<?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-5312569528607631245</id><updated>2011-09-19T09:09:35.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harker Clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4444847916754044821</id><published>2011-09-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:19:41.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're moving... Again, and it won't be the last time either!</title><content type='html'>So, this came to us kind of suddenly but it makes the most sense. While we were looking over Nick's schedule we realized that after this month, we would be here in California all but 4-8 weeks in a 6 month period. We talked about it and decided that it would make the most sense economically for us to go to Utah. Nick still has to travel to NJ for a couple more months, a month in Oct. Then, again come March and half of April. And in November he has a rotation in Utah, and then 6 weeks off during December-January. Anyways, the months that Nick would have to leave, Alette and I would be alone in CA, family/ friend-less so we though a much better use of our time, and a much happier use of our time would be with our loved ones. So we're still working through some of the snags (I hate HOA's for the record) but come hell or high water- Nick, Alette and myself will be in Utah October 1st, and we won't be leaving for at least 6 months (well, at least Alette and I won't be) Then, in March Nick will be told where we will be spending his residency.. Can't say I'm excited to be cold but I can say that I'm excited about having good company. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4444847916754044821?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4444847916754044821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-moving-again-and-it-wont-be-last.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4444847916754044821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4444847916754044821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-moving-again-and-it-wont-be-last.html' title='We&apos;re moving... Again, and it won&apos;t be the last time either!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8043824609194928756</id><published>2011-08-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:42:56.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Alive, Just Being Lazy.</title><content type='html'>We're still here... I have been so terrible at updating the blog. I don't know how other people are able to keep there blog so up-to-date.  Maybe I just need to come to terms with my self and admit I'm a bit lazy. Anyways, we have a ton of updating to do. So we'll get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, we no longer live in New Jersey.... we live in the sunny state of California. We miss a lot of things about NJ but we are really happy here in CA. It's a TON cheaper here and, we are closer to both sides of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a great Condo we're living in, it's actually twice as big as our last place and it's a lot cheaper too. I LOVE the kitchen; stainless steal appliances and nice tile floor. I don't love the counters, they're tile and it kinda grosses me out when I think about making bread on it because I don't think you can every truly clean the grout between the tiles. (that's just my weird opinion and I'm a little crazy about things being clean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick has started his fourth and final year of medical school which totally blows my mind. He is so close, but he still has a few years until he's completely done with the other part of being a Doctor, Residency! Nick has really enjoyed being at this hospital, people have a different demeanor here than they do in the east and it makes them a little easier to work with. He does have a little bit of a hectic schedule right now, but we're use to it now. Nick has started to apply for Residency so it's exciting but a tiny bit stressful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing the same ole thing. I stay at home with Alette watching her little mind grow. We still only have one vehicle and so it's still a little tough in that aspect. With Nick's schedule the way it is he doesn't get home until around 6-7 and so we can't really get out to do anything when he comes home. So,  I joined a gym so I could get out at night a bit. I am definitely sore, but I feel so good at the same time. It's so nice to have a little me time. I am starting to be a little more "normal" in that I mean, I'm starting to feel like I can entertain the idea of having a babysitter so that Nick and I can actually have a date night, I haven't done it yet, but I am definitely playing with the idea... I know I'm a little over the top, Alette hasn't had a babysitter besides her grandparents, and that's only when we're visiting them and she's asleep when we leave. I realized this in church when she walked away from me and let other people hold her. I guess in her own subtle way she's been trying to let me know she's ready for me to give her a little "space". As for church, it didn't take long, I got a calling to be in the Nursery. I still don't have any friends really but I haven't been here that long either so I guess in time I will make friends, hopefully before we move again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alette is just growing up too fast! She makes us smile but she also can drive us a little crazy at the same time. She's a very smart and funny little girl. She decided she was either too old or big for her highchair, we got her a booster seat so she could sit at the table and feel like a "big" girl. She actually eats during dinner time so I think she likes it. She's very particular about certain things and can get a little frustrated. If she get water or juices from food on her leg she has to wipe it off, if she gets food on her hand then she thinks we are her napkins and wipes it on our clothes. haha She loves her books and loves sitting on our laps when we read them to her. She really loves Curious George. Alette absolutely loves going outside and loves playing in the pool. She's still an excellent napper and night-sleeper. We did a road trip to UT and she was excellent, 10 hours of driving isn't always easy but she handled it like it was nothing. One thing she does that drives me nuts is when she gets mad she hits her head on things, I'm hoping it's a phase and that she'll grow out of it once we can reason with her but for now we just ignore it. Other than that she has us wrapped around her little fingers and we love every minute of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures soon, but for now I hope this update is enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-8043824609194928756?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8043824609194928756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-alive-just-being-lazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8043824609194928756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8043824609194928756'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8762328287415358782</id><published>2011-04-13T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:57:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52fKwYPHoC4/TaXUJgiRPcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Oo5yACPRG4/s1600/CSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52fKwYPHoC4/TaXUJgiRPcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Oo5yACPRG4/s400/CSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111371895291330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Majesty sitting on her "Throne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--svIT3VA-Ms/TaXUJcsGmdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cpFn518UdZM/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--svIT3VA-Ms/TaXUJcsGmdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cpFn518UdZM/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111370862795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always wants her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x3TmzRFGFM/TaXUJERGPNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1g3xgh1I2WA/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x3TmzRFGFM/TaXUJERGPNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1g3xgh1I2WA/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111364307074258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-emWE9WhcBvM/TaXUIy6gDKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/34MAXo1iSRs/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emWE9WhcBvM/TaXUIy6gDKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/34MAXo1iSRs/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111359648894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ES5TmRcHII/TaXUItEHxsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nJrIbF_hLtQ/s1600/DSC_0021%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ES5TmRcHII/TaXUItEHxsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nJrIbF_hLtQ/s400/DSC_0021%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111358078633666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little dark in the arena so this was the best we could do!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LRGcsQSAcwE/TaXT0N8izfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4Ytetqeh8ig/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LRGcsQSAcwE/TaXT0N8izfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4Ytetqeh8ig/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111006127967730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alette absolutely LOVES Blues Clues, When I need to get something done in the kitchen I'll turn an episode on for her and she'll sit (for maybe 5-10 minutes) and laugh at the characters. She actually REALLY enjoys dogs... she may be getting one for her next birthday. Don't tell Nick I said that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFubCmtqF1Y/TaXTz7ulVcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xEgGrLileMA/s1600/DSC_0034%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFubCmtqF1Y/TaXTz7ulVcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xEgGrLileMA/s400/DSC_0034%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595111001237575106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already picking at the frosting. She knows a good treat when she sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbiCJCIxXvU/TaXTzZf7yZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BXbKWwW5lYU/s1600/DSC_0038%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbiCJCIxXvU/TaXTzZf7yZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BXbKWwW5lYU/s400/DSC_0038%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110992049326482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-NvS5e1wY1Eo/TaXTzbnG3lI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-n55A_peHsk/s1600/DSC_0045%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvS5e1wY1Eo/TaXTzbnG3lI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-n55A_peHsk/s400/DSC_0045%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110992616283730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digging in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkQvNDkRBX0/TaXTYTz20iI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2nFvvNCb954/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkQvNDkRBX0/TaXTYTz20iI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2nFvvNCb954/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110526665806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to touch the camera with her mousse covered hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVzobUiYlcI/TaXTYIyt2aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/b-ugmU3CiQU/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVzobUiYlcI/TaXTYIyt2aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/b-ugmU3CiQU/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110523708234146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a bath, she opened presents! She got a lot of fun toy/books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBqTevqawhk/TaXTXvho_TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dpO79uhe9xo/s1600/DSC_0059%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBqTevqawhk/TaXTXvho_TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dpO79uhe9xo/s400/DSC_0059%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110516925726002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fhfVneGH9c/TaXTXeu0bUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zzhyQs2kOyc/s1600/DSC_0069%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fhfVneGH9c/TaXTXeu0bUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zzhyQs2kOyc/s400/DSC_0069%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110512417598786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4vqLmgLsrg/TaXTXGc-2tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TfneK49Ywiw/s1600/DSC_0074%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4vqLmgLsrg/TaXTXGc-2tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TfneK49Ywiw/s400/DSC_0074%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110505900333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&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/5312569528607631245-8762328287415358782?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8762328287415358782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8762328287415358782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8762328287415358782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-pictures.html' title='Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52fKwYPHoC4/TaXUJgiRPcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Oo5yACPRG4/s72-c/CSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4929153269860029551</id><published>2011-04-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:01:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I Say More....</title><content type='html'>P.S. I will be posting pictures in a few days of her Birthday but, I think this one will do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNfHMHxibws/TaL5-4lKr4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/x6QcJkPHCyA/s1600/DSC_0049%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNfHMHxibws/TaL5-4lKr4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/x6QcJkPHCyA/s400/DSC_0049%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594308545883058050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4929153269860029551?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4929153269860029551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4929153269860029551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4929153269860029551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I Say More....'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNfHMHxibws/TaL5-4lKr4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/x6QcJkPHCyA/s72-c/DSC_0049%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4596784139884937716</id><published>2011-04-07T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:05:50.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alette Ke'alohimaikalanimai Harker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQt8j3GvPBA/TZ8itYHoxdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rx9egP0Tz8I/s1600/NB.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/-jQt8j3GvPBA/TZ8itYHoxdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rx9egP0Tz8I/s400/NB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593227425181386194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborn Alette 6 lbs 14 oz &amp;amp; 20"&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/-p56mlzJCVWs/TZ8ittgEdpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EpF7BIRw9YY/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p56mlzJCVWs/TZ8ittgEdpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EpF7BIRw9YY/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593227430921008786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 year old Alette 24.5 lbs 34.5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       My sweet not so little girl turns one today! It has been one of the most incredible years of my life. It has been so wonderful watching her learn and grow into the little person she is. Alette is quiet the little genius too. I remember her always being so smiley as a newborn and also so aware of things around her even at only a few months old she knew what she wanted. She started out being very stranger shy and though she may get shy she loves when she gets attention from the people around her. She's a very happy baby with a lot of love and personality. Alette loves to flip through pages of books. The bathroom is her favorite room, She loves to bathe and play with water. She is now a full-fledged walker. She's to the point of almost running. She loves her blanket and will carry it around almost everywhere she goes. She loves to eat, as soon as she sees us eating she comes up to us begging for a bite. She's very smart and gets frustrated when something doesn't work the way she wants it to. She has started building with blocks the last couple days. She can only stack a couple up but she's working on it. She also loves to put lids on tupper ware of any container/ bottle. She also likes to help put away her toys, when we ask her of course (but it's a start, right?). It's amazing how much I have learned just being able to spend time with her all day, I seriously love getting her in the morning because she always has such a sweet smile and hug for me. She is the core of all happiness for both Nick and I. We love her so much and are so excited to see what the following years will bring. I just hope she slows down a bit in growing (at this rate she'll be 6 ft tall by the time she's in Junior High). ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4596784139884937716?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4596784139884937716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4596784139884937716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4596784139884937716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday...'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQt8j3GvPBA/TZ8itYHoxdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rx9egP0Tz8I/s72-c/NB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4947168836091980656</id><published>2011-02-16T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:26:54.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have We Been...</title><content type='html'>We've actually been quite the frequent flier these days. We've finally   made it home after 2 1/2 months of being away from our beloved NJ home.   It's a nice feeling, we've missed everything about the East and missed   Nick even more! When Nick came to pick us up from the airport Alette   hugged her daddy for about 10 straight minutes. Talk about a  tear  jerk-er! So, to get on with the post!&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I decided a while back  that it would be best for us to go  visit family during his Surgery  Rotation. Like I've explained in a  previous post he was going to be  living about an hour and a half away from us in a different town because  the hours are just too ridiculous to commute all the time from the  hospital to our apt. So to give him piece of mind that we would be fine  without him we went to hang out with our family in Utah and Hawaii. We  loved every minute of it but missed Nick desperately so we cut our trip  short by about 3 weeks. Nick still has to be in a different town but at  least we get to see him on the weekends and maybe occasionally during  the weekdays. It's only for a couple of weeks and really, won't be that  bad but we miss him all the time when he's gone. At least we were able  to spend Valentines together! If you're interested at all below are some  pictures of our trips to Utah and Hawaii. Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah:&lt;br /&gt;Alette and I got to Utah a few weeks before Nick was able to  come home for Christmas Vacation. During those few weeks Alette hit  milestones without hesitation and hasn't stopped since. When we got to  Utah Alette could sit but we had to put her in the sitting position and  she could roll. with in a week in a half to two weeks she could put  herself in a sitting position and she started crawling (full on crawling,  she barely visited the army crawl stage), after that there was no  stopping her. She started pulling herself up to the standing position(she's now almost walking, she walks along the side of the couch and sometimes stands without holding on.),  she was kinda scaring me, she just grew up before my eyes within 2  weeks. Nick came home and was able to see all of it for himself, I think  she was kind of scaring him too. She's too smart for her own good!  Anyways, we were able to spend time with Nick and his family during  Christmas and we had a ton of fun. Nick and I went our seperate ways. He  went back to NJ and Alette and I went across the ocean to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCQX-4OHweg/TVwRZ0H0msI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xpzHTFAV6Fk/s1600/Christmas%2BElijah%2Band%2BAlette.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/-MCQX-4OHweg/TVwRZ0H0msI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xpzHTFAV6Fk/s400/Christmas%2BElijah%2Band%2BAlette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349573963684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas: Alette and her cousin Elijah (who actually got a baby sister on Christmas too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-409kCHnVjLc/TVwRZrmiD3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ph0We1ShIN4/s1600/Christmas%2BAlette%2Band%2BSnail.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/-409kCHnVjLc/TVwRZrmiD3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ph0We1ShIN4/s400/Christmas%2BAlette%2Band%2BSnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349571676573554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alette Checking out one of her gifts.&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RsGPoQpqSk/TVwRZTXOFlI/AAAAAAAAATs/F_nC9P5l5Pc/s1600/Christmas%2BAlette%2Band%2BDaddy%2B.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/-9RsGPoQpqSk/TVwRZTXOFlI/AAAAAAAAATs/F_nC9P5l5Pc/s400/Christmas%2BAlette%2Band%2BDaddy%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349565169899090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Alette, She got the hang of tearing paper pretty quickly, unfortunately it had bad repurcussions, she now tears pages out of books.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hawaii:&lt;br /&gt;The flight was an absolute disaster! But we finally got to  Hawaii 8 hours after we were suppose to have been there. It was 2:30 in  the morning and everyone was asleep so we didn't really get to say hi to  everyone until they awoke. Alette had never met her Tutu and Tutu-man,  or anyone else on my side of the family for that matter (besides one of  my brothers and his family). Everyone was thrilled to see her and she  had a ton of fun. We went to different places on the Island and ate at  all the places I missed so much and managed to stop at the beach once.  It was so nice to have them around me. Alette also got sick for the  first time while we were there. It was a stressful time but surprisingly  it only lasted a week (even though it felt like eternity with no sleep  and a baby who was too sick to eat) She got slammed with a whole bunch  of different things all at once. (Croup, Flu, Ear-infection, and 2  teeth) All in all we loved being in the warm weather and Alette loved  not having to wear too much clothes. She's an Island girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4yEyxzTgVM/TVwRF2vAXeI/AAAAAAAAATc/MWqm4YZt4wQ/s1600/Playground%2Bstanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4yEyxzTgVM/TVwRF2vAXeI/AAAAAAAAATc/MWqm4YZt4wQ/s400/Playground%2Bstanding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349231067520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii: Standing up at the playground, notice my nervous hand trying to make sure she doesn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0jrdXuZuis/TVwRF9nCweI/AAAAAAAAATU/bMKZfgsKz6E/s1600/Hospital%2BGown.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/-N0jrdXuZuis/TVwRF9nCweI/AAAAAAAAATU/bMKZfgsKz6E/s400/Hospital%2BGown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349232913170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First trip to the hospital, she's so adorable and was being such a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hC_DGLEh22k/TVwRFu8fLdI/AAAAAAAAATM/z3aMaTGvzjs/s1600/Cousins%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbeach.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/-hC_DGLEh22k/TVwRFu8fLdI/AAAAAAAAATM/z3aMaTGvzjs/s400/Cousins%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349228976582098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alette and her cousins Alice and Asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qfxLcp37LY/TVwRFdUVcWI/AAAAAAAAATE/pLF3in4_nS0/s1600/Motorcycle.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/-9qfxLcp37LY/TVwRFdUVcWI/AAAAAAAAATE/pLF3in4_nS0/s400/Motorcycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574349224244769122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alette and her Uncle Lanakila(my brother), she really liked that motorcycle... maybe a little too much! Nick's going to have to keep tabs on this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JT-7Fy7y_BY/TVwUKah-C8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZDxotkoU04E/s1600/Grand%2BKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JT-7Fy7y_BY/TVwUKah-C8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZDxotkoU04E/s400/Grand%2BKids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574352607930878914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is all the cousins together on my side. The whitest one is my kid ;) haha&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/5312569528607631245-4947168836091980656?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4947168836091980656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-have-we-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4947168836091980656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4947168836091980656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where Have We Been...'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCQX-4OHweg/TVwRZ0H0msI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xpzHTFAV6Fk/s72-c/Christmas%2BElijah%2Band%2BAlette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7865162381109913438</id><published>2010-11-24T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:28:13.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Scratch in the Wall.</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! Nick has completed his Internal Medicine Rotation. He has been taking test every other day for about a week and a half, which means, he's been studying more than usual the last few weeks. This rotation was very LONG and towards the end it was getting wearisome. You know your husband is tired if within a week he can finish off a 24 pack of Dr. Pepper (and he's only home and awake to do so 4-5 hours an evening). So,I'm happy to say Nick has crossed another rotation off his list making us closer to his graduation (I know it's not for a while but we're one closer). Which, I don't know will be a good thing, it may be even more stressful but exciting none-the-less.&lt;div&gt; Nick's next rotation is Surgery, I have mixed feeling about it. I'm very excited for him because I know this rotation will be super fun and he'll get a lot of hands-on experience. I'm bummed about it because he has to go down to Trenton, NJ which is about 1- 1 1/2 hours away and he has to commute back and forth (unless, we decide it would be better for him to sublet a room down there). Alette and I are going to go to Utah and Hawaii to spend time with family. We hate being away from Nick but it's will be better his mind isn't worrying about us because he'll know we have some family with us. It's a long rotation but I think Nick is going to enjoy it (maybe not the waking in the wee hours of the morning or commuting back and forth in the middle of winter). I am so proud of all the hard work he puts in. Nick is such a great man! I'm a lucky woman and Alette is a lucky little girl! Great job baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7865162381109913438?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7865162381109913438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-scratch-in-wall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7865162381109913438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7865162381109913438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-scratch-in-wall.html' title='Another Scratch in the Wall.'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5587766767883933455</id><published>2010-11-10T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:12:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TNs6FN-7-7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YmY54W0ROfs/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TNs6FN-7-7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YmY54W0ROfs/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538084028109552562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Our family of Turkey's (my hand, Alette's and Nick's).)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I love that there is a holiday set aside for us to remember the stuff we normally overlook. I have so much to be thankful for and sometimes it seems we forget about them or get caught up with life. So, right now I'll take the time to recognize the most important things that I am so blessed to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The Church, without the church the struggles we go through in life would be much more difficult. I love how it brings our family even closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My wonderful Husband. Nick, is fantastic husband, he's funny, smart, good-looking, patient, loving, and an awesome daddy. I love the way fatherhood came so naturally to him, I love watching him with Alette. Nick has been able to juggle both school and home and he's done so very successfully. I couldn't imagine being married to a better man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My Beautiful and amazing daughter, Alette. She's is the light in our dark, she can bring a smile to your face so easily. I love her so much and am so grateful that I have the opportunity to be her mommy. She has a funny sense of humor already and I can't wait to see how she grows and blossoms into a young woman. It's funny how strong of a love you can have for such a small person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Family, I can't even begin to express my appreciation for my family and Nick's family. I love them and don't think I could be who I am without them. Both families have played such important roles in my life and when ever I get the opportunity to hang out with either side I get excited because there's something about just being around family that warms your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Friends, my family away from family. I love that no matter where you end up you'll make new friends and they end up being your family. It makes living far away from real family not so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Our apartment, although small, is a nice safe place that I can be confident that my family and I will be safe and warm/ cool if it's hot outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Food/ Water, I know this is a given but there's been a couple times in the last month and a half where we were out of water. I had no idea I used water so often during the day and how much of a convenience it is in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My phone/ internet. Without this technology it would make it difficult to keep in touch with our loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now this is all I can really think of off the top of my head. I'm sure there is a ton of other things and if I do think of something I will be sure to post it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5312569528607631245-5587766767883933455?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5587766767883933455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5587766767883933455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5587766767883933455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TNs6FN-7-7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YmY54W0ROfs/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8843028694088367880</id><published>2010-11-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:38:46.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well! this was our first Halloween with our small family. There's something about having a kid that just makes you want to get into the spirit of things. I decided that I would make some Halloween sugar cookies. After Alette went to sleep, Nick and I set off into the kitchen to decorate the already baked cookies, I would have done it with Alette but have you every tried doing something and actually getting in DONE when you have a baby?! I didn't think so. Anyways, I thought it would be fast because we weren't running to a lonely baby's aid every 10 seconds. It wasn't, it actually took us a few hours to decorate a handful of cookies. We resorted in eating the rest that were not decorated so that we wouldn't feel like we gave up.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s1600/Alette+Cookie+3.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s400/Alette+Cookie+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534741503495993186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First taste of Halloween delight&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aEYdnEzI/AAAAAAAAASM/MJqtkodNcUE/s1600/Alette+Cookie+7.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aEYdnEzI/AAAAAAAAASM/MJqtkodNcUE/s400/Alette+Cookie+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534741498394252082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she likes it!&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aERG3egI/AAAAAAAAASE/g2kwpy8pGBQ/s1600/Me+and+Cookies.jpg"&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aERG3egI/AAAAAAAAASE/g2kwpy8pGBQ/s400/Me+and+Cookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534741496419809794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Baker"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aEHnth8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/9c8Hbi5VoV8/s1600/Nick+and+Cookie.jpg"&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aEHnth8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/9c8Hbi5VoV8/s400/Nick+and+Cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534741493873215426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's twin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aDfBysvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nKe_chRaI2c/s1600/Cookies.jpg"&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aDfBysvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nKe_chRaI2c/s400/Cookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534741482976752370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which one doesn't belong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Since Alette is so small (I should say young, there's really nothing small about her) we didn't really want to go trick-or-treating. One, she wouldn't have known the difference and two, we wanted to avoid the stares (mainly because everybody knows a baby without teeth can't eat tootsie rolls, or anything else for that matter. Well, unless you chew it up for her first). We decided that we HAD to dress her up though just so we could record her first Halloween. Nick and I were a little lacking in the dressing up department. We didn't really have anywhere to go so we didn't put any effort in dressing up. We did get to show Alette off at a Halloween Party and our Apt Complex had a little get together for the kids. Alette wasn't too fond of her costume but I thought it was adorable. All in all our Halloween was a success (aside from the fact that we had ZERO trick-or-treaters, I guess we look creepy?). I think next year Nick and I will be a little more enthusiastic about Halloween... not that we weren't this year but like I said before we lacked in some areas ;)! I hope you all had a Happy Halloween, I know we did!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TNAFcXkHPeI/AAAAAAAAASk/PfJ6rmeSCbs/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534929926958300642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Tiger Alette. Rawr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TNAFb1KopYI/AAAAAAAAASc/pXlbNPelEOg/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534929917724632450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s1600/Alette+Cookie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s1600/Alette+Cookie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s1600/Alette+Cookie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close up&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;On another note, Nick has to go down to Trenton, NJ come the end of November which means that I wouldn't have a car or a husband (for that matter) for about 3 months. It sucks, but we've decided the best thing (financially and physically) to do will be me and Alette going to Utah and stay with family there. Alette and I are not happy about it and quite frankly we hate to do it but we also like having loved ones around. One a lighter note, I will also be able to go to Hawaii in January to see my family. Alette will finally be able to meet her tutu and tutu-man. So there's good and bad, but we'll make the best of things. We will be able to spend Thanksgiving with Nick and Christmas, so there's no holidays that will be missed (if you're not counting our anniversary and my birthday, Valentines day and Nick's birthday... I guess we are missing a lot!) O well, we'll just have to do something really awesome when I get back from our "vacation".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: Alette is now back to eating as much as ever, she also insists upon eating "big people food". She stares and Nick and I while we eat dinner and waits until we offer her some. I think she's in the midst of another growth spurt (like she needs it!!!). &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/5312569528607631245-8843028694088367880?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8843028694088367880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-october.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8843028694088367880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8843028694088367880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-october.html' title='Happy October!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TM9aErd9d2I/AAAAAAAAASU/iiR8TLQocbo/s72-c/Alette+Cookie+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2772362443649080765</id><published>2010-10-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:54:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! Eating Issues...</title><content type='html'>I am the kind of mother that is constantly worried about my baby (what mother wouldn't be). I think I tend to "over worry" and Nick would attest to this. I know I need to "chill out" a little, but before I can I need to talk about it and see if anybody else has gone through this. Okay, se here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Alette went from being a fantastic eater, I mean she was eating 32-35 oz a day. She has always been a good eater, she's is very big for her age and therefore, she needs all those calories. About a week or two ago she suddenly stopped wanting to eat her solid baby food. She absolutely hates baby cereal and has since I've tried to get her to eat it. She does however like to eat vegetables. She also hates fruit, she won't touch the stuff. Anyways, so she stopped wanting to eat solids, then she suddenly wouldn't take her bottle as much. She seriously FREAKS out when we cradle her to feed her, she kicks, screams, and cries. I don't know what to do. She has started to eat her solid food again and she'll probably eat a total of 1 container a day of some kind of vegetables. She has not however picked up on her regular amount of food. She is now MAYBE eating 25 oz a day. I am so worried, and I get so frustrated not with her but with her new eating habits. I feel like a failure, I think "did I go wrong somewhere?", "did I do something wrong to not make her want to eat?". Nick isn't too concerned about it, I should listen to him. He's almost always right.  I know I should trust Alette's instincts, and know she'll eat when she eats. What do you think? Do I have cause to be concerned? Should I just "relax" a bit and see what happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, let me know what you think. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2772362443649080765?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2772362443649080765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-eating-issues.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2772362443649080765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2772362443649080765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-eating-issues.html' title='Help! Eating Issues...'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2636228679349156298</id><published>2010-10-11T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:43:05.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 a year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLObiwnh4fI/AAAAAAAAARs/0iJjKSFullc/s1600/SundayDress.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLObiwnh4fI/AAAAAAAAARs/0iJjKSFullc/s400/SundayDress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526932189182288370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Length: 28 1/2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 19 lbs 13 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently wearing 12-18 month onesies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Well our baby is looking more and more like a toddler than an infant. We took her in to get her shots on Saturday. Nick was finally able to make it to one of her appt. and he had to hold her while they gave her 3 shots. It was so sad, but I was glad Nick had to do it instead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alette can/likes to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; Roll- She has recently found out she can roll to her tummy, it was driving me nuts because after she got to her tummy she couldn't get back to her back. She now knows how to flip back and forth but when she's tired and/or lazy she just cries and waits for us to put her on her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; Eat- She's always liked eating but she really enjoy's her baby food. She LOVES carrots, squash, sweet potatoes. She likes some other vegetables. Although, just the last two days she has really started fighting us about eating, it's kind of worrisome but I hope she snaps out of it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; She still LOVES bath time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; She really loves paper? don't ask me why but she gets excited when we go and get the mail and I give her one of the envelopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt; Loves getting her ears cleaned. She stop what she's doing when we start rubbing her ears or cleaning them, she'll just lay there and look at the ceiling.&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;Well, I can't really think of anything else off the top of my head. She was teething a little but no tooth has appeared yet and it's kind of sad to have an extremely grumpy baby that you can't do anything for. Over all she is a joy to be around. Nick and I have so much fun with her and can't wait to see what her next milestones bring us!&lt;/div&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/5312569528607631245-2636228679349156298?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2636228679349156298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-year-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2636228679349156298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2636228679349156298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-year-old.html' title='1/2 a year old!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLObiwnh4fI/AAAAAAAAARs/0iJjKSFullc/s72-c/SundayDress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1685269167620354517</id><published>2010-10-09T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:45:07.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE FOR ALETTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to enter Alette in the Gap Casting Call. Vote &lt;a href="http://www.gapcastingcall.com/GapCastingCall/EntryDetail.html?id=362492"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;  for Alette and help us dominate! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLEoaUfirDI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ucnr2y5Sm8I/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLEoaUfirDI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ucnr2y5Sm8I/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526242650403023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5312569528607631245-1685269167620354517?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1685269167620354517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/vote-for-alette.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1685269167620354517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1685269167620354517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/vote-for-alette.html' title='VOTE FOR ALETTE!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TLEoaUfirDI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ucnr2y5Sm8I/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2580254101929635576</id><published>2010-10-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:56:24.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Royalton, Vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while and due to my laziness I will just skip to our latest trip. Nick and I decided that it would be a nice break for us to get a way from the hustle and bustle of our Jersey lives. Since we had no obligations this weekend and Nick had avoided being on call we thought it would be nice to go visit my mother in laws best friend. Elder and Sister Mitchell are serving their mission in South Royalton, Vermont which is the birthplace of Joseph Smith. It was about a 5 hours drive and worth it. The drive was absolutely beautiful this time of year with all the fall colors in full blown. As we drove up onto the ground you could feel the peace and calm spread over us. It is a place of pure serenity. Alette was extremely well behaved. She tolerated the long drive with very little fussing. I was dreading the drive for her but she showed me up! She slept really great the night we got there and was an absolute angel! Below are pictures from our trip.&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtki5BlyaI/AAAAAAAAARc/4sXXmafKHMg/s1600/Alette1.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtki5BlyaI/AAAAAAAAARc/4sXXmafKHMg/s400/Alette1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619918485866914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alette in the beginning of our trip.&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkiWSlZcI/AAAAAAAAARU/uxUAkC-Ukdc/s1600/Alette+Beef+Jerky.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkiWSlZcI/AAAAAAAAARU/uxUAkC-Ukdc/s400/Alette+Beef+Jerky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619909161903554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to keep a kid occupied give them a piece of garbage. (out of all the toys I brought her she wanted to play with this. it kept her busy for about 30 minutes!)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkh1iwJ7I/AAAAAAAAARM/kQoYaY-O8s8/s1600/Nick+Driving2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkh1iwJ7I/AAAAAAAAARM/kQoYaY-O8s8/s400/Nick+Driving2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619900371347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quick picture, on our way to Vermont.&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkRXbnjdI/AAAAAAAAARE/YmV177Si3gA/s1600/Scenery7.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkRXbnjdI/AAAAAAAAARE/YmV177Si3gA/s400/Scenery7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619617410452946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love all the colors. (Up-state NY)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkQw6KOAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GmkZUj058xI/s1600/Scenery6.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkQw6KOAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GmkZUj058xI/s400/Scenery6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619607069571074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up-state NY&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkQYBnMPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xLjlZeIlrig/s1600/Scenery5.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkQYBnMPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xLjlZeIlrig/s400/Scenery5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619600389943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's something about this picture that reminds me of Princess Bride (I don't know why but it just comes to mind). Love it! (Up-state NY)&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkPimeZjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/f4tcNT8EYvs/s1600/Scenery4.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkPimeZjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/f4tcNT8EYvs/s400/Scenery4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619586049041970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Up-state NY)&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkPfvbZhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/URaHiv52LVY/s1600/Scenery3.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtkPfvbZhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/URaHiv52LVY/s400/Scenery3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619585281287698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Up-state NY)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj66dkAhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v5SEvJa3KSk/s1600/Alma-Steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj66dkAhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v5SEvJa3KSk/s400/Alma-Steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619231676858898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elder and Sister Mitchell and us.&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj6E0O3RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_xkUsDK71wI/s1600/Alette+bundled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj6E0O3RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_xkUsDK71wI/s400/Alette+bundled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619217276427538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alette's first time being "bundled up"!&lt;/div&gt;&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj5Wi9tdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GkxIbv3-XrM/s1600/Birthplace+family.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj5Wi9tdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GkxIbv3-XrM/s400/Birthplace+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619204855969234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front step to the house Joseph Smith was born in.&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj4oJyrFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TEmQ1V7UdKU/s1600/JosephSmithstatue2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj4oJyrFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TEmQ1V7UdKU/s400/JosephSmithstatue2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619192402357330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph Smith Statue.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj4NFvu2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/o837RJMDZvQ/s1600/Monument+family.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtj4NFvu2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/o837RJMDZvQ/s400/Monument+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524619185137630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph Smith Monument. Put up on the 100th year anniversary of Joseph Smith's birth.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjlLRLAQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MEMYmDU8OYI/s1600/Monument+close-up.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjlLRLAQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MEMYmDU8OYI/s400/Monument+close-up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524618858231169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjkcvVPNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nvsM6SmBf1E/s1600/Fireplace+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjkcvVPNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nvsM6SmBf1E/s400/Fireplace+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524618845741202642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President Hinckley stood right here and spoke.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjj1XShbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/STVpD-qlGw8/s1600/Carseat3.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjj1XShbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/STVpD-qlGw8/s400/Carseat3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524618835171378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjjhBD3TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/stv2ejBoW4U/s1600/Carseat2.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjjhBD3TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/stv2ejBoW4U/s400/Carseat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524618829709434162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy as can be! Love her!!!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjjPnp_YI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jep98J2wfpc/s1600/Scenery8.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtjjPnp_YI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jep98J2wfpc/s400/Scenery8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524618825039478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home. (sorry about the fuzziness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This trip definitely gave us what we needed. Maybe one day you'll go there too!&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/5312569528607631245-2580254101929635576?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2580254101929635576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/south-royalton-vermont.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2580254101929635576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2580254101929635576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/10/south-royalton-vermont.html' title='South Royalton, Vermont'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TKtki5BlyaI/AAAAAAAAARc/4sXXmafKHMg/s72-c/Alette1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8313797150514180786</id><published>2010-08-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:32:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Mommies, I Need Suggestions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember an older blog post I wrote that was about Alette and her magic tricks, well it's starting to drive me bonkers! Alright, so Alette has a tendency of doing 90 degree turn while she's sleeping. This has only become a problem as of recently because she is now long enough to KICK the rails of her crib when her head is against the other rail. Now, you probably are wondering what the problem is and the problem is this, she wakes herself up (either because it hurts when she kicks the rails or because she makes so much racket how could anyone sleep through it) therefore she wakes us up! I'm not sure what we can do because us going in there to correct her from sleeping that way would wake her up too. SO, does ANYBODY have any suggestions on what we could do? Maybe this is what I will have to live with, but we were so spoiled having a baby that slept through the night and I want it that way again! Below are some pictures incase you don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGnAotwWsDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zTMQGGDh0M0/s320/Horizontal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506143825146851378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;This is the way we put her to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;After:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGnBh3UpIEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/G1RpigMFNvM/s320/Vertical.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506144806967517250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the way we find her, notice her little feet against the rails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGnAptDa97I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nL5OgNaFosY/s1600/Upside+down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGnAptDa97I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nL5OgNaFosY/s320/Upside+down.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506143842138257330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;I decided to put this one because she's so irresistibly adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;(I know it's upside down, but that's the charm of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-8313797150514180786?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8313797150514180786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/alright-mommies-i-need-suggestions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8313797150514180786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8313797150514180786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/alright-mommies-i-need-suggestions.html' title='Alright Mommies, I Need Suggestions!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGnAotwWsDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zTMQGGDh0M0/s72-c/Horizontal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4253659848861202846</id><published>2010-08-15T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:09:44.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Lately, we have been getting a lot of comments on how cute our baby boy is.  Normally, I would feel proud.  There is one small problem though, Alette is not a boy!  Alette has a little bald head and a black car seat.  We got a black car seat hoping it would be unisex enough to where we can use it if we had a boy one day so I can see the confusion.  Alette usually wears pink though and has a pink blanket so I still wonder why people think she is a boy.  Alette is not ashamed of her baldness though, she told me in a recent conversation of ours that many beautiful women are bald.  Have a look at these three beauties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGgBPasnHqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OTRhWK7vYn4/s1600/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGgBPasnHqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OTRhWK7vYn4/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505651908836531874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted Sinead O'Conner is a bit nuts a lot of people think she is beautiful.  Demi Moore and Natalie Portman sport their scalps well.  Even though I think Alette is a bald beauty I really do hope that one day her hair grows in.  Not only do I want to learn how to do pig tails and braids, mostly I really just don't want her to end up looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGgCwzs6_bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bVpfIjnn0tc/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGgCwzs6_bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bVpfIjnn0tc/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505653581996031410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4253659848861202846?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4253659848861202846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/bald-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4253659848861202846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4253659848861202846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/bald-is-beautiful.html' title='Bald is Beautiful'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGgBPasnHqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OTRhWK7vYn4/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7689604383081692275</id><published>2010-08-11T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:18:19.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months and Growing!</title><content type='html'>My goodness! My little baby almost isn't a little baby! Alette turned 4 months on the 8th. I obviously knew she was going to grow, but I had no idea it would be this quickly and I also didn't think she was going to be so enormous (call me naive, I know Nick and I are slightly above average in height but since she was average when she came out I figured she would keep at that and MAYBE be a little bit above, but o was I wrong).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM79rTvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vf2iCEh0coU/s1600/Pink+Flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM79rTvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vf2iCEh0coU/s320/Pink+Flower2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504309100360457122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Porcelain Doll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Stats:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Weight: 17lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Height: 27"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She currently wears 6-9 month onesies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM42Zoto2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YxoxCdppkUU/s1600/Playing+with+her+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM42Zoto2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YxoxCdppkUU/s320/Playing+with+her+Ball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504305676822618978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alette playing with her ball (her favorite toy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM4XMU_roI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sb5O_eMTpNU/s1600/Holding+Bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM4XMU_roI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sb5O_eMTpNU/s320/Holding+Bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504305140674309762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alette holding her bottle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alette can/ likes to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Roll over! She has rolled over twice just before hitting her 4 month marker (just by a couple days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sit-up, she can't do it all by herself yet but she loves to be upright to see everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eats rice cereal, she was a little picky at first but she's getting use to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- LOVES standing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Still LOVES her baths, it's surprising what a little warm water can do to her mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- LAUGHS! I absolutely LOVE IT! I love when she does her funny little giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Lay in bed with her mommy and daddy. In the morning when I'm too lazy to get out of bed for good I go and get Alette when she wakes up and she'll lay beside us and talk up a storm. (She's probably telling us to get our lazy butts out of bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Enjoys playing with her toys, she realized she can grab things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Likes it when daddy tosses her in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the best thing since sliced bread!&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;&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/5312569528607631245-7689604383081692275?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7689604383081692275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-months-and-growing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7689604383081692275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7689604383081692275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-months-and-growing.html' title='Four Months and Growing!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGM79rTvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vf2iCEh0coU/s72-c/Pink+Flower2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2007871791219229217</id><published>2010-07-19T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:18:41.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TESGKKtbTGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_Q1WGuxxtQY/s1600/Kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TESGKKtbTGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_Q1WGuxxtQY/s320/Kelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495664954530548834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is Kelly and the headband she's wearing is like the one you'll win!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My adorable Sister-in-law, Kelly set up a cute Etsy shop (&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kellycrunner?ref=top_trail"&gt;The Pink Elephant Shop&lt;/a&gt;) in February. Since then, she has gotten a lot of compliments about her shop and has also been featured on different sites. The most recent activity that involves Kelly's creative goodness is &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/2010/07/etsy-giveaway.html"&gt;Dandelion Wishes&lt;/a&gt;, they are having a giveaway! You could be a lucky winner if you just follow the instructions on their link. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 106px;" src="http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq48/aprildurham23/MamarazziButton.png" alt="Dandelion Wishes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2007871791219229217?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2007871791219229217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/07/etsy-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2007871791219229217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2007871791219229217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/07/etsy-giveaway.html' title='Etsy Giveaway!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TESGKKtbTGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_Q1WGuxxtQY/s72-c/Kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8480966769762361924</id><published>2010-07-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:20:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up... Sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't been very diligent in keeping up with our blog. So I have to catch up a little in this one blog post. Things have been going really well. We've been having a ton of fun on our new adventure. These are just a few of the things we've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxXGhGhUQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9PWumBThiDU/s1600/Our+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxXGhGhUQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9PWumBThiDU/s320/Our+Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493361414961713410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to New York and got our first family photos taken. Alette wasn't very cooperative. She was hot and tired and she HATED wearing her headband. We had bought her a size 3 month jumper dress to wear earlier that week and it should have fit her but she was once again too big (she's about 9-10 weeks)! There were a lot of things that I wish I could have changed BUT, our Photographer, &lt;a href="http://saraweirphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara Weir&lt;/a&gt; (click on her name and see her wonderful work!), did a fantastic job on our photos. I love the colors so much and they actually managed to look really great, we probably couldn't have pulled it off without Sara!&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxW8nqhBPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FsuoMv7N6Es/s1600/beautiful+blues+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxW8nqhBPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FsuoMv7N6Es/s320/beautiful+blues+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493361244924609778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxWyLZMGjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zLtSVXVk4g/s1600/White+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxWyLZMGjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zLtSVXVk4g/s320/White+hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493361065537051186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alette turned 3 Months old! She is enormous. We compare her to the other babies that are a year old in our branch and she is very close to their size. She is now wearing 6-9 month sleepers. We constantly get stopped while we're shopping, people love to look at her, they tell us she looks like a porcelain doll. We are very lucky parents, she giggled for me one day and it was so wonderful. I have been trying to get her to giggle again but I guess I'm not funny enough. I have also been trying to introduce her to baby cereal, she doesn't have the patience for it yet, when she's hungry she wants that bottle in her mouth and no questions asked!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got a new calling as the Relief Society 2nd Councilor. It's been alright, I have had to teach a lesson and that was a little nerve wracking for me but I got through it. I am also in charge of teaching the Literacy Class, I've only taught one so far and it went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxWCZLPxHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/28LsCi3J-Ro/s1600/Family+Med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxWCZLPxHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/28LsCi3J-Ro/s320/Family+Med.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493360244602946674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nick just finished his Psychiatry Rotation. It's bittersweet for me, Nick had such an easy schedule. He was coming home from any where between 12-2 P.M. which was so nice for all of us, we were able to spend a lot more time together than I thought we would. It is nice that he is moving on to his next Rotation, which is Family Medicine. Psychiatry was a little too depressing. Needless to say, Nick will not be a Psychiatrist but he did enjoy the learning experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was Nick's first day of Family Medicine. He looked so wonderful as he headed out the door with his white coat! I'm so proud of how far he's come!&lt;/div&gt;&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;&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/5312569528607631245-8480966769762361924?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8480966769762361924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/07/playing-catch-up-sorta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8480966769762361924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8480966769762361924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/07/playing-catch-up-sorta.html' title='Playing Catch Up... Sorta'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TDxXGhGhUQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9PWumBThiDU/s72-c/Our+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3585691421417742178</id><published>2010-06-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:35:33.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just me, but, I swear Alette is magic. Sort of anyway. She just manages to do somethings that I have no idea how she was able to do it, and it's always when my back is turned! Examples:&lt;div&gt; - We set her in her crib one way and when I go to get her in the morning she is laying in the opposite direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - She manages to push herself off of her blanket when she's on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, those are the only two I can think of at the moment, but I know there are more examples I just can't think of. I try watching her to see if I can catch her moving, nothing. She simply will not move around like that when I'm looking. She's a bit stubborn, but I will catch her. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3585691421417742178?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3585691421417742178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/06/mysterious.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3585691421417742178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3585691421417742178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/06/mysterious.html' title='Mysterious'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2621143459356351387</id><published>2010-06-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:09:11.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month and 2 feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TA_Sok-kD3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uTLRx8e97c/s1600/Big+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TA_Sok-kD3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uTLRx8e97c/s320/Big+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480830866095869810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alette sitting in her bumbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alette has hit her two month mark. She is growing SO fast it's unbelievable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her new stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 13 lbs 4 oz (at birth she weighed 6 lbs 15 oz) She's in the 97% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length: 24 1/2 in (at birth she measured 19 inches) Can you believe that, in 2 months she's grown 5 1/2 INCHES! She's off the charts for height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At two months Alette can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold her head up for about 5 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles when you talk to her and smile at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep through the night (she slept 11 hours last night, went to bed at 7:30 pm woke up at 6:30 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put herself to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that make Alette happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES to eat, she eats a HUGE amount for such a small belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath time, she will sit in her bath and smile and coo at us, she splashes her little legs too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting up on the couch or in her Bumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Binky when she's about to go to bed, she'll suck for a little while and then spit it out when she's ready to be put in her crib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not forget...Daddy makes her happiest! (written by her daddy)&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/5312569528607631245-2621143459356351387?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2621143459356351387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-month-and-2-feet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2621143459356351387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2621143459356351387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-month-and-2-feet.html' title='2 month and 2 feet'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TA_Sok-kD3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uTLRx8e97c/s72-c/Big+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7587711302094093434</id><published>2010-05-24T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:19:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alette's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   Alette was blessed on May 9th, 2010. A day after she hit 1 month. She is growing so fast, and looks so adorable in these pictures. Nick's mom is a seamstress, a very good one too, she made Alette's blessing dress and it turned out to be absolutely beautiful! After her blessing my brother and Nick's family and friends came over to the house and had a nice little get together. It was nice to spend the day with family, my parents weren't able to make it but, I will be able to go to Hawaii in a couple months so that my family can spend some time with Alette. I hope you enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryru1AkwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bGfWwQKa9YA/s1600/Blessing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryru1AkwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bGfWwQKa9YA/s320/Blessing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474955130140922626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     She's so perfect! &lt;div&gt;                                           (I know I'm being bias, but just look at her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryrX-LwXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z3xq9qlqmPA/s1600/Blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryrX-LwXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z3xq9qlqmPA/s320/Blessing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474955124005388658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice how blue her eyes are! Nick and I both have brown eyes, I know they have a chance of changing but with how light they are I am pretty sure she will be our blonde hair/blue eyed beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryqmR-KJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g91Ec3IZtw4/s1600/Blessing"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryqmR-KJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g91Ec3IZtw4/s320/Blessing" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474955110666610834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             I had to post this one because I love it when she makes this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryqUPp7yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AS_wuljmEUw/s1600/Blessingfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryqUPp7yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AS_wuljmEUw/s320/Blessingfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474955105825058594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Our first family photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7587711302094093434?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7587711302094093434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/alettes-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7587711302094093434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7587711302094093434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/alettes-blessing.html' title='Alette&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S_ryru1AkwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bGfWwQKa9YA/s72-c/Blessing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1272297689979983284</id><published>2010-05-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:11:18.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttnLCHR1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNnWDn9Po7U/s1600/Smile+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttnLCHR1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNnWDn9Po7U/s320/Smile+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470586692115580754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttee3o_VI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hj6H5IDcLx0/s1600/Smile+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttee3o_VI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hj6H5IDcLx0/s320/Smile+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470586542821539154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttSwQR3xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LJC1kUKiOws/s1600/Smile+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttSwQR3xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LJC1kUKiOws/s320/Smile+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470586341329854226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! Sweet smiles that let you know you're doing something right. It makes waking up in the odd hours of the night worth it. It makes absolutely everything worth it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Blessing photo's to come soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5312569528607631245-1272297689979983284?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1272297689979983284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-every-moment.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1272297689979983284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1272297689979983284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-every-moment.html' title='Loving Every Moment'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-ttnLCHR1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNnWDn9Po7U/s72-c/Smile+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1870998520729068561</id><published>2010-05-07T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:50:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-RrcFM7BhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q2P5rIqgFPE/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-RrcFM7BhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q2P5rIqgFPE/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468613977711511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many weeks of being put off over and over again, we finally got our final placement letter from the St. Georges University Clinical Department for our clinical rotations.  The way it works is they gave us a preliminary placement back in December for St. Joseph's Regional Medical Center in Paterson, NJ.  The reason why it was preliminary is because we still had to take Step 1 USMLE exam.  Sometimes kids fail that test and are not allowed to move onto clinical rotations.  This means the school and hospitals have to make some changes in order to accomodate the change in number of students.  The University does their best to keep you on yourpreliminary placement but sometimes they do have to change you.  This means that you cannot get a lease on an apartment or make any arrangements at all to move to your new place until you get this final letter confirming your placement.  Normally, the school is supposed to give you this final placement 4 weeks in advance from the start date of your orientation at the hospital.  SGU is notorious for making mistakes and dragging their feet and they did not disappoint this time either.  9 working days after the deadline to get us our placement they finally sent it.  I had explained to them we needed our placement on time because flights were filling up fast and we would have to rent a car if they were late sending our letter because we had to ship our car and it takes two weeks at least to get there.  The response I got to my stern email was " it will be there sometime this week."  I had heard that from them before, "It will be there in one or two weeks", "It will be there next week", "It will be there late this week or early next week", and so on.  Luckily, finally this was the week and we were confirmed to go to St. Joseph's FINALLY!!!!  I am relieved and excited but still upset because now we do have to rent a car because SGU was so late getting their act together.  Oh well, I will be working at the hospital for the next year and a half, then I will graduate and will no longer need to deal with the school's administration any longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-1870998520729068561?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1870998520729068561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1870998520729068561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1870998520729068561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-wait.html' title='A Long Wait'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S-RrcFM7BhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q2P5rIqgFPE/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-633336601036922762</id><published>2010-04-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:46:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Alette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                 This is Alette when she was first born...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8nqBh6pvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GAAoP8sCkKg/s1600/Alette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8nqBh6pvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GAAoP8sCkKg/s320/Alette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153335168581234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         And, this is Alette 9 days old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8np4RDDn5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZtDe5La3MTk/s1600/Alert.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8np4RDDn5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZtDe5La3MTk/s1600/Alert.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8np4RDDn5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZtDe5La3MTk/s320/Alert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153176021606290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's been a week and a half since our little girl decided to make her appearance. She is growing so much and so fast. She is a good sleeper, the last few days she has been waking up only twice a night (knock on wood). She also eats a ton (she's starting to get a double chin). I love being her mommy, she makes me so happy. It's amazing how fast these little ones grab your heart. All I want to do is make her happy. She smiles a ton, though, I know it's involuntary it's still melts my heart. She has definitely changed our lives and we're loving every minute of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-633336601036922762?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/633336601036922762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-alette.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/633336601036922762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/633336601036922762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-alette.html' title='Little Alette'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8nqBh6pvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GAAoP8sCkKg/s72-c/Alette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1599817297458007278</id><published>2010-04-10T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:44:09.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke'alohimaikalanimai - The Shining Brilliance from Heaven Here Upon Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8Dfkc7eu2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MFL0kvqrvsE/s1600/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8Dfkc7eu2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MFL0kvqrvsE/s320/DSCN0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458608565706996578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuulei was due to have Alette on April 21, 2010.  We went visit the doctor on April 7 and he said, "If I were a betting man, which I am not, I would say you are going to have your baby April 8."  I thought, well wait that is tomorrow!  We were initially shocked at such news but were very excited.  Our little angel was going to come early!  We went on the rest of the day minding our business and went to bed.  Neither of us could sleep for some reason, I finally fell asleep around 12:30 AM.  At about 1:00 AM Kuulei woke me up and said she was having back pains.  We knew about back labor so I asked her if the pain was constant or coming in waves.  She said it was coming in waves so I thought it was time to take her in.  We had planned to have Alette at Orem Community Hospital.  I had always heard good things about their Labor &amp;amp; Delivery department and our doctor preferred Orem Hospital over Utah Valley Regional Medical Center.  We showed up and sure enough the contractions were coming...and they were coming stronger and stronger.  Kuulei was in exquisite pain for about 2 hours until the anesthesiologist showed up with an epidural.  After that Kuulei was much more comfortable.  Our doctor was alerted that Kuulei was in labor but he was in the middle of a C-section for another patient so we had to try and wait for him to finish.  I guess Alette was too excited to come because they had to give Kuulei some drugs to kind of slow things down a bit so the doctor could get there.  Finally, around 7:20 AM the doctor showed up and began the process of getting Alette out.  I was standing by watching and I saw a little umbilical cord coming out.  Not a good thing for a baby because all the blood supply from the mother can be cut off and the baby can get into big trouble.  Our doctor calm as ever said, "oh wow look at that" as if he had done this a million times.  He got the tongs out and started to pull, I saw a little head full of blonde hair coming out and I thought, hmmm how did someone else's child get in there!  Then I saw a big beautiful purple face followed by a 6 lbs 15 oz purple body.  It was Alette!  All the sudden she let out a little wail, it was great to hear her voice.  She measured 20 in. and had no real complications.  All in all it took about 6 hours from the time we brought Kuulei in to the time Alette said hello.  I got to watch Alette get a bath and it was so funny to see her little naked body getting scrubbed down.  Her golden locks seemed to beam after a nice shampoo.  She has been a quiet little thing as long as she doesn't get messed with too much.  Perhaps she is like her dad in that when she is comfortable she doesn't want to be bothered.  Kuulei and Alette were doing so well they discharged them 12 hours early so last night was our first night with Alette.  She all the sudden did not act like the quiet, mellow baby she had been the past 48 hours!  We had fed her, cleaned her, and everything else so I couldn't quite find out why she wouldnt' settle down and get some sleep.  Around 2 AM after Kuulei and I were getting so tired staying up with her I thought, hmmm maybe she just hates her little bed?  I put down a nice soft microfleece blanket on the floor and laid her down.  Voila!  She calmed down.  We still didn't get any sleep though because we were watching her like a hawk hoping she wouldn't suffocate or anything.  I knew I would be an over-protective parent.  I am sure with experience I will be less nervous.  So there you have it, that is pretty much the story of how Alette Ke'alohimaikalanimai Harker came into the world.  Kuulei and I just adore her and look forward to all the years of excitement as we watch our precious daughter learn and grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-1599817297458007278?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1599817297458007278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/04/kealohimaikalanimai.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1599817297458007278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1599817297458007278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/04/kealohimaikalanimai.html' title='Ke&apos;alohimaikalanimai - The Shining Brilliance from Heaven Here Upon Us.'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S8Dfkc7eu2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MFL0kvqrvsE/s72-c/DSCN0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8433620021624925699</id><published>2010-03-29T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:46:42.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S7EPRrNs9sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_R40VUlxik/s1600/37+weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S7EPRrNs9sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_R40VUlxik/s320/37+weeks2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454157420054771394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S7EPJFQh-UI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9H_0zev7Ecw/s1600/37+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S7EPJFQh-UI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9H_0zev7Ecw/s320/37+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454157272427133250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I've hit 37 weeks, which means Alette can be considered "full term". I thought I would never reach the end and now that it's in sight it feels like it has slowed down a ton. We are so excited for our little girl to make her appearance. We are actually pretty anxious for her to hurry up and get here. We have so much that will be going on in the next month, we just want a little quiet time with her. I was thinking she will be coming a little early and now I'm not too sure. I guess she'll come when she's good and ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5312569528607631245-8433620021624925699?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8433620021624925699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-ive-hit-37-weeks-which-means.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8433620021624925699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8433620021624925699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-ive-hit-37-weeks-which-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S7EPRrNs9sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_R40VUlxik/s72-c/37+weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-13844275957592863</id><published>2010-03-09T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:39:21.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Blog</title><content type='html'>You have heard of "writer's block", well we have been experiencing what I call "writer's blog". Ah Ah Ah, get it?  That is just one of the many corny things I say that Kuulei has to put up with.  Anyway, we have not written on our blog for awhile because there isn't too much to say I guess.  All I do is study for the board exam and teach one day a week at Utah Valley University.  It has been a real blessing for me to work there because with just 6 hours of work per week I get paid as much as I would working 20 hours a week somewhere else.  That way I can make money all while not losing too much time for my studies.  Kuulei was working at OrangeSoda.com not long ago but quit because the baby is soon here.  We got about 6 more weeks!  I helped my dad fix a plumbing leak in our shower upstairs...that is about the highlights of the last 3 months.  When I take my exam and get my score back I am sure we will have plenty of things to say and update you on so don't give up on us yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-13844275957592863?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/13844275957592863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/03/writers-blog.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/13844275957592863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/13844275957592863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/03/writers-blog.html' title='Writer&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-721923085853356311</id><published>2010-01-17T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:13:24.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing is Half the Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S1OoeLqQuFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFcwXViYPoo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S1OoeLqQuFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFcwXViYPoo/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427867212391168082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out what the seh of our child is this month.  Yes, I said seh.  Our family has an inside joke that we don't say sex because it is a bad word.  Instead we just say seh.  That has kind of morphed into other uses such as call me on my seh phone rather than cell phone but I digress.  Anyway, Kuulei and I went down for an ultra sound Dec 14th the Monday after I came home from Grenada.  I had a huge smile on my face just like cookie monster always does when he sees cookies.  I saw a head, arms, legs, and then we got down to the nitty gritty to see if it was a boy or girl.  I saw what seemed to be a boy then all the sudden the ultrasound got into focus and there was no doubt we were having a girl!  I was very happy and excited but at the same time I thought, "heaven help me when she is a teenager".  I am sure I will be one of those dads.  We had Ezekiel as a name for a boy and Alette for a girl's name so looks like our daughter is going to be called Alette Ke'Alohimaikalanimai Harker.  I have been practicing saying her middle name.  Kuulei's eldest brother came up with the middle name for us, it means the shining brilliance from heaven here upon us.  I thought that was quite fitting because that is how I feel about the whole thing.  Our little angel, I can't wait to see her in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-721923085853356311?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/721923085853356311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/knowing-is-half-battle.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/721923085853356311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/721923085853356311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/knowing-is-half-battle.html' title='Knowing is Half the Battle'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/S1OoeLqQuFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFcwXViYPoo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5420006231943772280</id><published>2010-01-17T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:11:38.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Now Rejoice the Long Night is O'er</title><content type='html'>It was a funny feeling, Jan 11 I usually head back to Grenada for another round of school.  This time though, I stayed here.  It wasn't because I couldn't get a flight, nor was it because I was sick.  Ok well, I did have the flu that week but that isn't why we didn't head back to Grenada.  We stayed in Utah because I finished all of my work in Grenada!!!  5th term was a lot of fun and a lot of hard work.  Of course you can't go through a semester of medical school without a lot of stress as well so I experienced a lot of that too.  As most of you know Kuulei got sick with morning sickness and had to go back to the U.S. so I was stuck in Grenada to fend for myself.  I found joy in cooking treats for neighbors that were always so kind and helpful to me, and I also enjoyed hosting weekly BYU football games.  We were fortunate enough to have some classmates that had slingbox so we could catch the Cougs in action.  Without cooking and football I had nothing to look forward to each week other than the Sunday night skype with the fam and Kuulei.  5th term was fun, I enjoyed pharmacology and did well in that class.  I didn't like the way pathophysiology was taught and I especially didn't like the way we were examined in there either but I figured out a few tricks that helped me do well enough.  I won't comment on clinical skills for 5th term, they know what they did and I hope they make the changes for the other incoming 5th termers this semester.  Shame shame shame.  Anyway, I actually did the best grade-wise in 5th term.  I also got to go to the hospital on rotations once a week and it was fun to see how the hospitals ran, or didn't run, in Grenada.  I always enjoyed meeting patients and it was fun to see that I am actually able to kind of piece together some of the things I am learning in school to actually help people feel better.  I am glad that I am done in Grenada, but I already miss some things.  Coke, ting, sitting on the bus and chatting with my pals and who could forget going to church!  It was a long tough two years but I find great joy and satisfaction in knowing I accomplished something like that.  I believe we all have the power to accomplish great feats no matter what it is if we are tenacious, hard working, and never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-5420006231943772280?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5420006231943772280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-now-rejoice-long-night-is-oer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5420006231943772280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5420006231943772280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-now-rejoice-long-night-is-oer.html' title='All Now Rejoice the Long Night is O&apos;er'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5765459189065462569</id><published>2010-01-17T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:04:33.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><content type='html'>Well we have kind of slacked a little here on our little blog.  For those of you who like to follow along we are sorry about the lack of updates.  For those of you that don't like to follow our blog, don't worry about it because you didn't even notice!  Kuulei told me to tell everyone how the end of my 5th term went and about our baby update.  I have written about both of these on my own personal blog nickolasharkermd.blogspot.com.  However, maybe not everyone follows along there so I will post about these two stories here.  I hope you enjoy the news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-5765459189065462569?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5765459189065462569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5765459189065462569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5765459189065462569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7132734451997056162</id><published>2009-12-06T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:56:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Know Where We Are Going!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sxw2pS8V4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DHzE-m4rz3I/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sxw2pS8V4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DHzE-m4rz3I/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412260935279960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the hardest things about beginning a career in medicine has been the unknown.  I began doing this in 2005 not knowing if I would even get in or not.  I was an art major and didn't care about my grades because all I had to be was a good artist.  For two and a half years I worked on getting pre-requisites done and trying to get a decent MCAT score.  I had always hoped that I wouldnt' be wasting my time.  Two and a half years is a long time.  Luckily, St. Georges was willing to give me a chance and suddenly a lot of the unknowns became known as I knew I would at least be in Grenada for the next two years.  Once I got to Grenada I thought, "Well what happens after Grenada?  Will I be able to get good enough grades to make it?  More unknowns crept back into my life.  I made it to 5th term and did well on my first two sets of exams and only had one more set to go.  It appeared that it would be very difficult to fail and I would be able to move on to the next step in life.  However, I had no clue where that next step was.  Friday night I found out though, we are going to St. Joseph's Regional Medical Center in Paterson, NJ!  It is nice to have an idea where we will be and how much money it is going to cost.  (A lot!)  I think each chapter in life is going to have a lot of unknowns but it is not worthwhile to worry about them.  One of my favorite books is "The monster at the end of this book".  Sesame Street's Grover is the star and the whole book is about him trying to convince you to stop turning the pages because there is a monster at the end.  He tries to rope up the pages, and build brick walls to keep you from turning the pages.  Quite ingenius really.  At the end of the book Grover finds that the monster at the end of the book was him.  It turned out there was nothing to be afraid of.  I can liken our experience here to my favorite book.  It is scary and we try not to find any monsters but in the end things have always had a way of working out.  We are excited to move to New Jersey and see what it has in store for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7132734451997056162?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7132734451997056162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-know-where-we-are-going.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7132734451997056162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7132734451997056162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-know-where-we-are-going.html' title='We Know Where We Are Going!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sxw2pS8V4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DHzE-m4rz3I/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5925039893361905684</id><published>2009-11-11T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:39:00.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Husband in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SvuB94QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HM142bmf3fU/s1600-h/FlowersfromNick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SvuB94QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HM142bmf3fU/s320/FlowersfromNick.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403055078033211842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out like any regular day. I woke up excited to talk to Nick, ate some breakfast and started to dread about going to work. Well, I finally decided to get ready for work and make my lunch. I got to work like any other day thinking about all the stuff that I had to do and all the time that was left in the day. I just got off the phone with a client and had to ask one of the guys a question. I walked to his desk and was talking to him for a couple minutes when a the receptionist came back with a bouquet of flowers. I thought to myself, thats really sweet. Some lucky gal is going to be getting those beautiful flowers. Well she walks up to me and says "would you like me to put these on your desk". For a minute I look at her like she was crazy, and I finally said "yeah, my desk would be great". When I finally came to, I realized that my wonderful husband had sent me a wonderful surprise. The guy I was talking to started teasing me because I had blushed so red I could have blended in with the roses in the flower arrangement. When I got to my desk I looked at the card and was filled with overwhelming emotions (I'm sure because of the pregnancy these emotions are magnified). I started bawling my eyes out. What had made these flowers so precious to me was that, my husband, who is thousands and thousands of miles away had taken the time and thought about me and thought to do something for me that was so sweet and thoughtful. Yes, these flowers will die in a week but the way he made me feel will go well beyond that time. I love my husband, and it's been very difficult for him and I to be apart from one another but we love each other no matter how much distance you put between us. Nick is a wonderful husband.&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/5312569528607631245-5925039893361905684?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5925039893361905684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweetest-husband-in-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5925039893361905684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5925039893361905684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweetest-husband-in-world.html' title='The Sweetest Husband in the World'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SvuB94QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HM142bmf3fU/s72-c/FlowersfromNick.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-8586095294555692791</id><published>2009-11-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:58:10.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Go...Nobody Knows!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I submitted something that I have been anxiously awaiting to submit.  I was allowed to finally submit my top three choices for rotations.  This will determine where Kuulei, Baby, and I will be living for the next two years after Grenada is all said and done.  My first choice was Kern Medical Center in Bakersfield, California.  We wanted to be near family in Utah and Bakersfield is somewhat similar to our home town Orem.  Crime is a bit more and it might have more people but the general feel is pretty similar.  I have passed through a few times on my way to LA.  Anyway, I am not sure if we will get it or not.  I hear there are very few spots and I thought we were the class with the largest amount of available spots!  Sad that a large amount is still actually quite small.  Also a GPA of 3.2 is required for the pediatrics rotation.  As smart as I am I definitely don't have a 3.2.  Second choice was Lincoln Medical Center/Sound Shore Medical Center in New York City.  We thought we could live up a little bit north of NYC and I could take the train into town to work.  I am not sure how trains and stuff will work out just yet so we will just see if we get placed there and I will deal with how to get to work after that.  We just wanted to kind of be out of the city in the suburbs but we will see.  Third choice is St. Barnabas in New Jersey.  A lot of our Grenada friends are there already so it would be cool to see them again.  They could also show us the ropes and tell us which neighborhoods not to live in.  I don't want to have a loaded gun on my nightstand haha.  Anyway, it is really exciting.  I have lived in Grenada for 2 years and I am anxious to close this chapter of life and see what there is to read in the next chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-8586095294555692791?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/8586095294555692791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-we-gonobody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8586095294555692791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/8586095294555692791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-we-gonobody-knows.html' title='Where We Go...Nobody Knows!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7901654396054637526</id><published>2009-10-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:29:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Favorite Letters</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but for some reason I have always been on the hot side.  Don't judge, I don't mean to say I am extremely good looking with a perfect body.  What I mean to say is when others are cold I am either too hot, or perfectly comfortable.  I know that men have a higher temperature than women from testosterone, higher red blood cell count, and higher metabolic needs.  Maybe my thyroid is slightly over active?  Who knows, but what I do know is I have always just seemed to have ice in my veins.  People would ask me where I wanted to go to medical school.  I would always reply, "somewhere with 4 seasons".  As luck would have it I have ended up at a school where there is one season. SUMMER!  A summer that constantly feels as if it is in the height of the July heat in Utah.  Not only that but a stifling humidity has made things for this snowman especially difficult to bear.  I have good news though!  Our church finally installed some AC!  Yes, that is right AC!  My two favorite letters in the alphabet.  Just yesterday we took the new AC for spin and church was a lot more enjoyable when I was no longer sedated by the day's heat.  The Grenada branch has been growing, there seem to be baptisms each week with people who really seem to be solid and committed.  We have had to put an addition on the church as well and I am happy to see it filled to near capacity.  I mainly wanted to blog about this so my old Grenada friends could hear the news and see the progress we have made in such a short amount of time since they left.  It has been neat to see things change so quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7901654396054637526?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7901654396054637526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-two-favorite-letters.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7901654396054637526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7901654396054637526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-two-favorite-letters.html' title='My Two Favorite Letters'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2747260611740972510</id><published>2009-10-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:37:51.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Bump"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Stkf44Pu-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4GYoaIoiCqA/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Stkf44Pu-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4GYoaIoiCqA/s320/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377090784394178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I started a new job. I've been working there for almost a week now. It's been very exhausting and all I want to do at the end of the day is sleep. I've been wondering for sometime when I would start poking out or start showing. Well, yesterday I went to a little BBQ our work had put on and then I was called by some friends to come and hang out. All I have to say is yesterday I didn't notice a belly and when I woke up today I suddenly had one! I've been keeping Nick up to date on the belly and until today he couldn't really see a difference. Today, when I showed Nick his reaction was "holy crap, it's getting big" granted I know I look pretty small still and to be frank if you didn't know who I was you would probably just think I was a little pudgy. I can definitely tell and Nick obviously can tell too and he just sees me on Skype. I came downstairs this morning and told Nick's mom I have some awful horrible news, I pointed to my belly and she laughed and said "well, what did you expect? To grow a 10lb baby without a belly?" haha I laughed and told her well I just thought it would take a lot longer, I'm a little nervous because I haven't said a single thing to my workplace. I don't really even have to actually. Sooner rather than later it's going to become apparent though. I'll just cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I should just be grateful I haven't gained any weight really and so that means it's all just baby. haha. All 3-4 inches of him/her. Tomorrow, Nick's  mother and I plan to go get a few blouses, something that will buy me more time to get use to this growing belly of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2747260611740972510?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2747260611740972510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/bump.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2747260611740972510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2747260611740972510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/bump.html' title='The &quot;Bump&quot;'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Stkf44Pu-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4GYoaIoiCqA/s72-c/Photo+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2192223138978304557</id><published>2009-10-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:28:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long 3 Months!</title><content type='html'>Nick has been waiting FOREVER to be able to announce that we are going to be having a baby. I just have to say Nick is so sweet and adorable, I love seeing how excited he is about his baby. Just to give you all a little update with what has been happening and what not. &lt;div&gt; Well we got to Grenada a couple days after I found out I was pregnant, I was only four weeks and since we didn't know what to expect we carried on with our lives as usual. A week after we had been in Grenada I started throwing up! I would have been fine to stay there except I hadn't been able to stop... It had been a week and I had lost maybe a little more than 5 pounds. I was really weak and felt awful everyday. Poor Nick was just so worried about me every time he had to leave and go to school. We decided that it was time for me to go back to Utah where I could get proper healthcare and also so Nick would worry about me all the time. I move back in with my very caring mother and father-in-law. I flew the entire day and was weak and exhausted by the time I got to Utah, When I say Nick's mother and father I just wanted to cry. It was such a warm friendly face and I knew that we had made the right decision in sending me back. We went to the emergency room as soon as we got in, I had been having some pain and was afraid it wasn't a good sign. I was afraid the entire day of having a miscarriage. When I finally got behind to see the Doctor they drew some blood from me but had a really hard time finding a vein and when they stuck that needle in my arm and started wiggling it around I passed out. When I woke up again I was a little disoriented. My sweet mother-in-law was right beside me bed and she just smiled and told me what happened. A little while later they decided to take me down to get an ultrasound, at this point I was only about 6 weeks and 5 days. That was when I first saw our little peanut and heard the wonderful sound of his/her heartbeat. It was such a rewarding sound that all of my troubles seemed to melt away. Well I was discharged and we were a little annoyed because they hadn't given me an iv. well a couple weeks went by and I was still throwing up. I went to a clinic and they gave me something else for the vomiting, and it didn't work. I went to see my Doctor and FINALLY they said I needed to go to the hospital right away and get an iv. I can't tell you how much better I have felt! By the time I finally got that iv I had lost 15 pounds. I still haven't gained the weight back but I haven't thrown up in a while and I have been feeling really great! I'm just so excited and overjoyed about being blessed to have a little baby. Nick and I both know that it is a blessing and we are so grateful for the opportunity to be a father and a mother. I make 3 months tomorrow and despite all the worrying I have gone through I am SO glad we have these months under our belts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2192223138978304557?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2192223138978304557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-3-months.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2192223138978304557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2192223138978304557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-3-months.html' title='A Long 3 Months!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3094640578914604522</id><published>2009-10-04T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:25:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SskgwxksvbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RnrHlpWa8Mc/s1600-h/12weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SskgwxksvbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RnrHlpWa8Mc/s320/12weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388874451438583218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come! I have been waiting for a few weeks now to announce we are expecting a little baby in April!  Kuulei finishes her first trimester tomorrow and we are very excited to see baby is growing and it's tiny heart is pumping away like mad.  We added a little ticker to the blog so you can check it out to keep up with what our baby is looking like.  We want to name it Ezekiel if it is a boy, and Alette if it is a girl.  We will keep you posted on the happenings.  We are going to be parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3094640578914604522?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3094640578914604522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-little-angel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3094640578914604522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3094640578914604522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-little-angel.html' title='Our Little Angel'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SskgwxksvbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RnrHlpWa8Mc/s72-c/12weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5187710701699253522</id><published>2009-08-19T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:54:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not in Kansas Anymore.  (Well ok Utah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SoyanzljReI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MRo7ITQU7yk/s1600-h/DSCN0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SoyanzljReI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MRo7ITQU7yk/s320/DSCN0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371838464199443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I have to come to terms with it... we're back in Grenada. I shouldn't complain though, we had an excellent flight coming down and it took us roughly 15 or 16 hours (Jim, that ones for you). We woke up early in the morning and got and three different flights and we were able to make it down here about 10ish Grenada time(Yes! All in ONE day). Nick has had such a wonderful time in his new classes. He loves talking to patients and loves what he's learning so far, and I can't complain because he doesn't have to leave early in the morning anymore!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, just to recap a little bit of our vacation. Nick and I were able to go to the temple once a week, it was such a nice experience and helped us get the "recharge" that was very much needed. We were able to go to Park City, it was SO fun see all the different things that were there not to mention the wild life that kept popping up as we went down the Alpine Slides. We took a walk up Bridal Veil. It was so beautiful. The heat was bearing down for a good part of our vacation and it was pretty hot, never the less, we enjoyed it thoroughly. It did rain a little toward the ending of our stay. We were able to see most of Nick's family (besides Erika guys) and my a small portion of my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the thing I enjoyed most about Utah was feeling like I was alive again. I have wonderful sister-in-laws that are always so kind and inviting toward me I feel like I hand picked them out of the "worlds best sisters". haha, corny, I know. I KNOW, I have the best mother and father-in-law out there because nobody can be kinder and more genuine than Brent and Jenni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I MISSED about Grenada, (yes, it's true I actually missed something) was probably the children. My primary children are so inviting and so loving and just your interaction with them will make you want to wrap you arms around them all and hold them tight just so they know you really truly love and care for them. They always have a smile on their face when they greet you at church, I can't wait for us to finally go to church this Sunday(although, I can probably tell you I'll be wishing to go back to Utah in a few weeks, or maybe even days!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you can see we have put a little count down widget(it probably just makes us seem a little excited to get off this Island, FOR GOOD!). Anyways, stay tuned we'll try to keep you all as updated as possible(if I'm not too lazy). We love you all and we thank our family for such a wonderful time! We'll see you in December(maybe I should post my Christmas list so you guys can start gathering everything ;) jk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-5187710701699253522?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5187710701699253522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-not-in-kansas-anymore-well-ok-utah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5187710701699253522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5187710701699253522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-not-in-kansas-anymore-well-ok-utah.html' title='We&apos;re not in Kansas Anymore.  (Well ok Utah)'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SoyanzljReI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MRo7ITQU7yk/s72-c/DSCN0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2849666849557386937</id><published>2009-08-17T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:16:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Run in with Ginger</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are back in Grenada.  Something funny happened to me on the flight down.  I asked for Ginger Ale because I always order Ginger Ale when I am on the plane.  I noticed Canada Dry Ginger Ale now makes their Ale with real ginger.  I wonder what they made it with before?  Anyway, I was enjoying my first sip with all the sudden like I felt a sharp pain in my upper left teeth.  I have a sensitive spot there and the Ale was cold so I figured no problem.  Then I noticed my upper left lip was numb.  My teeth were soon to follow and it felt like the dentist had just given me that notorious "little pinch" and shoved a huge needle in my gums loaded with anesthetic.  I kind of panicked a but and wondered, oh no what happened!  Have I somehow cut off the blood supply or damaged a nerve?  I told Kuulei my symptoms and she said, "Oh you know what I think it is?  Ginger can do that."  Sure enough about 5 minutes later I felt normal again.  I never new ginger could do that...now I want more Canada Dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed I put up a countdown to when we leave Grenada for good.  It is kind of depressing to look at right now but it should be fun to see the days get closer to zero.  Luckily I don't look at my blog every day so that this unwatched pot will eventually boil.  If anyone knows how to tweak the HTML correctly so that I can get the thing to fit all the way I am all ears.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2849666849557386937?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2849666849557386937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-in-with-ginger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2849666849557386937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2849666849557386937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-in-with-ginger.html' title='A Run in with Ginger'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3354575770562271437</id><published>2009-08-14T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:02:44.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Bellies and Empty Pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;"Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity."&lt;br /&gt;~Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where to start. Our vacation has been so relaxing and fun I don't know where to begin. Actually, I do. The food! I think back a while ago when I was still in Grenada wishing I could just eat a nasty greasy burger, well I got more than my fill. I actually think we've gained a little weight indulging ourselves in all this fast GOOD food. Just so you know what I mean, beneath is a list of places we have gone to while we've been home for 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's                         Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;Burger Supreme           McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Outback Steakhouse   Mimi's&lt;br /&gt;Zuppas                           Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;Olive Garden                Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;Bankok Grill                 Kneader's&lt;br /&gt;Chik-Fil-A                     Sabarro's&lt;br /&gt;Papa John's                  Flaming Wok&lt;br /&gt;KFC                                Chili's&lt;br /&gt;JCW's  Burgers            L&amp;amp;L (Hawaiian Grill)&lt;br /&gt;Cold Stone                    Pretzel Maker&lt;br /&gt;Apple Bee's                  Einstein Bagels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been tons of fun to be with friends and family. Being able to be in a familiar place, with familiar faces. I think we over did it on the food, but what can we say we had to make up for six months! I think I've even forgotten how to cook! hehe, jk. We are very excited to begin our last semester in Grenada. The next post will probably be the places we've gone to have fun (it's not even a fraction of where we've eaten, don't be surprised to see a tiny list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3354575770562271437?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3354575770562271437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-bellies-and-empty-pockets.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3354575770562271437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3354575770562271437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-bellies-and-empty-pockets.html' title='Full Bellies and Empty Pockets'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3975146397587167936</id><published>2009-08-07T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:03:55.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Lazy Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>Well, school starts again on Tuesday.  I thought I would give a summary of how our vacation went.  It went all too fast as we knew it would.  It was a time for us to come home and eat dirty disgusting fast food.  We got to go shopping at all the stores.  We even went shopping in Salt Lake!  We didn't buy a whole bunch of stuff but it was fun just to pretend and window shop.  We got to see MOST of my family and even part of Kuulei's family.  We lost a loved one, we gained a new loved one all within a couple of months.  We got to eat our favorite cereal and eat at Texas Roadhouse. We went to the temple almost every week.  It was pretty cool because I have not learned so much there as I have this summer.  I studied a little bit for boards and spent more time playing video games or hanging out with the fam and Kuulei.  I think that even though we don't want to leave and head back to Grenada, we are rested and energized to take on the challenges that lie ahead for the next 4 months.  I was terribly tired by the end of last term so I am happy and excited to work hard for 5th term.  It is hard to leave loved ones, but we only have 4 more months to go and then we don't have to go back.  Once we are back in the states for good it will be easier to come and visit the family.  Our goal is to get residency in or close to Utah so the harder days hopefully are behind us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3975146397587167936?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3975146397587167936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-lazy-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3975146397587167936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3975146397587167936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Those Lazy Days of Summer'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2656644363965395413</id><published>2009-06-27T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:47:21.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to You By the Letter "P"</title><content type='html'>I was reading a funny story that a friend of ours wrote about her son getting peed on and it brought back a funny story of me getting peed on. My family and I were just kneeling down to family prayer and normally after family prayer I would take my dog out to go to the bathroom then lock her in her bed. Well, as we were praying I heard Mahina(the dog) whining, I thought she could hold it, being that while she is in her bed at night for 9 or so hours she doesn't let a drop touch her pillow. Well all of a sudden she jumps on my back. I thought she was just going to play around because she would sometimes just jump on me and run away. I was wrong. She actually jumped on my back then straddled my head and started peeing on my neck. I was really grossed out but I didn't want to disturb the prayer so I just sat there I was making little squeaking noises so my dad looked up and saw what Mahina was doing, all of a sudden he yelled at her and she jumped off of me and the prayer was ended. I hurried to my dogs defense saying she was doing what she was trained to do by not going to the bathroom on the floor. Anyways, it makes me laugh every time I retell the story, even though it is sort of embarrassing, but what's life without a little embarrassment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2656644363965395413?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2656644363965395413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/brought-to-you-by-letter-p.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2656644363965395413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2656644363965395413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/brought-to-you-by-letter-p.html' title='Brought to You By the Letter &quot;P&quot;'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2079119576162445552</id><published>2009-06-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:42:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SkVq2Ohqw_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CSBPLeNZLkk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SkVq2Ohqw_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CSBPLeNZLkk/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351801212044493810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed it, this was the scene at our apartment today.  Ok you are right our apartment isn't quite this big.  That doesn't take away from the glee and celebration we had today after my last exam.  We were a little nervous that I might blow it and not pass pathology but I made it through and did alright on the final.  We have been here a long five and a half months.  It has been full of stress, busy bees, and relentless pressures.  We have lived to tell the tale and are happy for the experience we have been able to have.  We now feel if we can make it through 4th term we can make it through anything.  I think that is true, us humans can do just about anything we put our minds to as long as we work hard enough to make it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2079119576162445552?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2079119576162445552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2079119576162445552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2079119576162445552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-celebration.html' title='It&apos;s a Celebration!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SkVq2Ohqw_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CSBPLeNZLkk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3705467084692974370</id><published>2009-06-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:54:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now We Know Why it is So Humid Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of all Sundays, I would say that today topped all of them. For one, it is our last Sunday for this term! Secondly, today seemed like it was pretty normal until the end of church. Grenada has given us so many memories to look back on that I can't resist mentioning one that will forever be stuck in my head. Nick and I were heading out to the car and right in the opening of the church (which is only about 3 feet wide) a little boy decided he couldn't hold his pee any more. He decided the front gate was the best place to let loose. He pulled his "thing" out and started to pee, after he finished he looked up at us like it was nothing. He put his "thing" back in his pants and reached down to wipe off his shoe (and it wasn't a couple drops, it covered the top of his shoe) which got in the way of his stream. He wiped it off on his pants and just strolled along. I have been in Grenada for nearly 6 months and in those months I have seen more people pee on the side of the road than all of my years I have lived in America, that includes camping trips with 5 brothers.&lt;br /&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/5312569528607631245-3705467084692974370?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3705467084692974370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-we-know-why-it-is-so-humid-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3705467084692974370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3705467084692974370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-we-know-why-it-is-so-humid-here.html' title='Now We Know Why it is So Humid Here!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7006875239006947083</id><published>2009-06-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:35:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freudian Slip</title><content type='html'>  Nick didn't have to go to school today because it was a holiday. We decided to sleep in and when we woke up it was almost 9 (am). Bacon sounded like a good way to start our day off so we went down to IGA to get some. When we came home Nick said that he would make breakfast. He fried up the bacon and the eggs and we had some english muffins. Nick had prepared a plate for me and when we gave it to me I was going to say "Thank you Baby", but at the same time I was going to say "Thank you Nich". At the same time I was thinking I would say "Thank you Nicky". Well needless to say I took the "b" from baby. The "ich" from Nich, and the "y" from Nicky. Nick looked at me with a semi astonished face, and then just bursted out in laughter. I was kind of astonished myself. Maybe subconsciously, that was the exact thing I was thinking of! &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/5312569528607631245-7006875239006947083?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7006875239006947083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/freudian-slip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7006875239006947083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7006875239006947083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/freudian-slip.html' title='Freudian Slip'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-728366075601352479</id><published>2009-06-04T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:13:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having an "Ice" Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SihjI13HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TOVlYbGfHhs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SihjI13HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TOVlYbGfHhs/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343629961423462130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you may know that while I was in high school I wrestled. Not only do I have a love for wrestling but I have a love for all sorts of sports. I loved going to high school football games, volleyball games, basketball games etc. Pretty much any sport I love to either watch, do it, or at least try it. I will admit that I do not like golfing and yes I have tried it. I just don't have the love for it as I do all the other sports. Recently, I have found a sport that I really really enjoy watching. As a lot of people may know it is the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Hockey has been so intense and interesting to watch. They don't really have Hockey in Hawaii but they don't exactly have a lot of ice. The first time I watched a hockey game was when I was living in Washington, I really enjoyed the game, even though I didn't know exactly what was going on. I think the reason I enjoy watching it so much more is because I know what is happening. Nick is so great in answering all my questions while watching his game. We only get a few games every now and again. Its nice to be able sit and watch it along with Nick and actually talk to him about the games. Plus, some of the players are pretty studly. I really hope if we have boys they will be able to share the love of sports Nick and I both have. Don't get me wrong though, even if our kids absolutely hate sports we'll still love them.&lt;div&gt;P.S. As of now I think H. Zetterberg is the studliest of all. Nick and I have also decided to name one of our sons Henrik. haha Henrik Harker, has a nice ring to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-728366075601352479?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/728366075601352479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-ice-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/728366075601352479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/728366075601352479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-ice-time.html' title='Having an &quot;Ice&quot; Time'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SihjI13HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TOVlYbGfHhs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2623667424381634748</id><published>2009-05-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:15:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Like a Porker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SiGT3KlSfZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aBMyt26N340/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SiGT3KlSfZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aBMyt26N340/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341713208980962706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I were able to get away from our uneventful lives for an hour. We decided to go out for dessert! While Nick and I were getting ready I had a "normal" feeling come over me. Could it possible be Nick and I were actually going to go out and have fun without the worries of Grenada and school. YES, it was possible. We went to "The Beach House". It was a pretty nice restaurant. It only took us an hour to get dessert, I know that sounds like a long time but for Grenada its actually pretty fast. We did make reservations though, and I think that helped our time along. Nick and I decided to get the Grand Etang Mud Pie. It was great! I didn't think I was hungry at all because we had eaten dinner just before going down, but I guess I was because I managed to out eat Nick if you can believe that! We also sat a while humming Disney songs seeing if we could guess the right movie, as sad as that sounds. Needless to say, we had an absolute wonderful time. &lt;div&gt;P.S. The Mud Pie was twice the size of the picture, I know out eating your husband isn't what most women would like to admit to, but I have a little competitive side. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2623667424381634748?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2623667424381634748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-like-porker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2623667424381634748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2623667424381634748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-like-porker.html' title='Feelin&apos; Like a Porker!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SiGT3KlSfZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aBMyt26N340/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-6906180405503151043</id><published>2009-05-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:28:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings and Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sg9LmVEW51I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NS-9R-93CpU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sg9LmVEW51I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NS-9R-93CpU/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336567205319862098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kuulei and I brought some of our friends to the airport.  It was sad in some ways because we had to say goodbye to our friends the Weirs for at least awhile.  The McDaniels and Schaffers will be back in a few months but the Weirs were done with Grenada for good so that was the last time we will see them in awhile.  We woke up at 4:45.  I purposely did not take any pills that I normally take to help me sleep so that I could drive while not being under the influence.  Normally, it takes me 2-3 hours to fall asleep without pills.  Even when I fall asleep I wake up a lot because I am such a light sleeper. Sure enough, I took 3 hours to sleep and woke up numerous times.  It must be because of the two tours I did in 'Nam.  Anyway, after getting patchy sleep I woke up in the morning and went to wash my sleepy eyes to try and pucker up a little.  I looked in the mirror and to my surprise Kuulei was behind me in the distance making a thumbs up sign with a ridiculous smile on her face.  Immediately, I thought of Ace Ventura.  The resemblance is uncanny!  It was a fun day and maybe that is because we did something out of the norm.  It was great to talk to my friends and see how excited they were to see their families again and Kuulei always makes me crack up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-6906180405503151043?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/6906180405503151043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-mornings-and-funny-stuff.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/6906180405503151043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/6906180405503151043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-mornings-and-funny-stuff.html' title='Early Mornings and Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sg9LmVEW51I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NS-9R-93CpU/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2286499787267002778</id><published>2009-05-05T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:51:50.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutching to a Shred of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SgAycysgSFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jff3EIiROP0/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SgAycysgSFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jff3EIiROP0/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332317429032831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything super fun to write about. I just thought I would write a post about something thats happening NEXT MONTH. Ok, its nothing like winning a million dollars or even Nick graduating from med school. BUT, I'll take it! On June 26th we will be boarding a crappy smelling disgusting plane full of people who could benefit from deodorant. We will stay the night in scary crime infested Trinidad and than we board a plane going to Texas. We are on American soil! We will dash to the nearest fast food joint get a nice breakfast and hop on a plane to Utah. Home, sweet home. We are starting to get excited. I know you all may think our excitement is a little premature BUT, we can actually say "there is an end to this darn tunnel". We have been thinking about going home for a really long time and now we can do it... next month. All of our friends here get to leave in the middle of next week. The fourth term for Med students is the longest and "hardest", Nick has been doing a good job. He ALWAYS makes sure he and I have time to talk and spend time together. When we get back we'll have been married for SIX months(almost, just a few days shy), that time really did fly by. We've even decided on a few places that are a must while we are there. So keep your calendars clear! &lt;div&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/5312569528607631245-2286499787267002778?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2286499787267002778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/clutching-to-shred-of-light.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2286499787267002778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2286499787267002778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/05/clutching-to-shred-of-light.html' title='Clutching to a Shred of Light'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SgAycysgSFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jff3EIiROP0/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3471119867750552439</id><published>2009-04-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:10:55.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If They Mated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sd6b7rw6O9I/AAAAAAAAADs/1j4giTMdcEQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sd6b7rw6O9I/AAAAAAAAADs/1j4giTMdcEQ/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322863259260959698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the Conan O'brian show.  I loved that show.  My favorite thing he would do is "If They Mated".  He would show different compilations of celebrity faces to come up with funny faces.  In fact, I think if you go &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/Late_Night_with_Conan_OBrien/iftheymated/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you can see some!  Anyway, I was done studying for the day and Ku'ulei and I wondered what our kids would look like so we decided to take matters into our own hands.  From left to right are the twins, Gretchen and Gertrude and on the right is our son Tim.  Don't worry we won't really name our kids that and I am sure they will be much better looking too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3471119867750552439?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3471119867750552439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-they-mated.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3471119867750552439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3471119867750552439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-they-mated.html' title='If They Mated'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sd6b7rw6O9I/AAAAAAAAADs/1j4giTMdcEQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1379697406861380054</id><published>2009-04-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:17:01.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded with Distractions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SdveZeNhiDI/AAAAAAAAADU/mQgleLUnWR4/s1600-h/Photo+7.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/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SdveZeNhiDI/AAAAAAAAADU/mQgleLUnWR4/s400/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322091913856256050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While I was watching Gabe, I was having her draw pictures of fruit. I would first show her the shape then she would color it in. I was cooking dinner at the same time and was filling the water in the sink so I could do the dishes. The washer was going and the t.v. was going so all the noises were sort of combined. I was a scatter brain. I then look around the apt. and I see that the sink was just about to over flood. I quickly ran over to stop the water. I was trying to drain the sink a little but I had made the water so hot I could stick my hand in the sink. I slowly scooped the water out of the sink with one of the bowls that were floating on top. It was a good laugh, and was funny to see how quickly I forgot about something! Anyways, I was glad I caught it before it spilled onto the floor. I would have made the little girl clean it up. (haha, jk Casey).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-1379697406861380054?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1379697406861380054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/04/flooded-with-distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1379697406861380054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1379697406861380054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/04/flooded-with-distractions.html' title='Flooded with Distractions!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SdveZeNhiDI/AAAAAAAAADU/mQgleLUnWR4/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-2539287981668833768</id><published>2009-03-17T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:17:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/ScBLscZvQPI/AAAAAAAAADM/3fYkhDClKc8/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/ScBLscZvQPI/AAAAAAAAADM/3fYkhDClKc8/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314330787207659762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/ScBLhM03HXI/AAAAAAAAADE/I2981gEYz3g/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 61px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/ScBLhM03HXI/AAAAAAAAADE/I2981gEYz3g/s400/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314330594047892850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,  Nick and I have been seeing tons of fast food commercials. From nice crisp fish sandwiches from Wendys to BK Breakfast shots. Normally, this wouldn't be torture but, watching these commercials makes our mouths water and our stomachs growl.  We have been in Grenada for exactly 66 days (but who's counting..this Nick here...I am!). Over the past months we have not had a decent fast food "meal". What Nick and I would give to have a nice greasy, nasty burger that has been sitting under a warming light for who knows how long, at least we could get our food pretty much on demand and it would taste pretty close to what you imagine it would be. In Grenada, I have been SO VERY disappointed in some restaurants that I would eat a burger off of the floor of McDonalds if that meant I could eat something so familiar and delicious. Even now as I write this blog I can almost taste the salty-fat saturated french fries dipped into my vanilla ice cream cone. So, for all you LUCKY people who have the luxury of going to a fast food restaurant remember the people in a far off country who would die to do just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-2539287981668833768?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/2539287981668833768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-glorious-food.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2539287981668833768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/2539287981668833768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-glorious-food.html' title='FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/ScBLscZvQPI/AAAAAAAAADM/3fYkhDClKc8/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7466965682708955246</id><published>2009-03-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:08:34.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta la Vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sbvyj6SpFXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3C7h3JYrRQ/s1600-h/100_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sbvyj6SpFXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3C7h3JYrRQ/s320/100_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106884170421618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As some of you may know, I got a hamster a couple months ago. I thought by getting a hamster it would "fix" my need of wanting a dog. AND, as most of you may know I DID get a dog, but a couple days later gave it back to the previous owner. (he was really mean and aggressive) SO now that I have "experimented" long enough with trying to own something other then a dog, I have decided to sell my hamster. It may sound like I'm not a loving, caring, compassionate person because I am. I just really don't feel like taking care of a hamster that doesn't really do anything. (yes, I knew hamsters couldn't fetch) I posted my hamster Miss "Snowyballs" (in the words of a 3 yr. old, Gabe) on the post. A few days have gone by and I was thinking I wasn't going to be able to sell her. Then hope arouse in the form of an e-mail asking if the hamster was still available. I was thrilled. I am now awaiting the e-mail from this person to see when they want to take her. All I have to say now is "hasta la vista hamster".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7466965682708955246?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7466965682708955246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hasta-la-vista.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7466965682708955246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7466965682708955246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hasta-la-vista.html' title='Hasta la Vista'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sbvyj6SpFXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3C7h3JYrRQ/s72-c/100_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4200744342279165513</id><published>2009-03-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:14:59.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfcTjINvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IT19hWTlUfk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfcTjINvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IT19hWTlUfk/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310200744279291634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfFq_1X9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SiWyB43xu4Y/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfFq_1X9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SiWyB43xu4Y/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310200355436715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfLygbQqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FwQyRMW3foA/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfLygbQqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FwQyRMW3foA/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310200460531679906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would Kuulei look like if she decided to tatoo her face and do the punk look?  What would I look like if I was a blue eyed surfer dude?  What would I look like if I had gender identity disorder? Kuulei and I had a ball on &lt;a href="www.mylifetime.com"&gt;mylifetime.com&lt;/a&gt;  As you can see some of the images are quite disturbing.  Funny enough, me with blue eyes I look a lot like my brother Jim!  Anyway, the website is supposed to help women come up with a new look for themselves.  They can upload a photo and change hairstyles, colors, make up, and accessories.  Kuulei and I abused the software for our own humorous purposes but we were glad we could have a little fun.  I am happy I look the way I look, I wouldn't want to change a thing.  Oh and one more thing, I know I look freaky scary and I should never go drag again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4200744342279165513?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4200744342279165513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-ourselves.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4200744342279165513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4200744342279165513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-ourselves.html' title='Not Ourselves'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SbGfcTjINvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IT19hWTlUfk/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-683593984302212176</id><published>2009-02-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:38:54.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sagy4UldWkI/AAAAAAAAACI/AWWOn8G9-YE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sagy4UldWkI/AAAAAAAAACI/AWWOn8G9-YE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307548104036014658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nice the last couple weeks.  3rd term did not require a lot of studying each day (besides the days before an exam of course).  The first week of 4th term has been pretty low key as well.  I have only had microbiology to study and we have only had two lectures each day this week with zero labs.  I have been able to study the lectures within just a couple hours and enjoy the rest of my day.  As they say all good things must come to an end.  Next week we start pathology and clinical skills with nutrition soon to come thereafter.  The long lost, yet not forgotten rigors of medical school will return starting Monday.  I am excited, but it has been fun for Kuulei and I to do pretty much whatever we want.  I am glad we got married when we did so that we could enjoy each other and have a little bit of a "honeymoon" since we didn't get to go anywhere yet.  School will be busy, but we are having a nice time and school is never too long before the next break so it is manageable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-683593984302212176?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/683593984302212176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/683593984302212176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/683593984302212176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-lazy-days.html' title='Those Lazy Days'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/Sagy4UldWkI/AAAAAAAAACI/AWWOn8G9-YE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-804544092625679383</id><published>2009-02-19T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:22:40.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Side I Never Knew!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZ13ugBaODI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zhPrmdcdpk8/s1600-h/Berzerk+Nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZ13ugBaODI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zhPrmdcdpk8/s320/Berzerk+Nick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304527576865847346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being married definitely shows a different side of the person you married. Some times its endearing, cute, disgusting, annoying, and my favorite, funny. A few nights ago Nick and I headed to bed. It takes both of us a while to go to bed. We have the usual problem of trying to get comfortable. I toss and turn and just when I get comfortable Nick moves. He's tossing and turning every five seconds. I finally ask him, "are you alright?" He says, "yes." At the same time he grabbed his pillow and started fluffing it. I finally think he's going to calm down and go to bed so I turn and start falling asleep. All of a sudden, I hear something hit the bed and I turn to see Nick punching the pillow. I say, "what are you doing?" then he looks at me with a slightly deranged look and says, "if anyone touched you I would do this to them!" Then he savagely starts punching the pillow. When he finally stops I can barely breath from laughing so hard. I then tell him, "I never knew you could be so aggressive." He looks at me and just smiles. Nick surprises me everyday. Mostly its because he's so funny. Other times its not so funny. In all fairness to Nick I surprise him numerous times a day. Like I said it's not always pleasant. We definitely always have fun, by the end of the day we have a bunch of things to laugh about. It may not have been so funny at the time, but at the close of the day we are just grateful to be with one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-804544092625679383?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/804544092625679383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/side-i-never-knew.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/804544092625679383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/804544092625679383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/side-i-never-knew.html' title='A Side I Never Knew!!!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZ13ugBaODI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zhPrmdcdpk8/s72-c/Berzerk+Nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1080041699411022784</id><published>2009-02-14T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:08:13.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Love About Kuulei</title><content type='html'>Ok since it is Valentines day I thought I would be soppy.  I hope my buddies don't read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. She is too funny I laugh so hard I cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Her wit...it'll getcha!&lt;br /&gt; 3. I kind of like a girl that is good at wrestling..keeps me in line.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Her no nonsense attitude.&lt;br /&gt; 5. She is as beautiful as a cloudy English sunset.&lt;br /&gt; 6. She is so kind.&lt;br /&gt; 7. We have so many similarities, yet the right amount of differences.&lt;br /&gt; 8. She is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt; 9. She would do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;10. She is an incredible cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day! I love my Hawaiian princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-1080041699411022784?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1080041699411022784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-love-about-kuulei.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1080041699411022784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1080041699411022784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-love-about-kuulei.html' title='10 Things I Love About Kuulei'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-637173337916681145</id><published>2009-02-11T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:58:37.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smokey Atmosphere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZLZgmW00kI/AAAAAAAAABw/6niVDp_JWJU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZLZgmW00kI/AAAAAAAAABw/6niVDp_JWJU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301538865443820098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been here in Grenada, our apartment has smelled like cigarette smoke. In fact it smells like we smoke. I personally think it is a very nasty habit, but I think it is even a nastier habit when others have to suffer from it. Our Neighbors next door are very avid smokers. Yes, they are in medical school so I don't know why they would want to put themselves through that. It is so bad that when they smoke at night I can smell it coming through our wall.  When ever we leave the apartment and come back we are greeted with a face full of tainted air. I asked Nick if he could talk to the management here to see if they could do anything about it, but before we asked I decided to look in the apartment manual and it said that it was alright to smoke. Nick was thinking of a way that he could minimize the smoke in our apartment. He came up with plugging the internet jacks in the bedrooms next to the guys apartment. I told him it was  a horrible idea and I didn't think it would work. I said "I don't think plugging up those two holes will do anything but waste tape". He said give it a few days and so I did. Monday nights I have a warm-up class I go to and NORMALLY when I come home I get that unpleasant scent this time I could NOT smell it. I decided that I wasn't fully convinced so Nick and I went on a little walk yesterday and when we came back we specifically started to sniff the air for cigarette smoke, there was NONE AT ALL! I apologized to Nick saying that I should listen to his ideas more often. Moral: Your husbands do know what they are doing in some cases. Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-637173337916681145?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/637173337916681145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/smokey-atmosphere.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/637173337916681145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/637173337916681145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/smokey-atmosphere.html' title='A Smokey Atmosphere.'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZLZgmW00kI/AAAAAAAAABw/6niVDp_JWJU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3624521839600959347</id><published>2009-02-09T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:49:30.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZC_fL2NfhI/AAAAAAAAABo/0CuOOmEs2_o/s1600-h/Nick+and+Kuulei+Mangatar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZC_fL2NfhI/AAAAAAAAABo/0CuOOmEs2_o/s320/Nick+and+Kuulei+Mangatar.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300947303892090386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good news!  We got some wedding photos for you!  Have a look...this is us after the Luau...didn't they turn out great? Hehe just kidding.  We made these little cartoons on &lt;a href="http://www.faceyourmangatar.com"&gt;Manga&lt;/a&gt;.  Our real wedding pictures are found on facebook.  We don't let people other than our friends see our facebook photos so if you are not our friend on facebook yet add us!  We wanted to thank our wonderful sister Vaina and our amazing friend &lt;a href="http://saraweirphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;Sara Weir&lt;/a&gt; for taking photos for us.  Thanks to them, we can always remember our special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3624521839600959347?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3624521839600959347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3624521839600959347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3624521839600959347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SZC_fL2NfhI/AAAAAAAAABo/0CuOOmEs2_o/s72-c/Nick+and+Kuulei+Mangatar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-3455732595878948374</id><published>2009-02-07T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:51:32.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SY3Xrm3U0iI/AAAAAAAAABg/DlbPLutJu8I/s1600-h/nickinseattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SY3Xrm3U0iI/AAAAAAAAABg/DlbPLutJu8I/s320/nickinseattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300129480651887138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of these things going around lately so I thought I would post some about me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love Kuulei Jennifer Leanne Harker ( sometimes I still say Barton hehe)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was an all-star catcher when I was in 8-10 year old little league.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was an all-star outfielder in 11-12. (My coach's son got the catcher job.  Rip off!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I broke my nose by doing a dive off the bunk bed into the toy box&lt;br /&gt;5.  When I was 6, a 12 year old picked me up and threw me in horse poo.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have a scar on my forehead that was caused by a baseball bat!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I want to visit the world...as long as I get the exit row.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I love the beach but hate the heat.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I used to speak German quite well.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I love hockey and was captain and an all star in that sport as well.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I met Kuulei at FHE.  I asked her what her name was.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love all sorts of food but Asian Cuisine is my top!&lt;br /&gt;13.  I am a pretty good cook...at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;14.  They made Mississippi Mud yogurt in England and I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Speaking of good things from England.  I think Galaxy bars are the best chocolate in the world!&lt;br /&gt;16.  I am one of few tall people that don't play basketball&lt;br /&gt;17.  I actually like church!&lt;br /&gt;18.  I am way smart even though sometimes my grades say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I got ran over by a truck and broke many bones in both feet.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I got hit in the throat with a speeding hockey puck.  The guy that did it said, "you're lucky" in a jerk tone of voice like he did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;21.  I hope that kid dies.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I love my family very much&lt;br /&gt;23.  I like cliff diving even though I don't do it much.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I love to bowl and eat out at my favorite restaurants with family/friends.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I am a very happy person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I hope that was fun to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-3455732595878948374?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/3455732595878948374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3455732595878948374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/3455732595878948374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 Things about Me'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SY3Xrm3U0iI/AAAAAAAAABg/DlbPLutJu8I/s72-c/nickinseattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5180700393105956134</id><published>2009-02-06T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:31:59.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYzITq0FIEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1X_O47pDfKo/s1600-h/100_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYzITq0FIEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1X_O47pDfKo/s320/100_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299831101744029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been going through a tough time. It's wonderful being here with Nick but I think I've been going a little crazy not having anything to do. I was trying to come up with a solution. For a long time I really, really wanted a dog. But... We obviously can't afford one living on loans and all that. I wanted something I could care for, that would consume my time since a baby is out of the question right this minute. I thought I could get another kind of pet. I went to the pet store with Nick and I saw the perfect "fix". It was a little dwarf bunny. It was so cute and it was the perfect size and I fell in love with it. Well, Nick said I should sleep on it because I could suddenly change my mind. As the days went by I decided I really wanted that Bunny. Today, I told Nick that I definitely wanted it. We went down to the pet store to pick it up, but it wasn't there. It had been sold the very day we were in there looking at it :(. I was SO disappointed, I felt like a kid that didn't get their way. If I had been any more upset, I would have thrown my body on the ground kicking and screaming. At first, I just stood there thinking "this is a joke, why does this have to happen". I asked if they were going to be getting any more and she said in a few months. Obviously I didn't want to wait, by then it would be useless. The Sales Clerk suggested a hamster. I was thinking "NO! I want a freaking bunny!". But as I looked around I would have no choice if I wanted a pet. So I gave in and I got a little hamster. It wasn't that bad, we ended up getting the hamster for free because we bought a cage. We spent a lot less than we were prepared to spend, which made Nick and I pretty happy. I let Nick choose the name and he chose "Snowball", the reason being (this is the exact wording Nick used) "because she was white and cuddles in a little ball".  We got her home and later in the evening I was putting my hand out to her and she reached up and bit me. I was a little startled and Nick came out after I had let out a yelp, I had a single drop of blood. And so here we have the title, "Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-5180700393105956134?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5180700393105956134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-bite-hand-that-feeds-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5180700393105956134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5180700393105956134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-bite-hand-that-feeds-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Bite The Hand That Feeds You...'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYzITq0FIEI/AAAAAAAAABY/1X_O47pDfKo/s72-c/100_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7389022923697126176</id><published>2009-01-30T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:52:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hair Raising Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYNohQfF8BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d45Kyls6PCk/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYNohQfF8BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d45Kyls6PCk/s200/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297192507288186898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYNohW319tI/AAAAAAAAABI/IHiNx_yQ39w/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYNohW319tI/AAAAAAAAABI/IHiNx_yQ39w/s200/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297192509002610386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being here in Grenada I thought I could experiment with a different hair color/hair-do. I was going to go to the Salon right next to our apartment thinking "it's Grenada, how expensive could it be." But it was pretty pricey (surprise, surprise). So I decided to do my own dying, so Nick and I went to the store and got a box that was suppose to make my hair dark brown with a bit of a purple hint, I though it would look good. I also wanted to cut my hair a bit. I had nick cut about 4" and he did a great job. We waited a little bit and then I told him that I wanted him to dye my hair. So we started to dye it and all the while I was looking at it thinking this looks a little too purple, But we continued to color. Finally, Nick was done and I waited about 30 minutes then began to rinse and while I was rinsing Nick said "I think it's rad, but you might think it's a little to purple." I was thinking "O great! Just what I wanted a purple head of hair." I finished rinsing and I wouldn't look at it until I dried it with the hair dryer. I finally worked up enough strength to take a look and it was a shock! I thought it would grow on me, but as the night worn on I didn't like it at all. The next day Nick and I had to get my ID at the School,  and let me tell you in the sunlight I looked freaking RIDICULOUS! I was getting a lot of unwanted attention, nobody said anything but I was getting a lot of lookers. The second I got home I asked one of the other members (she is a professional hairdresser) if she could fix the problem I had created. She was very kind and she took me in immediately and fixed my hair and even cut it with layers! So needless to say I NOW absolutely LOVE my hair and I LOVE the little change! I figured the worse thing that could happen was me having to shave my head. haha jk I am grateful that little mistake happened here instead of America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7389022923697126176?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7389022923697126176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-raising-experience.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7389022923697126176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7389022923697126176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-raising-experience.html' title='A Hair Raising Experience'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SYNohQfF8BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d45Kyls6PCk/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-5211582303389316882</id><published>2009-01-26T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:12:58.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SX5eBH1yr2I/AAAAAAAAABA/S-HPukDkyU8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SX5eBH1yr2I/AAAAAAAAABA/S-HPukDkyU8/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295773585211830114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kuulei went off to do some work outs with the girls in the branch here.  I have been left to fend for myself.  I was imagining pesky robbers trying to break in to my home and leaving the water faucet going all night while I foiled their attempts with numerous micro machines and BB gun traps while I slap my hands on my face.  Yes I did shave today.  Then I remembered that I am almost 30 years old and learning to be a professional.  Still, I think it is important for us to keep the inner child within us.  There are appropriate times where we can let go and just have fun.  I am almost 30 yes, but I have still found a lot of joy in watching cartoons, or talking about jumping on the bed with the neighborhood kids, or letting my mind imagine like it once did.  Being able to laugh and enjoy life has helped me cope when things are stressing, difficult, or even sometimes scary!  P.S.  Kuulei come back!  I promise I will never study again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-5211582303389316882?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/5211582303389316882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5211582303389316882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/5211582303389316882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SX5eBH1yr2I/AAAAAAAAABA/S-HPukDkyU8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4560944797276953912</id><published>2009-01-20T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:38:08.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night on the Town</title><content type='html'>The words I will use for tonight is....adventurous, slightly frustrating. Tonight's adventures will take us to a local restaurant called "The Owl". We went with a group intending on having a nice get together, and don't get me wrong the company was great. The thing was we decided to be a little cheap so we were only going to order a couple banana splits and then we decided to get a fruit punch smoothie while we waited. Wait we did indeed. Our drinks came out about a half hour to about an hour after ordered. We proceeded to wait, and wait, and aw yes wait a little bit more. Finally the waitress came out after everybody got there food and she had a couple of fruit punch smoothies with her, she was asking who ordered them. Both of us said "we ordered two banana splits". She walked away and came back a little after that with a hamburger and said who ordered the hamburger and we looked at each other as she looked at us and she said to us "did you order the hamburger". In disbelief I told her we had not and asked if they were making us the banana splits we had ordered almost an hour ago. She told us the guy was making it. We waited a bit longer and then a bartender comes out with two banana daquiries and asked who ordered them and looked at us and we said we ordered two banana splits. I finally decided to stand up and go talk to someone until they understood what I said. We finally got a banana split out of it. I'm thinking I'll just settle with eating banana splits in America. &lt;div&gt;It was time to go home after a long late afternoon out. We had a lot of fun but wanted to hurry home so that Nick could complete his studying for the night. We were trying to figure out what we should do about the bus situation. We had two options, We could catch this first bus which would then take us to campus and then wait for another bus which would take us to our apartment or we could take the first bus and walk about 15 minutes in the dark to our apartment. We were looking for the fastest way possible. We decided to walk. It wasn't a bad walk but it was very interesting. As we were walking home in a rather dark area I saw this dark mass and it was pretty big just off to the side of the road. I was thinking about what it could be. My mind went from animal to animal. I was thinking it was a horse, but no, it couldn't be it wasn't tall enough. I then thought it could be a goat, but no, it couldn't be that either, too big. Finally I thought I wonder if it is a cow. I was thinking I have not seen a cow around here any where so why on earth would a cow be on the side of the road. We finally came upon it and sure enough it was indeed a cow, actually I take that back it was a bull with pretty big horns!!! Nick and I both looked at each other and simultaneaously quickened our steps while looking over our shoulders making sure the bull didn't run after us. We made it to our apartment unharmed and very amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Folks Nick here, Kuulei and I had been previously traumatized by a horse in Hawaii.  We were on a walk then as well and the horse galloped up to the fence and fluttered its lips and neighed at us.  We decided to imitate the horse and fluttered our lips back at it.  I wonder if that means "I want to kill you" in horse language because it seemed to just get more angry at us.  Good thing we didn't stomp our feet and kick up dirt behind us with one leg to this bull tonight.  I swear we always have an adventure when we go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4560944797276953912?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4560944797276953912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-on-town.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4560944797276953912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4560944797276953912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-on-town.html' title='A Night on the Town'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-7634036446413456244</id><published>2009-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:49:26.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Inconvenience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SXYOi6UmlkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/14yHl4MYx6s/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SXYOi6UmlkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/14yHl4MYx6s/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293434404954609218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first week (23 weeks left to go) of the new semester ended on Saturday. I was SO THRILLED that I would be able to spend time with Nick and even better we were going to go to the beach! But..... of course something HAD to happen, It started to rain! In fact it ended up raining the ENTIRE day. The day actually didn't turn out bad it was a nice relaxing day, despite not being able to bask in the nice sun that had been out the entire week leading up to the Saturday. Nick and I still enjoyed the day and enjoyed being in each others company. SO! That brings us to today, Which is a Tuesday some of Nick's friends wanted to celebrate us getting married so we are going to go down and meet them. Nick made a wonderful suggestion about going to the beach. It started to rain. Yup, I was staring out the window thinking you have got to be kidding me, Eventually it did stop and we were still able to go. Nick also came home and the first thing he said to me is " Honey, you are going to kill me." I was thinking what does he mean. Did he get kicked out of school (haha, very unlikely. But it still circled around in my head). Turns out he had just lost his school ID, the credit card, the insurance card, and a few other cards. He was already very upset and surprisingly enough I was not bothered by it( Him losing the cards). Which I was very grateful for because about 45 minutes later one of the other members in the Branch found all of the cards and called him and told him he found it!  I am beginning to learn that almost anything in life is not as convenient as I or even WE would like it to be. I guess what I have to learn is just roll with it. It isn't too bad really. As long as you have a great spouse and some patience everything will turn out just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-7634036446413456244?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/7634036446413456244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-inconvenience.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7634036446413456244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/7634036446413456244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-inconvenience.html' title='A Little Inconvenience...'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SXYOi6UmlkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/14yHl4MYx6s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-1132542509028447281</id><published>2009-01-11T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:24:34.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWpxVtfbkcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aPEg9FQ6JOA/s1600-h/2299544262_ce6fe17705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWpxVtfbkcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aPEg9FQ6JOA/s320/2299544262_ce6fe17705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290165330102686146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got into Grenada at about 7 a.m. local time which would be 4 a.m. Utah time. So total trip time was about 25 long hours. The trip was fine we managed to get exit rows and was fairly comfortable. We got into the Trinidad airport at about 8:30 p.m. (5:30 p.m. Utah time) and from there the trip went from alright to very frustrating and emotionally painful. The 10 hour layover dragged on and on. In the beginning when we were going through immigration we got up to the desk where they stamp our passports and we didn't know what our flight number was going to be for the morning flight so we got up there and she told us to go to the continental "representatives" so we got out of line and went to the "representatives" and we asked the guy sitting on the chair if he was the one we needed to talk to. he replied "yes" and then we asked him if he would know the flight number we needed and he said "That my friend is something you and you alone should know". So we ended up just getting on the internet and figuring it out ourselves. Finally it was 4 a.m. our time and we began to check in. We were very blessed because we only ended up having to pay for one checked bag when we had four to check in.  From there the time went by quicker and we got on the plane going to our final destination and just so you can share in the moment we would describe the smell as earwax, stale cigarette smoke, and sweaty bodies. We landed in Grenada at about 7 a.m. very exhausted and starving. Everything went very smoothly. We got ALL of our checked luggage and manage to not have to pay a duty on my laptop. We got to the Apartment and took a nice long nap. Then woke up and got settled and then we realized we needed to eat and one of the other families here were kind enough to make us a nice little lunch and then took us to the store so that we could get some food. All in all we are very happy to be with one another and very glad we are going to be starting our new married life together... even if its in Grenada. hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-1132542509028447281?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/1132542509028447281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-we-got-into-grenada-at-about-7.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1132542509028447281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/1132542509028447281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-we-got-into-grenada-at-about-7.html' title='The Epic Journey'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWpxVtfbkcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aPEg9FQ6JOA/s72-c/2299544262_ce6fe17705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312569528607631245.post-4172869366678353596</id><published>2009-01-10T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:39:26.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWl2QnZADUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MFOISU8_rug/s1600-h/Kuulei+and+Nick+Engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWl2QnZADUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MFOISU8_rug/s320/Kuulei+and+Nick+Engagement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289889265147186498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, Kuulei and I decided to start our own blog.  We would like to pack it full of fun stories, funny jokes, and pictures of our lives together.  Let me hand you over to Kuulei so she can greet you all as well :)  (She thinks I am a nerd now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Trinidad airport and it is about 12:35 in the morning.  We were trying to pass the time while we wait for our flight to Grenada so we wanted to get our blog started.  Check back every so often and we will try to keep things as updated as possible.  Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312569528607631245-4172869366678353596?l=kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/feeds/4172869366678353596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4172869366678353596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312569528607631245/posts/default/4172869366678353596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuuleiandnick.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-blog.html' title='Our new blog!'/><author><name>Kuulei and Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408777969422097822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/TGlPQCw7RFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SI82t8yDR9o/S220/Our+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XVnTI6Nu9k/SWl2QnZADUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MFOISU8_rug/s72-c/Kuulei+and+Nick+Engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
