not distracted and has the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to solve problems and really take in what is happening around him...when he is not pretending to be Optimus Prime in a raging battle between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Decepticons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Autobots&lt;/span&gt;. Or a giant Octopus eating a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gazillion&lt;/span&gt; fish! It's the more quite moments we have..often one on one that make me so proud to be his mother. I love boys. I love their energy. I wish I could have his energy. Wow what I could accomplish! I love that he plays crazily and gets so excited about simple things. I love his imagination. It took me a while to really stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; to people for his behavior. Actually I'll admit I still do. But I'm not going to deny that I should NOT be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt;. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't want to change anything about him at this moment. He is who he is and I'm so blessed to be his mother. He is the sweetest little boy a mother could ask for. He is so loving and such a mommas boy. And he wants everyone around him to be just as happy and excited about life as he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OFAHELOTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0liTS6_pZk/Tb5gwx1NbsI/AAAAAAAABRU/WuPxHFeLIv4/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602021377621978818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0liTS6_pZk/Tb5gwx1NbsI/AAAAAAAABRU/WuPxHFeLIv4/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duX9MlZMHwg/Tb5gwmkxaaI/AAAAAAAABRM/r6OJw9Ql9hM/s1600/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602021374600243618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duX9MlZMHwg/Tb5gwmkxaaI/AAAAAAAABRM/r6OJw9Ql9hM/s400/IMG_0446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OkXCVMhij8M/Tb5gwQ1wGdI/AAAAAAAABRE/XN8DsZa99Tc/s1600/IMG_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602021368765880786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OkXCVMhij8M/Tb5gwQ1wGdI/AAAAAAAABRE/XN8DsZa99Tc/s400/IMG_0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6657974295434029995?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6657974295434029995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6657974295434029995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6657974295434029995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6657974295434029995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-my-child.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0liTS6_pZk/Tb5gwx1NbsI/AAAAAAAABRU/WuPxHFeLIv4/s72-c/IMG_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8862881923960900843</id><published>2011-04-04T19:39:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:49:17.151-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Puaka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago we went to a new Denny's by the new Target!  I don't think we have been to a Denny's in the almost 6 years we have been married.  It wasn't bad and we were all starving as it was around 10:00am.  Maafu also ordered a side of Pancakes for him and Trevor to share.  Trevor pretty much took care of the deal.  He LOVES to eat!  He will pretty much eat anything and acts like he is hungry all the time.  And I know he's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64JXgUKYP7o/TZqrtL7jlKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/e4AvNRDFAD8/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64JXgUKYP7o/TZqrtL7jlKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/e4AvNRDFAD8/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591970680118940834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8862881923960900843?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8862881923960900843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8862881923960900843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8862881923960900843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8862881923960900843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-puaka.html' title='My little Puaka!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64JXgUKYP7o/TZqrtL7jlKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/e4AvNRDFAD8/s72-c/IMG_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6432383993584989183</id><published>2011-04-01T18:53:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:01:53.917-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love when my boys get along....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiAgcKFRvXQ/TZaswjtDEWI/AAAAAAAABQU/22mp3woMFdI/s1600/downsized_0401111556-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiAgcKFRvXQ/TZaswjtDEWI/AAAAAAAABQU/22mp3woMFdI/s400/downsized_0401111556-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590845937644933474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and do the dishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope this will only last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure they will hate doing dishes in a few years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6432383993584989183?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6432383993584989183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6432383993584989183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6432383993584989183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6432383993584989183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys.html' title='Boys!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiAgcKFRvXQ/TZaswjtDEWI/AAAAAAAABQU/22mp3woMFdI/s72-c/downsized_0401111556-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7030283578088767146</id><published>2011-03-06T20:55:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:03:49.373-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Maafu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I'm posting this the night before because well I don't think I'll get it done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is 31 years old now.  Time really does fly!  What an amazing and adventurous life he has lived so far.  I'm so proud of his recent accomplishments and also so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; people in his life that raised him.  I'm really lucky that I get to have him in my life as my husband.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCSRbylrfvw/TXSBdbktXeI/AAAAAAAABQM/ijQJfVjWrXw/s1600/IMG_4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCSRbylrfvw/TXSBdbktXeI/AAAAAAAABQM/ijQJfVjWrXw/s400/IMG_4806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581228180836802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is a wonderful father and loves his boys so much.  With all that he is trying to accomplish this crazy year he really does still make time to be a great dad.  And yeah he is a pretty amazing husband too!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MAAFU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7030283578088767146?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7030283578088767146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7030283578088767146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7030283578088767146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7030283578088767146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-maafu.html' title='Happy Birthday Maafu!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCSRbylrfvw/TXSBdbktXeI/AAAAAAAABQM/ijQJfVjWrXw/s72-c/IMG_4806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1386606550624257327</id><published>2011-02-06T19:20:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:33:58.591-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One year ago today Trevor Taufa Toutai Latu-Vaki was born into our family!  Full of smiles and convincing everyone that he was the sweetest little being on earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-BizMXkyI/AAAAAAAABP8/gX5nt8rwzDs/s1600/downsized_0206111233c-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-BizMXkyI/AAAAAAAABP8/gX5nt8rwzDs/s400/downsized_0206111233c-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570813698938213154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he still is.  The funny thing is that he knows it....and knows how to use that to his advantage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-Bi1VT7-I/AAAAAAAABP0/4dSdr9ADmeA/s1600/feb%2B6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-Bi1VT7-I/AAAAAAAABP0/4dSdr9ADmeA/s400/feb%2B6-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570813699512594402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and me in our tauvala's for church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-Bio2EX2I/AAAAAAAABPs/isS6olGA8Q4/s1600/feb%2B6-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-Bio2EX2I/AAAAAAAABPs/isS6olGA8Q4/s400/feb%2B6-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570813696160325474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I'm all pooped out!  After destroying my very own cake and eating half of it I visited with some friends and played with some great presents from my mommy and daddy!   I didn't even take a nap today because I was having to much fun.  I didn't get fussy either.  I just zonked out with a bottle and called it a day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Trevor Taufa Toutai Latu-Vaki!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You are such a smiling light in our family!  We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1386606550624257327?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1386606550624257327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1386606550624257327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1386606550624257327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1386606550624257327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-im-one.html' title='Today I&apos;m ONE!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TU-BizMXkyI/AAAAAAAABP8/gX5nt8rwzDs/s72-c/downsized_0206111233c-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-810000152316131427</id><published>2011-01-19T08:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:41:17.929-10:00</updated><title type='text'>SIZZIX BIG SHOT GIVEAWAY!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this could make all my crafty dreams come true!  I really want to do everything that this girl does.  I admire her and her talents.  Check out this fabulous blog and enter the giveaway to win a Sizzix!  I want one so bad....someday. But seriously...look at her amazing stuff.  She is awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2011/01/shoe-sugar-month-day-12-sizzix-big-shot.html"&gt;Shoe Sugar Month: Day 13 SIZZIX BIG SHOT GIVEAWAY!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-810000152316131427?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2011/01/shoe-sugar-month-day-12-sizzix-big-shot.html' title='SIZZIX BIG SHOT GIVEAWAY!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/810000152316131427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=810000152316131427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/810000152316131427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/810000152316131427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sizzix-big-shot-giveaway.html' title='SIZZIX BIG SHOT GIVEAWAY!!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6266704999914078396</id><published>2011-01-11T20:56:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:03:26.629-10:00</updated><title type='text'>We've concluded he is part puppy dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TS1Q8Lw9h6I/AAAAAAAABPI/Hj70zoEgRZY/s1600/DSCN8951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TS1Q8Lw9h6I/AAAAAAAABPI/Hj70zoEgRZY/s400/DSCN8951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561190109752952738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; and trying to rip his stuffed animals, socks and blankets to shreds with his teeth we were a little worried.  But his begging has confirmed he has some K9 in him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy will eat anything.  Even if he has just downed his own large amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;, a cup of milk, a hand full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt; and a banana....He still comes and sits at my feet when I am eating licking his lips,  hanging his mouth open and making little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; noises.  You'd think we were starving him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but crack up.  I'm trying not to give in but he just to dang cute for words right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6266704999914078396?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6266704999914078396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6266704999914078396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6266704999914078396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6266704999914078396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/weve-concluded-he-is-part-puppy-dog.html' title='We&apos;ve concluded he is part puppy dog!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TS1Q8Lw9h6I/AAAAAAAABPI/Hj70zoEgRZY/s72-c/DSCN8951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-986639991955532075</id><published>2011-01-09T20:53:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:43:52.819-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this...I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is long.  If you don't like personal ramblings then you might as well skip it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so maybe I've had a feeling that this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe I was being prepared.  Or did I bring it on my self as my brain wants me to think.  I accepted a call last week and finally got it today.  I'm the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waialua&lt;/span&gt; Primary President.  &lt;div&gt;Yeah I know...Me?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole last week my brain has been in a battle of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what were you thinking / this is a good thing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having such harsh feelings against myself.  The title kind of freaks me out.  I've been in various presidencies...but not the president...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing I'm so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for is the power of prayer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I didn't feel like I was ready...but I always felt peace and hope as the day progressed.  I really do love primary.  I can have a talent of being very organized...If I had people to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delegate&lt;/span&gt; to.  I really have a lot of fun ideas...I just stumble over my words and actions as I try to make them happen.  I love to set goals and I learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much from these kids.  I didn't grow up going to church and primary.  I don't know primary songs except a few from the last few years.  So in a way I'm learning right there with them.  And I guess that is where I get stuck.  I always but the position on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt; thinking I would never be there because that person really has to have it together and be knowledgeable in what they are doing.  I personally feel I fall short of that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am determined to do my very best.  I know the Lord will bless me in my efforts.  I have faith that I cannot fail with him guiding me.  I just hope I always remember that as I go through this next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has started again for the kids.  Thank goodness.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; was about to loose it and so was I.  That boy needs CONSTANT Routine or we just are not very happy at all.  He seems happier already.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; just started a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BYUH&lt;/span&gt; online class and is starting next week two classes down at Leeward on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  And both of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;working full&lt;/span&gt; time.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again..Can I really do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But blessings have been wonderful.  We both work 5 mins from home.  The kids go to school really close.  We both wake up and get the kids ready for school,  I leave for work, the bus comes and gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; takes Trevor to School, He goes to school, gets home just in time for the bus to drop of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;.  They go get Trevor.  They spend time together with their dad.  I come home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; leaves for work and gets home around midnight!  Yeah we are crazy I know.  But we both get two days off out of the week and so we still get the weekend days together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maafu &lt;/span&gt;isn't always at leeward.  Three days of the week he is studying at home and he usually has time for an hour nap which he needs!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all this new craziness I've come to find out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; REALLY organized!  I have to be.  In order to make sure I have meals for my family ready to go and that my children get time with us as parents I have to do everything either with them or when they are asleep.  I made a chart to help us out with the things that fall behind.  Brushing our teeth twice a day is one of them.  I used little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;adhesives&lt;/span&gt; and that way at the end of each day I clear it and we start all over the next day.  I have one for our daily things and our monthly things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the small stuff I have on my own private list like budgeting, VT, Primary, self time (what is that?), meal planning, cleaning house, filling paperwork for Workers Comp, a very tight shopping schedule for lack of time and well..many things like most people have I'm sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I am determined NOT to let that make me a bad mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only time we fall behind is when we get sick.  So being healthy is a must for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we only have a few more years of this crazy go to school and work full time as parents, but its got to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with primary in the mix...I had to adjust a few things.  I stay up a little later, I take my two 10min breaks at work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;religiously&lt;/span&gt; so I can jot down notes and brainstorm.  I feel like a honey bee that never stops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what...I think I need this.  I think I'm learning something from all this....something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited about this year.  I have to save a ton of money for a family reunion by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; some how...but I really am excited because I feel like we can measure our goals by our planning. Oh wow I feel like I'm back in the school of education at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;BYUH&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this all sounds very tight but we make sure that we are making ALL of this a matter of prayer..ALL the time.  Its constantly changing...constantly evolving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know we are doing what is right because it is working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful for my supportive family and friends.  For those that really know me and understand me.  I'm so thankful for my husband who always is supportive in our craziness.  I know it is hard on him at times.  But I'm so proud of him and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; to go to school.  Many with his experiences would have given up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to my Father in Heaven.  Who amazes me with blessing everyday.  Constant encouragement from him to me.  Helping me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in myself when I'm feeling so inadequate and unsure of my self.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe things will always work out when you put your whole faith in him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm far from perfect.  and I guess everyone that holds any callings in our ward are.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; to help us strengthen our weaknesses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my welcome to the New Year!  I'm Ready and welcome you with open arms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-986639991955532075?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/986639991955532075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=986639991955532075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/986639991955532075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/986639991955532075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-do-thisi-think.html' title='I can do this...I think'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1809644763916675936</id><published>2011-01-08T22:51:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:27:38.495-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our new addition.....A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barfoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;long board&lt;/span&gt;!  The best there is out there!  (Ok we have had it a few months but I finally got a picture of it up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4cHbQTDI/AAAAAAAABPA/Z5Jxo7SM9Fc/s1600/DSCN8913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4cHbQTDI/AAAAAAAABPA/Z5Jxo7SM9Fc/s400/DSCN8913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560107639390620722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barfoot&lt;/span&gt; board was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stolen&lt;/span&gt; on our move here to Hawaii about three years ago.  It was such a love in my life.  I remember the day I first road it and the instant I had to have it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that one board I had Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barfoot&lt;/span&gt; only made two of.  It was very similar to its sister board that we have now but it was a few inches shorter and the trucks it had are now discontinued.  &lt;div&gt;I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; when I lost it to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt;.   I swear if I ever see it I will run and tackle who ever has it in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;.  And I can prove it is mine in every way because I knew that board like none other.  Not to mention some of the old school stickers on the bottom are now history.....ug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in a surf town.  At the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Peirpont&lt;/span&gt; only a handful of houses away from a good surf spot called dredge.  Besides wishing I had the guts to surf in that crazy ocean I was either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; on my bike or a skate board.  Long board skate boards of course.  We always had a few in our house right by the front door for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; usage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a junior in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt; in the market for a better board that had a deep carve and would go on forever with just a slight push. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my eye on a sector 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;long board&lt;/span&gt; in a local shop.  I saved up enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;house sitting&lt;/span&gt; money to finally buy it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was searching out JD in the Beach Hut on the corner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Peirpont&lt;/span&gt; and Seaward so that I could get my hands on it.  The sidewalks and closed road were busy with tents and people because of the current surf rodeo at the end of the street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right outside of the Beach Hut doors was a tent with some skate boards.  Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Barfoot&lt;/span&gt; himself was talking up a storm on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; his new board was.  I looked at it.  It was nice. Too long for me.  So he handed me a different one and said "try this out".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jumped on and it was love at first ride.  I had to have it.  And I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that day I had that board with me all the time while on the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Peirpont&lt;/span&gt;.  I even took it with me when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Hawaii.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; Jennilee had a board too and we would cruse over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chevron&lt;/span&gt; and sit on our boards talking story in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PCC&lt;/span&gt; parking lot with our Dr. Peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the memories.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduated my mom took my board home for me since I was off on another adventure to Tonga.  Not knowing I'd be changing my plans for my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get back on that board till after my son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; was born.  I was out of shape and a little wobbly...but I felt alive and it came with us as we moved around California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; gave it a try a few times but couldn't get the balance he needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funnily enough...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;long board&lt;/span&gt; skateboarder now.  He rides this baby more than I do!  He loves it.  And he is good!  Except that I have to scold him because he has done a few stupid moves that caused him to be in pain and I had to remind him that he is a father and skateboards can stop at a small pebble and send you flying...into the GROUND!  As much as I love skateboarding...I'm also very careful as we are not as young as we used to be and don't need to be getting injured to the point of not being able to work.  We have a family to take care of!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some more pictures of the beauty!  I'm in love with it.  Chuck was telling me of a new bamboo board he has.  I'm tempted......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4b8l5aHI/AAAAAAAABO4/QU0c-y6E3o0/s1600/DSCN8909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4b8l5aHI/AAAAAAAABO4/QU0c-y6E3o0/s400/DSCN8909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560107636482467954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4brfNvdI/AAAAAAAABOw/XGqFa6eo2KI/s1600/DSCN8908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4brfNvdI/AAAAAAAABOw/XGqFa6eo2KI/s400/DSCN8908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560107631891037650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4bZDHqUI/AAAAAAAABOo/UDzeS2fbhfc/s1600/DSCN8924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4bZDHqUI/AAAAAAAABOo/UDzeS2fbhfc/s400/DSCN8924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560107626941360450" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2172720257316356138-1809644763916675936?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1809644763916675936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1809644763916675936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1809644763916675936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1809644763916675936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TSl4cHbQTDI/AAAAAAAABPA/Z5Jxo7SM9Fc/s72-c/DSCN8913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-9189651521296964971</id><published>2011-01-07T08:04:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:16:22.840-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Baby!</title><content type='html'>OK I've go teeth marks all over my body....from my son!  I'm used to the chewing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnawing&lt;/span&gt; of teething babies but I swear this one year old is out to get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting with my feet up he comes and bits them, If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretching&lt;/span&gt; on the ground he charges at me and bites my stomach, He always gets my knees and most of all my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even held him away from me and he just has his mouth open like he wants to have a chomp at me and screams at me.  OK so its not like that all day long but I guess when his teeth really are hurting him that he goes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;berserk&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has some little blankets and stuffed animals that I now always carry with me for when this happens.  Its crazy.  He chomps on them and acts like he's going to rip it apart.  Then I resort to giving him crushed Ice in a wash cloth.  That usually does the trick but I'm not always near Ice so my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt; get the beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bit so hard that I thought there was skin missing one time.  I'm not the swearing type but usually it hurts bad enough to have one slip out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; says he is part cannibal.  And you don't have to go that many generations back in Tonga to when that was normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have a teething baby/toddler that likes to REALLY bite you?  I mean like really for the sake of his teeth not just for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; like they do to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start wearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; pads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-9189651521296964971?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9189651521296964971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=9189651521296964971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9189651521296964971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9189651521296964971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/vampire-baby.html' title='Vampire Baby!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-469050249572775190</id><published>2011-01-04T07:32:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:01:32.680-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what Doctor?</title><content type='html'>Herpangina everyone!  We got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a gross post but very interesting.  Forgive me but the medical influence in my family has made me find certain things facinating.  Especially when I learn about a new sickness or disease I haven't had yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't care to learn about Herpangina then skip this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Trevor to the doctor yesterday because he has had a high fever for the last 3 days that just wouldn't let up.  Maafu and I haven't been feeling well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor just got over having an ear infection so I thought maybe it just came back.  Nope.  He has Herpangina! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that doesn't sound right."  The doctor said.  "But thats what its called."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if there was a more common name used like you know the flu for influenza etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said just call it sores in the throat &amp;amp; mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its basically coldsores in the back of the throat and you get flu like sympotms like sore throat, high fever, loss of appetite, have to use the bathroom a lot and an upset stomach.  Infact I've heard lately a lot of kids in our church have been having these sympotms.  I bet this is what it was and not the flu.  Its usually passed through children mostly but adults (particularly parents) can get it too!  Like me and Maafu!  FUN!  Don't worry friends that I've been in contact with the last few days.  Its only passed through saliva and poop so I think your safe.  I got it because my 11 month old has been slobbering all over me! So we are washing our hands ALOT!  Ofa has no symptoms yet so thats good.  Should only last for a week in each of us.  Doctor says it's going around and lots of kids have been coming in with it.  JOY!   And its a virus so you just got to let it run its course.  FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side....Drinking cold beverages, especially milk and eating ice cream is recomended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't get that advice when I'm sick so thats a plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sick days to all of you during this winter season.  Not really but I'm trying to stay positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do live in hawaii and your child or you gets flu symptoms...just know it might not be the flu...It could be the Herpangina Virus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-469050249572775190?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/469050249572775190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=469050249572775190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/469050249572775190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/469050249572775190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what-doctor.html' title='Say what Doctor?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2570273945975883140</id><published>2010-12-29T07:36:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:48:52.371-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trevor Lahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today you would have been 29 years old.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad thought for me because that means I'm almost 28!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time has flown by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are not counting years anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are in a peaceful place continuing to do the Work of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the first grandchild,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first great grandchild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like me you could have been our mothers brother and our grandmothers child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hard sometimes trying to figure out if we where the oldest or or the youngest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked up to you in many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also learned from your mistakes...so I did not repeat them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for getting in trouble so much.  It helped me stay out of it!........Kind of..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; big brother you were.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for making me tough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For driving me crazy like big brothers should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew you would never let anyone hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your life is one I still celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I share it with my children....even though they still don't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they know your face in the pictures I have of you in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are smiling down on us in this earthly state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are hoping that our Mother, our brothers and sister and I are making better decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you want our father to learn more of the Gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you had a lot of things that you wanted to do in your short lived life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know you are Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Happy Birthday Big Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sure were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; when you were in my earthly life!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet you again and see how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; you still are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2570273945975883140?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2570273945975883140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2570273945975883140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2570273945975883140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2570273945975883140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-trevor-lahi.html' title='Happy Birthday Trevor Lahi'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6060294584712127258</id><published>2010-12-24T13:10:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:23:56.568-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Left Till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tis the Season for fuzzy Socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRUpGc8XD2I/AAAAAAAABOc/t9ZpcFskFH0/s1600/DSCN8867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554390906256691042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRUpGc8XD2I/AAAAAAAABOc/t9ZpcFskFH0/s400/DSCN8867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kilisimasi Fiefia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mele Kalikimaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6060294584712127258?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6060294584712127258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6060294584712127258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6060294584712127258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6060294584712127258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-day-left-till-christmas.html' title='One Day Left Till Christmas!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRUpGc8XD2I/AAAAAAAABOc/t9ZpcFskFH0/s72-c/DSCN8867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4020754379816652672</id><published>2010-12-21T22:47:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:57:03.635-10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days Till Christmas!!!!............I'm really excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so is this guy I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRG7lQ-C09I/AAAAAAAABOM/adsH-fYOxFc/s1600/DSCN8861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553426064409285586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRG7lQ-C09I/AAAAAAAABOM/adsH-fYOxFc/s400/DSCN8861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been a challenge for me to be by my self five nights a week with the kids.  Crazily enough I seem to get more done.   Kind of.  This alone time with my boys is sometimes really hard, and some times really great.  Today &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; helped me wash the dishes.  Then he wanted to help me finish my peanut butterballs.....with every other one going into his mouth.  I swear he ate half of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRG7lIMQ6AI/AAAAAAAABOE/L35M5-3pKQk/s1600/DSCN8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553426062053009410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRG7lIMQ6AI/AAAAAAAABOE/L35M5-3pKQk/s400/DSCN8863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; balls and now I got to finish coating the cookie dough balls.  And make a better fudge recipe because I don't like the one I did on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  Not to mention bake an apple and pumpkin pie by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm going to be really busy!  But I love baking!  It just takes a little longer when you have four extra hands wanting to help and get in the action too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for sweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stealing a nick name from a friend who today told me I really am the sugar plum fairy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know anything about me and my up bringing then you would know that this fits me perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4020754379816652672?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4020754379816652672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4020754379816652672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4020754379816652672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4020754379816652672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-days-till-christmasim-really-excited.html' title='4 Days Till Christmas!!!!............I&apos;m really excited!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TRG7lQ-C09I/AAAAAAAABOM/adsH-fYOxFc/s72-c/DSCN8861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-641785094854739162</id><published>2010-12-19T17:19:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:30:13.542-10:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days till Christmas..........Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether or not you agree with me I don't really care.  I have great looking boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they make me smile when I really need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQ7Lya0mzAI/AAAAAAAABN8/SP0hK53RqMI/s1600/DSCN8853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552599457648266242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQ7Lya0mzAI/AAAAAAAABN8/SP0hK53RqMI/s400/DSCN8853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQ7LyJEcmnI/AAAAAAAABN0/GCCjvd22JYk/s1600/DSCN8854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552599452882868850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQ7LyJEcmnI/AAAAAAAABN0/GCCjvd22JYk/s400/DSCN8854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2172720257316356138-641785094854739162?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/641785094854739162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=641785094854739162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/641785094854739162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/641785094854739162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/6-days-till-christmasboys.html' title='6 Days till Christmas..........Boys!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQ7Lya0mzAI/AAAAAAAABN8/SP0hK53RqMI/s72-c/DSCN8853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7523655227720963794</id><published>2010-12-18T21:48:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:58:48.290-10:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days till Christmas!  or is it 7?</title><content type='html'>OK so I'm confused.  Do you count in the day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; when counting down to Christmas day?  I guess it really should be 7 but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a blast!  I slept in, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; watched the kids so I could go do some baking with a friend and then he came and joined us.  Kristen and I made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt; with different flavored &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnache&lt;/span&gt; and also candy balls like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;, peanut butter and cookie dough.  Oh and some fudge.  Yeah we got carried away and didn't fully finish coating all the candy but still had fun catching up and letting the kids run around and have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; over did it though.  We were supposed to go to our ward party tonight but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; has been coughing all day and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; had to work tonight too.  I didn't feel like managing the kids by my self at the party.  I was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and wanted to go home.  And by the time we got home, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; had a fever.  He seems fine but its good we came home.  We watched a nativity video and spent time together which is really what we needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I took pictures of all our candy but I still have more to make....so next time!  For now I'm going to clean up my bedroom and wrap a few extra presents.  And some good sleep too I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7523655227720963794?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7523655227720963794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7523655227720963794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7523655227720963794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7523655227720963794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-days-till-christmas-or-is-it-7.html' title='8 Days till Christmas!  or is it 7?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8234303130263492849</id><published>2010-12-16T07:33:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:57:06.259-10:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days till Christmas.....................10 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Yep......Its that day again.  10 Years ago when Trevor Martin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wedemeyer&lt;/span&gt; was taken from my earthly life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed God, I even hated him one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now because of the understanding of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and my firm faith that Families can be together Forever, I have been given peace and joy beyond what I can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I will see my brother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we are able to have any of our earthly urges I might just punch him in the arm really hard a few times because he left so fast I couldn't get him back for some things he did.  We had a love hate brotherly sisterly relationship.  Constantly competing and literally breaking arms, fingers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ankles&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; my bones were the ones breaking but I did get him into trouble a lot!  But we also had a lot of fun exploring river bottoms, junk yards that said keep out, the coyote and mountain lion roamed foothills of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; in our back yard, and oh so many other things that life just would not have been exciting with out him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take him back in a heartbeat even if I knew he'd probably trip me while ridding our skateboards on purpose and I'd break my arm a 5t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will just have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; then I'm always going to tell all his crazy stories and make sure my children know as much as they can about their uncle Trevor who easily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stirred&lt;/span&gt; up the town on any given day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We miss you Trevor!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; we meet again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8234303130263492849?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8234303130263492849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8234303130263492849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8234303130263492849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8234303130263492849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/9-days-till-christmas10-years-ago.html' title='9 Days till Christmas.....................10 Years Ago'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5706317310506391516</id><published>2010-12-15T23:10:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:16:42.434-10:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we discovered mud for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQnYJVJs3dI/AAAAAAAABNs/7NDO-gPAp6k/s1600/DSCN8844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551205670519102930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQnYJVJs3dI/AAAAAAAABNs/7NDO-gPAp6k/s400/DSCN8844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that we have an ear infection and small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQnYJNqzl4I/AAAAAAAABNk/INdCYTpKkI8/s1600/DSCN8845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551205668510472066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQnYJNqzl4I/AAAAAAAABNk/INdCYTpKkI8/s400/DSCN8845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry,  in about two days he should be non contagious and a happy camper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to a long night ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5706317310506391516?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5706317310506391516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5706317310506391516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5706317310506391516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5706317310506391516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-days-till-christmas.html' title='10 days till Christmas!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQnYJVJs3dI/AAAAAAAABNs/7NDO-gPAp6k/s72-c/DSCN8844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2199543251147387169</id><published>2010-12-12T21:19:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:33:41.081-10:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12....busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whoops&lt;/span&gt; I missed two days. Seriously don't know how I did. Maybe because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; had no second to spare .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these two wont stop bugging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQXJY0M3xkI/AAAAAAAABNc/AXUjMPg5biw/s1600/DSCN8792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550063543970678338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQXJY0M3xkI/AAAAAAAABNc/AXUjMPg5biw/s400/DSCN8792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we went to see see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; before the parade.  His helpers weren't very nice after I told them I didn't want to buy a 5 dollar picture.  They were very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; in explaining the quality of the picture and that they are all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volunteers&lt;/span&gt;.  I found them quite annoying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; because I knew my kids would not hold still for a picture.  I just wanted them to get used to seeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;.  All the other paying families behind us in line seemed to turn up their noses.  Whats up with that?  I'm ashamed of those here in the North Shore with that type of attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a happier note.  We watched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haleiwa&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Parade.  I was freezing as our storm was still in the area and the wind chill was enough for me to wear a jacket and scarf!  I even hand socks on.  Yeah that tells me I'm a wimp and have been in the islands way too long.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; OK.  I don't want to be anywhere colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQXJYtmJybI/AAAAAAAABNU/UU-HkxHnP48/s1600/DSCN8829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550063542197668274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQXJYtmJybI/AAAAAAAABNU/UU-HkxHnP48/s400/DSCN8829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and to keep tracking.  I have 1 more week of this eating "diet" and I'm proud to say I've lost 10 lbs!  I might have to buy new clothes soon :)  but will probably just end up taking what I got in on my own machine.  But I feel great!  Its been hard work but I'm glad that I'm getting to my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2172720257316356138-2199543251147387169?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2199543251147387169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2199543251147387169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2199543251147387169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2199543251147387169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-12busy-weekend.html' title='December 12....busy weekend!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQXJY0M3xkI/AAAAAAAABNc/AXUjMPg5biw/s72-c/DSCN8792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5551111438764255740</id><published>2010-12-10T07:57:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:09:24.940-10:00</updated><title type='text'>December 9th..........Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQJqxYq9WBI/AAAAAAAABNM/S7t4ftYvr64/s1600/mud%252520volleyball%2525202002%252520wind%252520god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549115087542638610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQJqxYq9WBI/AAAAAAAABNM/S7t4ftYvr64/s400/mud%252520volleyball%2525202002%252520wind%252520god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so this post is late but I had no choice because my blogging time happened to be when the power went out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning was not winding but rainy. And as I had walked out to the car to go to work I realized that I had left my window down on the drivers side of our new car all night and it happened to also pour all night long. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; another story in itself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes Windy it was yesterday!  And all night.  This morning just rainy but wind is on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt;.  The power went out around 9:00 last night.  I latched shut all the windows and lit the candles.  The lightning was fantastic.  It lit up the whole house every 20 seconds.  The rain was intense too.  I felt like I was in Tonga again with my tin roof house in a hurricane.  It was pounding!  It came in waves of wind and rain.  Really strong for 20 m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ins&lt;/span&gt; then 10 m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ins&lt;/span&gt; of just rain and no wind.  Then it would start all over again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aeolus (Greek god of the 4 winds) must have been furious about something.  Or maybe three of his children Boreas, Zephyrus and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eurus&lt;/span&gt; were all fighting because the directions this windy weather went was all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Nature is so powerful.  I remember my small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; experience in Tonga and every tropical storm we have had here.  If you don't build your house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; the "rock", then you will be washed away!  Needless to say I didn't sleep much with four of us in one bed but the sound of the wind and rain was delightful to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5551111438764255740?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5551111438764255740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5551111438764255740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5551111438764255740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5551111438764255740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-9thwind.html' title='December 9th..........Wind'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQJqxYq9WBI/AAAAAAAABNM/S7t4ftYvr64/s72-c/mud%252520volleyball%2525202002%252520wind%252520god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8701558507371507649</id><published>2010-12-08T21:04:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:09:28.824-10:00</updated><title type='text'>December 8th - Old Pics</title><content type='html'>I love finding old pictures of my husband.  There really are not a lot still around that haven't been lost or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQB_nG-L8oI/AAAAAAAABNE/eG6uRhh4TEg/s1600/maafusii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548575050783519362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQB_nG-L8oI/AAAAAAAABNE/eG6uRhh4TEg/s400/maafusii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was such a cute kid.  (the one in the yellow if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; figure it out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8701558507371507649?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8701558507371507649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8701558507371507649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8701558507371507649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8701558507371507649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-8th-old-pics.html' title='December 8th - Old Pics'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TQB_nG-L8oI/AAAAAAAABNE/eG6uRhh4TEg/s72-c/maafusii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4110742507955193274</id><published>2010-12-07T22:16:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:42:09.978-10:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7th.........1941</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;I REMEMBER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I wasn't born yet but my father thank goodness is a history buff. I always did well in history except that I always mix up my dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway 69 years ago today the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. A day that will live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Infamy&lt;/span&gt; as they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly Americans are not required to know history as they should. I think it should be a law that if you are an American or want to immigrate to America that you need to take a few US history classes. The small amount of questions they ask are not enough in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; me while growing up by asking my friends when they would come over history &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trivia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Particularly&lt;/span&gt; December 7t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; was his favorite. He still when in a store on this day will tell a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cashier&lt;/span&gt; he'll give them a tip if they can tell him what happened on this day. He hasn't given many tips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;! I worry about the future of our children. Are we forgetting everything that this country has stood for and what billions have died for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October when my mom came I had a great date out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; for half a day at Pearl Harbor. We went to the Arizona memorial, the USS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bowfin&lt;/span&gt; and the Mighty Mo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; thought it was all pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great time pretending we were little kids and enjoying the learning experience. I have done it all a few times but really wanted to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt;. Just with out the kids so when we got the chance we jumped on it. I think its very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;informative&lt;/span&gt; and important. 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Yet he was really a perfect little angel after birth and I couldn't have asked for such a calm, easy little boy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK either he was lying from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; or he just learned way too much from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like he isn't my vampire anymore.  Those middle teeth are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bZQepVyI/AAAAAAAABMU/Yi2By4JgQh4/s1600/DSCN8724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bZQepVyI/AAAAAAAABMU/Yi2By4JgQh4/s400/DSCN8724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547831542957037346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A month ago he looked like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bY2YE3xI/AAAAAAAABMM/FnSj2Pk4LOQ/s1600/DSCN8648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bY2YE3xI/AAAAAAAABMM/FnSj2Pk4LOQ/s400/DSCN8648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547831535950159634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah he looks innocent enough huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bYjLNsWI/AAAAAAAABME/xXScFRaU7Bc/s1600/DSCN8649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bYjLNsWI/AAAAAAAABME/xXScFRaU7Bc/s400/DSCN8649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547831530795938146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well don't let that fool ya.  He is the youngest at his early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;head start&lt;/span&gt; day school and he is the fastest, loudest, and of course cutest that its hard to get mad at him little boy in that room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bYbmeOyI/AAAAAAAABL8/8ST-X0VqkCs/s1600/DSCN8634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bYbmeOyI/AAAAAAAABL8/8ST-X0VqkCs/s400/DSCN8634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547831528762784546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out world.  Trevor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taufa&lt;/span&gt; is on the move and wont hesitate to yell in your face and slap you around a little bit.  Literally!  .................He didn't get any of this from me or his father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3229979051111640063?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3229979051111640063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3229979051111640063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3229979051111640063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3229979051111640063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-of-december-10-months-old.html' title='Day 6 of December - 10 Months Old!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP3bZQepVyI/AAAAAAAABMU/Yi2By4JgQh4/s72-c/DSCN8724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2598475794828592229</id><published>2010-12-06T07:27:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:59:40.665-10:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day of December - New Milestones (late post)</title><content type='html'>Well we usually go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt; North Stake Center and watch the First Presidency Christmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Devotional&lt;/span&gt; then go to the Visitors Center on the first Sunday in December. We didn't make it to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devotional&lt;/span&gt;. We will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; watch it tonight on the computer instead. However we did make it to the Visitors Center right as the sun was setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP0gEZhXinI/AAAAAAAABL0/hS_76diVq1I/s1600/HI-Christus_Detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547625575932725874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP0gEZhXinI/AAAAAAAABL0/hS_76diVq1I/s400/HI-Christus_Detail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the beautiful temple grounds first. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; LOVES the temple. He was so eager to run right up to the front door and s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mush&lt;/span&gt; his face against the glass and look inside. (sorry temple window cleaners!) He loved the fountains and the "river". Then we went inside the visitors center to see Jesus. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; Loves him too. He likes to touch his feet. Trevor was even at aw and just kept cranking his head all the way back so he could look up at him. We love to visit this place at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time. There are so many beautiful decorated trees on display. Each one is decorated by different stake in Hawaii and is decorated according to a part of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; story. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; likes to touch all the touch screens at the different displays multiple times. He thinks they are pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Trevor took his first step. By Sunday he can take quite a few. He really wants to walk. He laughs and thinks its so funny. Still lots of falling down but He is determined. Such a big difference from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa &lt;/span&gt;could walk by his first birthday but wouldn't. He had the stability but would NOT let go of the wall or my hand. He would automatically go to a crawl if he couldn't hold onto something. He was 18 months by the time he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; let go. Trevor is 10 months old today. He'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; be running by his first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing Trevor hasn't really done yet is say mommy or daddy. Sometimes we think he is but its not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;. But I swear he says uh oh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he drops something or falls down he makes this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; sound that is very very close to uh oh. Never fails. So maybe his first word will be uh oh. He is growing up so fast. He isn't my little baby anymore. He's now quite the flirt and social little man. I don't think he ever went through much of a shy phase. He's way to busy smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Heaven for Little Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2598475794828592229?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2598475794828592229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2598475794828592229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2598475794828592229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2598475794828592229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/5th-day-of-december-new-milestones-late.html' title='5th day of December - New Milestones (late post)'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TP0gEZhXinI/AAAAAAAABL0/hS_76diVq1I/s72-c/HI-Christus_Detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1830422063886399654</id><published>2010-12-04T19:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:14:32.340-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's  been a simple day.  I've been reflecting on a lot.  Didn't take any pictures but here is one of my wonderful little brother on his mission in Honduras.  He is 6'4" tall.  He is practically the tallest person in the country there.  I'm so proud of him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPsqmRjNDYI/AAAAAAAABLs/qNf0TULQ8zo/s1600/PC010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPsqmRjNDYI/AAAAAAAABLs/qNf0TULQ8zo/s400/PC010338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547074203071352194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1830422063886399654?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1830422063886399654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1830422063886399654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1830422063886399654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1830422063886399654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-4-of-december.html' title='Day 4 of December'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPsqmRjNDYI/AAAAAAAABLs/qNf0TULQ8zo/s72-c/PC010338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7912569311828707799</id><published>2010-12-03T22:19:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:35:34.402-10:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day of December - If he wasn't 4 then I would be worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have these two tea light holders on our kitchen table.  Ofa LOVES them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPn7fCSbmBI/AAAAAAAABLk/pHmz-lb1HfQ/s1600/DSCN8708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPn7fCSbmBI/AAAAAAAABLk/pHmz-lb1HfQ/s400/DSCN8708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546740926692169746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He plays with them constantly.  I never light them because they get so hot so they are just for fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing some little home fixes lately.  I put some screws and nails on our table in a box.  when I came back I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPn7e2ExPoI/AAAAAAAABLc/NakRFH7VFes/s1600/DSCN8707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPn7e2ExPoI/AAAAAAAABLc/NakRFH7VFes/s400/DSCN8707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546740923413642882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he wasn't four then I would be worried about the sight of frosty the snowman with screws in his neck!  And in every vent hole on these two candle holders.    But thankfully he hasn't seen any scary movies so I can claim him innocent and meaning no real harm to frosty and his tree friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas with Boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a new excitement everyday!&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/2172720257316356138-7912569311828707799?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7912569311828707799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7912569311828707799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7912569311828707799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7912569311828707799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/3rd-day-of-december-if-he-wasnt-4-then.html' title='3rd Day of December - If he wasn&apos;t 4 then I would be worried'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPn7fCSbmBI/AAAAAAAABLk/pHmz-lb1HfQ/s72-c/DSCN8708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1513508330523702797</id><published>2010-12-02T22:06:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:13:10.135-10:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of December.....worst night ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Things I can be happy about today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimLcK8TdI/AAAAAAAABLE/AIEOM3fRnBQ/s1600/DSCN8727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimLcK8TdI/AAAAAAAABLE/AIEOM3fRnBQ/s400/DSCN8727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546365656577625554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh So Close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimLNmzflI/AAAAAAAABK8/JWuDKFLscQY/s1600/DSCN8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimLNmzflI/AAAAAAAABK8/JWuDKFLscQY/s400/DSCN8734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546365652667956818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimKtTXIlI/AAAAAAAABK0/DBeCi9CSUwY/s1600/DSCN8714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimKtTXIlI/AAAAAAAABK0/DBeCi9CSUwY/s400/DSCN8714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546365643996471890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's going to be a trouble maker when he gets older.  I can see it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.  Now for a mommy rant. (again for my log)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boys to death.  They make my life worth living even more.  That doesn't mean its easy at all and particularly since I have TWO boys with lots of energy makes it more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening I broke down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to return something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned the item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; and I sat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; while he ate his cheeseburger. And we negotiated when we would open the transformers toy that came with the meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked at possible stocking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt; for daddy and found a decent Christmas CD.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wallet was M.I.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have never lost my wallet before so let me tell you that I was freaking out a bit.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; to the cashier and at that moment noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ofa &lt;/span&gt;was out of my sight.  I freaked out more.  I started to back track.  I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; a little overwhelmed.  I went up and down every isle that I had been down.  I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; D's and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; service desk if any one had turned in a wallet.  For the next hour I was a wreak.  I kept crying and probably looked wonderful to all those that saw me.  Many stopped and offered to help.  I even saw dear sister Moody from church.  She said a prayer for me and comforted me.  The moment she left I started crying again.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; started freaking out again.  This time bumble bee (toy) lost his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt; somewhere in the madness.  He started screaming at me to find it.  If you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;....It takes a lot of energy (on my part too) to calm him down.  20 minutes later we found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt;.  Trevor started to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;restless&lt;/span&gt; in his stroller.  He started crying.  I noticed that he was so wet that his shorts were wet.  I picked him up and he puked on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt;.  At that same moment I noticed he wasn't wet from pee but had had the runs and it was all up his back, legs and stroller.  Nice! We headed for the restroom. (thankfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; was just remolded so it was nice.) I wiped down the stroller, myself, Trevor.  I changed him as he peed all over his clean clothes again.  and puked on my arm again!  All this while trying to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ofa's&lt;/span&gt; attention.  I crouched down with Trevor in my arms and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cryed&lt;/span&gt; some more.  Worrying that my life was going to end because I happened to have both my bank cards and a credit card in my wallet, money,  medical cards, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;some reason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Maafu's&lt;/span&gt; drivers licence,  etc.  I didn't know what to do.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; patted me on the head and told me it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  He must of thought I was nuts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I gathered myself together we went out and searched again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it......in the middle of an isle that I didn't even go down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing was taken.  I don't even think anyone opened it.  Maybe it just got kicked around?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....The emotion of it all was hard for me to manage.  I was scared.....for my personal info and for what I would have to do to protect it.  I don't even know how it got out of my bag.  I could of been so busy attending to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; that I put it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Trevor's&lt;/span&gt; reach.  Or maybe when I wasn't watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; took it out?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way I'm glad it is over.  I knew it was a risk to go to a store with both my kids by my self.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why we always plan to go together so that we can really be successful.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; started working at night so now I'm by myself with the kids 4-midnight 5 days a week.  I know I can do it but we just got so comfortable helping each other with the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to be home more with my kids.  Just a few more years.  Or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; would be nice.   We know what we got to do but waiting for things to happen that cannot be rushed makes me have anxiety.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.  OK I'm so tired and I finally got the kids totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;, dishes washed and I'm DONE with today.  I deal with chaos everyday at times.  I can handle a lot of things.  But loosing my wallet for almost 2 hours on top of my usual chaos broke me down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have a feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mothering!&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/2172720257316356138-1513508330523702797?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1513508330523702797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1513508330523702797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1513508330523702797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1513508330523702797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-day-of-decemberworst-night-ever.html' title='2nd Day of December.....worst night ever!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPimLcK8TdI/AAAAAAAABLE/AIEOM3fRnBQ/s72-c/DSCN8727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2648747166777551781</id><published>2010-12-01T23:48:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:01:14.955-10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsi121OHI/AAAAAAAABKs/OEpFV7cPkWg/s1600/DSCN8663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsi121OHI/AAAAAAAABKs/OEpFV7cPkWg/s400/DSCN8663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546020811958466674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsit5VFEI/AAAAAAAABKk/EIollkWLeAk/s1600/DSCN8651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsit5VFEI/AAAAAAAABKk/EIollkWLeAk/s400/DSCN8651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546020809821459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsiUL52nI/AAAAAAAABKc/Kk5trAwnttI/s1600/DSCN8658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsiUL52nI/AAAAAAAABKc/Kk5trAwnttI/s400/DSCN8658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546020802920045170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK I look really bad in these pics but CHEERS to the first day of December! We are lovin the Christmas Spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2648747166777551781?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2648747166777551781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2648747166777551781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2648747166777551781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2648747166777551781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-day-of-december.html' title='1st day of December!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TPdsi121OHI/AAAAAAAABKs/OEpFV7cPkWg/s72-c/DSCN8663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1319099539024041948</id><published>2010-12-01T10:36:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:31:55.245-10:00</updated><title type='text'>22 lbs lighter!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt; (Trevor) pregnancy weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my own reference and log so if you don't want to read a post with no pictures and lots about my weight loss then skip this and wait for later on for my picture count down to Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to crazy pregnancies that don't allow me the health to exercise during pregnancy I usually loose a ton in the first trimester and gain a ton in the third.  This is just how it is and I cannot do anything to change that.  Unless I was rich enough to hire a home nurse! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side it has a not so fun effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually so overweight at the end of my pregnancy like everyone else that has been pregnant can agree and I need to shed pounds.  Working full time and being a full time mom does not help me loose weight at all.  For some it does.  For me not so much. So I have to exercise....Which I really do like to do.  Over the last 5 years of two physically draining pregnancies, husband being disabled, Working full time, Major family moves, and craziness I have failed at successfully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt; any baby fat but I have at many times felt energetic and physically healthy so I did have a year or maybe a year and a half that I was happy but still not as great as I wanted to feel.  Well after Trevor I took hold.  I had hardly any muscle strength (due to being bed ridden so much) that exercising was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; painful.  So I signed up for weight watchers!  It WORKS!  Its NOT a diet it just helps you monitor how much and what you are eating to help you loose weight. You really can eat what ever you want if you watch how much of it you eat.  I lost about 5 lbs there in two weeks.    However I needed more.  I was so uncomfortable and tired of being ill that I needed something to get me over that hill of "I can hardly walk because my knees hurt so bad".&lt;br /&gt;I seriously needed to loose 10 more lbs at least to be able to actually get in some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; activity.  So I tried a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not in anyway support dieting.  A motto I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diets are bad...eating healthy and exercising are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However a co worker of mine tried one that as I saw the results I was shocked.  Even months later she hadn't gained any weight back and was VERY different than any other diets I have read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want details I will tell you but for now I don't care where the HC&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; comes from.  I lost 17 lbs in 30 days .  Its hard but totally worth it.  When I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; I could MOVE and that was the bottom of getting over the hill for me.  I had success and now I can keep up with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to do weight watchers which I totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt;.  But right now my goal is to loose about 20 lbs by April 2011 and be confident enough to be back on track on my own again.  I used to be such a healthy athletic person.  I would like to get back to that.  Especially because I want to have more kids and need to be healthy first!  Lesson learned after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so important for us to take care of ourselves.  I love to eat it is true.  But I eat good foods.  Yes I'm a chocoholic and a desert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fanatic&lt;/span&gt; but I have always had it in moderation or I worked hard to burn it off shortly after.  Moderation is the key.  If you don't exercise then you have to be more careful of what you eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found for me in the last 5 years that stress was a huge factor.  It didn't always make me want to eat more or have less time to exercise but rather not eat enough at times.  Not eating does not help you lose weight.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months after Trevor was born and I'm now 22 lbs lighter.  I didn't do anything at first but then I decided that my health was first priority (after family and spirituality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;).  I made changes.  tested a diet (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a hypocrite now), and I feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I still do not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in diets really.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; Diet is only for those that really do want to loose weight and don't complain.  You have to take your life in control when it comes to being healthy!  I was so good at it before but two kids later and I was a mess.  HCG helped me get over the hill to back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I finally got back in control and am on my way to being more active.  It feels wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to happier, healthier lifestyles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1319099539024041948?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1319099539024041948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1319099539024041948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1319099539024041948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1319099539024041948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/22-lbs-lighter.html' title='22 lbs lighter!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5386313221820296148</id><published>2010-11-02T08:28:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:55:06.246-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Open House!</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt; Temple Open House for Family Home Evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TNBYUMEYiLI/AAAAAAAABKU/sOkIHjNp8FI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535021045898578098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TNBYUMEYiLI/AAAAAAAABKU/sOkIHjNp8FI/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little unsure if we should with the kids but it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor (our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yell-er&lt;/span&gt;) took it down a notch thankfully but he still was quite talkative and did exactly what the tour &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt; told us to do.  "Take a look at EVERYTHING in the rooms from the floor to the ceiling.  The woodwork, trims, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gold leafing&lt;/span&gt;, light fixtures."  He was really good at looking at every detail.  I was afraid his head was going to fall off from how much he kept turning it all over the place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; wanted to be carried most of the way up and down each stairs.  I did just to keep him quiet.  I seriously said a quick prayer before we went in to help us keep him still.  He did really well.  I was really pleased with him.  I just made sure I talked to him constantly and showed him all the pictures and pretty flowers.  His favorite were the crystal lights that had the little rainbow glimmer in them.  He was in aw and I was quite thankful for that cause he seemed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt; when he saw the big one!  Which I needed him to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt; for :)  That chandelier was beautiful. The moment we got out side I told him how proud I was of him and kept telling him thank you for listening so well.  We did good till we got to the cookies under the tent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt; diapers and spit up at the car!  Good timing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made sure to walk to the Visitors Center also because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa &lt;/span&gt;loves to go see the big statue of Jesus.  He then proceeds to press every single button on every display and then we know its time to leave when the older Missionary couples give us concerned looks!  J/K they are great couples.  I just like to put words into their raised eyebrow looks we get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy we went.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; and I will be able to go to the temple all we want after its rededicated so we were thinking of forgoing the Open House because we were hesitant to take the kids.  But we both thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; should be able to go even if he doesn't remember it latter on.  But I think I witnessed the absolutely calming affect the temple can have first hand.  Which I needed. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; KNOWS what the temple is.  He has always loved to look at it.  Now he knows what it is like inside and hopefully can carry that beautiful peaceful image with him for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left he kept waving to the temple and saying b&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ye bye&lt;/span&gt; temple.  And then proceeded to tell me that the temple is closed because its time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; we have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;be able&lt;/span&gt; to share this beautiful building with others and let them know the truth about temples and why we have them.  I cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; my life not sealed to my husband.  I'm so thankful for my own experiences in the Temple.  Its a place of learning, a place of prayer, a place of peace, a place of love and a place to truly be closest to our Father in Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't had the chance yet. Make sure you go to the Open House.  Its beautiful and will touch your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5386313221820296148?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5386313221820296148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5386313221820296148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5386313221820296148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5386313221820296148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/temple-open-house.html' title='Temple Open House!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TNBYUMEYiLI/AAAAAAAABKU/sOkIHjNp8FI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7836293441545512125</id><published>2010-10-20T08:30:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:43:08.146-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Is it bad that I've been using &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa &lt;/span&gt;to help baby go to sleep? &lt;br /&gt;Trevor is not liking his crib!  And he is teething and therefore waking up at least 3 times a night.  Both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; and I are tired to the max right now and it usually takes 20 min&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; at least to get him to fall asleep while holding him and place him back into bed.  But I found a trick.  I set him in bed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; and he falls asleep within minutes.  Then I gently put him back in the crib.  Its 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; at max that I'm up out of bed.  Ya know I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; my minutes of sleep very seriously!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; doesn't even know or seem to care if he does.  I hope I'm not creating a bad habit.  Although the thought of Trevor climbing into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa's&lt;/span&gt; bed in the future is better then climbing into my bed right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a side note:  I gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; a hug when I left for work this morning and noticed he was really warm. &lt;br /&gt;I told him:  "You feel really warm."&lt;br /&gt;He told me:  "Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ware wolves&lt;/span&gt; are warm all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what he was dreaming about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he's Team Jacob all the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7836293441545512125?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7836293441545512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7836293441545512125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7836293441545512125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7836293441545512125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-thoughts.html' title='Morning Thoughts'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5135478181769300032</id><published>2010-10-14T20:48:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:15:22.709-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maunawili Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Saturday we decided to go on a family hike to Maunawili Falls.  Its about an mile in and I was told it was an easy hike.  It was except for the stairs in the mud up and down the hills.  But I survived. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf7_owCD8I/AAAAAAAABKM/iDVSb9XkNIM/s1600/DSCN8458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf7_owCD8I/AAAAAAAABKM/iDVSb9XkNIM/s400/DSCN8458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528164138309783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a pic of the falls.  We don't know any on in this pic and I was watching the kids when Maafu jump of the cliff.  Yeah, him and our neighbor Charles climbed up the right side that isn't even in the pic and jumped from at least 20ft.  They are nuts!  But he said he didn't touch the bottom which means that water is deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf7_IV7DWI/AAAAAAAABKE/27QLKM8eiUU/s1600/DSCN8448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf7_IV7DWI/AAAAAAAABKE/27QLKM8eiUU/s400/DSCN8448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528164129610337634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf61F6N0YI/AAAAAAAABJ8/i7s3tDMAwpE/s1600/DSCN8439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf61F6N0YI/AAAAAAAABJ8/i7s3tDMAwpE/s400/DSCN8439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528162857646936450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some awesome mushrooms growing on a dead tree.  I thought they were cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf606oaQnI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Wr0nLzJCUKs/s1600/DSCN8438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf606oaQnI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Wr0nLzJCUKs/s400/DSCN8438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528162854619464306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60lunikI/AAAAAAAABJs/_CWzDpmM33s/s1600/DSCN8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60lunikI/AAAAAAAABJs/_CWzDpmM33s/s400/DSCN8447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528162849008355906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ofa was such a trooper!  He hiked the whole way by him self all two miles plus lots of playing and getting wet.  I was so proud of him. He loved it and did so well compared to our last hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60cDLnJI/AAAAAAAABJk/uct_JYKTxPU/s1600/DSCN8433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60cDLnJI/AAAAAAAABJk/uct_JYKTxPU/s400/DSCN8433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528162846410251410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I would share this one with you too.  I can't help but smile when I see his smiley face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60L3eFAI/AAAAAAAABJc/kkWxKv7Vn9k/s1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf60L3eFAI/AAAAAAAABJc/kkWxKv7Vn9k/s400/111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528162842066162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday afternoon we took our dinner and ate at the beach.  It was perfect weather and the boys always love to play in the sand.  It always ends up being really relaxing.  Sunday afternoons should be such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5135478181769300032?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5135478181769300032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5135478181769300032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5135478181769300032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5135478181769300032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/maunawili-falls.html' title='Maunawili Falls'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TLf7_owCD8I/AAAAAAAABKM/iDVSb9XkNIM/s72-c/DSCN8458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2875665063932588754</id><published>2010-10-07T14:34:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:50:05.003-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Simply</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get so caught up in STUFF that you feel overwhemed?  I love to accumulate stuff!  crafty stuff, old vintage stuff, cooking stuff, sewing stuff and I hate to throw away things that I might someday use!  I am actually a really artsy creative person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband...not so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he too also likes to accumulate stuff!  especially free stuff like 15 person tents, ugly mirrors, boxes of clothes for Tonga, TV's, video games!  Basically anything electronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff can take over our lives!  While my husband dreams of his gazilion inch flat screen tv complete with DJ soundsystem and every video game from super nintendo 1995 to Wii and all its excessories I dream of old sugar mill houses with local art and a room dedicated with sewing projects and fabric galore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really are very different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are two things that we both love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Good Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The out-doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my husband is still gaining an apreication for the environmental aspect of the outdoors he still loves to be outside.  He grew up climbing coconut trees, hunting pigs and fishing.  I grew up camping, hiking and swimming in the ocean.  Now we are combinging both the things we love and its great.  We have dreams of traveling all around the world with our children and exposing them to different cultures.  We want to experience living different places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again there is all this STUFF!  Balancing dreams and stuff is hard.  Especially when stuff has been such a huge part of your past.  Where do you put all the STUFF while traveling and exploring your dreams?  (I can't store it at my parents houses...  I already asked :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live more simply.  Its HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2875665063932588754?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2875665063932588754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2875665063932588754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2875665063932588754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2875665063932588754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-simply.html' title='Living Simply'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7121167422744022435</id><published>2010-10-01T08:47:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:51:48.518-10:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been much needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofa and I ran around in it for 30 min yesterday along with climbing trees and searching for octopus at the beach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got soaked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We scratched our knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had run ins with weird homeless people living in the bushes AGAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked to sleeping sea turtles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we didn't find any octopus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which made Ofa pretty upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I bribed him with hot chocolate if we could go home so all was well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7121167422744022435?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7121167422744022435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7121167422744022435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7121167422744022435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7121167422744022435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain.html' title='RAIN!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-387957181461606579</id><published>2010-09-27T08:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:21:45.032-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens and Coconuts!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; in a long time that we actually made sure we relaxed a bit.  I'm a bit peeved that I am having problems uploading pics but later maybe.  We made some p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sipi&lt;/span&gt; and I had made some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;faikakai&lt;/span&gt; the day before and so we headed out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt; to take some to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu's&lt;/span&gt; Cousin.  Which ended up with us driving to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malekahana&lt;/span&gt; Beach Park and having a picnic.  Yesterday was perfect.  It wasn't raining and it wasn't really windy either.  We forced ourselves to throw out a sheet on the grass and just chill.  Which was much needed.  After eating yummy food and gazing at trees I walked around a bit. Such a beautiful area.  there was hardly anyone there and it was so peaceful.....we might have to do this again next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to climb a coconut tree......yeah he isn't 20 anymore.  So we found a slanted one which I took a picture of him, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; and Trevor all clinging to.  I love my Monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I found out I have a spastic colon.  which I guess is related to irritable bowel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;syndrome&lt;/span&gt; which I have no symptoms of.  However I have been having these "painless" spasms in the area that would be the top left of my colon.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; feels like something is kicking me from the inside out.  And since I'm not pregnant I was freaking out a bit.  I thought maybe an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt; was inside me.  Who knew your colon could spasm like that?  Well what ever the deal is I'm making sure to take some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probiotics&lt;/span&gt; in hopes that it stops.  Its like 7 times a day and even though its painless and really not bothersome...Its just a bit freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that life is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt; as usual.  Not always in the direction I'd like but we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; are maxed to the top each day and feel drained by bed time.  Lots is happening and going on. I'm just praying for strength that my health keeps up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-387957181461606579?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/387957181461606579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=387957181461606579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/387957181461606579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/387957181461606579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/aliens-and-coconuts.html' title='Aliens and Coconuts!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-520847960536753217</id><published>2010-09-20T08:45:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:01:02.962-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sounds</title><content type='html'>Sundays have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; been draining for me.  Something that I need to fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are even more so.  Besides the 3 times Trevor woke up last night screaming, Changing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa's&lt;/span&gt; soiled sheets, stubbing my toe on the high chair in the dark and developing lung cancer from second hand smoke.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a leap of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; this morning.   I wake up at 5:30am to get ready for a full day of work.  But I'm usually up between 4-5am so having my alarm set really has been a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sound of "quietness" outside was so relaxing this morning.  The first swell of the season has rolled in and its like music to my ears.  The oceans powerful influence has always been a part of me.  And I love to hear it.  I had been listening to it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I woke up last night and it just made me feel calm and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second sound that made me smile was the sound of my baby.  Just talking to himself in the dark in his crib.  He was babbling on about something and he sounded so content.  I was as quiet as I could be but I couldn't help to peak in on him and see him talking to his little monkey in his hands.  And of course he then saw me and got so excited.  Trevor and his smiles make me just drop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever thing&lt;/span&gt; to go hold him and just want to kiss him all over and never let go.  I think his happiness has been a source of peace for me.  I'd love him all the same if he wasn't as happy but his smiles and giggles are in great abundance.  So much that even his doctor said he had never seen a baby so happy for so long.  I am so blessed to have him in my life right now.  The joy of mothering is something I would never trade for anything. I never knew I could love so much.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt; I felt it so much that its made my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; so much more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tolerable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-520847960536753217?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/520847960536753217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=520847960536753217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/520847960536753217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/520847960536753217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-sounds.html' title='Sweet Sounds'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2912119039473942133</id><published>2010-09-08T14:18:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:24:51.626-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Truthfully!</title><content type='html'>Truthfully i'm starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't had time to blog and have oh so many pictures but don't know where to begin.  I've got bloggers block too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Labor Day was really fun. I got sunburnt, ate lots of food and just hanged with the fam plus some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your labor day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2912119039473942133?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2912119039473942133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2912119039473942133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2912119039473942133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2912119039473942133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/truthfully.html' title='Truthfully!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4511008451756766467</id><published>2010-08-25T14:53:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:06:45.147-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so the last few nights (three in a row to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;I keep waking up in the middle of dreaming I'm eating a really yummy desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tiaramsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 7 layer chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; filling cake&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: red velvet cupcakes!  about 10 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interpreter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4511008451756766467?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4511008451756766467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4511008451756766467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4511008451756766467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4511008451756766467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2188461960885422312</id><published>2010-08-19T08:19:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:52:24.206-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night on a whim with the boys!</title><content type='html'>We do a lot of things on "a whim" I guess you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While job hunting yesterday evening with Maafu and the boys we drove around North Shore picking up applications etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head out to Turtle Bay and pick up an application. &lt;br /&gt;"Ok" I said. "I'll just run inside and get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we could go have dessert and validate our parking" said my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you had that date cake with coconut ice-cream at the palm tree terrace?  I'm a dessert hunter and so thats the only reason I know about it!  Its soooooo GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this request hit my gut and I gave in.  Hauling 4 year old and 6 month old with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask to seat us  away from everyone in this quiet little place and specifically in a booth so we could lock in the trouble makers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas people flocked to our corner of the resurant.  Ofa managed to pee his pants, laugh at his brother unusually loud.  Trevor farted many times, screamed in his high baby squeal, pooped all over himself.  And a poor waitress clearing some dishes at a near by table droped her large platter of wine glasses a few feet away from us and everything broke as it hit the floor.  Ofa just had to yell at unreasonable volume "oops..sorry!"  I'm sure everyone on the otherside of the resurant thought that was our fault too!  This resturant was too quiet for my family yet the most family friendly they have there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to get out.  We ate quickly tiped 25% and made a run for it as people probably looked at us funny as we were not as touristly dressed as they were and my son had a huge wet spot on his butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't learn anything from this in the long run because we keep having these little family date nights on a whim.  It never fails to be embarassing or more stressful than it should.  But yet thats how we are.  We like to live our life with small treats here and there unplanned.  Yet lots of other "unplanned" things happen.  That is what having kids (particularly boys) is all about.  And I guess thats ok with me because I really don't think I'd have it any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2188461960885422312?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2188461960885422312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2188461960885422312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2188461960885422312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2188461960885422312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/date-night-on-whim-with-boys.html' title='Date night on a whim with the boys!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7117502636041771913</id><published>2010-08-18T14:26:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:35:17.635-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy for Color!</title><content type='html'>Someday when I own my own home...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have my bed room B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ollywood&lt;/span&gt; style!  My bed, windows and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; will be adorned with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; fabrics!  And I want a large bathroom all to my self with a vanity of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mermaids&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7117502636041771913?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7117502636041771913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7117502636041771913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7117502636041771913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7117502636041771913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/crazy-for-color.html' title='Crazy for Color!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2566578780934559625</id><published>2010-08-12T14:52:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:59:14.086-10:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back!</title><content type='html'>Oh my how much I do love my Boys! &lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Trevor came home last night from California! &lt;br /&gt;Ofa and I made candie leis and plumeria leis for them.  And even watched his plane park from the parking structure, then ran down to the bagage to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;We were SO excited to see them. &lt;br /&gt;Ofa was so excited he didn't know what to do but fling himself all over the place and run around in circles! &lt;br /&gt;Although he did not want to share his toys with Trevor in the car on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till Trevor can talk! &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to rediculous arguments in the back of the car!&lt;br /&gt;No not really....I love enjoying him still as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;He still isn't crawling.........and I'm OK with that! &lt;br /&gt;You can call it behind or what ever but I call it more relaxation for me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for him to be on the go quite yet!&lt;br /&gt;OK I better go............all three of my boys are in need of my presence and that makes me feel so loved!    and tired :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2566578780934559625?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2566578780934559625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2566578780934559625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2566578780934559625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2566578780934559625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/theyre-back.html' title='They&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1299285051310217405</id><published>2010-08-04T15:01:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:09:42.362-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like his Dad!</title><content type='html'>I was looking forward to having a whole bed to myself while Maafu was gone.  (note to self..next bed needs to be a cal king!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since Ofa was having high fevers and was so sick I let him sleep with me so I didn't have to get up and check on him every 30 min.  It helped him sleep better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...He sleeps just like his dad....I had to put pillows inbetween us to keep hands and feet out of my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafu can sleep on his back, side, stomach, arms up, arms down, in weird shapes...all while wraping himslef tightly in a blanket.  My boys don't like sheets.  They only like blankets...maybe the feel of them?.......Still causes me to have to wash them way too often though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafu undoubtedly steels my blankets every night while he is alseep and rolls himself up in them.  I have to wrestle to get them back.  And not only that but somehow the blanket can be turned completely upside down and inside out by morning.  make the bed always blows my mind...How the heck did we end up with this part here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofa is exactly the same.............I've had to steel my blankets back every night since.......&lt;br /&gt;Whats up with having to cacoon yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution?   I'm thinking of my very own bed and Maafu can sleep in the kids room!......Maybe.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1299285051310217405?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1299285051310217405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1299285051310217405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1299285051310217405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1299285051310217405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-like-his-dad.html' title='Just like his Dad!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4741320683421542911</id><published>2010-08-03T07:17:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:30:24.654-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Choices</title><content type='html'>While I was talking on the phone with Grandma the other day Ofa came up to me holding two DVD's. Both Transformers: one with real people, one with cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy...Which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to the cartoon one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and looked at the DVD's then held them up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy....Which one?" He asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to the cartoon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went and put the cartoon one on the ground and held up the real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy...Which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't really have much of a choice to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4741320683421542911?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4741320683421542911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4741320683421542911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4741320683421542911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4741320683421542911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/while-i-was-talking-on-phone-with.html' title='Tough Choices'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-723185307081501020</id><published>2010-07-29T12:53:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:12:43.488-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously..Didn't Summer Just Start?</title><content type='html'>Days go by sooooo fast in my life right now.  I really don't know how I accomplish so much each day and then again not as much as I wanted to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Ofa's School's Open house.  So before we took Daddy and Trevor to the airport we decided to go.  I want so badly to do my best to be active in Ofa's school.  But with work....I'm really going to struggle with that one.  Hopefully Maafu gets to go on some of the field trips.  Ofa started Pre-School a month before the school year ended.  And it starts again on MONDAY!  Wow summer flew by...and I still have yet to go get his backpack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was great.  Ofa right away recognized his teachers and was so happy!  We've taken a few steps back during the summer program but I have no doubt now that he is back in a full day that he'll take leaps forward.  I love Haleiwa Elementry School.  Its small and full of love and rich history.  They shared with us all the fun stuff they will be doing and the cool feild trips.  Man...my elementry school was not THAT cool!  Ofa behaved so well.........Untill we had to go.....&lt;br /&gt;In this heat I looked like I had just ran a race.  Man he's a handful.  I just don't have the strenth some times.  Time out is litterally a wrestling match! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ofa is not like that all day long but during the day when he is a handful, its enough to wipe you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing his teachers love him almost as much as I do.  I find it very funny that he is better behaved with a TINY filipino lady than he is for us.  I know thats common. But it just makes me smile.  They always comment about how loving he is and that is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofa is my inspiration for much of what I do and He teaches me more than I ever expect to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have him as my son.  And we are so blessed for great pre-school programs here in the school system.  I used to worry that Ofa would never be ready for Kindergarden.  Now I'm Postive that he will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-723185307081501020?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/723185307081501020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=723185307081501020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/723185307081501020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/723185307081501020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/seriouslydidnt-summer-just-start.html' title='Seriously..Didn&apos;t Summer Just Start?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1005520432825585945</id><published>2010-07-28T21:18:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:18:54.547-10:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my baby</title><content type='html'>Daddy and Trevor are California bound for two weeks. A week in Sac town, a few days in St. George and then off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; for a few more days to visit my family. I had to stay and work.......someones got to make sure we can eat....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm jealous that they got to go with out me. Ofa starts school next week and is in dire need of it so we decided it would be best for him to stay and get back in his routine. And the one on one time for us will be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped them off at the airport and they should be boarding the plane right now. I miss them so much already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsKrhJ6WI/AAAAAAAABJE/Tsz7OpVvT9Y/s1600/DSCN8226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499225181988186466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsKrhJ6WI/AAAAAAAABJE/Tsz7OpVvT9Y/s400/DSCN8226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and Trevor LOVES to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsKD-GnnI/AAAAAAAABI8/dUmVg3_DAu8/s1600/DSCN8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499225171372187250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsKD-GnnI/AAAAAAAABI8/dUmVg3_DAu8/s400/DSCN8234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And DROOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsJ1CgC-I/AAAAAAAABI0/-07c_rKBcJI/s1600/DSCN8238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499225167364099042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsJ1CgC-I/AAAAAAAABI0/-07c_rKBcJI/s400/DSCN8238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stick literally everything in his mouth all day long. Especially my clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be so lonely with out these two boys.&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt....Ofa will keep me plenty busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1005520432825585945?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1005520432825585945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1005520432825585945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1005520432825585945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1005520432825585945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-my-baby.html' title='missing my baby'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TFEsKrhJ6WI/AAAAAAAABJE/Tsz7OpVvT9Y/s72-c/DSCN8226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7338262203149853513</id><published>2010-07-28T08:20:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:38:22.138-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Mothers!</title><content type='html'>PLEASE!  I know so many of you who are having babies.  This is soooo important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundsofpertussis.com/"&gt;www.soundsofpertussis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your booster and stay informed.  Don't let vaccine fears and myths put this off.  Its Horrible and you don't want your baby to suffer from it.  Or even have to watch someone elses baby suffer from it.  Or even worse...die from it.  Its on the rise and you need to take responsibility. If you are currently pregnante or have a new born...Don't wait till your baby is older.  They need the protection NOW!  Many Adults don't know that you need a booster.  So please, even if you are not a parent..you still can carry it and pass it on to a child.,,  its very contagious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one vaccine that I support 100%....It is this one!  Because the infection takes lives at such a young age.  And it tares your heart to shreds to have to witness it...or even just read about it.  Pertussis is making a profound comeback.  In most cases...infants get it from those that love them the most...THIER PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;800,000 to 3.3 million cases each year.  Between 2004-2007 Pertussis (whooping cough) has increased &lt;strong&gt;more than 100%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you have not already done so go to the above website and learn about this highly contagious disease.&lt;br /&gt;Protect our little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7338262203149853513?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7338262203149853513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7338262203149853513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7338262203149853513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7338262203149853513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-mothers.html' title='Please Mothers!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2249865903048575393</id><published>2010-07-21T11:03:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:28:52.242-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Ofa is going back into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school in a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go get him a back pack....&lt;br /&gt;and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read anything that just makes your heart wrench and want to slap some sense into people?  I do too often I think.  Particularly about vaccines.  I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever one&lt;/span&gt; should be educated and well....There is so much education out there about how BAD vaccines are for your children, Going all natural,......Drug industry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conspiracies&lt;/span&gt; etc....  I don't believe that all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; are that dumb and trying to make a buck.  I'm sorry.  I think I've offended people because people have offended me on the matter.  I've met both extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of your view on it.  I beg of you....Get your adult booster vaccine for &lt;strong&gt;Pertussis&lt;/strong&gt;.  Especially if you are going to have a baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally keep my baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vaccinated&lt;/span&gt;.  Not just because I feel I know that its better than the latter (again be educated on the actual disease) but because I have a 4 year old in a preschool at an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; school!  Not only will he be touching everything but it doesn't matter how clean you try to keep your children (I have boys!)  you can't always keep them safe from everything.  I don't want to talk about children vaccines...it gets me mad....But there is no reason why adults can't get their booster for &lt;strong&gt;Pertussis&lt;/strong&gt;.  If you are not doing it for your own baby at least do it for someone e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; that you care about.   Become more aware of this horrible infection that robs families of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; little ones.  See the &lt;strong&gt;Sounds of Pertussis&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; if you have it.  Ask your doctor and local Hospitals to be more informative about it.  Watch the news and you'll see....its on there every time some baby dies from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I'm overly emotional about it....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a mother of a baby!  And I think its selfish of people not to get it!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be offended.  I have every right to think this because I'm a MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that I've got that off my chest..........&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Ofa to be back in a full day of school and get his much needed attention and needs met that I can't give him.  Thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt; for great schools and teachers and specialist that really truly care about the children they are teaching.  Yeah I know not all teachers are like that but so far all of the ones that Ofa is with...They are great! Milestones are being met and I cry when I see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa &lt;/span&gt;do something that I've been trying to help him do for months.  I cannot be perfect, even with my degree and small amount of training in special education, I always find there are things I still don't fully understand.  And I'm learning everyday things that enhance my sons life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything for my boys and I'm so glad that Heavenly Father has given me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; in our lives to give them the best education they can have and all the help I could hope for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels are watching over us daily.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...If you are on of our Angels.....(and you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2249865903048575393?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2249865903048575393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2249865903048575393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2249865903048575393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2249865903048575393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6681685614959348196</id><published>2010-07-16T09:07:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:32:20.074-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to go home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY?..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I really want:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEXICAN FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I grew up in a pretty awsome place.  The further south you live the better the mexican food gets.  Taco bell is NOT mexican food.  Although I do like taco bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you happen to be reading this take my order please:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empanadas from Cafe baraloche - Ok so thats not mexican but argentinean?  still....south american food is da bomb too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a four way burrito and carne asda burrito from Corrales - aww ditching school memories.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday brunch at Joannafinas - no champaine with my orange juice please, I'm breaking the sabbath already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tacos from Casa de soria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tacos Jalisco - I love just about everything there, especially their chips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El Torito - Lets just all go out for dinner shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tacos N Beer - Ok so this isn't actually a mexican resturant. more like a surf bumb resturant but they got some killer fish tacos...or at least they used to.  Memories....Katy and I going to eat there just to get a glimps of the dish washer and his gorgeous green eyes!  Don't worry Maafu... Your eyes are more beautiful to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Ok there are two other hole in the wall places I can't remember the name but I remember loving.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family mexican resturants are my fave.  They are all so different and you really get a taste for different mexican food.  Mexico is big and depending on what region, mountainous or desert your food is different.  Many people think its all the same, but when you have such a varety to choose from you get to taste all the wonderful different flavors.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh almost forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria Bonitas!  Hope its still there.  They had some really different mexican food.  I remember a pork dish with a pumpkin seed sauce...oh my gosh....again another hole in the wall family place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in hawaii we have a few places.  Two in Haleiwa. Cholos and Luibenos mexican seafood.  The only thing mexican about the seafood place is the two tacos on their menu.  Just saying.  And Cholos claims to be the best but I think its american/hawaiianized.  Good but overpriced.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember the name but there is a hole in the wall place in Wahiawa that so far has the best in hawaii.  She even makes her own corn tortillas!  And you can order tamalles!  Oh what is the name of that place?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any who....I'm obviously craving authentic mexican food.  Sorry if I spelled anything wrong.  Yeah I grew up in beautiful San Buenaventura...But I'm not mexican....so I spell things wrong all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6681685614959348196?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6681685614959348196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6681685614959348196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6681685614959348196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6681685614959348196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-please.html' title='Home Please'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2569950052840414570</id><published>2010-07-15T14:48:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:57:35.061-10:00</updated><title type='text'>out of body out of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so all day today I have been feeling kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.  I got seven hours of sleep last night so I can't blame lack of sleep this time.  I have eaten plenty....but I keep feeling dizzy and even at times I feel like I'm going to throw up.    I almost feel like my brain isn't connected to my body.  I can sit here and just feel kind of like my head is floating but my body is really heavy and can't move.  So I get up and walk around and it seems to help.  Is this kind of out of body experience normal?  I'm sure I'm just having one of those days where I need to get back in bed and sleep.  I'm fine really.....just feeling kind of odd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got to figure out what to make for dinner.  I'm thinking waffles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2569950052840414570?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2569950052840414570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2569950052840414570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2569950052840414570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2569950052840414570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-of-body-out-of-mind.html' title='out of body out of mind'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-911100422335028473</id><published>2010-07-09T21:06:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:51:27.141-10:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went for a small hike on Saturday.  probably less than a mile but it was a lot of fun and good to get out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge7UtF5HI/AAAAAAAABIE/AfhE_MFBraA/s1600/DSCN8104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492173750097273970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge7UtF5HI/AAAAAAAABIE/AfhE_MFBraA/s400/DSCN8104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge6mxuwhI/AAAAAAAABH8/jS4g0uAYM_0/s1600/DSCN8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492173737768698386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge6mxuwhI/AAAAAAAABH8/jS4g0uAYM_0/s400/DSCN8107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Ofa's and Trevor's First Hike.  Ofa loved it but so much for listening to the wilderness.  Ofa was the loudest thing in it!  But he did quiet down when some birds were squakin away in a tree.  He had quite the conversation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge6Z9vAsI/AAAAAAAABH0/GI2zmaXf-Dc/s1600/DSCN8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492173734329385666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge6Z9vAsI/AAAAAAAABH0/GI2zmaXf-Dc/s400/DSCN8122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to the river it was flowing to fast to go swimming because of the recent rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd7RFAkTI/AAAAAAAABHs/E85jrEXfW40/s1600/DSCN8123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492172649612218674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd7RFAkTI/AAAAAAAABHs/E85jrEXfW40/s400/DSCN8123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards we went to Hukilau for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Fourth we went to Turtle bay to watch fireworks.  They had some activities there too so of course Ofa just had to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd63v55QI/AAAAAAAABHk/Sr8z6suFZTw/s1600/DSCN8136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492172642812814594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd63v55QI/AAAAAAAABHk/Sr8z6suFZTw/s400/DSCN8136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd6T_awsI/AAAAAAAABHc/4yyVy_XG87k/s1600/DSCN8138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492172633214206658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd6T_awsI/AAAAAAAABHc/4yyVy_XG87k/s400/DSCN8138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the week has been busy with school for my big boys, Trevor spinning himself around on his stomach, and for some reason I've had triple the amount of paperwork to do this week then ever.  Hopefully this weekend will be just as great because we all earned happy stickers for being an awsome family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd58yKLkI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ic7kssvX6-A/s1600/DSCN8165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492172626984578626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd58yKLkI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ic7kssvX6-A/s400/DSCN8165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd5dkIYoI/AAAAAAAABHM/Bmn0cgs99FI/s1600/DSCN8169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492172618604241538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDgd5dkIYoI/AAAAAAAABHM/Bmn0cgs99FI/s400/DSCN8169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-911100422335028473?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/911100422335028473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=911100422335028473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/911100422335028473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/911100422335028473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-weekend-and-more.html' title='4th of July Weekend and more'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDge7UtF5HI/AAAAAAAABIE/AfhE_MFBraA/s72-c/DSCN8104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3924533829135530487</id><published>2010-07-05T22:16:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:43:16.659-10:00</updated><title type='text'>5 YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDLmz5_BTJI/AAAAAAAABHE/WpY6r_OW8hQ/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE MADE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDLmzYZY6YI/AAAAAAAABG8/Rc9qo6UhMaM/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490704666114713986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDLmzYZY6YI/AAAAAAAABG8/Rc9qo6UhMaM/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago today (actually yesterday since we were married in Tonga) Maafu and I tied the knot!  It feels so weird thinking back on that crazy time when we were both so sure about each other even though we had only been acquaintances for a few months.  I went against everything I believed in as far as dating, planing and engagement.  I kept telling him he was crazy until I humbled myself and took the matter to the lord.  I went home for 2 months and next thing you know I'm back in Tonga getting married...with a borrowed wedding dress and only my mom to support me.  I don't regret one bit not having a big wedding.  I mean yeah the gifts and party would of been fun but that's not what makes a marriage and well....I think for not having a ton of support.....meaning everyone thought I was crazy (including my self)........I think we loved what we had and that's what was most important.  Blessings came, Trials stormed in, but no matter what Maafu has been an amazing husband and I can't imagine not being married to him.  Despite our cultural differences, our faith always is our binding and well he loves me for who I am and I am such a better person because of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary Maafu!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you more than I love chocolate!  :)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us look forward to the next five years with joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many more after that!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofa Lahi atu kia akoi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3924533829135530487?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3924533829135530487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3924533829135530487&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3924533829135530487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3924533829135530487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-years.html' title='5 YEARS!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TDLmzYZY6YI/AAAAAAAABG8/Rc9qo6UhMaM/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7519021383533730965</id><published>2010-07-01T07:53:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:12:39.732-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be Boys!</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised someone hasn't called child protective services on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawh...Just Kidding...But............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofa came home yesterday with a beefed up chin!  The school called me to tell me he slipped while running (not surpirsing) and wacked his head on the cement.  He cryed for quite a while and they iced it.  I tryed getting a picture but he wouldn't hold still.  Basically it looks like he took a permanant marker to his chin.  Its all black, purple and red.  Not scraped up much but nice and swollen.  He doesn't seem to remember its even there now so I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he did a face dive onto the couch from the arm of the couch.  Must of hit a spring under the cushion.  The moment he got up blood gushed from his nose.  That got swollen too for a while.  I should take a pictures of his legs, arms and back.  Bruses all over.  About the size of quarters.  None of which were caused by me....unless you count that I was chasing him and he ran into the wall.   I'm just amazed at how much he seems to beat himself up.  Everytime I give him a shower I think "my goodness child. You've got to stop running into things and tripping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making him wear his helmet even when he rides his little bike on the walk way in front of our house.  He goes so FAST!  One day he is going to hit a crack and go flying.  I feel like wraping him up in bumper pads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas he is a BOY!  And a pretty normal one at that matter.  Yeah he has some issues but from what I've observed...If your boy does not get all brused up and run around like crazy most of the time....Then you got a softie!  Not in a bad way...I envy you...I just know that boys will be boys and causing greif and worry to thier mothers is completly NORMAL!  At least that is how it runs in my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7519021383533730965?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7519021383533730965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7519021383533730965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7519021383533730965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7519021383533730965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be Boys!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1746005135378335915</id><published>2010-06-28T10:29:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:49:46.557-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Betch ya wish you were this flexable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG-2SCN_I/AAAAAAAABGo/-oF42BzOGeg/s1600/DSCN8086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487925297720473586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG-2SCN_I/AAAAAAAABGo/-oF42BzOGeg/s400/DSCN8086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't bring your feet up to your face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG9ugaO4I/AAAAAAAABGg/zJ39GzMqvbQ/s1600/DSCN8085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487925278453414786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG9ugaO4I/AAAAAAAABGg/zJ39GzMqvbQ/s400/DSCN8085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What about sucking on your toes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG9HCpsFI/AAAAAAAABGY/MOknQOHqaCo/s1600/DSCN8089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487925267859615826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG9HCpsFI/AAAAAAAABGY/MOknQOHqaCo/s400/DSCN8089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I thought! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1746005135378335915?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1746005135378335915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1746005135378335915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1746005135378335915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1746005135378335915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/betch-wish-you-were-this-felxable.html' title='Betch ya wish you were this flexable!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TCkG-2SCN_I/AAAAAAAABGo/-oF42BzOGeg/s72-c/DSCN8086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-136358175381640576</id><published>2010-06-24T14:58:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:45:55.424-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll say it again.....KNOW YOUR DISEASES!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't yet, Remember to get your booster for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pertussis&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pertussis&lt;/span&gt;: 80% get it from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cryed&lt;/span&gt; along with a mother I barely knew while reading her blog for weeks as she watched her baby die. Contracted it 1 WEEK! before he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to get this vaccine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend so much time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; about what vaccines do to us.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is enough.....and I'm sure you'd feel the same if that one was yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Natalie for reminding us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we keep our children and ourselves protected by becoming educated and staying up to date. I support becoming aware of what we are putting in our babies bodies but I think too many don't become aware of what it is that we are trying to protect them from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Its now declared an epidemic in California. Especially among those that choose not to vacinate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The choice not to get a vaccine is not a choice to take no risk. It's just a choice to take a different risk, and we need to be better about saying, 'here's what that different risk looks like.' Dying of Hib meningitis is a horrible, ugly way to die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-136358175381640576?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/136358175381640576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=136358175381640576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/136358175381640576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/136358175381640576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-say-it-againknow-your-diseases.html' title='I&apos;ll say it again.....KNOW YOUR DISEASES!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-9183564864360620056</id><published>2010-06-24T12:56:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:20:40.329-10:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons!</title><content type='html'>Just got my bill for my car registration.........&lt;br /&gt;................wondering if the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of crap is even worth that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my bank account...................&lt;br /&gt;......................lets just hope I'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in awe however that when ever these little moments of "how the heck do we survive each pay check" come about, that the Lord Blesses us in ways that I consider miracles!   If you happen to be one of our miracles then THANK YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;I have got the cutest kids!  Doesn't matter if its 2:00 in the morning and can't keep my eyes open or after work when I'm ready to go to sleep.....I don't know how I have so much love for them.  I could never be happier being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; mother.  They make me smile in the hardest of times.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; and his challenges only make us stronger and he says the funniest things that just brighten my day.  And Trevor...Well all that kid has to do is Smile!  He smiles so much and there is no way it could not make someone not smile back.  He's too cute for words! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I have such a hard working (as in studying and learning) husband who's Goals are those of only most working mothers could dream for.  I don't know how he gets through each day but he does!  I love him to death and wouldn't trade him in for anything!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;:  When life gives you lemons....throw them back and demand chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how I feel in my head but I'll try to be humble and find some sugar and water and make some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:  BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-9183564864360620056?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9183564864360620056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=9183564864360620056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9183564864360620056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9183564864360620056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8747771352068888618</id><published>2010-06-20T14:21:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:28:40.861-10:00</updated><title type='text'>And he wonders why he is all sweaty when he wakes up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TB6xMyW4HiI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ht04WyHFMjQ/s1600/DSCN8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485016229418114594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TB6xMyW4HiI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ht04WyHFMjQ/s400/DSCN8082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2172720257316356138-8747771352068888618?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8747771352068888618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8747771352068888618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8747771352068888618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8747771352068888618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-he-wonders-why-he-is-all-sweaty.html' title='And he wonders why he is all sweaty when he wakes up!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TB6xMyW4HiI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ht04WyHFMjQ/s72-c/DSCN8082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4838248124072440762</id><published>2010-06-18T07:55:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:02:20.339-10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA SUZIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know...We love you soooooo much, and Hope that you have a wonderful day full of children spoiling you rotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBuzHDND-vI/AAAAAAAABF4/vNI6PVcWXCw/s1600/25710_338796712174_522087174_4144892_3020430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484173904954260210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBuzHDND-vI/AAAAAAAABF4/vNI6PVcWXCw/s400/25710_338796712174_522087174_4144892_3020430_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so lucky to have a grandma like you.  Even if you don't like taking pictures....You can still see how much love you have in your heart.  I don't know anyone who loves babies like you do, or can make yummy cakes like you do!  I have so many wonderful memories with you.  Since being kind of the odd duck in age with my cousins and aunts and uncles.......You have been much of an mother to me too.  Your still young and full of life and all your grandchildren, and great grandchildren adore you!  Enjoy your birthday because you deserve the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4838248124072440762?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4838248124072440762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4838248124072440762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4838248124072440762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4838248124072440762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-grandma-suzie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA SUZIE'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBuzHDND-vI/AAAAAAAABF4/vNI6PVcWXCw/s72-c/25710_338796712174_522087174_4144892_3020430_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2163385172899533763</id><published>2010-06-15T18:45:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:49:48.846-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dare you to try to be cuter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;did I spell that right?  Oh well you get the point!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBhXRTS4yJI/AAAAAAAABFw/-yzcBdgPfmc/s1600/DSCN8077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483228501072464018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBhXRTS4yJI/AAAAAAAABFw/-yzcBdgPfmc/s400/DSCN8077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBhXQw1XHfI/AAAAAAAABFo/h_Um0b1Nb48/s1600/DSCN8078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483228491821817330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBhXQw1XHfI/AAAAAAAABFo/h_Um0b1Nb48/s400/DSCN8078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2172720257316356138-2163385172899533763?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2163385172899533763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2163385172899533763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2163385172899533763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2163385172899533763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dare-you-to-try-to-be-cuter.html' title='I Dare you to try to be cuter!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBhXRTS4yJI/AAAAAAAABFw/-yzcBdgPfmc/s72-c/DSCN8077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5721538114073907476</id><published>2010-06-13T14:39:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:51:39.649-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things We Be Lovin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7HXpVrUI/AAAAAAAABFg/XicViyMv-v4/s1600/DSCN8069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482423487930150210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7HXpVrUI/AAAAAAAABFg/XicViyMv-v4/s400/DSCN8069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our feet! Especially in our mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7HMuaFKI/AAAAAAAABFY/G6_s-Ax6YdU/s1600/DSCN8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482423484998620322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7HMuaFKI/AAAAAAAABFY/G6_s-Ax6YdU/s400/DSCN8068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Ergo Baby Carrier!  Seriously the best baby Item ever! Cooking, Hiking, Vacuuming, Shopping....its good for litterally anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7GterNlI/AAAAAAAABFQ/At0ejqJs2Q0/s1600/DSCN8057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482423476611135058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7GterNlI/AAAAAAAABFQ/At0ejqJs2Q0/s400/DSCN8057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands!  Love to naw at them of course.  But now I even grab everything I can and stick it in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7GBt9_pI/AAAAAAAABFI/PCGmqC0MvnQ/s1600/DSCN8045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482423464864120466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7GBt9_pI/AAAAAAAABFI/PCGmqC0MvnQ/s400/DSCN8045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEACH!  Lovin it! sand between my toes, testing the water, watching the clouds and the sun umbrella!  My most content place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7Fl5UZbI/AAAAAAAABFA/XVLUHRGO5wQ/s1600/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482423457395533234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7Fl5UZbI/AAAAAAAABFA/XVLUHRGO5wQ/s400/11111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course we be lovin mom and dad!  They the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5721538114073907476?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5721538114073907476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5721538114073907476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5721538114073907476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5721538114073907476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-we-be-lovin.html' title='Things We Be Lovin!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TBV7HXpVrUI/AAAAAAAABFg/XicViyMv-v4/s72-c/DSCN8069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-865621032766717129</id><published>2010-06-09T07:35:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:49:18.418-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronks side kick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want to compare my son to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loony&lt;/span&gt; cartoon guy but I've come to notice something about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;If you have been around my son you will know that his vocabulary is at the most half that of most kids his age.  He communicates mainly with sound effects.  We have lots of cartoons at our house.  Old ones!  like that came out on video when I was born.  My dad kept them in such mint condition that now we get to enjoy them.  Dumbo, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Micky&lt;/span&gt; mouse, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Donald&lt;/span&gt; duck...etc.  Plus all the other early &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; classics.  I've observed that after watching one for the first time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; can pick up the sounds and songs so quickly.  In fact one of his favorites is the first Fantasia.  This Kid can hum the whole thing and he has only watched it about 5 times. &lt;br /&gt;Well last week something came very clear to me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; (who is usually in his own world anyway) has a theme song for everything he does.  Whether I go ask him to brush is teeth, pick up his toys or drag him to the car......the moment I ask him to do something he busts out humming a song.  It reminded me of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cronk&lt;/span&gt; from Emperors New Groove. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it cracks me up now.  I used to get frustrated because I it would take him FOREVER to do things and was always humming. &lt;br /&gt;Now I look at him and realize that he's got some talent.  Yes he is learning songs in preschool like twinkle twinkle little star.  I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; him singing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every once&lt;/span&gt; in a while but he prefers to hum.  And can imitate so many sounds so perfectly that I think he could take up a career in sound effects!  Especially ones that have any types of sounds dealing with transforming from robot to cars or things exploding!  Our house is usually very noisy as you can imagine.  And Trevor watches him with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt;.  His talent for picking up sounds and songs hopefully will come in handy one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-865621032766717129?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/865621032766717129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=865621032766717129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/865621032766717129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/865621032766717129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/cronks-side-kick.html' title='Cronks side kick!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-196685895027277648</id><published>2010-06-01T10:21:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:26:33.428-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is the bestest!</title><content type='html'>So my Sister Jenna came to visit this last Saturday.  Its been really fun so far we have gone on a picnic, gone to the beach/BBQ'd, jet ski'd, rode around on bikes, walked around an art walk, had shaved Ice, got sunburned....  Well lets just say its been fun!  And I still got her around for another 5 more days!   What other mischif can we get into?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr2ThAZRI/AAAAAAAABE4/Beo_gZ5Tfog/s1600/28343_397192641206_508426206_4718780_8098615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903102461895954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr2ThAZRI/AAAAAAAABE4/Beo_gZ5Tfog/s400/28343_397192641206_508426206_4718780_8098615_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and incase you didn't know.......I have the cutest little boyz!  Especially this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr2AK_PFI/AAAAAAAABEw/1aGpoSZFWvw/s1600/28343_397192556206_508426206_4718770_5409328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903097269271634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr2AK_PFI/AAAAAAAABEw/1aGpoSZFWvw/s400/28343_397192556206_508426206_4718770_5409328_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr1s_iKpI/AAAAAAAABEo/gLjDYhgXTLQ/s1600/28343_397192531206_508426206_4718766_6012830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903092120955538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr1s_iKpI/AAAAAAAABEo/gLjDYhgXTLQ/s400/28343_397192531206_508426206_4718766_6012830_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2172720257316356138-196685895027277648?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/196685895027277648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=196685895027277648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/196685895027277648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/196685895027277648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-is-bestest.html' title='Family is the bestest!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TAVr2ThAZRI/AAAAAAAABE4/Beo_gZ5Tfog/s72-c/28343_397192641206_508426206_4718780_8098615_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-300658359988932676</id><published>2010-05-26T19:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:07:42.590-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived but happy!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have been awake for almost 20 hours.  I'm tired, fatigued and could easily fall asleep but I've been enjoying my boys right now.  I'm happy!  I can't fall asleep yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-300658359988932676?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/300658359988932676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=300658359988932676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/300658359988932676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/300658359988932676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep-deprived-but-happy.html' title='Sleep deprived but happy!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2588917299112519565</id><published>2010-05-25T21:31:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:51:56.313-10:00</updated><title type='text'>VACCINATE!</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for my little faker of a 4 year old boy right now.  Yes he got 4 shots today. one in each arm and one in each leg.  I'm sure it does hurt but watching him hobble around making pathetic sounds is cracking me up. &lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how our bodies react to medicines and vaccines.  We are so much stronger than we think we are.  I remember every shot I got.  Most given to me by my mom.  No Mercy!  But I'm sure glad she did.  I know some people who will not get vaccinated or their children for that matter.  I think if you have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;legit&lt;/span&gt; reason like going through chemo or have bad side effects than yes you should be cautious and avoid specific ones to stay safe. &lt;br /&gt;However the growing trend of not vaccinating children in the USA is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;.  Do parents really think they can protect their children from what the vaccines are for?  I've seen to much and I don't know why anyone would not want to protect them from those horrible things.  And yes... they are all still out there.  Even in the USA.  I could of even brought some with me on my last trip to the south pacific.  Even those vaccinated can carry them and pass them on to those who aren't.  So just be warned...The USA may seem safe but the rest of the world is thriving with these diseases and viruses.  Protect your child.....VACCINATE!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to post disturbing pictures but feel free to google these threats and see for your self. I cry when my baby gets a cold.......  I don't want to imagine having to see him suffer from something else.  Especially if I could of helped prevent it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if any one is offended by this.  I don't mean to be disrepectful but I feel so strongly towards this especially since I've seen some first hand...I haven't seen any evidence yet that vaccinating is more dangerous than not vaccinating.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2588917299112519565?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2588917299112519565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2588917299112519565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2588917299112519565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2588917299112519565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/vaccinate.html' title='VACCINATE!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2015980904839319771</id><published>2010-05-19T08:34:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:41:16.763-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the Shining Moments</title><content type='html'>I feel like I just got my life a little bit back in order.  I've been sick and still finishing up some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; but I feel better.  I balanced my check book and adjusted our budget and got bills paid all in one day so I feel like I've accomplished a lot and it is amazing how much stress was relieved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; doing that alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove to work today I was enjoying my drive with my windows down letting the fresh air consume me.  Even though I have to wake up really early and drive early to work...I get to see a morning of Hawaii that some sleep through.  It takes my breath away and I'm so glad I live in a place that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rejuvenates&lt;/span&gt; my energy by just looking around me and taking in all the shining moments.  I'm trying to look at all the good around me and less of the bad.  Hope the rest of this week and weekend bring joy and happiness to my loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2015980904839319771?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2015980904839319771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2015980904839319771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2015980904839319771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2015980904839319771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/embrace-shining-moments.html' title='Embrace the Shining Moments'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-8110787123258760105</id><published>2010-05-14T20:48:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:18:37.498-10:00</updated><title type='text'>These Last Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>When we first decided to bring Maafu's Grandparents to the US we were really excited.  I had the skills to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; visa and the mainland family members helped us get them here.  After a few days of them here we realized that Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Isileli&lt;/span&gt; was acting not like we remembered him.  Of course he is 91 years old so I guess I expected it a little but I just saw him about 1.5 years ago and I didn't see this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;.  From what I have read up on recently I think Isi suffers from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; or some sort of dementia.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; OK.  Its just that I wasn't completely prepared for it and well I'm working full time and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tyring&lt;/span&gt; to help raise my two one children so I was just a little stressed out the last two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Isi and Heta to death.  Isi is rich with culture and family talents.  So I really have been trying to get as much of them either recorded or written about in my own notes so that we have record of them.  They are amazing. Isi is well known in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tonga&lt;/span&gt; in his time among those that taught and performed the Mau'ululu. He truly has done amazing things.  Heta took care of me when I was deathly ill (or so I thought I was) when I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; with Ofa in Tonga.  They have taught me so much about life and love that I hope they don't leave this life anytime soon because I still have so much I need to talk to them about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Since they have been here we have had to clean up after Isi everyday.  Its been hard.  Constantly changing clothes, sheets, blankets, and cleaning up the bathroom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he uses the toilet.  I even put plastic on my couch under a sheet!  We have to lock our doors and I even almost lost him one morning as he figured out how to open the door early in the morning and walked all the way out to the main road!  Heart attack for me?  almost...  Imagine having to explain you lost your grandpa!  Glad I didn't have to.  He has blown his nose on my curtains, hides Ofa's toys in his suitcase and also hides Heta's Clothes in the weirdest places.  Its probably hard for him to be in a place that he doesn't know where he is.  And he was fighting with Heta every day!  So we had Maafu's uncle from Sacramento come and help.  He hasn't seen his parents for over 20 years. We thought it would be a happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt;.  well....It wasn't.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; Isi kept thinking Maafu's uncle was a man from Niutoputapu in Tonga.  He thought he was after his wife so as you can imagine it wasn't good.  Isi wouldn't leave Heta alone.  He had to go to the bathroom with her and no man was every aloud near her.  I comforted her crying many nights from her sadness.  It was hard for her not to be able to be near her son.  He often hit Heta too.  almost everyday.  We had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; them a few times.  It took all of Maafu's strength not to hit his grandfather.  Maafu's mother died when he was only a few months old so he never knew his mother.  Heta was his mother.  She raised him.  So when he saw Isi hit her you could just see it in him.  He wanted to do everything to protect her.  So I have been exhausted since this has been long nights and days of trying to keep them at peace and help Isi.  Last week for days he kept saying he was in Haapai.  And that the Methodist church had brought him here to teach a Mau'uluulu for a program. (makes sense since he used to do that).  He kept saying he was waiting for the boat to take him back to Vavau  This week he is in Tongatapu and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; he is going to Haapai to visit family.  (really we are flying them to Sacramento).  But he can't remember what day it is so hopefully we can drag this on for a while.  I'm amazed how he can remember all the past and even something that happened yesterday but then he can hit his wife and we ask him why he did it a few moments later and he has no recolition of doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine, I juggling my emotions between trying to be understanding and getting him the help he needs and then other times I want to slap him in the face and throw him out side because I think he is lying.  I've come to the conclusion that I can't do this right now.  And the family in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sacramento&lt;/span&gt; has been waiting for them to come so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; they will be on their way and stay there and there is so much more help there for them and A LOT of family and friends of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;.  Its a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a wonderful thing happened last night.  Maafu's uncle was outside and when he was coming back into the house Isi saw him and was so excited and got up to greet him.  He remembered his son!  And so since then believe it or not he still does and there hasn't been any fights and there has been peace in my house for over 24 hours!  Its amazing.  So now he remembers his son, and his son is aloud to talk to his mother and sit near her.  Isi no longer follows Heta around like a dog and I'm in aw.  He doesn't remember him from the last 6 days which I still don't get.  All the fights he got in with his son and thinking he was someone else....all gone.  No memory of it at all.  yet for the last two days he remembers his son when he sees him.....Our minds are amazingly complicated!  I just hope He doesn't relapse back into freaking out when they go to CA.  I have a feeling it gets worse with men around or new surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; so much.  Its more for my memory more than anything.  as I was reading the different stages of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; I started thinking I might be in phase one....:)  j/k but seriously...I feel like my mind is going all the time so its good to write it down.  I just love them so much and its been fun getting them stuff and helping them.  I just really really need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of my beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5FPN6INVI/AAAAAAAABEg/1tXF5GRnV1Y/s1600/DSCN7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471386725035554130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5FPN6INVI/AAAAAAAABEg/1tXF5GRnV1Y/s400/DSCN7992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four Generations of Latu-Vaki's!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EweIX7KI/AAAAAAAABEY/O1wRGmIklIM/s1600/DSCN7991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471386196814326946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EweIX7KI/AAAAAAAABEY/O1wRGmIklIM/s400/DSCN7991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EwMgux9I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZRx9ysNFJ5U/s1600/DSCN7988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471386192084649938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EwMgux9I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZRx9ysNFJ5U/s400/DSCN7988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EvvN3Z-I/AAAAAAAABEI/8KaKiEWRYHk/s1600/DSCN7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471386184220895202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EvvN3Z-I/AAAAAAAABEI/8KaKiEWRYHk/s400/DSCN7948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maafu and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grandparents&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EvMZTzcI/AAAAAAAABEA/iVp0YIWh6rY/s1600/DSCN7952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471386174873652674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5EvMZTzcI/AAAAAAAABEA/iVp0YIWh6rY/s400/DSCN7952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isi and his great grandson!  precious...  I have no words to really explain my emotions about them.  They are my family, I love them, and I wish I could do more for them.  But what makes them also so wonderful is that they understand.  They don't treat me like they think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; rich because I'm an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;.  They treat me like their own and help me understand.  Its heart wrenching to be so far from them and even more so to not be able go give Maafu more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to see them.  Oh how I wish we could live back in Tonga so our sons could learn from them. Oh how I wish I had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; paying job to fly me back and forth between both my families.  My children need them both.  I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why we are in Hawaii.  Half way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. But still very hard to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-8110787123258760105?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8110787123258760105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=8110787123258760105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8110787123258760105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/8110787123258760105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-last-two-weeks.html' title='These Last Two Weeks'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S-5FPN6INVI/AAAAAAAABEg/1tXF5GRnV1Y/s72-c/DSCN7992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1998905693023739782</id><published>2010-05-11T16:39:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:54:54.591-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just say.....</title><content type='html'>I don't like taking care of elderly people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well maybe I would if I didn't have my job right now and didn't have to take care of my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have to take care of your elderly grandparents or parents......I esteem you and think that you have guts!  Never in my life (ok maybe almost during pregnancy)  have I had the swirl of emotions that I have now.  I'll post more later but lets just say I'm tired at this minute listening to my husband telling Isi to come take a shower and Isi yelling back that he took one just 10 minutes ago...Its been two days and he is starting to smell!!!!  Good thing my nose is all stuffed up so its not that bad.  I have a feeling a fights gona break out soon!  Thank goodess I have Ofa.  (who by the way is learning so much at school).  just now during the argument Ofa walked in to the living room and yelled "Isi...come.  Kaukau!  come here...good job"  I love that he is using his words now.  No so sure I want him telling me what to do all the time though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya...I love grandpa but I'm tired of the endless laundry and cleaning, him blowing his nose on my curtains, at least one fight every day...I'm thinking he needs to go to the doctor and be given some meds!  Good thing we only have a few more days.  Its been decided that they will go to Sacramento because this just isn't working.  I'm sure grandma will come back to visit but I think grandpa is almost at his end and needs to be home in Tonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S.  Its imposible to live green when caring for an elderly person unless you want to live in a smelly dirty house!  And Clorox wipes are my best friend!  And I might need some more sheets because I cannot clean them fast enough to wash them and dry them!  Oh...just a few more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1998905693023739782?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1998905693023739782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1998905693023739782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1998905693023739782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1998905693023739782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-me-just-say.html' title='Let me just say.....'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-133550341939473380</id><published>2010-05-02T21:16:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:59:00.174-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>First of all I'd Like to thank my mother who helped me accomplish all I did this weekend. I was all over the place and she helped me so much and I felt like I was somewhat sane through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Friday afternoon and Saturday were spent making sure we were ready for the arriveal of Maafu's grandparents. Cooking, cleaning, planning. And early Sunday morning they arrived with Maafu's dad's cousin. Maafu Picked them up from the airport and they came right before we left for church. It was also Ofa's Birthday today so we had cake and ice cream and opened a few presents from the grandmas. Ican't believe how big he is and I'm so amazed with him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96BnuGEhLI/AAAAAAAABDw/xty93QYPfFk/s1600/DSCN7882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466949517062735026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96BnuGEhLI/AAAAAAAABDw/xty93QYPfFk/s400/DSCN7882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Heta and Grandpa Isi loving their cake and icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96BnF4xSRI/AAAAAAAABDo/Aivxidw3glo/s1600/DSCN7870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466949506269530386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96BnF4xSRI/AAAAAAAABDo/Aivxidw3glo/s400/DSCN7870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love technology. Grandma Suzie was able to skype with us and sing Happy birthday for Ofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate lots of good food on Sunday which was wonderful. Church was really crazy but I've got to be there and its what gives me strength to get through teh week. I've been so stressed lately and really overwhelmed but I feel happy at the same time if that's possible. Not many people would want to do waht I have been doing for the last few days unless they really were happy about it. Just having Maafu around his grandparents has been all worth it. He is so happy to be with them and that is what makes me happy. I care for them so much because I know they care about me.. by no means is the next few months going to be easy. I've now added two elderly people in my home, one of which remembers everything from the past but forgets who you are every few hours. And has a lot of other needs. It's going to be an adventure. So besides screaming children all morning long and working my butt off...I feel surprisingly happy. I feel like and look like crap physically, but my heart is full and many blessing have been given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all has been said and done, I'm just so glad I have these three to keep me smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96Bl0ZjE_I/AAAAAAAABDg/r_RvE1gznWs/s1600/DSCN7865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466949484395303922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96Bl0ZjE_I/AAAAAAAABDg/r_RvE1gznWs/s400/DSCN7865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-133550341939473380?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/133550341939473380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=133550341939473380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/133550341939473380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/133550341939473380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S96BnuGEhLI/AAAAAAAABDw/xty93QYPfFk/s72-c/DSCN7882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-2660400723011567725</id><published>2010-04-28T07:34:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:42:12.379-10:00</updated><title type='text'>PreSchool</title><content type='html'>So far so good!  I think Ofa really likes PreSchool.  Its hard to tell since I'm not home when he leaves or comes home.  Yesterday the school bus started to pick him up and will from now on.  We live like 15min walking distance but we only have one car and Maafu wasn't to fond of always having to walk with the baby and well if it was raining.....So yeah, we took the tiny school bus option.  Maafu said he looked sad yesterday when Maafu took him on the bus and put his seat belt on.  He wanted daddy to come with him.  But Ofa always trys to be strong for his daddy so he obeyed and stayed in his seat.  Maafu said when he got home he sprang of the bus in such a hurry and gave him a big hug and a kiss.  So far I haven't heard him talking about school yet.  I ask him lots of questions when I get home but he doesn't respond much about it.   But this morning he woke up early and came in the kitchen to see me and kept saying "school" and pointing like he wanted to go out and wait for the bus.  I think he was disipointed when I told him he'd have to wait about 2 more hours but I'm happy he was excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-2660400723011567725?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2660400723011567725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=2660400723011567725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2660400723011567725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/2660400723011567725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/preschool.html' title='PreSchool'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4277993191110369062</id><published>2010-04-26T12:13:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:24:23.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofa Started Pre-School Today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9YQGTbDgEI/AAAAAAAABDA/1JdJmFlwizs/s1600/downsized_0426000720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464572898339684418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9YQGTbDgEI/AAAAAAAABDA/1JdJmFlwizs/s400/downsized_0426000720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hated his back pack that he picked out and loved last friday.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to walk to school that morning even though he said he did an hour before we left.&lt;br /&gt;He walked with me into the office to finish some paperwork and proceeded to steel the little american flag next to the fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;He walked right into class flinging his back pack at me and started taking out toys. &lt;br /&gt;I asked for a hug goodbye and he said "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said ok I'll see you later and I walked out.  I don't think he even noticed.  But I really wonder what he is doing right now and how he reacted when he saw I was gone. &lt;br /&gt;He is no doubt fine since he could care less while he is playing.  Its the stop playing part that he will freak out about.  And then the speach therapy session somewhere in the day too.  I'm interested to see how he does.  Unfortunaly I have to work and can't pick him up so Maafu has to.  But this Pre school is so well equiped and the teachers are extrodinary and know what they are doing.  And undoubtedly will be able to handle him better than I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy right now and I think most parents would be so sad to see there first son go to school for the first time.  I was thrilled!!  Especially when I saw the class pet turtle in a cardboard box outside the door.....with a flower drawn on its shell....in crayon I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4277993191110369062?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4277993191110369062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4277993191110369062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4277993191110369062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4277993191110369062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/ofa-started-pre-school-today-he-hated.html' title=''/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9YQGTbDgEI/AAAAAAAABDA/1JdJmFlwizs/s72-c/downsized_0426000720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4722100685130727820</id><published>2010-04-25T18:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:44:01.315-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got elephants on my toes....What do you have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9UZ3RsPgwI/AAAAAAAABC4/NdzRXy75fkM/s1600/DSCN7837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464302160316433154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9UZ3RsPgwI/AAAAAAAABC4/NdzRXy75fkM/s400/DSCN7837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2172720257316356138-4722100685130727820?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4722100685130727820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4722100685130727820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4722100685130727820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4722100685130727820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-got-elephants-on-my-toes.html' title=''/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S9UZ3RsPgwI/AAAAAAAABC4/NdzRXy75fkM/s72-c/DSCN7837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1300775795731322214</id><published>2010-04-20T12:24:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:53:50.077-10:00</updated><title type='text'>This Kid ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S84p0P-AThI/AAAAAAAABCo/bP1TWgW0-p0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349375663525394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S84p0P-AThI/AAAAAAAABCo/bP1TWgW0-p0/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found out Ofa gets to start pre school next week monday!  Woohoo!  Its at the elementry school down the street from us and its the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S84pz9asf5I/AAAAAAAABCg/hxtwmTtSN2k/s1600/26194_1264776261728_1299414409_30595993_4140195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349370683588498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S84pz9asf5I/AAAAAAAABCg/hxtwmTtSN2k/s400/26194_1264776261728_1299414409_30595993_4140195_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys!  They make my day seem so worth it.  I love coming home to them and thier smiles!&lt;br /&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/2172720257316356138-1300775795731322214?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1300775795731322214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1300775795731322214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1300775795731322214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1300775795731322214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-kid-rocks.html' title='This Kid ROCKS!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S84p0P-AThI/AAAAAAAABCo/bP1TWgW0-p0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-1896082769940029734</id><published>2010-04-18T07:41:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:53:33.259-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 27!  What?</title><content type='html'>I really still don't feel like I could be 27 already.  Makes me want to try and put on skinny jeans and color my hair for some reason when I think about getting older.  And then I look at my self and realize that I am not 18 anymore!  But I'm not really old either.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; late 20s I think are ideal and so I'm going to try and love this age as much as possible.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; to another year of having a wonderful husband, two great kids, and living in a place that makes all my worries go out the window!  As long as I don't get pregnant again...(which I'm not planing on for a few years at least)  This next year of being 27 should be really really great! Bring on the FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't doing anything extravagant for my birthday.  We just hung out at Target and sports &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kapole&lt;/span&gt; enjoying our wish lists.  But I did get myself a water jogging belt!  which I've been wanting forever and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; bought me a book shelve to use in our kitchen area.  It is really nice!  real wood! and it was 1/4 the cost because it was clearance and only one left....I'll post pictures later.  We didn't go to dinner or anything but just spending time together and actually having our children behave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt; made it a wonderful day!  Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; for making me feel special all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-1896082769940029734?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1896082769940029734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=1896082769940029734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1896082769940029734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/1896082769940029734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-27-what.html' title='I&apos;m 27!  What?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3575536421733068626</id><published>2010-04-15T22:03:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:21:14.461-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things I love</title><content type='html'>My TINY kitchen.  You think your have no counter space?  Check out mine!  We use our table.  Although its small and my tiny stove burns almost everything I try to bake....Its quite quaint and I enjoy doing stuff in this small space like making small treats and yummy drinks..(non alcholic of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga2VuvSvI/AAAAAAAABCY/wtwtVAsRxpU/s1600/DSCN7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460644069035166450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga2VuvSvI/AAAAAAAABCY/wtwtVAsRxpU/s400/DSCN7714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hair cut!  sorry but I didn't style it yet and I'm wearing no make up what so ever!  But I feel so weightless now and I'm enjoying not having little hands pull out all my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga18koftI/AAAAAAAABCQ/DYT768TiRp4/s1600/DSCN7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460644062281891538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga18koftI/AAAAAAAABCQ/DYT768TiRp4/s400/DSCN7818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Ergo Carrier!  This is the most best thing I have ever had as far as baby stuff goes!  Its so comfortable, I wear it in the house while cooking or cleaning and go for walks and eventually be used to go hiking. It can be worn on the side and back too!  AND if fits my husband!  And has great back support unlike the baby bjorn.  I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga1ThdhYI/AAAAAAAABCI/1aaeQwDTbLo/s1600/DSCN7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460644051262735746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga1ThdhYI/AAAAAAAABCI/1aaeQwDTbLo/s400/DSCN7821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3575536421733068626?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3575536421733068626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3575536421733068626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3575536421733068626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3575536421733068626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-things-i-love.html' title='Other things I love'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8ga2VuvSvI/AAAAAAAABCY/wtwtVAsRxpU/s72-c/DSCN7714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5208224040577875967</id><published>2010-04-14T08:24:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:31:35.206-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my children</title><content type='html'>Ofa throws tantrums and fits just like I did at his age....which is pretty bad considering my mother would leave me in the middle of the park or isle in the store while she walked to the car because I was so bad.  :)   Thank goodness I turned our right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofa lately loves to hold on to things so he doesn't have to listen to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8YJJvni7SI/AAAAAAAABCA/rddOL8dGROg/s1600/downsized_0220001754a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460061661239110946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8YJJvni7SI/AAAAAAAABCA/rddOL8dGROg/s400/downsized_0220001754a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't want to come inside so he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; wrapped himself around the clothes line pole.  He stayed there quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really amazed at how Trevor is so alert and responsive.  He is doing things that Ofa didn't do till he was 4 months.  But this little baby is talking away and laughing and I swear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt; now he is going to try to roll on his side or throw himself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; out of the swing.  I've had to start using all the straps and buckles on things.  He has been able to hold his head up within two weeks of being born and ever since then does not like to be held laying down unless he is eating or he gets fussy as to say hey mom... I want to see whats going on.  I love watching Ofa play with Trevor.  Especially because I can put Trevor in the bouncy seat thingy and he will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; watch TV.  Not that I do that often but when I do he just looks at it and then Ofa stands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of him and he just keeps moving around trying to look behind Ofa.  Ofa thinks its really funny!  I know Ofa probably gets a little frustrated when I can't give him all the attention but we have always encouraged him to play on his own much of the time.  I mean we play with him and do stuff with him but we didn't want him growing up always having his demands met instantly.  This is a good thing now because he senses when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; busy or stressed out and all I have to say is "mommy is busy can you go play by yourself then I will come in a little bit" and he usually does. But I do wish I had more mommy and Ofa time. &lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how much I love my little boys.  They bring me so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8YJJb-snsI/AAAAAAAABB4/jmh_fXBWpZE/s1600/downsized_0403000937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460061655967506114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8YJJb-snsI/AAAAAAAABB4/jmh_fXBWpZE/s400/downsized_0403000937.jpg" /&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/2172720257316356138-5208224040577875967?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5208224040577875967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5208224040577875967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5208224040577875967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5208224040577875967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-children.html' title='I LOVE my children'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S8YJJvni7SI/AAAAAAAABCA/rddOL8dGROg/s72-c/downsized_0220001754a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5184977700145336825</id><published>2010-04-12T07:52:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:17:27.952-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters most!</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to loose weight!  Of course since I just gave birth 2 months ago and have plenty of excess mass hanging around!  I'm not trying to get into my size 7 jeans from High school or anything but a size 10 would be nice.  But I'll be even happy with size 12.  For now these 16s are my friends.  People always say "your not fat you don't need to loose weight".  We'll I agree.  I'm really not that fat...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I don't look at it that way but I don't feel really healthy and good food and exercise is how I feel healthy which will essentially end up in loosing some weight if I get it right.  With nursing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; I shed pounds quickly but as soon as I stopped I put them all back on.  With Trevor.....Its not happening as quickly.  but I think a lot of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; is in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bosom&lt;/span&gt; I tell ya.  Nursing is great for the baby...I'm not always fond of it.  Anyway....I live in a town of girls in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bikinis&lt;/span&gt; and skinny tourists from all over the world.  Sometimes I look around me while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; standing in line at the gas station or in the store and think man...I used to be that skinny!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; that is a good thing or a bad thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure.  I was pretty skinny in High School.  Of course I was an athlete too so I guess that is a factor in it. &lt;br /&gt;As I was standing in line at the 76 station on Saturday I felt it most.  I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to open my mouth sometimes when I shouldn't and other times I don't say anything and I should.  This time I should of...But it wouldn't of been very nice.&lt;br /&gt;A skinny guy was buying a ginormous bottle of beer and looked to be the age of 14.  But he showed his ID and verified he wasn't. Although I could tell the Cashier was having the same thoughts I was.  Then as she handed him his change a preppy skinny girl with cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pigtails&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curls&lt;/span&gt; jumped right in front of me and handed the lady some money and said 20 on #3 please.  She then looked at me and said "sorry" in her preppy tone and skipped off.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cashier&lt;/span&gt; commented on the form of short cut and smiled like she felt sorry for me.  As I was asking for two phone cards a couple walked up in line behind me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I was blocking the candy she wanted.  I heard her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt; to her significant other "I think this big girl is standing in front of what I want".&lt;br /&gt;I just paid for the cards and walked to my bike (see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; even ridding my bike everywhere too).  They got what they wanted then walked to their bikes behind me.  She made a point to do a running start and some sort of gymnastic mounting move on her decked out beach cruiser right in front of me.  I swear I saw her glare at me through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oakley&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Maybe it was a good thing not to act &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; what I was thinking during the whole moment as I was wishing bad things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; the two girls but I didn't take it badly.  I got home and realized my knees felt like I could use a knee replacement and hobbled to the couch.  Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plopped&lt;/span&gt; down beside me offered me some ice-cream........I took three huge mouthfuls then enjoyed the rest of my afternoon playing with my baby and enjoying his smiles and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I love to exercise and will eventually feel better but for now I'm just going to have to appreciate my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;postpartum&lt;/span&gt; body and give my attention to the babies.  After all they are the most important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5184977700145336825?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5184977700145336825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5184977700145336825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5184977700145336825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5184977700145336825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-matters-most.html' title='What matters most!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-3022498190196069142</id><published>2010-04-06T15:11:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:28:02.506-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Two Months Old Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vc0NDsnfI/AAAAAAAABBw/TVSyVLff_YM/s1600/26194_1264775581711_1299414409_30595977_7669886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198162905964018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vc0NDsnfI/AAAAAAAABBw/TVSyVLff_YM/s400/26194_1264775581711_1299414409_30595977_7669886_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vcz9plrpI/AAAAAAAABBo/AFV6ZFHYKOs/s1600/26194_1264770341580_1299414409_30595893_5989881_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198158769925778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vcz9plrpI/AAAAAAAABBo/AFV6ZFHYKOs/s400/26194_1264770341580_1299414409_30595893_5989881_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vczTTy1CI/AAAAAAAABBg/CuBdOfiGDfk/s1600/26194_1264770221577_1299414409_30595891_7537968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198147404223522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vczTTy1CI/AAAAAAAABBg/CuBdOfiGDfk/s400/26194_1264770221577_1299414409_30595891_7537968_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big and chunky Trevor is getting. Maafu took him to his two month check up today.  He had to get some shots :(  But thank goodness for vaccines!  With all the places we go and people we meet I want to keep him safe!  He is already 23.5 inches long and 11 pounds. He's not so tiny anymore :(  But he is so much fun.  I hate being away at work during the day but at least he is at home with his great daddy!  Best babysitter ever I think!  I feel like he is growing up too fast.  Everyday he is doing something new!  He can almost roll over to his side, he always has his feet and butt up in the air.  He moves his arms around so strong it sounds like he is doing the haka!  And I just can't get enough of those adorable coo's and giggles he gives me.  He loves to talk!  I think he'll have a full laugh in a few weeks for sure.  For two months old he is turning out to be such a smart baby.  He is so easy to please and seems to always be happy.  Especially when mommy and daddy are talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-3022498190196069142?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3022498190196069142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=3022498190196069142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3022498190196069142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/3022498190196069142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-two-months-old-today.html' title='I&apos;m Two Months Old Today!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S7vc0NDsnfI/AAAAAAAABBw/TVSyVLff_YM/s72-c/26194_1264775581711_1299414409_30595977_7669886_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7488640575526472768</id><published>2010-03-31T10:14:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:26:16.488-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>Not liking the going back to work thing but someone has to pay the rent and bill right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since having baby Trevor in our lives we realize some major areas that we need focus on in our lives right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Family scripture study and prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BUDGET (I was good at budgeting before...but we need to be even better at it now and fine tune all areas and make sure we stick to it ALWAYS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School!  Maafu will graduate with a HS Diploma this July!  Hopefully!  And start at Leeward in the Fall.  I feel like i'm going through school all over again.  Fun at times but kind of not so fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ofa...He needs to get into pre school ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are the main things that we have been thinking of lately.  I guess these are our goals this year.  Its going to be rough....but worth it in the end!  Long term goals are as follows:  New Car&lt;br /&gt;Maafu get an AA&lt;br /&gt;Buy some property (a house on it would be nice but I guess we could live in tents for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I look back at this post at the end of the year and see where we are at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7488640575526472768?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7488640575526472768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7488640575526472768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7488640575526472768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7488640575526472768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-9176421155508228473</id><published>2010-03-22T19:54:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:10:16.845-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Creme Sin</title><content type='html'>OK....So I have been literally been looking through my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cupboards&lt;/span&gt; looking for chocolate, candy, cake mixes...anything!  I can't believe how much I'm craving sugar right now!  During pregnancy I didn't crave sweets a lot which was a surprise to me.  I just didn't really want much of it.  But now I dream and talk sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tonight:  I had a piece of chicken and tapioca root for dinner.  waited 10 min to feel full.  Never came.  So I made a healthy spring green salad with feta, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato's&lt;/span&gt;, carrots and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poppy seed&lt;/span&gt; dressing!  Yum.  Waited 20 min......I was still really hungry!  And I've been really wanting Ice-cream!  Its been a week or so so I was really feeling it.  So I jumped in the car and headed for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malama&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love that store I am always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when I go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haigen Das&lt;/span&gt; section and they never have creme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brule&lt;/span&gt;.  The sign is there but there is always something like duluche something or other.  The creme brule sign just stares at me.  Teasing me that its never there.  I made a point to a bring up that unbearable feeling to the manager.  He said he'd look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I settled on Ben and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jerry's&lt;/span&gt; Tonight!  It was on sale for 2/$7.00.  I gave in and got fudge brownie and half baked!  Yum!  I had a few spoon fulls and now I'm satisfied!  I can go to bed happy now.  And will probably have a few more spoon fulls around mid night and then again when baby wakes up for a feeding around 3;00am!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malama&lt;/span&gt; always puts the small Ice cream in little brown paper bags like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; buying liquor or something!  Makes me feel so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sneaky&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-9176421155508228473?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9176421155508228473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=9176421155508228473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9176421155508228473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9176421155508228473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice-creme-sin.html' title='Ice Creme Sin'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-4596827325558472662</id><published>2010-03-11T16:28:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:31:53.885-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen and Heard:</title><content type='html'>Seen:&lt;br /&gt;Maafu sitting on the couch and trying to kill a fly with a nerf gun.  After about 20 shots he amazingly shot it down off the celing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard:&lt;br /&gt;(Ofa seems to have a facination with my breast pump lately)  I had just finished pumping and put the bottles down and Ofa gave me a hug and said "good job mommy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-4596827325558472662?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4596827325558472662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=4596827325558472662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4596827325558472662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/4596827325558472662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/seen-and-heard.html' title='Seen and Heard:'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-291396612172770527</id><published>2010-03-10T11:51:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:36:46.078-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>Trevor was blessed this last Sunday in church.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; had a stuffy nose but it didn't matter because when he speaks in Tongan it sounds so beautiful anyway.  I got all teary eyed of course.  I love my little boy so much.  He is such a blessing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5gUjewBlwI/AAAAAAAABBA/4TRsXyxbMCI/s1600-h/DSCN7695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126349087086338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5gUjewBlwI/AAAAAAAABBA/4TRsXyxbMCI/s400/DSCN7695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to put my delivery thoughts on my blog before.  So just a recap for my memory.  Sorry its long.  You don't have to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; was delivered so differently and well I did not want a repeat.  I was induced with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; because I had high blood pressure and it was not a good thing.  Then I had to have an epidural.  Don't know if any one has been induced but most of the time (verified from other sources as well)  inducements make your contractions stronger faster and closer together!  Well I was not prepared for that.  And then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa had his cord wrapped around his neck and had to have a c-section. Not fun!  So my &lt;/span&gt;total laboring hours must of been 4 hours at the most and half of it was with an epidural.  Not fun and the recovery SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor's delivery was wonderful!  I went into labor thinking I would try to do a all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;natur&lt;/span&gt; a l  but was totally up for an epidural if I chickened out!  It was like the first time all over again. Since with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even experience &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; labor and it was totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; so I never experienced those natural contractions.  Well this time I started on my own and had a not so painful pre labor experience.  In fact the first time we went to the hospital was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning.  My contractions were strong but I could walk and talk through them. But we went because for a many hours they were 5 min a part and well I live on the North shore and the Hospital is at least 45 min away!  But they sent me home  because they stayed that way for a while and I still hadn't passed 1 cm.  I even took an hour walking up and down 6 flights of stairs and all over the hospital.  Nope...they sent me home.  So we went to a friends house up in Pupakea and walked all over her property.  I even took a long bath in her ginormous bath tub.  By evening I could not walk or talk through them.  So at midnight I woke everyone up and said "I don't think I can do this" or something to that effect.  Got to the hospital... 5 cm.....it was epidural now or most likely not going to get one.  Well I chickened out because I could barely handle that pain then and I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.  I was so glad I did.  I got to sleep for about 4-5 hours without feeling a thing.  Just woke up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; my blood pressure was taken.  Morning went by fast.  Kaiser is very conservative on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; epidurals so I could feel but just not too much.  By 10:30 I could feel a lot and asked the nurse if they could up the amount of epidural.  She checked me and said "oh..10 cm you can start pushing!"  It all happened very fast.  I don't remember how many times I pushed but it wasn't many.  Trevor was born at 10:50.  They told me I made it look easy!  And well, I'm so glad that I got that epidural.  It gave me rest so I could have energy near the end and I wasn't too exhausted and could enjoy my baby right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared that I was going to have to have a C-Section before I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; into labor.  I was scared to try a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;VBAC&lt;/span&gt;.  I had 50% of people tell me it was too dangerous and then 50% tell me it wasn't.  Well I prayed about it and the risks were equal with many risks that other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivery's&lt;/span&gt; have.  And I healed really well from the first time.  I was so happy with my decision.  A vaginal delivery recovery for me was at least 50% faster and the pain was 50% less.  I have heard of mothers that opt for c-sections their first delivery.  I still can't understand why.  For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; maybe?  But its a major surgery and has lots of risks.  I understand I needed to have one with Ofa.  It saved his life and possibly mine too. But if your baby is healthy I don't know why someone would want to do that to themselves.  Anyway that is my two sense about delivery.  I've had both now and I realize each baby is different.  But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; will try another vaginal delivery for our next child.  Its the way our bodies intended to have them!  Unless you have some life threatening issue and the risks are high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all that for my memory mostly not really to entertain anyone that might read it.  I tend to write a lot but its more of a journal entry so sorry if I bore anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy Trevor is in our lives now.  I feel so much better already and I'm so excited to be his mom.  He has so much personality and is so alert and aware of things around him.  He is so precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-291396612172770527?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/291396612172770527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=291396612172770527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/291396612172770527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/291396612172770527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-blessing.html' title='Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5gUjewBlwI/AAAAAAAABBA/4TRsXyxbMCI/s72-c/DSCN7695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5396040040182366072</id><published>2010-03-06T18:45:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:10:56.565-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; my Husband will be 30! Or wait technically he already is since he was born in Tonga so we should be going on current Tongan time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get him anything special or throw a big party like I wanted to. I've been kind of busy with this whole having a new baby thing and we weren't all feeling that great anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I did get him a 6 pack of his favorite bottled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to make him a strawberry cake that he always wanted. Or a red velvet. He can't make up his mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there is something so special about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt; will also be blessing our son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; in church. I can't think of a better birthday present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a few pictures I found of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu&lt;/span&gt;. Finding pictures of him when he was a little boy are like finding rare treasures. They have all been lost or ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwwmUGYxI/AAAAAAAABA4/xNkyjwnud5w/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445749985897767698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwwmUGYxI/AAAAAAAABA4/xNkyjwnud5w/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is of Maafu's family. His Dad Taufa, His siblings Teine, Vaha, Una and Sione. And his beautiful Mother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kasanita&lt;/span&gt; who is actually very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; with Maafu in this picture. I get teary eyed just looking at it. Kasanita died when Maafu was about three months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you find Maafu in the one below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwvzFjtiI/AAAAAAAABAw/kf162V934u8/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445749972146566690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwvzFjtiI/AAAAAAAABAw/kf162V934u8/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always tease Maafu about this picture. I think he could pass off as one of those children you see on the cards they send you in the mail about donating money so this child can eat. only $25 a month........ Anyway he was a very cute kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwvgXAW8I/AAAAAAAABAo/wUuviRr6Ajk/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445749967119473602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwvgXAW8I/AAAAAAAABAo/wUuviRr6Ajk/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you Maafu. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5396040040182366072?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5396040040182366072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5396040040182366072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5396040040182366072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5396040040182366072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-30th-birthday.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S5MwwmUGYxI/AAAAAAAABA4/xNkyjwnud5w/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-5487425305724249812</id><published>2010-02-28T13:19:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:43:53.129-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor Taufa Toutai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been busy but I thought I better get some pictures posted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trevor has been a really good baby so far (knock on wood) compared to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; as a new born.  He sleeps long hours and is easy to please so far.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; adores him.  He always wants to hold him, smother him with hugs and kisses and shove his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pacifier&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth.  He is always concerned on where baby is and when Trevor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crys&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; is the first to jump up and makes sure everyone in the house knows that baby is either hungry or needs his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suckie&lt;/span&gt;".  We have our jealous moments but for the most part &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; is thrilled to be a big brother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6wH3m6bI/AAAAAAAABAQ/eCK-LGUNk6I/s1600-h/DSCN7661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438804283615666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6wH3m6bI/AAAAAAAABAQ/eCK-LGUNk6I/s400/DSCN7661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6vw7qsbI/AAAAAAAABAI/F_KQZBVUiTk/s1600-h/DSCN7654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438798126625202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6vw7qsbI/AAAAAAAABAI/F_KQZBVUiTk/s400/DSCN7654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6vb1xgTI/AAAAAAAABAA/Q8_cnD9hhoU/s1600-h/DSCN7651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438792464761138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6vb1xgTI/AAAAAAAABAA/Q8_cnD9hhoU/s400/DSCN7651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor was named after my older brother that passed away when I was a senior in high school.  His middle name &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Taufa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Toutai&lt;/span&gt; came from his grandfather (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maafu's&lt;/span&gt; dad).  Its an older Tongan name that has been around before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; inspired names.  The names apart as words have older meanings but as names together they don't really mean anything specific. We call him by all his names just like we do with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so happy to finally have him here.  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad to be done with that pregnancy!  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't do pregnancy well.  I have to go back to work in a month but for now I'm enjoying every bit of being a mom and bonding with both my sons.  I swear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; has grown about a foot since I came out of the hospital and has gained 40% more energy than he already had.  I guess having a little one around makes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; look bigger.  But I love both my little boys so incredibly that I didn't know I could have that much love all at once.  I couldn't imagine my life without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-5487425305724249812?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5487425305724249812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=5487425305724249812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5487425305724249812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/5487425305724249812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/trevor-taufa-toutai.html' title='Trevor Taufa Toutai'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S4r6wH3m6bI/AAAAAAAABAQ/eCK-LGUNk6I/s72-c/DSCN7661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-9128849007616221951</id><published>2010-02-08T17:11:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:18:46.066-10:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcoming our new little boy into the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S3DS5pEjcbI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hU3VVeYuE_U/s1600-h/DSCN7439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436076637955518898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S3DS5pEjcbI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hU3VVeYuE_U/s400/DSCN7439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S3DS5P_xGUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/427LMmxkY20/s1600-h/DSCN7442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436076631224555842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S3DS5P_xGUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/427LMmxkY20/s400/DSCN7442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Taufa Toutai Latu-Vaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born February 6th at 10:50am&lt;br /&gt;7lbs 4oz / 20.5 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Ofa when he was born. Just with darker hair and he looks redder.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more when I can....&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm going to enjoy my rest and being with my new little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-9128849007616221951?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9128849007616221951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=9128849007616221951&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9128849007616221951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/9128849007616221951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S3DS5pEjcbI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hU3VVeYuE_U/s72-c/DSCN7439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-6052763658109726596</id><published>2010-01-27T07:54:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:14:09.810-10:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain is probably one of my most favorite things.  It is water of course and I love water!  But what is most wonderful to me is how powerful water is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S2B-nrkeJ6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/4wTA8KqYnQk/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431480370784511906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S2B-nrkeJ6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/4wTA8KqYnQk/s400/Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always admired the ocean and think it is one of the greatest forces out there.  It has the healing power to calm and heal, a fun spirited side and at the same time can rip you apart and is a master of fierce violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain is the same.  It can be so powerful.  It can raise lakes and rivers, cause floods.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; move land.  But it has a peaceful refreshing side too.  I don't think I could live in the rain all the time.  But it makes me really appreciate having a roof over my head when it really comes down.  I love being in big rain storms but only if I'm kept safe.  There is just something about hearing that rain pound on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think what makes rain so special is when it is at its calm.  It brings life to all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vegetation&lt;/span&gt; around us.  Its refreshing to stand under and feel on your face.  And its most beautiful I think at night, when you can be safe inside a comfortable home and hear it sing its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lullaby's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night it rained as such.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ofa&lt;/span&gt; was sick and had a high fever.  He just wanted to be held.  As I sat there with him on his bed in the dark, I really appreciated the rain.  It brought the perfect amount of coolness into the house to help his fever subside.  It kept me awake with its calming songs that gave me strength while I helped my little boy get comfortable and fall back asleep.  and it continued throughout the night at that rate.  The perfect amount of rain to keep us cool enough to be relaxed helped our family sleep comfortably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-6052763658109726596?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6052763658109726596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=6052763658109726596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6052763658109726596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/6052763658109726596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/S2B-nrkeJ6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/4wTA8KqYnQk/s72-c/Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172720257316356138.post-7156310206974883822</id><published>2010-01-25T09:14:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:36:48.880-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 3.....or wait is this four?</title><content type='html'>Friday I felt a waterfall of yuck coming down the back of my throat.  I knew something was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;.  For the few days before that I had been feeling my ears aching a little.  Sure enough by Sunday I couldn't breath very well so back to the doctors again.  I didn't want to wait it out in fear of another rib being broken!  My cough went full force yesterday.  And is worse today.  Sure enough, bronchitis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relapse&lt;/span&gt; #3!  But I've graduated to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;penicillin&lt;/span&gt; group for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; now.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fenergan (sp?)&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;codeine&lt;/span&gt;!  Love that stuff.  Helps me sleep almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coughless&lt;/span&gt;, but as soon as I get up in the morning, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take it cause I don't want to be totally out of it.  Lets just put it this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with being sick.  I want this baby to come out.  Please just leave my body be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; though.  baby is on his way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure.  Due next week but hoping for sooner.  Well, I'd like him to wait till after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; when my mom comes but part of me is hoping for today...or tomorrow!  achy belly and lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tightening&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping for early delivery!  That is the only way I will defeat this sickness.  Now I just got to relax and not go near too many places.  They gave me some face masks to wear.  I can't bring my self to do so.  I did in the hospital yesterday and people gave me looks like I was the walking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plague&lt;/span&gt;.  Even got asked if I had swine flu.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;politely&lt;/span&gt; replied, No this is to protect ME!  Not you!  Doctor advised me to wear one if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; out in public a lot or go to the store so I don't pick up anything else.  I also carry a 12 oz bottle of germ-x where ever I go.  Hopefully by the end of the week I will be in recovery mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; though.  My lungs and ribs just ache a little but I think I'll survive.  I've come this far and well if I was sick for 7 weeks already....whats a few more?  And I'm just so anxious to see my little boy.  Even if his first sight of me I might be wearing a face mask....at least his arrival should bring good things for my recovery and he should be a pretty healthy baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172720257316356138-7156310206974883822?l=latuvakifamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7156310206974883822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172720257316356138&amp;postID=7156310206974883822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7156310206974883822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172720257316356138/posts/default/7156310206974883822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latuvakifamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/round-3or-wait-is-this-four.html' title='Round 3.....or wait is this four?'/><author><name>Le Mama!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262067969351333624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0B4B6c8nsw/TEZHYPQkXkI/AAAAAAAABIM/DSwvHsIPhgg/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
