<?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-6340020807594899355</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:07:36.017-07:00</updated><category term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>SANG, HEIDI, and ELIJAH NGO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1464151826180554547</id><published>2011-12-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:48:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pleasure, My Guilt</title><content type='html'>I feel the need to just blab tonight about some of the feelings that I have had and am having.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling this will be all over the place but to be honest I am interested to see where this goes. &lt;br /&gt;SO... Before having Elijah I had watched a few episodes of the show "18 kids and counting" which shortly became "19 kids and counting". I always thought,"holey crap they are CRAZY!!" I didn't understand why any one would want that many kids. Well, I remember having the thought in the hospital right after I delivered my precious miracle, and they laid him on my chest, "this is why!" I could get very addicted to that. &amp;nbsp;I was blessed with an almost perfect pregnancy, would have been perfect if I didn't bleed for almost 10 weeks in the first and second trimesters and also having the uti that made me throw up the 1 time the whole pregnancy. And even with my 21 hour labor and almost 31/2 hours of pushing, I had the most amazing experience with it all. I felt without a shadow of a doubt that if I could I would do it 18..19...maybe 20 (or more)&amp;nbsp;(wink wink) times in a heart beat. It is the after the hospital stuff that I think there is no way I could do. I just don't know what I am doing half the time and I am not always the most patient person out there to be able to handle that many kids.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few months after having him I was asked by a friend if they think since I had a baby if I will be able to have another one. There is no way to know that yet. We do have two frozen embryo's so we will get the chance to try again.&amp;nbsp;Everyone's body is different so who knows if it will take again.&amp;nbsp; Plus who knows if they will make it through the thaw.&amp;nbsp;To be honest I truly hope and pray that I will be able to experience it all again. This is where the guilt comes in. My pleasure is loving that I got to experience pregnancy and delivery and being a mother despite feeling inadequate. The guilt, feeling once is not enough, I want more. My sister-in-law hasn't been able to have kids, and I know that there are tons of women that will never be able to experience what I was blessed to experience. Which I was one of them for a long while. So how can I be so selfish?! I used to pray that I could get just one chance to experience it. Well, I got my chance, and I am honored and humbled and feel extremely blessed. These feelings are very frustrating and draining. I feel like I am having a constant battle with my heart and my head and whatever else is involved.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to one of my co-workers about faith, and being able to accept Heavenly Fathers plan. I told her that I have never wanted a single child family. 1, I want Elijah to have at least one sibling, 2, I want to have another baby. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me and my family, I just pray that if it is for our family to be the size it is now, that I can accept it and not look back. I don't want this to sound like I don't appreciate Elijah, that couldn't be farther from the truth. You can ask anyone who talks to me on a regular basis. He is almost all I talk about. You would think that no mother has ever seen their adorable baby do such cute things. &lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is. I feel like I just let go of a secret that I have been holding onto for almost a year now. I guess the next year or two will be interesting to see what may (or may not) come. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening (reading) any of you that even look at my blog anymore let alone read all the way down here. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-1464151826180554547?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1464151826180554547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1464151826180554547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1464151826180554547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1464151826180554547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-pleasure-my-guilt.html' title='My Pleasure, My Guilt'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7123617134922514238</id><published>2011-12-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:00:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FRIDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a961a3d38939310f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da961a3d38939310f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D882234AF4403BC156861DEC6DCFBD522AD6D01D.44332216B0E5857D170E8D39130160CD94477E8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da961a3d38939310f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyYA2Wre0l0-a6DvHZQ3z8VvKC1U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da961a3d38939310f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D882234AF4403BC156861DEC6DCFBD522AD6D01D.44332216B0E5857D170E8D39130160CD94477E8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da961a3d38939310f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyYA2Wre0l0-a6DvHZQ3z8VvKC1U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say? The boy loves the fridge. This is the reaction we get pretty much every time we open the fridge when he is in the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-7123617134922514238?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7123617134922514238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7123617134922514238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7123617134922514238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7123617134922514238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/12/fridge.html' title='THE FRIDGE'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5167073653441540418</id><published>2011-10-20T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:41:14.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-408108d7ef8b7bad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D408108d7ef8b7bad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D411F400C19FAC0671D1C7257538DD269204BFD7A.26F5C8DA023B4950C6FB9C66D68A36758AD3C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D408108d7ef8b7bad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSEgykYgMEx5IQM8qw522b0g1Tow&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D408108d7ef8b7bad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D411F400C19FAC0671D1C7257538DD269204BFD7A.26F5C8DA023B4950C6FB9C66D68A36758AD3C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D408108d7ef8b7bad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSEgykYgMEx5IQM8qw522b0g1Tow&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This video was a while ago but for some reason I haven't been able to get my video's on here so I finally got this one to work. Still trying to get more on here. He has a few different laughs that he does and we LOVE them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5167073653441540418?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5167073653441540418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5167073653441540418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5167073653441540418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5167073653441540418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/10/video.html' title='A VIDEO'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8781658622854639415</id><published>2011-09-28T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:51:51.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALREADY OUTDATED UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes this is going to be 90% about Elijah.&amp;nbsp; I am a first time mommy and an almost complete stay-at-home mommy so what do you expect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT first I will start with the 10% that is not about Elijah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep this is a first for both of us. It was built in 1950 and had kinda been updated here and there so there is a lot we need to do to it to get it up to how we would like it to be.&amp;nbsp; Sang has been slaving away like a mad man in fixing things and such so we can move in. He is such a hard worker and I haven't heard him complain once. He is pulling 5-13 hour days Mon-Sat for the last 2 months and that isn't including his work, fixing his parents sprinklers and some car issues. Yep he is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to the 2nd most amazing man in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is growing so dang fast. I have a bunch of pics to put on here so here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqsvIBViUDU/ToOuOmS-ARI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ordctr18cIg/s1600/2011+summer+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqsvIBViUDU/ToOuOmS-ARI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ordctr18cIg/s320/2011+summer+078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So handsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_wtCu1JLLI/ToOuX5L3ccI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ld4rMcKVrpU/s1600/2011+summer+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_wtCu1JLLI/ToOuX5L3ccI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ld4rMcKVrpU/s320/2011+summer+080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Helping momma with laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UzGJh2lN2M/ToOufXk5LqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F4eo1dEoGIE/s1600/2011+summer+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UzGJh2lN2M/ToOufXk5LqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F4eo1dEoGIE/s320/2011+summer+105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saQ7P_APGTo/ToOulDK53zI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nW6uz99FD3w/s1600/2011+summer+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saQ7P_APGTo/ToOulDK53zI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nW6uz99FD3w/s320/2011+summer+112.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing piano with Grandma. I think he is a natural. It is so cute when he looks up at the book and starts doing gibberish babble, almost like he is trying to sing to. (never mind my moms basketball shorts with&amp;nbsp;a dress shirt, ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoWlNMbRUkY/ToOwlcSxq_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZC_ZF1aGUyM/s1600/2011+summer+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoWlNMbRUkY/ToOwlcSxq_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZC_ZF1aGUyM/s320/2011+summer+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look! I've got teeth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAo5mnxujCA/ToOwxeQtG6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/k5iHglKGXmA/s1600/2011+summer+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAo5mnxujCA/ToOwxeQtG6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/k5iHglKGXmA/s320/2011+summer+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crawling all over momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_GRtsU6A1M/ToOxW0StoZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SrXrUosWoFQ/s1600/2011+summer+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_GRtsU6A1M/ToOxW0StoZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SrXrUosWoFQ/s320/2011+summer+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep! I pinned her! Who's next!!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2s1k6etDSnU/ToOxi8fJM8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/sT-Txw6StPk/s1600/2011+summer+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2s1k6etDSnU/ToOxi8fJM8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/sT-Txw6StPk/s320/2011+summer+043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can he get his little booty any higher? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of him walking with the help of a little activity table was supposed to go here but for some reason it wont upload. BOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is eating lots of baby food and little chunks of soft stuff. He is a talker. Mostly rambles da-da-da-da-da over and over again. He sneezes and smiles like he just made a funny. He can climb the stairs with just a hand behind him just in case. He has this new thing where he will tilt his head to the side and down like he is being shy. He loves his baths. He doesn't like binkies but uses me as a binky (ugh! I am hoping this one ends soon) He loves the sound of his voice. He walks while holding onto your fingers. He pulls himself up on stuff ALL the time. Sometimes he will squat and just sit there (like a true Asian) He has good nights 50% of the time bad nights the other 50%﻿. He naps 1-2 times a day. He is pretty much always happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love this boy more then we ever thought possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8781658622854639415?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8781658622854639415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8781658622854639415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8781658622854639415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8781658622854639415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/09/already-outdated-update.html' title='ALREADY OUTDATED UPDATE'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqsvIBViUDU/ToOuOmS-ARI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ordctr18cIg/s72-c/2011+summer+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5898819577027702930</id><published>2011-07-08T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:20:51.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmPCyFc0Wq0/Thfd9ihnyoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PfSzRORmqGc/s1600/082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmPCyFc0Wq0/Thfd9ihnyoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PfSzRORmqGc/s320/082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We go for walks often and he occasionally falls asleep. This particular time he was pulling on his ducky and fell asleep with his hand on it. So dang cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-du6hP14TAhU/ThfeCXUEqmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eK0DAtXbKUc/s1600/084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-du6hP14TAhU/ThfeCXUEqmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eK0DAtXbKUc/s320/084.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hangin out in his walker while momma got lunch ready. LOVE that smile!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytEnM5Q0kFk/ThfeFwTYxrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IB9VHQ_Czl4/s1600/091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytEnM5Q0kFk/ThfeFwTYxrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IB9VHQ_Czl4/s320/091.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He has started putting things on his head and just leaving them there. I love seeing his personality coming out. I have a feeling we are going&amp;nbsp; to be laughing a lot at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC0AycPrtgc/ThfeI1Q4wWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pFXadUm63d0/s1600/p_00211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC0AycPrtgc/ThfeI1Q4wWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pFXadUm63d0/s320/p_00211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His first time in a pool. It was freezing water so I just tested him in it and all he wanted to do was splash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxniUse9ViE/ThfeZdjH19I/AAAAAAAAAfo/GfX4w-52Ajk/s1600/p_00212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxniUse9ViE/ThfeZdjH19I/AAAAAAAAAfo/GfX4w-52Ajk/s320/p_00212.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves bath time so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised he didn't care how cold the water was. Love his swim shorts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxKFUjPc5hs/ThfehJKLkQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4qD3MBgElnE/s1600/p_00215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxKFUjPc5hs/ThfehJKLkQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4qD3MBgElnE/s320/p_00215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Swimming with Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5zzMnb01vQ/ThfevFvkA8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/kODYNNpW6ZE/s1600/p_00234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5zzMnb01vQ/ThfevFvkA8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/kODYNNpW6ZE/s320/p_00234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tonight I was sitting on the swing outside and thought "he has never touched the grass. Wonder if he will like it."&amp;nbsp; Well, he likes it.&amp;nbsp; He is such an outside boy. Oh, and this is the first time he has sat up on his own.&amp;nbsp; He stayed up for a long time too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcEslejo-7k/Thfe2ots7yI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wFR73EE6dq0/s1600/p_00236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcEslejo-7k/Thfe2ots7yI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wFR73EE6dq0/s320/p_00236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Close up!! Dang cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sGPwgWOiYk/Thfe4qjvBhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mvpGOo3Cgvk/s1600/p_00238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sGPwgWOiYk/Thfe4qjvBhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mvpGOo3Cgvk/s320/p_00238.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After playing and smiling a ton he finally fell over.....and just laid there face down.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing so hard. Usually he puts his arms up to push himself up but he seriously just laid there. I had to snap a quick pic before picking him up. (look at that cute bum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is growing so fast. It is so fun and sad at the same time. We get comments all the time when we are out how cute and good he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5898819577027702930?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5898819577027702930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5898819577027702930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5898819577027702930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5898819577027702930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/07/swimming-and-fun.html' title='Swimming and Fun'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmPCyFc0Wq0/Thfd9ihnyoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PfSzRORmqGc/s72-c/082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6393618699760270014</id><published>2011-05-31T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:17:08.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ca4fcee297d175b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ca4fcee297d175b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49ACFC57833270B973C47BBA03472B3B5F3CF520.124B8131F5C203359852FD56BBB7F88389DDDD4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ca4fcee297d175b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFH00JrB0T-V4h4ocnSBWFhLjPmE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ca4fcee297d175b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49ACFC57833270B973C47BBA03472B3B5F3CF520.124B8131F5C203359852FD56BBB7F88389DDDD4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ca4fcee297d175b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFH00JrB0T-V4h4ocnSBWFhLjPmE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Elijah's Grandpa, Grandma, and Great Grandma playing with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandma is 97 years old. I am SOOOO glad I had the video camera in the diaper bag when Great Grandma sat down at the bottom of the stairs and scooted on her bum (she doesn't walk without a hand rail or wall to hang on to) over to play with him. Sang said he has never seen her interact with her great grand kids like that before.&amp;nbsp; Such precious moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is getting so big.&amp;nbsp; We put up his crib and he is currently sleeping his 3rd night in it. He took the change like a champ.&amp;nbsp;It is so funny how big he seemed in the&amp;nbsp;craddle and now he is so tiny in the big crib.&amp;nbsp; He smiles and laughs so much now. He doesn't suck his thumb (yet) but chews on it. He LOVES his baths and has become a little bit of a splasher, which is cute now but I'm sure will come back and bit us in the bum for encouraging it. He is truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0tYCsmaSa8/TeW8F62mt3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fJaI7U8sU-8/s1600/contest+picture+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0tYCsmaSa8/TeW8F62mt3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fJaI7U8sU-8/s320/contest+picture+2011.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are so in love with this little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6393618699760270014?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6393618699760270014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6393618699760270014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6393618699760270014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6393618699760270014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-bonding.html' title='Family Bonding'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0tYCsmaSa8/TeW8F62mt3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fJaI7U8sU-8/s72-c/contest+picture+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1070636210529776466</id><published>2011-05-16T15:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:35:27.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Tummy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4402354ff733cf7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4402354ff733cf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C49EDD29189FCB96EB703DD503446C48C92DEB3.ACD2ABCE62B80031D6F8016740E8059CFE38183%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4402354ff733cf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsHK5WDXc08o442YXyQk2zwSQW5o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4402354ff733cf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C49EDD29189FCB96EB703DD503446C48C92DEB3.ACD2ABCE62B80031D6F8016740E8059CFE38183%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4402354ff733cf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsHK5WDXc08o442YXyQk2zwSQW5o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Elijah used to like tummy time but gradually has changed his opinion. So my mom one day put him like this on one of her round pillows. He loves it! In the video he gets tired of it at the end but he was on the pillow for a while before I started recording.&lt;br /&gt;He is such an amazing baby. I was feeding him the other night and was listening to a song that was touching and it made me shed a few tears. Elijah stopped eating so I looked down at him and he was looking at me with an expression of concern on his face and he got his pouty lip&amp;nbsp;sticking out and it looked like he was about to cry.&amp;nbsp; It made me laugh, it was so cute. Quickly his pouty lip was gone and a look of confusion appeared. He was trying to figure out if he was supposed to laugh or cry with me. I have seen toddlers do this but never a baby his age, I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;He loves it when we sing to him. He smiles and laughs. Now that I think of it I don't think he laughs at Sang, just me. Guess he already has an ear for good singing and knows it isn't me with that talent. &lt;br /&gt;He has given us several good belly laughs but never when the camera is near. Buy the time I get back with the camera what ever was funny isn't anymore. Naturally!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on May first Sang blessed Elijah. We were so busy we both forgot about getting pictures. Horrible parents I know. But it was a beautiful blessing and you could feel the spirit so strong and you could just hear the love Sang has for his boy.&amp;nbsp; I was definitely a very proud wife and momma. &lt;br /&gt;Well my handsome boy wants to play so off I go. I'm so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-1070636210529776466?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1070636210529776466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1070636210529776466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1070636210529776466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1070636210529776466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/05/pillow-tummy-time.html' title='Pillow Tummy Time'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2824427877880206032</id><published>2011-04-28T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:19:16.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MR. ADORABLE JR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-750126ef1055fdae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D750126ef1055fdae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DA6376DB49B0A319778CB072ABE3B107AFD8E83.26891C5F37CBFFCC02349A29CBE6CAB5E8D22870%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D750126ef1055fdae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dht-Sgyi3IAYfVqDd7QHC6s8y6bg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D750126ef1055fdae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DA6376DB49B0A319778CB072ABE3B107AFD8E83.26891C5F37CBFFCC02349A29CBE6CAB5E8D22870%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D750126ef1055fdae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dht-Sgyi3IAYfVqDd7QHC6s8y6bg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little turkey will laugh and talk like crazy but as soon as he sees the camera, he just stares......still. Sometimes I will pull the camera out and not record just to try and get him used to seeing it. (is that weird?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has made pretty close to every barn yard animal noise there is.&amp;nbsp; Plus a Komodo Dragon. His latest is puppy whining sounds. I will be going back to work as on call and I will be working 6 hours on Wednesday's so we have been trying to get him used to drinking from a bottle, it has been a challenge for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know all the videos are lookin pretty much all the same but this is what I do with him most the day and I am trying hard to capture his really giggly and talkative times but I am failing. So I will keep trying but I love showing him off so what can ya do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-2824427877880206032?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2824427877880206032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2824427877880206032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2824427877880206032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2824427877880206032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-mr-adorable-jr.html' title='MY MR. ADORABLE JR.'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3632637150620547746</id><published>2011-04-22T16:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:44:11.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>We are entering Elijah into a local "Cutest Baby" contest and want opinions on what photo to enter. Please go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://mpimages.smugmug.com/Children/Elijah-Nga/16699964_8rj5SW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let us know which # pic or pics you think we should enter.&amp;nbsp; (we can only enter one)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Elijah is growing up so fast and every day he is more awake and giggles and talks more and more.&amp;nbsp; He had his 2 month well child visit&amp;nbsp;almost 2 weeks ago and he weighed in at 11lbs 10oz (55%)&amp;nbsp;and was 221/2 in long (49%) The dr had him laying on the table and was checking him out she had him grab her fingers and he started pulling to sit up so she helped him a little and he stood all the way up. I loved seeing the look of shock on her face and she says, "ok Mr. Over achiever. You don't have to grow up this fast." Almost every one that holds him makes a comment on how strong he is. &lt;br /&gt;He has discovered his right arm/hand. He stares at it with a look of fascination and confusion. It is so dang cute. My favorite is when he is waking up and I go to get him and he just starts smiling and giggling at me. I really hope he keeps being this cute when he wakes up. So much better than screaming. &lt;br /&gt;Sang is such an awesome daddy.&amp;nbsp; He helps me out so much and loves holding and playing with his boy. I can't imagine my life without my two men in my life. Looking back on what things I had blogged about a year ago I still can't believe this is my life, this is my reality. This last year has been just amazing. We have been blessed with so many supportive friends and family members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3632637150620547746?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3632637150620547746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3632637150620547746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3632637150620547746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3632637150620547746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-help.html' title='PLEASE HELP!!!!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8046961613559746763</id><published>2011-04-09T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:30:25.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My sleepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found my men like this. Love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwh8M6dyGlI/TaDBoiPkH8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TSP9lZILIz8/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwh8M6dyGlI/TaDBoiPkH8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TSP9lZILIz8/s320/ELIJAH%2521+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6340020807594899355-8046961613559746763?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8046961613559746763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8046961613559746763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8046961613559746763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8046961613559746763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sleepers.html' title='My sleepers'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwh8M6dyGlI/TaDBoiPkH8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TSP9lZILIz8/s72-c/ELIJAH%2521+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4923966820013852609</id><published>2011-04-06T12:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:21:14.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Happy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55dc0d624b5f76a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55dc0d624b5f76a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5ED2852E4E6816ED6347FE16CF542FD0E885CBCB.4D221C932252440F553F1DE9A16CE6D650488118%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55dc0d624b5f76a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_P_1yFsv_l90NWRQR8VGEBa2r4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55dc0d624b5f76a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5ED2852E4E6816ED6347FE16CF542FD0E885CBCB.4D221C932252440F553F1DE9A16CE6D650488118%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55dc0d624b5f76a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_P_1yFsv_l90NWRQR8VGEBa2r4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We have the best conversations and I get the most smiles and giggles out of him while he is hanging out on the changing table.&amp;nbsp; Of course he calms down when either of the cameras come out so it is hard to capture his full cuteness, but you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; (or at least kinda get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4923966820013852609?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4923966820013852609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4923966820013852609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4923966820013852609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4923966820013852609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-happy-boy.html' title='Our Happy Boy'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-9145699395383809712</id><published>2011-03-30T14:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:40:23.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 WEEK PHOTO SHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frOJQASzDII/TZOOGjS5GlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zxgJ3CnvIiI/s320/20110226_7716.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tGTNS1IgUw/TZOORige5gI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QeALYZIJXN8/s1600/20110226_7728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tGTNS1IgUw/TZOORige5gI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QeALYZIJXN8/s320/20110226_7728.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwwYCKY4-nY/TZOOWYSofTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tRDcEPSOJQU/s1600/20110226_7772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwwYCKY4-nY/TZOOWYSofTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tRDcEPSOJQU/s320/20110226_7772.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhCk5I1mbe8/TZOObvQjoSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7XwLeoAgBlk/s1600/20110226_7809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhCk5I1mbe8/TZOObvQjoSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7XwLeoAgBlk/s320/20110226_7809.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;OUR GOOD FRIEND AMY TOOK THESE PICTURES WHEN&amp;nbsp;ELIJAH WAS 2 WEEKS OLD. OUR FRIEND MALEAH MADE THE HATS AND BOOTIES AND THE BLUE AND BROWN OUTFIT. WE HAVE SUCH TALENTED FRIENDS AND I AM SO GLAD TO BE ABLE TO USE THEIR TALENTS FOR OUR BENEFIT, HA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;HE IS GROWING UP SO FAST. HE IS ALREADY LOOSING THE NEW BORN LOOKS AND GETTING HIS OWN BABY LOOK. (DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;HE HAS ALREADY ROLLED OVER 4 TIMES, THE FIRST TIME HE WAS JUST 4 WEEKS OLD. HE HAS BEEN SLEEPING SO GOOD AT NIGHT AND ONLY GETS UP ONCE SOMETIMES TWICE TO EAT. IT IS SO NICE THAT HE HAS FIGURED OUT DAY AND NIGHT. I KNOW WE AREN'T OUT OF THE WOODS YET BUT WE HAVE DEFIANTLY MADE BIG PROGRESS THIS LAST WEEK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;HE LAUGHS AND SMILE SO MUCH WHEN HE IS AWAKE (AND SLEEPING)&amp;nbsp;AND HE COO'S OFTEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;THE OTHER DAY I WAS FEEDING HIM AND WAS READING OUT LOUD THE LESSON ON PRAYER FROM THE GOSPEL PRINCIPLES MANUAL AND IT CAME TO THE QUESTION "WHY DO WE PRAY?'&amp;nbsp; AFTER READING THAT OUT LOUD I LOOKED DOWN AND HE WAS STARING AT ME AND HE PULLED OFF AND COOED TWICE THEN STARTED EATING AGAIN. IT WAS SO CUTE THAT HE WANTED TO ANSWER MY QUESTION FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;ANOTHER TIME SANG WAS HOLDING HIM AND I WAS TALKING TO HIM IN ENGLISH AND SANG WAS TALKING TO HIM IN VIETNAMESE AND I ASKED HIM "DOES ANYTHING DADDY SAYIN MAKING SENSE BECAUSE IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE JUBBERISH TO ME." HE THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND WAS SMILING AND LAUGHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;WE HAVE BEEN GIVING HIM A BATH JUST ABOUT EVERY NIGHT AROUND 9 OR 9:30. IT HAS REALLY SEEMED TO HELP HIM GET ONTO THE DAY AND NIGHT SCHEDULE AND WE HAVE NOTICED THAT HE JUST LOVES IT.&amp;nbsp; LAST NIGHT HE WAS &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; TIRED AND WE WERE GOING TO JUST PUT HIM TO SLEEP AND SKIP THE BATH, HE WAS NOT HAVING ANY OF THAT.&amp;nbsp; HE WOULDN'T SLEEP AND WAS JUST CRYING SO WE GAVE HIM HIS BATH WHICH CALMED HIM RIGHT DOWN,&amp;nbsp;AND AFTER HE ATE AND FELL RIGHT TO SLEEP (FOR 6 HOURS, I MIGHT ADD WHICH HAS BEEN THE LONGEST SO FAR, WHOOT WHOOT)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;WORDS CAN'T EXPRESS HOW GRATEFUL WE FEEL TO BE ABLE TO HAVE THIS LITTLE MIRACLE IN OUR LIVES. WE HAVE HAD SUCH AN AMAZINGLY BLESSED YEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-9145699395383809712?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/9145699395383809712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=9145699395383809712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/9145699395383809712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/9145699395383809712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-week-photo-shoot.html' title='2 WEEK PHOTO SHOOT'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7kMhQc5YxI/TZONzFybrfI/AAAAAAAAAew/dZmfE69sFHw/s72-c/20110226_7651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-800139380750797218</id><published>2011-03-18T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:32:00.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Cheekies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1GB_TYCCD1M/TYPzzgYJOZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yUeqXSNzErE/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1GB_TYCCD1M/TYPzzgYJOZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yUeqXSNzErE/s320/ELIJAH%2521+201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Not a whole lot to say in this&amp;nbsp;post but I just love showing him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sGVdj9y_4gQ/TYP0GYasH7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fcd7khnVe5o/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sGVdj9y_4gQ/TYP0GYasH7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fcd7khnVe5o/s320/ELIJAH%2521+206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4bnY0atTPVc/TYP0UXdoAFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RE6Sv8eJxKo/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4bnY0atTPVc/TYP0UXdoAFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RE6Sv8eJxKo/s320/ELIJAH%2521+191.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can't get enough of this boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gnnoVPToLE0/TYP0d5ogOCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/u0lKeb9QcDQ/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gnnoVPToLE0/TYP0d5ogOCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/u0lKeb9QcDQ/s320/ELIJAH%2521+190.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-e6DlJ7IPrm8/TYP0xItF6lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GZgYEldDBp8/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-e6DlJ7IPrm8/TYP0xItF6lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GZgYEldDBp8/s320/ELIJAH%2521+168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elijah has a birth mark on the back of his neck. I have a birth mark on the back of my neck and my dad has one on the back of his neck also. Kinda cool I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jTrgN8dZpxs/TYP1IVPEf1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/GeAeMg2-Ux0/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jTrgN8dZpxs/TYP1IVPEf1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/GeAeMg2-Ux0/s320/ELIJAH%2521+160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting changed by daddy. Daddy is a pro for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ito5CNKXZ-g/TYP1PWyEzcI/AAAAAAAAAds/kkZfn3z_EjE/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ito5CNKXZ-g/TYP1PWyEzcI/AAAAAAAAAds/kkZfn3z_EjE/s320/ELIJAH%2521+145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How can you resist that face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wzJ1s6nXb7k/TYP1fmEoTqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NlvPjwuXqo4/s1600/ELIJAH%2521+173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wzJ1s6nXb7k/TYP1fmEoTqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NlvPjwuXqo4/s320/ELIJAH%2521+173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;﻿Getting ready for our first walk. So glad the weather has been getting better. Can't wait to have more walks together as a family.&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/6340020807594899355-800139380750797218?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/800139380750797218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=800139380750797218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/800139380750797218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/800139380750797218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/03/chubby-cheekies.html' title='Chubby Cheekies'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1GB_TYCCD1M/TYPzzgYJOZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yUeqXSNzErE/s72-c/ELIJAH%2521+201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6383145877410861781</id><published>2011-03-09T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:22:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijah playing with toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-692bf6978d31a895" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D692bf6978d31a895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B286748CAB9269A238B4F13646D2A452981DB35.75440832DF658ED83465CC1219D8B95C094901B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D692bf6978d31a895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyQNQdHfeTGQ3RyryvTdQDHz_zHE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D692bf6978d31a895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B286748CAB9269A238B4F13646D2A452981DB35.75440832DF658ED83465CC1219D8B95C094901B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D692bf6978d31a895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyQNQdHfeTGQ3RyryvTdQDHz_zHE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Elijah playing with some toys for the first time.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how alert he is already. He hold his head up so good and his legs are so strong that he likes to stand up (with mommy's help of course).&amp;nbsp; We have tried to get him on a little bit of a schedule with eating and sleeping and staying awake so he will sleep at certain times and for so long. Yep that doesn't work at all. It is all on his schedule. He will eat when he wants to eat, sleep when he wants to sleep, and there is no waking him trust me we have tried, and he will stay awake as late as he wants. We haven't been very strict with trying to keep a schedule but it was enough that he has let us know he is the boss.&amp;nbsp; (is this normal for all you mom's out there?) I have to say that since accepting I'm not in charge here feedings have gotten better again, and he isn't screaming when he is awake&amp;nbsp;and he is falling asleep better, when he wants to sleep that is.&amp;nbsp; Oh so at his 2 week appointment he weighed 7lbs 10oz and a week later I weighed him again just to make sure he is still getting enough food and he was 8lbs 10oz.&amp;nbsp; Is that a lot for him to gain in just 1 week? I'm not complaining that he is getting plenty to eat, better than the alternative for sure, but I just was surprised. Wow do I sound like a first time mommy or what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6383145877410861781?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6383145877410861781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6383145877410861781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6383145877410861781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6383145877410861781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/03/elijah-playing-with-toys.html' title='Elijah playing with toys'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2001184871750123025</id><published>2011-03-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:20:36.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQnGQ0cvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H6pfoDQZoQI/s1600/10-27-2010%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319905640968946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQnGQ0cvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H6pfoDQZoQI/s400/10-27-2010%2B078.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmxm3RdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/t8BJ7WXvptY/s1600/10-27-2010%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319900096284114" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmxm3RdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/t8BJ7WXvptY/s400/10-27-2010%2B077.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmXtLCFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oGacDiZMlGY/s1600/10-27-2010%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319893143423058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmXtLCFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oGacDiZMlGY/s400/10-27-2010%2B065.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmBWTFsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/d6wpAUVr1L0/s1600/10-27-2010%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319887141902018" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQmBWTFsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/d6wpAUVr1L0/s400/10-27-2010%2B066.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQl9lLMRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RX6KjeOnYu0/s1600/10-27-2010%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319886130557202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQl9lLMRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RX6KjeOnYu0/s400/10-27-2010%2B062.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I was looking through all my posts and the drafts and I guess I had started this but never finished. So here it is. Back in Oct we went to Cali with Sang's parents to visit his sister and her family. We had a great time and did some shopping in China Town and went and watched his niece play in a few soccer games and just hung around the house. It was really nice and relaxing. I was about 23ish weeks pregnant. &lt;/span&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/6340020807594899355-2001184871750123025?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2001184871750123025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2001184871750123025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2001184871750123025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2001184871750123025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/03/cali.html' title='Cali'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNwQnGQ0cvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H6pfoDQZoQI/s72-c/10-27-2010%2B078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6411126527865529205</id><published>2011-02-20T11:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:55:33.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day 2-13-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnV5irfEGBg/TWG470_tqrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eXLQDU4EBiw/s1600/DSCN1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941151639055026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnV5irfEGBg/TWG470_tqrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eXLQDU4EBiw/s400/DSCN1911.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; (Us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; contractions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;At 2:00am on the morning of Sunday Feb 13, 2011 I woke up to do my usual early morning potty break. As I usually did I had a contraction, I guess my full bladder usually set them off in early morning hours. I did my business and went back to bed. About 7 minutes later I had another contraction, about 7 minutes later another contraction, about 7 minutes later,another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9H6aNpn0RVQ/TWG47vgCNYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1iKMd8o7Ja8/s1600/DSCN1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941150164006274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9H6aNpn0RVQ/TWG47vgCNYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1iKMd8o7Ja8/s400/DSCN1928.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; (few minutes old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Sang was still awake out in the family room so I went out and told him that he might want to get some sleep because if things keep going the way they are we were going to have a baby soon. He came to bed and I kept timing my contractions and tried to sleep for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTlIIeL8Kdc/TWG47Vga3uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AWT1pPkwyrI/s1600/DSCN1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941143186300642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTlIIeL8Kdc/TWG47Vga3uI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AWT1pPkwyrI/s400/DSCN1967.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;(1 day old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eventually I got up and showered and ate some breakfast as my contractions got stronger and closer together. We got to the hospital about 8:30am and they checked me, I was a 2. What!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KCpFK94XQc/TWG46tZG3bI/AAAAAAAAAc0/uZCS8A48M-4/s1600/DSCN1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941132418211250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KCpFK94XQc/TWG46tZG3bI/AAAAAAAAAc0/uZCS8A48M-4/s400/DSCN1987.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;(few days old_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;After contractions all morning that was it! They said they usually don't keep patients if they weren't at least a 4. But they told me to go walk the halls for an hour and see if I have progressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN7LI7qbixQ/TWG46QQHogI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IlxQsoCqzeA/s1600/DSCN1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941124595884546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN7LI7qbixQ/TWG46QQHogI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IlxQsoCqzeA/s400/DSCN1989.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;(1 week old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Came back I was a 31/2. I was close enough so they admitted me and moved me to my room. They would check me every hour or two and eventually I got my epidural and made it to a 10 and was told to start pushing at around 8:15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; pm. At 11:27pm our precious baby boy was born. He weighed in at 7lbs and was 20in long. They placed him on my chest right when he came out and it was the most amazing and beautiful thing I have ever experienced. Sang was the most amazing support and was so encouraging. I don't know what I would have done without him. My mom was also in the delivery room and was such a great support as well. It was nice to share that with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6411126527865529205?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6411126527865529205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6411126527865529205' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6411126527865529205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6411126527865529205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/02/labor-day-2-13.html' title='Labor Day 2-13-11'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnV5irfEGBg/TWG470_tqrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eXLQDU4EBiw/s72-c/DSCN1911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-107952216853842826</id><published>2011-02-04T22:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:15:18.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TUzb8qjq5sI/AAAAAAAAAck/1fPq-OOwwzI/s1600/BABY%2BBUMP%2521%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570068674412996290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TUzb8qjq5sI/AAAAAAAAAck/1fPq-OOwwzI/s400/BABY%2BBUMP%2521%2B008.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TUzb8WPF_iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YQLe0-79twY/s1600/BABY%2BBUMP%2521%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570068668957982242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TUzb8WPF_iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YQLe0-79twY/s400/BABY%2BBUMP%2521%2B003.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Yep 38 weeks. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a 1 for over a week. Hoping next appointment we have at least a little progress. His movements are getting bigger and he is getting lots stronger, which amazes me because he really doesn't have room in there for all he does. Sometimes it feels like he it trying to tear of there through my belly, I have to remind him that my skin has no more stretch left and he needs to move down to the exit, and Sang kids that he is trying to come out my belly button. With all that, I still love feeling him move and watching my tummy shift and roll and bounce and stick out pointy. He is so cute I can hardly stand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A while ago I wrote about Sang's brother and his wife adopting a little boy. Well on Feb 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; they have their final court date to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maddix&lt;/span&gt; James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ngo&lt;/span&gt; officially and legally part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; family. It has been so cool to see them adjust to being parents and to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; get used to them and grow to love and trust Bryan and Shannon. He was 18 months old when they got him and was emotionally and physically neglected by his 17 year old birth mom so it has taken him some time to get used to such loving parents. We are so happy for them and can't wait to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; in the court house to support them and welcome little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; into our family. Plus it doesn't hurt that we will be going out to eat to celebrate together.&lt;/span&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/6340020807594899355-107952216853842826?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/107952216853842826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=107952216853842826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/107952216853842826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/107952216853842826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/02/38-weeks.html' title='38 WEEKS'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TUzb8qjq5sI/AAAAAAAAAck/1fPq-OOwwzI/s72-c/BABY%2BBUMP%2521%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8252343526875436280</id><published>2011-01-24T18:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:50:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TT4qeWubByI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3diDdubiwwo/s1600/TODAY%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565932890461243170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TT4qeWubByI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3diDdubiwwo/s400/TODAY%2B023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh this puppet. We got this puppy puppet at a shower and when you move the mouth the puppy barks 3 different tunes as you make him bark. It is very cute and very soft which is great for our baby boy. The thing is, I don't think there will be any juice left in the batteries by the time Elijah gets here. Sang LOVES this toy!! I have to admit I have hidden the toy from him but he found it. When we are out shopping and there is a stuffed animal he always has to check and see if it is a puppet now.  When it comes down to it, it is very cute that Sang loves it so much. He is just a big kid at heart. He will be an amazing daddy. There is no one else I would rather experience this with.&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/6340020807594899355-8252343526875436280?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8252343526875436280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8252343526875436280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8252343526875436280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8252343526875436280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/01/puppet.html' title='The Puppet'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TT4qeWubByI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3diDdubiwwo/s72-c/TODAY%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7046304667607308585</id><published>2011-01-22T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:35:28.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TTsfrsyrrmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_0JLLOuRj2g/s1600/TODAY%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565076600164953698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TTsfrsyrrmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_0JLLOuRj2g/s400/TODAY%2B020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TTsfrJUCxmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fbNCHAoeZ-U/s1600/TODAY%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565076590641202786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TTsfrJUCxmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fbNCHAoeZ-U/s400/TODAY%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we are so close. I have such mixed feelings.  On one hand I don't want this to end. He is moving so much and Sang and I love just laying and watching my tummy roll all over.  Each night Sang "plays hide-n-seek" with Elijah.  Sang will put his hand some where on my tummy and say "where are you Elijah" and Elijah will move and poke out some where else and Sang will move his hand around trying to find him and so on. It is so cute.  On the other hand after such a long wait I am so ready to hold my baby and experience all the joys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuff&lt;/span&gt; times of being mommy.  I had an appointment on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and everything looks good and it is the  start of my weekly appointments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;!  Not much else is going on, just working and waiting.  We have been so blessed to have this experience and to have such an easy pregnancy. I am so grateful.&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/6340020807594899355-7046304667607308585?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7046304667607308585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7046304667607308585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7046304667607308585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7046304667607308585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/01/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TTsfrsyrrmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_0JLLOuRj2g/s72-c/TODAY%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8754380559993709803</id><published>2011-01-05T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:40:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TSVQncUcxVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1O3vc4rbrdM/s1600/TODAY%2B174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558937953605829970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TSVQncUcxVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1O3vc4rbrdM/s400/TODAY%2B174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TSVQm43yM7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/GHSB_Af6EQo/s1600/TODAY%2B171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558937944090358706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TSVQm43yM7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/GHSB_Af6EQo/s400/TODAY%2B171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First off we had a great photographer take our pics at 31 1/2 weeks but I can't get them downloaded onto here for some reason.  Amy Woody did a fantastic job and I am super bummed that I can't show them on here.  I did get them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so you can go to my profile to check some out.  That is why there has been such a big gap between baby bump pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything has been going fantastic.  About a month ago I did get a bladder infection but luckily I was able to get that taken care of really fast.  But because of how sick it made me, I can no longer say that I haven't thrown up through my pregnancy. Two weeks ago at my appointment my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; measured my tummy and said that it measures an inch bigger than it should which is kinda funny because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hear often&lt;/span&gt; that I don't look very big.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had another appointment today and we had our last ultra sound and she took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; to see how much he weighs. He weighs in at 4lbs 13oz, which is slightly on the smaller side. He isn't small enough to be concerned which is good and everything looks good with him.  We got a few more pics and he has Sang's cute big lips.  I could watch him on the screen all day!  We can't wait to hold him in our arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8754380559993709803?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8754380559993709803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8754380559993709803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8754380559993709803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8754380559993709803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2011/01/34-weeks.html' title='34 Weeks'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TSVQncUcxVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1O3vc4rbrdM/s72-c/TODAY%2B174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1156049958775928846</id><published>2010-12-09T09:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:10:51.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH how we LoVe White Elephant parties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELF4WXmvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X4Mf1QzFWOA/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728411550620402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELF4WXmvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X4Mf1QzFWOA/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Brother and Sister Black for hosting this GREAT Christmas party.  The table was beautiful and the food was awesome! I didn't even stuff my face like that for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELFJgplLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9p1efEQfQkQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728398977275058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELFJgplLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9p1efEQfQkQ/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner just sitting and chatting with everyone. Feeling fat and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELEq8sYMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zB_PpENMyFo/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728390773399746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELEq8sYMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zB_PpENMyFo/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting food digest a little before starting the white elephant presents. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKyitAA9I/AAAAAAAAAbE/1K2qvdoMoZ8/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728079322448850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKyitAA9I/AAAAAAAAAbE/1K2qvdoMoZ8/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drew #1, lucky me so here goes the first present. Drum roll please......... It was a glass pot.  Yep no one stole it from me so I get to take it home.  Sister Diamond says that she always burnt food in it.  If she had a hard time cooking things in it, there is no way I can. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKyGAEG2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/FFa1ZCRB2ZE/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728071617780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKyGAEG2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/FFa1ZCRB2ZE/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching another gift be opened, the intensity. ha!  Sister Atkinson standing, Brother and Sister Diamond sitting right in front of her, Bishop Atkinson on the couch with Jeff (the exec sec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKxL4KghI/AAAAAAAAAa0/R_s0kjbvBfs/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728056015389202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKxL4KghI/AAAAAAAAAa0/R_s0kjbvBfs/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff, Sister Black, Brother and Sister Jensen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKwnhE3UI/AAAAAAAAAas/Esh1-fTyEQA/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728046254873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKwnhE3UI/AAAAAAAAAas/Esh1-fTyEQA/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We always joke with Brother Diamond that he needs to learn to how to text so it was very fitting when he opened a poster with text &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abbreviations&lt;/span&gt;, to bad Sister Black stole it from him. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKwKDOX6I/AAAAAAAAAak/EQpPaAbr-bM/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728038345039778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKwKDOX6I/AAAAAAAAAak/EQpPaAbr-bM/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Anderson's, they are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKG5sqFXI/AAAAAAAAAac/idAbl5bgFiM/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727329580782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKG5sqFXI/AAAAAAAAAac/idAbl5bgFiM/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bishop was super excited about the wood bears. It was a gift me and Sang took. We got it from my cleaning out my grandparents house after they passed away. They are kinda cute but what on earth do you do with them?  We joked on the way there that bishop would probably actually like them.  LOVE that he is the one that ended up with them. Even though before he got these everyone kept stealing his gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKGf6pGPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cfjRwd4a0xw/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727322660116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKGf6pGPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cfjRwd4a0xw/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sang got a bed pan (not sure if it was ever used, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;) and a old, used remote control car. Don't tell the Black's but Sang hid the bed pan in their house before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKFzF2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nD7mtdWWmQE/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727310627530194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKFzF2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nD7mtdWWmQE/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother and Sister Jensen, he is a bit excited about his worn out knit gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKFO9NdQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ceKD778XswM/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727300927616258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKFO9NdQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ceKD778XswM/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister Jensen sporting her fur coat we had cleaned out of G-ma's closet. Mom says she thinks G-ma bought this coat before she married G-pa, so from the 30's or 40's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  We have no idea what it is made from and it smelled like it was from that long ago. If she takes it to an antique store she might be able to make some money off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKEeUtDUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PZ7KepfDomE/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727287872818498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQEKEeUtDUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PZ7KepfDomE/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is everyone together. They are all so awesome!!!! We miss seeing all of you on Sunday's. You have all been such good examples to us and have welcomed us with loving arms.  We consider you all family to us.  Thank you so much for all the great memories and we hope to make many many more with you. We love all of you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6340020807594899355-1156049958775928846?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1156049958775928846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1156049958775928846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1156049958775928846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1156049958775928846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-how-we-love-white-elephant-parties.html' title='OH how we LoVe White Elephant parties!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TQELF4WXmvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X4Mf1QzFWOA/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3100032668508781134</id><published>2010-12-01T18:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:42:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TPb8MRQUY_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/KDtwqN5Q8l4/s1600/Dec%2B1st%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897278873822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TPb8MRQUY_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/KDtwqN5Q8l4/s400/Dec%2B1st%2B092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TPb8MMqSIqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ndvvO67cWx8/s1600/Dec%2B1st%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897277640549026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TPb8MMqSIqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ndvvO67cWx8/s400/Dec%2B1st%2B091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With last week being Thanksgiving and all, picture was not to high on my priority list so here is 29 weeks.  Things have been fantastic!!  I few weeks ago I did get a bladder infection and that was pretty yucky.  The first day I had to have Sang come get me from work because it totally made me feel so sick and drained all of my energy and everyone was telling me I was as white as a ghost. I'm pretty dang white and I thought it was impossible for me to look whiter but I guess I can. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;.. who would have thunk.  Luckily I got med pretty fast and after rest and a day or two I was pretty much better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Thanksgiving we went down with my side of the family to Little America in Salt Lake and stayed there a few nights and ate at their Thanksgiving buffet.  It was really good and so fun to be there with family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend at work threw me a work baby shower and it was great. We got a lot of adorable stuff and a lot of people gave us money which we got enough that it paid for our crib which is nice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sang of course has been amazing as always. He has helped my dad a ton with shoveling all the snow, I'm used to being out there helping so it has been hard not helping so I just sit and watch and Sang pulls cute silly faces at me and he comes and stands under the window and starts meowing to tease my mom.  We kid with her that she is the neighborhood cat lady so me and her just giggle when he does it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yesterday I worked from 8:30am to 9:30pm and he was so sweet and gave me a back rub AND a foot rub.  I had only asked for a little back rub.  He spoils me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did have an appointment yesterday (I got bumped twice because of deliveries so it has thrown all of my appointments off)  We sweet talked her into doing an ultra sound and she did some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; and he was in breach position with his bum down and his toes touching his head.  Based on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; he is 2lbs 12oz. He is adorable!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still in shock that this is my life, that this is really happening to me. That I get to experience this little miracle boy in my tummy moving.  That I am being blessed to be his mommy.  That I have such and amazing and supportive and excited husband to share this miracle experience with.  It is very humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3100032668508781134?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3100032668508781134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3100032668508781134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3100032668508781134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3100032668508781134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/12/29-weeks.html' title='29 WEEKS'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TPb8MRQUY_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/KDtwqN5Q8l4/s72-c/Dec%2B1st%2B092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-714017585617848546</id><published>2010-11-10T18:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:02:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNtKX_WscRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SqUtNfKggxs/s1600/26%2Bweeks%2B305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101942786224402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNtKX_WscRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SqUtNfKggxs/s400/26%2Bweeks%2B305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNtKXFAt9fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XD1LhFkfjp8/s1600/26%2Bweeks%2B304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101927124792818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNtKXFAt9fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XD1LhFkfjp8/s400/26%2Bweeks%2B304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep 26 weeks, less than 100 days left. I can't believe it has been 6 weeks since I was crossing over the half way mark. It's incredible!  We had an ultrasound last week and he was stubborn once again and was facing my back at first so after looking at other things for a while we went back to his face and he had turned a little so we could see his profile and if we adjusted a little we could catch a peak from the front, but once we got to the front what does he do? The same thing he always does, he covers his face with his hand. As usual we could only see his nose and mouth. He was swallowing so we could see his mouth moving and he even stuck his tongue out at us. He has Sang's flat button nose and big plump lips. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was laying back on the couch and I put my cell on my tummy, he freaked out. I could see my tummy moving all over like he was turning around and then he started kicking the phone as much as his little legs could, like he was trying to kick my phone off.  I did it again at work with a mug I was eating my oatmeal out of and he started kicking at it. I don't get him, when it is an object he kicks at it like crazy but when it is a hand he gets shy or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I also felt my first big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; Hicks contraction. Usually if my tummy was hard I couldn't really tell unless I felt my tummy with my hand, but this almost took my breath away with surprise of feeling it tighten up like it did. Plus it felt like some one dropped a 5lb weight inside my tummy. It was awesome!! I'm so excited with all the new things that come at different phases of getting closer to seeing and holding my baby boy.  I love him more than I ever imagined possible. Sang is still the cutest daddy to be and is always asking what he is doing and how I'm feeling, and giving him kisses.  He even tries to look through my belly button to see him, which his eye lashes tickle like crazy. He is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-714017585617848546?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/714017585617848546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=714017585617848546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/714017585617848546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/714017585617848546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/11/26-weeks.html' title='26 Weeks'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TNtKX_WscRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SqUtNfKggxs/s72-c/26%2Bweeks%2B305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-345606887265361754</id><published>2010-10-28T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:08:10.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TMobmPLfQAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gtFGyMOqAMI/s1600/10-27-2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265435901771778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TMobmPLfQAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gtFGyMOqAMI/s400/10-27-2010+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TMobljmz6_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/YtK-55O0tDQ/s1600/10-27-2010+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265424205212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TMobljmz6_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/YtK-55O0tDQ/s400/10-27-2010+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had my 24 week appointment on Tuesday and it was the first appointment Sang couldn't come to, also was the first one she hasn't done an ultra sound for me.  Guess he has been my lucky charm. Good thing I work in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; as her so she told me to remind her next week and she will come get me when she has time to do one for fun.  The other day I was doing laundry and Elijah started moving, I had to take advantage of it so I sat down and just stared at my tummy and watched my tummy bouncing all over and talked to him for about 30 minutes. We went to Cali last week (pics to come) and on the way down I was just thinking about how blessed I am with Sang as my amazing husband and our little miracle and I just started crying and crying and crying. ha! Man it is so hard to stop crying once you start when your pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-345606887265361754?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/345606887265361754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=345606887265361754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/345606887265361754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/345606887265361754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/10/24-weeks.html' title='24 weeks'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TMobmPLfQAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gtFGyMOqAMI/s72-c/10-27-2010+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8431321980952175254</id><published>2010-10-13T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:01:12.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>22 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TLZUec2MsqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2MJZ1rvcPzo/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527698474760188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TLZUec2MsqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2MJZ1rvcPzo/s400/BABY+BUMP!+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TLZUeFmH40I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RsZvpAV4uz0/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527698468518748994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TLZUeFmH40I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RsZvpAV4uz0/s400/BABY+BUMP!+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lady at work asked me when I was due so I told her Feb 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; , She says "OH, you have a while huh." As she was looking at my belly. I said "doesn't look like I have that much longer does it." She just nervously laughed like she didn't know how to agree with me and not offend me.  Yep I'm big.   Also a lady at work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to me as the pregnant girl, I'm just happy she didn't say "the fat girl".  So guess when it comes down to it, I'm big and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregnantly&lt;/span&gt; happy.  Best way to be right? ;)  My sweet baby Elijah is already worth ever pound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8431321980952175254?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8431321980952175254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8431321980952175254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8431321980952175254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8431321980952175254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/10/22-weeks.html' title='22 WEEKS'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TLZUec2MsqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2MJZ1rvcPzo/s72-c/BABY+BUMP!+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7830371679403021812</id><published>2010-10-04T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:26:28.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Baked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKoN2gw7cyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/eEQbN4WtCFs/s1600/20weeksall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524243123082588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKoN2gw7cyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/eEQbN4WtCFs/s400/20weeksall.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah side profile, his long leg (takes after mommy) and He's still a boy (takes after daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-7830371679403021812?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7830371679403021812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7830371679403021812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7830371679403021812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7830371679403021812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-baked.html' title='Half Baked'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKoN2gw7cyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/eEQbN4WtCFs/s72-c/20weeksall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5373422717558152012</id><published>2010-09-29T22:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:04:48.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKQWBtGQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/k1PJcAbQY6Q/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522563261604614578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKQWBtGQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/k1PJcAbQY6Q/s400/BABY+BUMP!+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKQWBGBXtiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6cEhjtzf1hU/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522563251115111970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKQWBGBXtiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6cEhjtzf1hU/s400/BABY+BUMP!+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is! Half way! I am so happy that we are half way from having our sweet baby Elijah in our arms, but at the same time, I have had such a great pregnancy (no vomiting, mild nausea,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;) besides the spotting that I have enjoyed it so much, I am kinda, just a tiny bit sad that it is half over. Not knowing if I will ever get to experience this again and with everything I have been through to get this little guy, I have tried so hard to not take one single second for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our 20 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and it was the big ultra sound where they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measure&lt;/span&gt; him and see how on track my due date is and to make sure he had all his insides and they looked healthy. He was being stubborn and rolled on his stomach so he was facing my back so she couldn't get a front face shot but he does have one heck of a cute side profile. =) Every thing looked great and my due date hasn't changed, still Feb 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It was so amazing to see his legs kicking like crazy and feel it at the same time. He also was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; shy and covering his face with his hand for the very short time she could have gotten a front face shot. But he wasn't shy about showing us that he is still and always will be a boy, silly boy. I think we might need to work on that when he comes out. I have a feeling he might want to just run around naked. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5373422717558152012?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5373422717558152012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5373422717558152012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5373422717558152012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5373422717558152012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-weeks.html' title='20 WEEKS'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TKQWBtGQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/k1PJcAbQY6Q/s72-c/BABY+BUMP!+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6624444205713893450</id><published>2010-09-14T20:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:29:34.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TJAvTTAS-6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gE07KzZRBFk/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516961552094395298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TJAvTTAS-6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gE07KzZRBFk/s400/BABY+BUMP!+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TJAvSomd63I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IV9jpOr32qc/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516961540711770994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TJAvSomd63I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IV9jpOr32qc/s400/BABY+BUMP!+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6624444205713893450?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6624444205713893450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6624444205713893450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6624444205713893450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6624444205713893450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/09/18-weeks.html' title='18 Weeks'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TJAvTTAS-6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gE07KzZRBFk/s72-c/BABY+BUMP!+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6262136092025145574</id><published>2010-09-13T09:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:37:19.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement and It's A BOY!</title><content type='html'>I have tried to download some ultra sound pics on here but for some reason I can't get it to work. Hopefully I can figure it out so you can see our baby Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard several times that first time mom's don't usually realize they feel the baby until later in the pregnancy so I have been trying to be very aware of all the different flutters in my tummy. Tomorrow I will be 18 weeks, at 14.5 weeks I felt baby Elijah's first kick. I was laying on the couch and felt the flutter. Right away I knew without a doubt it wasn't like all the others, that it was my baby. It took another week before I felt him move again but after that wait I was feeling him at least once a day, and have been feeling more and more movement since. I have tried to savor every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night we were on the couch watching a movie and Sang was in usual position with his hand on my tummy. I felt a kick where his palm was and his head turned to me so fast and he had the cutest smile and look of shock on his face and he ask if that was baby Elijah. I was shocked and ask if he really felt it. He was so excited and had the big smile on his face for so long. He wanted to feel him again so he started chanting "do it again" as he jiggled my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put into words how amazing this whole experience has been. Sang is so amazing and is so fun to watch how excited he is when we see Elijah on the ultra sound and when we are at a store that has baby stuff, seeing him pull out stuff he thinks is cute with the most adorable smile on his face. Most of the outfits we have bought, he picked out. And seeing him be excited when I tell him that he just moved, he comes over and puts his hand where I show him he just moved. All the texts I get through the day of Sang asking how mommy and Elijah are doing. We got asked to speak in sacrament yesterday and I spoke on marriage and Sang spoke on family, as props he showed off 2 of the baby outfits we have recently bought, it was adorable. I could not imagine sharing these experiences with any one else. He is an amazing husband and is going to make such an amazing daddy.&lt;br /&gt;How have I become so blessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. With moving into my parents basement we missed taking my 16 week picture so tomorrow we will be taking out 18 week picture so stay tuned for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6262136092025145574?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6262136092025145574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6262136092025145574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6262136092025145574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6262136092025145574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/09/movement-and-its-boy.html' title='Movement and It&apos;s A BOY!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3604642864820790529</id><published>2010-08-18T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:12:50.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Dancer (not quite)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ5guMYII/AAAAAAAAAV0/7dYfGQCN_ps/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875288938373250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ5guMYII/AAAAAAAAAV0/7dYfGQCN_ps/s400/BABY+BUMP!+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 14 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;, it might not be pretty but after all the hard work to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; belly, I will be showing off the actual tummy. (unless I get to many complaints then I will keep the shirt down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ5BBuQVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Ve7b8rgIkE/s1600/BABY+BUMP!+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875280430350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ5BBuQVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Ve7b8rgIkE/s400/BABY+BUMP!+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ4icwi4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rilMSrivZ0A/s1600/honeymoon+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875272222247810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ4icwi4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rilMSrivZ0A/s400/honeymoon+445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PRE-prego&lt;/span&gt; belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3604642864820790529?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3604642864820790529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3604642864820790529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3604642864820790529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3604642864820790529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/08/belly-dancer-not-quite.html' title='Belly Dancer (not quite)'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TGxZ5guMYII/AAAAAAAAAV0/7dYfGQCN_ps/s72-c/BABY+BUMP!+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3541461954530557363</id><published>2010-07-30T22:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:37:19.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CarolAnn&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saydee&lt;/span&gt; came to visit for a little while and we got together and played in mom and dad's water toys. Randy, Wendy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madilyn&lt;/span&gt; came to play too. We had fun watching the guys going down the slide, until they popped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOmb4tIh3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rdUuk0qH5aA/s1600/july+10+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499922567957874546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOmb4tIh3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rdUuk0qH5aA/s400/july+10+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOnuMt-8BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7VjRjdTLc9s/s1600/july+10+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499923982079422482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOnuMt-8BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7VjRjdTLc9s/s400/july+10+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOmbTDnHWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LYZ5-dC2DNs/s1600/july+10+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499922557851606370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOmbTDnHWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LYZ5-dC2DNs/s400/july+10+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOlkP2idhI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qbx3MQe3GIk/s1600/july+10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499921612098663954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOlkP2idhI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qbx3MQe3GIk/s400/july+10+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljxPUD6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/z0borgGLI3Y/s1600/july+10+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499921603881078690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljxPUD6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/z0borgGLI3Y/s400/july+10+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljjRfB9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/EhrNQfd9DV0/s1600/july+10+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499921600132089810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljjRfB9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/EhrNQfd9DV0/s400/july+10+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOnuTdkR6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/J8fjKcuGu6o/s1600/july+10+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499923983889614754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOnuTdkR6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/J8fjKcuGu6o/s400/july+10+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOliwOWNPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/o6LDVGv-TTQ/s1600/july+10+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499921586428720370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOliwOWNPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/o6LDVGv-TTQ/s400/july+10+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljFi019I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xNujc0QB5R0/s1600/july+10+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499921592151758802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOljFi019I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xNujc0QB5R0/s400/july+10+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3541461954530557363?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3541461954530557363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3541461954530557363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3541461954530557363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3541461954530557363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/07/water-fun.html' title='Water Fun'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TFOmb4tIh3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rdUuk0qH5aA/s72-c/july+10+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2326664424377191434</id><published>2010-07-26T10:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:18:07.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little scare</title><content type='html'>Last night we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; ready for bed and I used the restroom and I was bleeding.  It was what I would consider more than "spotting" and not as much as the down pour of a miscarriage.  It was, in my opinion, right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;.  Being the worry wart I am I was ready to go to the ER, Sang being calm and collected he is wanted to wait a little longer and see if it would stop or get worse before doing anything.  As any woman who has been pregnant or man who has had a wife pregnant knows, the one carrying wins, always, in situations like this, especially with my history. So still bleeding we are off the the ER.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; we knew one of the people working in the ER and he and Sang gave me a blessing as soon as we got into the room.  THANK YOU!  (I love the priesthood) They took a urine test and took some blood work, which thinking about it we never heard any results from, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, but then they started an IV to fill my bladder to do an ultrasound.  Still there and moving like crazy. It was awesome to see.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; came in after talking to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;radiologist&lt;/span&gt; and said that I had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hemorrhaging&lt;/span&gt; between my placenta and my uterus but everything looks great besides. They told me for a few days I am on pelvic rest.  Poor Sang, all that and by the time we got home he was able to to get only 2 hours of sleep before having to wake up for work.  We were both glad to see everything is still good, but he did give me the "I told you so" look that everything was fine, Which I deserved, but I had to know everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; or I would keep stressing and cause more damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-2326664424377191434?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2326664424377191434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2326664424377191434' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2326664424377191434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2326664424377191434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-scare.html' title='Little scare'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5587448497539134569</id><published>2010-07-12T12:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:23:35.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say....</title><content type='html'>Everything is going fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some nausea and don't know if I will ever be able to eat meat again but I LOVE fruit and popcycles and string cheese. Oh and of course all sugar loaded food is always welcome but I have been able to limit my eating of such foods pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first OB apptointment and everything looks great and strong. Our next appointment is Aug 4th, then Sept 1st, which is when Dr Lister says if there is cooperation we should find out what we are having then we can share what and how many. I hate to say it but it has been so fun listening to everyone guess how many they think we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done a whole lot around here. Usually I am either working, doing house work, or taking it easy (yes I am paranoid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go to my parents on July 3rd and had a barb-Q with my parents and brother and his family. My parents have a bunch of water toys so we got them all out and it turned into a little game of water baseball. The huge blow up water slide was first base, the blow up pool was second, the top of the slip an slide was third and you had to slide down it into home. We didn't take our camera because we forget to take pics now days. It was super fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is really going on here. I just can't wait till I can post ultrasound pics we have already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh some great news about Sang's brother Bryan and his wife Shannon. I got a text from a volleyball friend that said she knows a 17 year old girl in foster care that has a 18 month old son that she wants to place for adoption and she was wondering if me and Sang would be interested since she knows we have struggled with inferetiliy. I told her I was pregnant but Bryan and Shannon want to adopt so I gave Shannon her number and they arranged for the birth mom to meet them and 4 other couples and she would decide who she wanted to take her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We they met and a few days later they got a call that the mom had picked them. They have to do a homestudy and are waiting for a court date but their lawyer said they are going to try hard to push for it to be all done this coming week. He is so adorable and they get to take him often. They can't keep him yet till stuff gets done. Shannon says that when they drop him off he grabs onto them for dear life and cries. It breaks their heart but they know it will be over soon. Here is a picture of Maddix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493098360219333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TDtn2t0ncjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lNF2ByMrWaA/s400/36960_413676796165_621291165_4479265_4736396_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4479263&amp;amp;id=621291165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4479263&amp;amp;id=621291165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4479263&amp;amp;id=621291165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5587448497539134569?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5587448497539134569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5587448497539134569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5587448497539134569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5587448497539134569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-say.html' title='What to say....'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/TDtn2t0ncjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lNF2ByMrWaA/s72-c/36960_413676796165_621291165_4479265_4736396_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1640986431681227912</id><published>2010-06-12T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:30:56.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Prayers</title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers. We honestly can't tell you how much it has helped us.  It is amazing how we have felt comfort and calm as we have gone through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt;.  I do have a favor to ask. Please continue praying for us, but just adjust the prayers and thoughts so that I will be able to continue carrying our baby/babies.  I'm pregnant!!  &lt;div&gt;We have an appointment on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to find out how many.  My beta level at 14 days was 592. I need to go in to the ER Sunday to have another test.  They want to make sure that my levels are going up.   I still need to do my nightly progesterone shots until July 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We are running out of not bruised cheek for the shots.   Our baby/babies are worth every one of them.  Bring them shots on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-1640986431681227912?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1640986431681227912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1640986431681227912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1640986431681227912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1640986431681227912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts-prayers.html' title='Thoughts &amp; Prayers'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8711682668323553767</id><published>2010-06-08T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:57:07.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective Hearing</title><content type='html'>We kinda have the motto in our house now "pregnant until proven otherwise". We talk like our 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embryos&lt;/span&gt; are still in there since there have been no signs (cough cough, my period, cough cough) that they aren't.  Sang gives them kisses each night and asks me during the day how they are and says that he misses them.  He makes sure I drink at least 3 glasses of milk a day just to make sure they will be tall and healthy and tall, did I mention TALL. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;The other day Sang was... well to put it bluntly, getting on my nerves.  I started ignoring him.  I could hear him just keep talking even though it was obvious I wasn't listening.  After a minute or two I decided to focus and listen to what he was still rambling on about just in time to hear... "Babies, are you going to ignore me like momma does?"   How could I not bust up laughing?  then he says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; you are listening huh."&lt;br /&gt;Cutest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; daddy ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8711682668323553767?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8711682668323553767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8711682668323553767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8711682668323553767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8711682668323553767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/06/selective-hearing.html' title='Selective Hearing'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5654171877972706592</id><published>2010-05-30T21:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:43:55.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRANSFER</title><content type='html'>Well our 2 "A-Team" members didn't want to wait till Sunday so Friday we went down and they put in our 2 embryos. They gave us a picture of them and they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; that we could watch the lab tech put our babies in a catheter thingy and walked our babies into our room where I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prepped&lt;/span&gt; and ready. They had the lab guy go back into the lab (which was an adjoining room by the way) and look to make sure the babies were out of the tube. He gave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; a thumbs up and was on his way. They had me lay still for a half hour. Sang was right my my side the whole time. He had been there for everything. He is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;They sent us home and told me 2-3 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad it happened during the beginning of this long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and out of the 10 that fertilized 5 have stopped growing at 3 celled embryos. They put the 2, one 8 celled and one 7 celled, strong one's in and there are 3, 2 were 5 celled and the other was kinda 7 celled, that they are still watching and will let us know if they get to where it would be worth freezing. Honestly since we haven't heard anything yet I would be surprised it any of them did, but we will see. Hopefully we wont need any to be frozen. wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;Once again we would like to say thank you all for all your thoughts, prayers and support. It has truly been humbling and overwhelming. We have been so blessed with so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; friends and people around us. We pray that in your time of need you will feel the same love and comfort we have. If any of you need anything please let us know so we can return your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;When the gentleman offered to pay for the In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vitro&lt;/span&gt; for us we asked what we could do for him and how we could ever pay him back and all he said was to pay it forward with service to others. We are so indebted for just having this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;, there is no way we could feel good about ourselves if we didn't try to take every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; we can to give back what we can.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5654171877972706592?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5654171877972706592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5654171877972706592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5654171877972706592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5654171877972706592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/transfer.html' title='THE TRANSFER'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-441805011484662055</id><published>2010-05-27T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:16:49.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the eggs become embryos</title><content type='html'>I got a call this morning from the lab saying that all 10 of my eggs have fertilized. He said that they are shooting for the transfer (of just 2, no we don't want our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show) to take place on day 5 which is Sunday. He said that they will be watch through the night and there might be two that mature faster then the others. If that happens they will call and tell me to get down there asap. Which we are kinda hoping that doesn't happen because due to this weekend being a holiday Sang was not able to get anyone to work or switch shifts with so that would mean he wouldn't be able to be there if I had to run down tomorrow morning. He is so cute and really wants to be there for me and our babies so we are praying Sunday is the day.&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-441805011484662055?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/441805011484662055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=441805011484662055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/441805011484662055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/441805011484662055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-egss-become-embryos.html' title='And the eggs become embryos'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-139782904321377212</id><published>2010-05-25T17:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:18:34.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrieval Day</title><content type='html'>Here is the update for any of you that are still reading my blog after my last little (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monstrous&lt;/span&gt;)blog.  I really hope I didn't offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Today was retrieval day.  We had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; at 8:45am down at the U of U.  They are really great and friendly there.  They know what they are doing and talking about.  I got my iv started and they put my sleepy med in. (oh how I love the sleepy med) They actually let Sang sit by me and watch the monitor as they did the procedure.  He thought it was pretty cool what they can do.  They put in the ultrasound stick and then the vacuum needle.  (that's my term for it, I don't remember what they called it) Sang watched as they drained all of the fluid out of several follies.  I asked how many and he said he wasn't counting.  The nurses told him that from what they could tell without looking into microscopes at the eggs we should have around 10 that are mature and ready, as long as they look normal.  We might have more and we might have less depending on how they look. &lt;br /&gt;Sang is amazing and has taken such good care of me.  He would feed me crackers so I didn't have to move.  He had to go to work but he made sure I was taken care of and had everything I needed before he left.  He also left me a little note telling me that I did great today and he loves me.  I honestly don't know what I would do without him through all of this.  He is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-139782904321377212?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/139782904321377212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=139782904321377212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/139782904321377212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/139782904321377212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/retrieval-day.html' title='Retrieval Day'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2091926241550019117</id><published>2010-05-22T22:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:32:46.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Die For That</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JqfGqOx2iDQ/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Just heard this song and loved it. Those who don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; with infertility don't fully understand how lucky they are. I don't want to get on a soap box or anything but I'm going to anyways. Ha! I hope those who can have kids just take a moment to think about what infertility entails. Since I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; with this for so long I feel that I have a lot more control on my emotions when it comes to this trial than I used to and I feel I can speak more freely and without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plunging&lt;/span&gt; into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My advise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Please be careful of the comments you make to those you know are trying to get pregnant. Or those that have been married a few years and don't have children. Not everyone shares that they are trying and when you ask, "so why don't you have kids yet?" It can be like a dagger to the heart. I learned to reply something along the lines, "I don't know, when Heavenly Father tells you when, please let me know because it just isn't happening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Please NEVER EVER EVER tell them to just relax and stop thinking about it/trying. That just down right pissed me off when I would hear that. Anyone going through infertility knows this is next to impossible. Not getting pregnant isn't just like forgetting that you have a bruise or cut and when you get occupied with work or chores you tend to forget that it is there. Infertility is a constant thought in the back of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Please don't complain about pregnancy pains to some one who can't get pregnant. I know it sounds like a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; but you would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; how many women that are pregnant just don't think about who they are complaining to. We totally get that there are pains and uncomfortable and annoying things that come with pregnancy and of course people are human and that is what we do, complain. But PLEASE be careful WHO you complain to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Complaining to include: Please don't complain about it taking 2 months or so to get pregnant especially if you already have children. 2 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to 1+years is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incomparable&lt;/span&gt;. Don't think that you can relate, because you can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Please keep in mind that it takes a community to raise your children, so on Mother Day remember that we might not have our own children but we are in a way mothers to yours, our nieces and nephews and our friends children. Plus we still have the motherly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt; built within us. We are still mothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Please let us be the one's to crack jokes or make comments about our infertility. (If we are able to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Those are just a few pleased I have that I know all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infertility&lt;/span&gt; couples (mostly women) would appreciate extra effort in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Also to help you to understand where we are coming from I would like to include from one of our classes we took while on one of our adoption paths we once started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The Emotional Stages of Infertility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Denial ("this can't happen to me")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Isolation&lt;/span&gt;- Infertility can be too personal and embarrassing to discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Anger- The loss of control over our bodies and destinies often lead to anger. Anger may be directed realistically and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rationally&lt;/span&gt; toward those who express insults, or irrationally toward doctors, or deity. The real anger is toward the situation and ourselves. Depression may result if the anger isn't dealt with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Guilt and Worthlessness-People try to make a cause-and-effect relationship between infertility and something they have done or not done. Pregnancy may be seen as an issue of worthiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Depression-This is a legitimate response to despair,sadness, and distress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Grief- Loss of passing on the family name; loss of the dream of bearing children; loss of feeling like you fit in; loss of being free from the hassles of seemingly unending medical examinations;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. There are no funerals, no grave to lay flowers on. Often, the couple grieves alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sounds a bit like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt; process doesn't it? Well that's because it is. We will be going through these different phases as long as we are infertile. It might get easier but it is always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I know this is getting long but I have just one more thing from the class to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Infertility is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Trying to be happy for your friend who's on her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Hating your "broken body"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Doctors:hating them....worshipping them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Wondering if you will ever get a Mother's Day or Father's Day card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Picking a name for your baby...&amp;amp; then growing tired of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get to use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Always going to other people's homes for dinner so THEY don't have to get a babysitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Falling apart.....every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Knowing (better than most) how conception happens, yet having to put up with stupid advice and crude jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Feeling empty and sad almost all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Wondering...Why us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Having a "guestroom" &amp;amp; wishing it were a "nursery" instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Secretly hating every pregnant woman you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Dreading "another" Christmas without the child you long for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Needing to grieve, but not knowing really how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;An ONGOING process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I really don't want you to think that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this out of bitterness or anything like that. I write this with hope that this will help bring awareness to the ever growing infertility couples and the emotional torment and stress it brings. I know that there is a reason why we are facing this trial and I know that we WILL be blessed one way or another with OUR children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-2091926241550019117?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2091926241550019117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2091926241550019117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2091926241550019117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2091926241550019117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-die-for-that.html' title='I Would Die For That'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7193000655824806610</id><published>2010-05-22T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:04:01.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along with IVF</title><content type='html'>We had another appointment this morning and I still have over 20 follies.  She said that there are at least a hand full that are maturing fast and they want to keep an eye on them so they can retrieve them at the right time so we are going back tomorrow morning.  She said that if it keeps going this fast we should be doing retrieval the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of next week.  On the general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calendar&lt;/span&gt; they gave us at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of this all, typically they would be doing it the end of the week, so it looks like we are a little ahead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;. Totally not going to complain about that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say also that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all of the thoughts and prayers.  We have been so touched by all of the love and hope that we get from all of you.  We are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; and know that every prayer is helpful and you have helped us to  feel Heavenly Father with us through this exciting yet overwhelming time.  We pray that all of you can feel comfort and love in all that you do, and receive blessings and that you all will also know that we also care about you and your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-7193000655824806610?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7193000655824806610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7193000655824806610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7193000655824806610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7193000655824806610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-right-along-with-ivf.html' title='Moving right along with IVF'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7642225310564723003</id><published>2010-05-18T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:51:14.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S_NCtJsPy0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/o6v_e8EVkZE/s1600/51810+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472791315648334658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S_NCtJsPy0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/o6v_e8EVkZE/s400/51810+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I get to take.  I started my three shots a night last night and for the first time my tummy is sore.  I give two smaller shots on one side and the bigger shot on the other and I will alternate which side which shots will go in.   It really hasn't been to bad so far, knock on wood. Just thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; would like to see. =)&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/6340020807594899355-7642225310564723003?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7642225310564723003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7642225310564723003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7642225310564723003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7642225310564723003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-my-meds-i-get-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S_NCtJsPy0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/o6v_e8EVkZE/s72-c/51810+153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3995181909720570921</id><published>2010-05-12T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:04:17.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IVF Update</title><content type='html'>We had our appointment today down at the U of U.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; came in did an ultra sound and found 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;follicles&lt;/span&gt; on the right side and 10 on the left.  As he was counting you could hear the excitement in his voice increase.  After counting and looking at my uterus he said that everything looks ideal!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt;!! That was it, he was done.  Next we went in and talked to the nurse. She said she was getting the order placed today with the pharmacy for my next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to come.  Which I will start on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.  I will be giving my self 3 shots a day. Then we go in on May 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and they will do another ultra sound.  If I am over stimulated they will cancel the whole thing and we start again.  If everything looks good they will have us come back in 2 days later and so on until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;retrieval&lt;/span&gt; which would be around the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;-28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Birthday to me if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;I love going through this with Sang. Even though I have been emotional and get frustrated easily he is trying hard to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt; and add humor to what we are going through so that it is a good experience. &lt;br /&gt;Example: When we were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt; the nurse said to get undressed from the waste down and Sang being the funny man he is asked her "which one of us?" HA!  Also when we were talking to the nurse after the ultra sound, she left to go make copies of some of our labs and when she left she shut the door and Sang locked it.  Well she came back with another nurse and the financial guy and we could hear her saying "oh man I always lock my self out some how." We were dying. Sang let them in and she was playing with the door saying "I keep doing that, I don't know what I do." I couldn't help it, I told on Sang.  They thought it was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;I love not knowing what Sang is going to say or do next.  He cracks me up.  Some times embarasses me but still cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3995181909720570921?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3995181909720570921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3995181909720570921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3995181909720570921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3995181909720570921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ivf-update.html' title='IVF Update'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3404968582951324527</id><published>2010-05-04T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:14:59.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL IN THE TIMING</title><content type='html'>It is ironic how just after we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;licensed&lt;/span&gt; to become foster to adopt parents Sang would have this conversation with a gentleman we have met some what recently and have grown to love very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; (before the conversation). Conversation goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "so why haven't you guys tried In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vitro&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Sang: "we just can't afford it."&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "Make an appointment, I will take care of the rest."&lt;br /&gt;Sang: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, you know it is expensive right?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "yes my kids did it"&lt;br /&gt;Sang: "you must love me."&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "nope I love Heidi, you guys need to become parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sang told me about this conversation and I stopped crying, we discussed how we felt about the offer.  After feeling all kinds of emotions like, guilt, pressure, happiness, and complete shock.  We had decided that we would try the cheaper artificial insemination (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IUI&lt;/span&gt;) an few times first before taking the offer. &lt;br /&gt;So I made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; who can do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IUI&lt;/span&gt;.  I was just at the end of a 3 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lupron&lt;/span&gt; treatment for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt; so we thought it is all at great timing.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; put me on a new version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; and a week later I went in to see if it did what it was supposed to (stimulate my ovaries so I produce more eggs than normal) and nothing.  There was not one single follicle. so he switched me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; (I have never had any problem with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; doing what it is supposed to) so a week later I head over there and once again, nothing.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; raised the strength and told me to come back.  On the way home I told Sang that since I am older and after all the treatments I have gone through in the past I was scared that since girls are born with just so many eggs, that I was running out.  So we stopped everything with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; and made an appointment to U of U. &lt;br /&gt;As we were going through this we got  a call from our case worker.  She tells me that they have a little 2 year old boy who the parents haven't done everything they have been asked and it looks like he will be up for adoption in Aug if the parents don't change the direction it is going.  The foster parents that had him needed someone to watch him for the weekend so they asked us to so we could see if he would be a good fit for our family.  The boy was so good and he did everything I asked.  I would tell him it was time for bed or nap and he would start putting toys away and go point to the crib and say "bed".  When I told him it was time for bath he took off for the bathroom as he was ripping his shirt off.  He was so good and so cute.  I prayed and prayed that I would know for myself if he is meant to be in our family or if we should proceed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;As the weekend came to a close I got my answer.  After dropping him off to his foster parents Sang and I sat down and found that we both got the same answer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first appointment on April 21st.  It was great. We discussed the process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; and all of the variation factors that come with, if your this happens then we will do this, if that happens then we will need to do that, and on and on.  I thought the big decision would just be doing the procedure.  I was very uneducated.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; did an ultrasound and found 18 follicles. WHAT!!! I hadn't been on any med for over 2 weeks and that is what he found.  CRAZY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they tell us that if we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with proceeding all we need to do is wait for my cycle to begin and then they will put me on birth control to get control of what my body is doing.  They gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rx&lt;/span&gt; and sent us on our way.  We stopped at the temple on our way home and when we got out they had called and left a message that after discussion they felt there was no reason to wait for my cycle.  I could start the birth control that day.  The plan was for my to be on b/c for at least 12 days then I would start my low dose daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lupron&lt;/span&gt; injections.  They always start the injections on a Sunday and it turns out my day 12 was a Sunday.  We got it all arranged for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lupron&lt;/span&gt; to be delivered to my house so I could start them.  This last Sunday, May 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, was my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lupron&lt;/span&gt; injection.  I have an appointment to go in for an ultrasound on the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, the man who felt the need to pay for this.  After knowing us for a short time he said that he was in the temple and felt prompted that he needed to help us financially to have children.   At that time he had no idea our fertility story and didn't even know if we were even trying to have children.  He got to know us more and our situation and when he felt the time was right...had the conversation with Sang. &lt;br /&gt;We feel so watched over and blessed. We have no idea what the out come will be.  We feel really good about it.  BUT IF it doesn't happen for us, we both know that we can move forward to adoption without wondering about the one procedure to have our own that we couldn't afford.  I know that we have been watched over and that Heavenly Father has a plan for our future and our future children. &lt;br /&gt;I will keep updating as we go through the different steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3404968582951324527?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3404968582951324527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3404968582951324527' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3404968582951324527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3404968582951324527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-in-timing.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL IN THE TIMING'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4404811011261166178</id><published>2010-02-15T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:46:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3zr26hdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ajLZArzM7mE/s1600-h/Valentines2010+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438650492345026002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3zr26hdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ajLZArzM7mE/s320/Valentines2010+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sang spoils me so much.  I got 2 dozen roses on friday and another 2 dozen on saturday.   Saturday night our stake had a dinner/dance for married couples and so we dressed up and had a blast.  Last year we went in jeans and were way under dressed so this year we went the other extreme. He looks so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3yUbuE8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1WkwnTLDwgY/s1600-h/Valentines2010+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438650468877079490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3yUbuE8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1WkwnTLDwgY/s320/Valentines2010+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did drawings and gave a bunch of stuff away.  This is what we won.  It was hand painted by a guy in the stake.  I can't wait to put it up next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3yKKoFlI/AAAAAAAAATs/Xa-T-dMRrOU/s1600-h/Valentines2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438650466121029202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3yKKoFlI/AAAAAAAAATs/Xa-T-dMRrOU/s320/Valentines2010+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of us at the dance.  Sang is so amazing.  Love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4404811011261166178?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4404811011261166178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4404811011261166178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4404811011261166178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4404811011261166178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-2010.html' title='V-Day 2010'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/S3n3zr26hdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ajLZArzM7mE/s72-c/Valentines2010+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5685184908323842410</id><published>2010-01-14T11:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:58:24.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Update</title><content type='html'>We are still waiting. The home study lady told us that she was done on Nov. 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and she had sent it off to the people in Salt Lake to approve then when they are done they send it to our case worker.  Well almost 2 months later our case worker still hasn't received it.  I know with the holidays it would have pushed everything back but still.  It kills me to just be sitting here and not know what is going on and have our future in others hands.  I keep telling myself that our child just isn't ready for us yet. Maybe even not born yet.  We will see. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5685184908323842410?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5685184908323842410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5685184908323842410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5685184908323842410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5685184908323842410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2010/01/foster-update.html' title='Foster Update'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5936543609771808470</id><published>2009-11-01T14:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:42:24.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>We have been pretty busy and I just haven't made time to update our blog.  I will try to update here and there. We have been camping a few time which i have pics of but am to lazy to put on right now.  At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of Oct we went to Visit Ryan and Carol Ann  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saydee&lt;/span&gt; in Florida and had a  blast.  Can't express how much we loved being with them and miss them now.  Sang told me just yesterday that he missed little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saydee&lt;/span&gt;. So cute.  She was his little shadow and in the morning when I would go out to the living room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saydee&lt;/span&gt; would get a big smile and say "where's Sang?"  it was so cute. &lt;br /&gt;We are almost done with becoming licensed foster parents.  All we have left is our home study which is Wed 11/04. We really hope that we get passed the first time and don't have to worry about it anymore.  After that we just sit and wait for a phone call.  I am trying not to get my hopes up but I really am hoping we have a child in our home for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to go take a nap.  More updates to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5936543609771808470?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5936543609771808470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5936543609771808470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5936543609771808470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5936543609771808470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1680722177379575585</id><published>2009-07-23T09:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:21:21.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER ACTIVITIES</title><content type='html'>4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and Weber State fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH3RCB4ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjlWTsd0-H4/s1600-h/summer+2009+830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH3RCB4ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjlWTsd0-H4/s320/summer+2009+830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684739919045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sang has been wanting to do a human pyramid for a while now.  I am so glad that my family was willing and able to make this dream come true for my wonderful hubby.  Here's to you kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH23V8Y6I/AAAAAAAAATE/4b7yFvO9tPE/s1600-h/summer+2009+811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH23V8Y6I/AAAAAAAAATE/4b7yFvO9tPE/s320/summer+2009+811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684733023249314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is baby Charlotte. Tyler and Traci's youngest of 4.  How can you not love that face?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH4iMy2uI/AAAAAAAAATk/7j1l63rnwPc/s1600-h/summer+2009+899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH4iMy2uI/AAAAAAAAATk/7j1l63rnwPc/s320/summer+2009+899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684761707469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of my cousins from Arizona.  You may have seen them in previous posts.  They came up and hung out for a few days.  We went to Crystal Springs on Friday evening and it was pretty busy up there.  These pics were from the Weber State fireworks.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH4OETenI/AAAAAAAAATc/o5x7Thv_oTs/s1600-h/summer+2009+900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH4OETenI/AAAAAAAAATc/o5x7Thv_oTs/s320/summer+2009+900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684756303149682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to Crystal Springs we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; and ate dinner.  I was sitting next to this little man, Jacob, and we had a great time playing with each other.  After the food came I started to eat and he wanted to keep playing.  His mom, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, told him that he needed to wait until I was all done.  I think "all done" was all he heard and he just thought it was my name because he started calling me "all done".  2 days later when he saw me at the fireworks he runs up and taps my arm and says, you guessed it, "all done" and turns and runs away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; so cute!!&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/6340020807594899355-1680722177379575585?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1680722177379575585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1680722177379575585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1680722177379575585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1680722177379575585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-activities.html' title='SUMMER ACTIVITIES'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SmiH3RCB4ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjlWTsd0-H4/s72-c/summer+2009+830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-983971466755656537</id><published>2009-07-02T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:40:22.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T STOP!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that I am getting to the uncool to old age, but I seriously can't stop watching these guys dance.  I love them!!!  I'm a nerd I know, but I wish I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; and could dance.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFr7Kh5&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4QjXeP0iVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; but different.   LOVE THEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make it so you can just click on the link sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-983971466755656537?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/983971466755656537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=983971466755656537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/983971466755656537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/983971466755656537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-stop.html' title='CAN&apos;T STOP!!!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6182349840246154653</id><published>2009-06-24T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:22:30.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days</title><content type='html'>After my Gpa's funeral stuff we went with a few members of our ward to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house.  Our ward had rented a Weber State bus to take us down there.  It was a fun trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf465QatI/AAAAAAAAASc/tz8T1EEgbbo/s1600-h/summer+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf465QatI/AAAAAAAAASc/tz8T1EEgbbo/s320/summer+2009+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015107500468946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf5jqWqQI/AAAAAAAAASs/NGpVRvrCA68/s1600-h/summer+2009+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf5jqWqQI/AAAAAAAAASs/NGpVRvrCA68/s320/summer+2009+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015118443817218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf5MO3EyI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rm-lJLq-O6g/s1600-h/summer+2009+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf5MO3EyI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rm-lJLq-O6g/s320/summer+2009+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015112154485538" border="0" /&gt;I don't know if you can see it so well in this picture unless you click on it and blow it up, but the Angel Moroni and gotten struck by lightening not long before and it had turned the trump and his arm and some of his face black.  It was pretty crazy to see.  It was a beautiful temple and of course there is an amazing spirit there.  We have a great ward also and had a great time with them.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf6990kbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/81qrNyjKB_k/s1600-h/summer+2009+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf6990kbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/81qrNyjKB_k/s320/summer+2009+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015142684660146" border="0" /&gt;The next day was fathers day so we went to our parents.  This is me with Charlotte and Saydee on the wiggle cars at my parents.  They are so fun to ride with the kids.  The kids love them too so it is just fun all around. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf6T6D2KI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iZ0lkxFJGGg/s1600-h/summer+2009+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf6T6D2KI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iZ0lkxFJGGg/s320/summer+2009+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015131394594978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my thumb, here is the story....&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-family:tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;  A FEW SUNDAY'S AGO WE WERE AT SANGS PARENTS AND WE WERE PLAYING DODGE BALL WITH THE KIDS AND AFTER A FEW VICTORIES ON MY TEAMS PART WE GOT THE BALLS LINED UP IN THE MIDDLE AND WERE ON OUR SIDES AND LITTLE SAYDEE YELLED "GO!!!"  SANGS BROTHER, BRYAN, AND I HAPPENED TO BE RUNNING FOR THE SAME BALL AND WE WERE BOTH SO CLOSE, SO I DOVE HANDS OUT IN FRONT OF ME REACHING TOWARD THE BALL AND BRYAN AT THE SAME TIME DID A BASEBALL FEET FIRST DIVE FOR THE SAME BALL.  HIS LITTLE ASIAN SHOED FOOT HIT MY HAND AND I HEARD A "POP".  I KNEW IT STUNG BUT I FELT OK. SO I STARTED SAYING "I'M OK" THEN I LOOK AT MY THUMB AND IT WAS STUCK BENT THE WRONG WAY IN THE END JOINT.  THEN I WAS LIKE "CRAP, I DON'T THINK THAT'S RIGHT"  SO  SHANNEN LOOKED AT IT AND SAID IT WAS JUST POPPED OUT OF JOINT AND SOMEONE NEEDS TO BEND IT BACK.  I HEAR THE GUYS START ARGUING OVER WHO WAS GOING TO GET STUCK DOING IT. LOL  FINALLY I SAID "WELL SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING OR HURRY AND TAKE ME SOMEWHERE TO GET IT FIXED!" SO SANG GRABBED ME FROM BEHIND AND SUNNI CAME AND HUGGED ME FROM THE FRONT AND BRYAN GRABBED MY FINGER AND BENT IT BACK FOR ME.  WE WENT IN AND ICED IT.  I WENT TO THE DOCS THE NEXT DAY AND THEY DID AN EX-RAY AND IT IS FRACTURED. DOC SAID IT WASN'T DISLOCATED IT WAS A FRACTURE DISPLACEMENT. HE SENT ME TO A SPECIALIST TO SEE IF I NEED SURGERY BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE THE FRACTURE GOES DOWN TO MY JOINT AND THAT CAN CAUSE A LOT OF PROBLEMS. IT DID END UP GOING TO THE JOINT BUT HE SAID IT SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM.  NO SURGERY NECESSARY. =)  IT IS MY FIRST BROKEN BONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we would have gotten a picture of it while it was bent back and of the bruise before I got it casted.  This picture was 3 weeks from when it had happened and you can't tell so much in the picture but my finger looks like it is dead.  It was so black and blue, it even went into my palm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6182349840246154653?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6182349840246154653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6182349840246154653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6182349840246154653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6182349840246154653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-few-days.html' title='The last few days'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKf465QatI/AAAAAAAAASc/tz8T1EEgbbo/s72-c/summer+2009+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7500167281069836050</id><published>2009-06-24T14:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:14:14.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR2azM_-I/AAAAAAAAASU/FvD72lgJsuM/s1600-h/summer+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR2azM_-I/AAAAAAAAASU/FvD72lgJsuM/s320/summer+2009+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999671362617314" border="0" /&gt;I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hesitating&lt;/span&gt; to write anything because the last few entries have been downers, as pointed our by my work peep Jordan, so I have some bad news again.  Oh, and we got a new camera so we actually have some pics too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, above you will see 4 of my 5 adorable nieces and nephews. This is at my Grandpa Knight's funeral luncheon.  Yes my Grandma that had just pasted away was his wife. I figured since I wrote a lot about Gma and all the things she has done with Gpa that has been good examples to me I will share a little thing my Gpa talked with me about just a few months ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR2EFA1xI/AAAAAAAAASM/jgL2S4nDuiA/s1600-h/summer+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR2EFA1xI/AAAAAAAAASM/jgL2S4nDuiA/s320/summer+2009+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999665263302418" border="0" /&gt;Gpa Knight and I were talking about his health and he was having a little trouble with a pinched nerve that made it hard for him to walk.  The dr's were talking to him about having surgery to help with his pain.  This would have been his first surgery ever.  So he was telling me that he thinks he would just rather die and be with Gma than have the surgery.  He got very serious and got tears in his eyes he looked at me and said.  "Now that I'm faced in this situation, I don't know if I have done enough?  Will she take my hand when I offer it to her?&lt;/a&gt;  Have I treated her good enough? As she deserved."  Talk about breaking my heart and a slap in the face.  I know that Gma loved Gpa with all her heart and that he has nothing to worry about.  But what a wake up call to me to make sure that I am treating Sang the way I should so that he will choose to not only stay married to me here on earth but also to choose to stay married to me for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR10ahpOI/AAAAAAAAASE/cdPZi4QDlHU/s1600-h/summer+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR10ahpOI/AAAAAAAAASE/cdPZi4QDlHU/s320/summer+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999661058565346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are me with some of my cuz's, Beth and Gwen and Gwen's soon to be hubby, Mark. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-7500167281069836050?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7500167281069836050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7500167281069836050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7500167281069836050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7500167281069836050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandpa-knight.html' title='Grandpa Knight'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SkKR2azM_-I/AAAAAAAAASU/FvD72lgJsuM/s72-c/summer+2009+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2488854414399052692</id><published>2009-04-19T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:28:00.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>Here is a email I got from my amazing Aunt that lives in AZ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family is saddened by the death of our little grandson Ryan Aaron &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bankhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He passed away on Friday morning. Our son Aaron and his wife Jen are devastated but with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; love, support and prayers have felt the love and comfort of our Savior with them. Ryan  was 7 months old and their only son. Ryan has three older sisters who adored their little brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so grateful and blessed for the knowledge of the gospel and God's plan for us. We feel his comforting spirit with us now. We appreciate all the prayer's from family and friends. It's the best gift they have shared with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you and your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Gayle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Ryan got his blanket wrapped around his neck during his nap.  My heart breaks for my cousin and his wife Jen.  They are amazing people and I know they will grow from this challenge.  How lucky we truly are to know that families are for eternity.  &lt;/div&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/6340020807594899355-2488854414399052692?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2488854414399052692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2488854414399052692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2488854414399052692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2488854414399052692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4137548180600430328</id><published>2009-04-16T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:44:59.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You want what?!?!</title><content type='html'>There really hasn't been a whole lot going on for us so this might be a little lame.  We have been doing a few things here and there for our adoption stuff.  We just got our adoption physicals done on Friday, they have a million questions for us to answer so we have been working on those when we can, and i have been delaying the hard stuff we need to do which will probably end up taking the longest.  We have to get a 5 year background check done which wouldn't be to bad but Sang was in the middle of working on getting his cleaned since he was a sticky fingered little teen. (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' rebel)  and the fact that I was still married to my X 4-5 years ago and we were in Japan, so I have to figure out how to get proof from Japan that I was a good girl and have nothing on my record. I have tried going through the Air Force since I lived on base and they told me that they only keep a record for 2 years so they have nothing for me.  So I guess I have to try to get it through Japan. Yipes!  Also we have to get certified original copies of our birth certificates, piece of cake for me, but Sang, he was born in a refugee camp in Malaysia!!! Double Yipes!!! Where on earth do we start with this one???!!!! I will happily answer a million more personal questions if I don't have to deal with these 2 others!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we are taking our time to hurry through the process. We want to hurry but we don't want it to be a big stress.  Plus we still have a few financial goals we are working on as we do this, so easy does it.&lt;br /&gt;Other wise everything else has been uneventful.  Which I'm not complaining about. Well that is us in a nutshell for the last few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4137548180600430328?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4137548180600430328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4137548180600430328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4137548180600430328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4137548180600430328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-want-what.html' title='You want what?!?!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-707996789196917496</id><published>2009-03-05T14:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:33:56.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new with our crew</title><content type='html'>There has been a lot going on around here but sadly I haven't taken pictures of any of it.  Sang "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;borrowed&lt;/span&gt;" my batteries from my camera and I have been to lazy to either get them back or go get new one's.  First things first.  I really don't want this to sound like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party for myself but I do believe that if you share your experiences you never know who might be touched and who's lives you may bless in some way.  Last fall I started a three month treatment to of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lupron&lt;/span&gt; shots to help with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt;, this med puts your body in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; fazes of menopause and cleans out then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;endoblah&lt;/span&gt; blah blah, so yes, I had mood swings (just ask Sang) and hot flashes out the wazzoo.  I finished my treatments the we had to just wait for the right time with my body to try artificial insemenation.  In the begining of Dec that time came and after a long week and a few other complications we finally did it.  Then we had the waiting game to see if it worked.  After almost 2 weeks a co-worker of mine talked me into taking a test.  So I peed and it was positive,  I didn't believe it so I peed again, positive again.  Still not beleiving  I made her draw the blood.  The result came back later that night with a positive.  We were going to be sending our last day with Sangs sister's family before they went back home to Cali from their Christmas visit so with Sang being such a HUGE family man I figured what better way to tell Sang than in front of his family.  I went to the store and got a little baby outfit and wrapped it and when we got there, without anyone seeing had Sang's youngest niece (she was 3) give him the present.  When he opened it he was so dang cute, he kept saying, "Are you serious?" with a HUGE smile on his face.  It was just as I had hoped it would be.  After that Sang was so cute. Everything was about the baby and he couldn't keep his hands off my tummy.  A few days later I got a call from the dr who did the insemenation saying she saw my results but wanted me to do it again to make sure my levels were going up, because they forgot to tell me that one of the meds they had given me right before doing the procedure could cause a positive.  I knew right away that it couldn't be good.  That it was to good to be true.  I did the test and alas it was just the med, I wasn't pregnant.  It broke my heart to have to tell Sang.   But with him being one of the most positive people I know he comforted me and helped me get through it.  A few days later we were talking about it and he told me to figure out what adpotion agency I wanted to go through.  I know without a doubt that as bad as it sucked going through it, this is exactly what we needed to get on the same page.  Sang finally understood better what I have been through the last 10 years.  He now understood how hard it is to get your hopes up and see it not work in the way that you so badly wanted.  I know Heavenly Father was watching over us.  I felt Him with us the WHOLE time.  I guess at first I thought since I felt Him there so strongly that this would be the time, but obviously He was there the whole time to be a comfort.  SO....  I did some homework and we feel good about going through LDS Services.  We had to wait till our 2nd anniversary to start the paperwork (our ann was on Monday, March 2nd).  Yesterday we had our orintation interview and they gave us the first few steps of paperwork.  Sang is so amazing and has been such a rock for me to lean on.  I have been so blessed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have more time to write more that we have done the last few months but my time has run out for now. So, until next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-707996789196917496?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/707996789196917496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=707996789196917496' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/707996789196917496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/707996789196917496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-new-with-our-crew.html' title='What&apos;s new with our crew'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5414128166501745294</id><published>2008-12-20T16:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:25:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Loss, Heavens Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SU2AFWv03nI/AAAAAAAAARg/7THiY9lg-fg/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SU2AFWv03nI/AAAAAAAAARg/7THiY9lg-fg/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282018767469338226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I got a call from my cousin Trisha informing me that my wonderful and Super Women Grandma had a heart attack and didn't make it.  They couldn't get in touch with my Dad to let him know and I was the only one in my family that anyone had a phone number for.  My parents were attending their Ward Temple night and I knew that knowing my parents they didn't have their cells with them and wouldn't know until they got home.  So me and my amazingly supportive husband went to the Temple and waited in the foyer until they came out.  As soon as they found out we all went up to the hospital where quiet a few other family members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SU2AEuJBddI/AAAAAAAAARY/j6rOON6akic/s1600-h/dating+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SU2AEuJBddI/AAAAAAAAARY/j6rOON6akic/s320/dating+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282018756569167314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you just a small fraction of how amazing this women was.  She gave birth to 9 children and look at how tiny she is!!!  She has 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, around 10 or so step-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, and somewhere around 15-20 great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. (I lost track a long time ago) She was very family oriented and would do and did do anything she could to be there for all family members. Her and my Grandpa had served in not just 1 mission but 7, yep you heard me, 7 missions, all over the world. She was an amazing seamstress and made many of her own clothing including the ones she is wearing in both pictures.  Every year for Christmas she would make something for her grandchildren, more recent years it has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; bottoms for the younger grandchildren and great grandchildren.  For us older grandchildren she would give us little things from purses to necklaces that she had collected over their many missions.  One year when I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; younger I remember her making outfits for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of the granddaughters barbies.  She made quilts for every grandchild to have when they got married, some are still not married, but from what I have heard theirs are stored away waiting for them.  Plus she has donated tons of blankets to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nursery&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital.  She was an amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crocheter&lt;/span&gt; and knitter also.  And boy could she cook.  The neighborhood kids would stop by her house every day to get a cookie for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; short walk home from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;    She really was very healthy. My mom told me that in the 35 years she has been a member of that family she has never heard of Grandma having anything more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; head aches, no surgeries, no daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, no low this or high that. She went walking every day for about an hours with her second youngest daughter that lived next door. This truly is a shock. &lt;br /&gt;    Just a few weeks ago she told me that she made one of her many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; style shirts and it ended up just a little to tight for her and she wanted me to stop by and get it.  I never did, thinking that I had all the time in the world to go get it.  Who knows if I will end up with it now. &lt;br /&gt;    I know that Heavenly Father needs her now to help in Heaven, but she will be missed here on Earth.  I have had a amazing example with both of my Grandmothers and have big shoes to fill.  I love you Grandma's and can't wait to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5414128166501745294?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5414128166501745294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5414128166501745294' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5414128166501745294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5414128166501745294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/12/worlds-loss-heavens-gain.html' title='Worlds Loss, Heavens Gain'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SU2AFWv03nI/AAAAAAAAARg/7THiY9lg-fg/s72-c/IMG_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7045261170827834694</id><published>2008-11-26T21:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:12:52.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4o0ChIjNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M400OWgRcF0/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273197088191581394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4o0ChIjNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M400OWgRcF0/s320/10-28-08+PICS+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a while since we have taken a goof off pic so this is long over due. I love just letting loose and getting nuts with Sang. Sang is such a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozsydW5I/AAAAAAAAARI/ivu4xAtzfZo/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273197082358668178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozsydW5I/AAAAAAAAARI/ivu4xAtzfZo/s320/10-28-08+PICS+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from his family Birthday get-together for Sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozTCuMGI/AAAAAAAAARA/M50fXyuDnLE/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273197075447558242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozTCuMGI/AAAAAAAAARA/M50fXyuDnLE/s320/10-28-08+PICS+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the Wii and the American Idol game I got for him for his birthday and his family had a blast. Saydee was so dang cute, she didn't like not having the spot light. She didn't know that word but hummed and made up her own and did better than Hoa did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozKN-swI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iNd1Zju7Smw/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273197073078858498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4ozKN-swI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iNd1Zju7Smw/s320/10-28-08+PICS+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailee getting her sing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-7045261170827834694?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7045261170827834694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7045261170827834694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7045261170827834694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7045261170827834694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-been-while-since-we-have-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SS4o0ChIjNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M400OWgRcF0/s72-c/10-28-08+PICS+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8472597076523306436</id><published>2008-10-29T15:07:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:22:55.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW PICTURES (FINALLY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjeqPXA7LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hEOkY-C326w/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700981841358002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjeqPXA7LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hEOkY-C326w/s320/10-28-08+PICS+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjep_irn0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uL45wFOXsZE/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700977595326274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjep_irn0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uL45wFOXsZE/s320/10-28-08+PICS+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of you may know that Sang and I work as business partners with my brother Ryan and his wife Carol Ann. We are getting things together to send out some post cards. Hence me asking for every one's address (which I still need from some of you, you know who you are) so please email me your addresses. Any who, we had my awesome mom and dad come and get a few pics of us. Who knew my dad was such a pro?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjepCOkLtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MvkSEuHgBVY/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700961136389842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjepCOkLtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MvkSEuHgBVY/s320/10-28-08+PICS+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjeorRyV3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KzTfaQB9eKU/s1600-h/10-28-08+PICS+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700954975885170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjeorRyV3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KzTfaQB9eKU/s320/10-28-08+PICS+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; What else is new? Ummmm....I have been playing V-Ball with a few girls (Melissa, Angelee, Harmony, Diana, and Jeanette) and we won the championship for the Ogden City League (again) They usually do a gift card to a pizza place and we get together with our husbands and their kids and have a pizza party, which is always fun. This year they gave us a nice indoor ball. How we are all supposed to split a ball between 6 of us I will never know, but the lovely ladies let me have it. The only indoor ball I have is the one I stole....I mean...umm it somehow has been with me since I got married to my X 9 years ago. It is actually the same ball they had when they started teaching me to play back when I was 12. You know how everyone writes their names on their balls. Well this old one has gone from being a Knight to a Richards back to a Knight and to a Ngo, needless to say it is very old and used with lots of writing and scribbles, as you can see. SO, thanks a million for the new ball ladies and for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6340020807594899355-8472597076523306436?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8472597076523306436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8472597076523306436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8472597076523306436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8472597076523306436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-pictures-finally.html' title='A NEW PICTURES (FINALLY)'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SQjeqPXA7LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hEOkY-C326w/s72-c/10-28-08+PICS+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4546223182989519680</id><published>2008-10-25T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:53:42.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANG!!</title><content type='html'>Sang's Birthday was on the 23rd.  He is the big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;.  He filled his day with work and business so didn't get to celebrate until Friday.  He is very hard to shop for and doesn't like money spent on him, so it made it hard to spoil him.  I took him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timbermine&lt;/span&gt; JUST because we had a gift certificate that we have had for almost 2 years and it was about to expire.  I did get him the American Idol &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; game because he loves to sing and I love to hear him sing.  It was my way of getting him to sing more.  HE HE sucker.  He has a very good voice and I love when he sings along to the radio all the love songs.  It still gives me the butterflies when he sings to me.  How could I not want that?!!  So last night we put the game in and sang a few songs together, Sang got tired and fell asleep about 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; some how while I kept singing.  I kept telling myself "okay just one more song" until a little past midnight.  I don't sing so great so I am shocked that Sang was able to sleep through it. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't get pics of it all.  I have become photo lazy.  Hopefully soon I will get my motivation back to take pics again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4546223182989519680?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4546223182989519680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4546223182989519680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4546223182989519680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4546223182989519680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-sang.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANG!!'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-730149558257543290</id><published>2008-10-01T12:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:30:36.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew</title><content type='html'>MY STORY&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is: Heidi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ngo&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bubba&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hozer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I: given birth&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts is: better left not said&lt;br /&gt;My high school was: Fremont&lt;br /&gt;When Iʼm nervous: don't talk, shake and if i do talk i miss up my words&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to: whatever was on the radio&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now it would be to: um sang&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: going to get a color change (again)&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4: i was little&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas: was interesting&lt;br /&gt;I should be: at home doing laundry and cleaning the house and getting work done&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character on ' Friend' s'?: is this asking which character i am most like? if yes, then i think i am most like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a push over&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: we will be flipping a house, have a MBA (massive bank account) and hopefully a baby&lt;br /&gt;My current gripe is: i hate that i am so shy, it really isn't that hard to just open your mouth and start a friendly conversation, but for me it is like never playing v-ball again, I just can't do it!&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Thereʼs this girl: named Maren, who is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, she is an amazing example to me and has always been a true friend for me, even through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt; years&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award , the first person I would tell would be: Sang&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy: a house to live in while we fix it up, and a baby if I don't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to visit : Arizona next week, we are also planning a cruise at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the year (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;If you spent the night at my house : we would eat sangs specialty chicken and rice for din din then my specialty popcorn and ice cream and play this fun little game of v-ball me and sang play in our bedroom, we lay a pant leg across the center of the open area and that is the "net" and the walls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; are out, and you can't set it, your hands have to be together and you can use your chest (which really isn't fair to me now that I think about it, it hurts to bad)&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: bad stuff and people doing bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing Iʼ&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; bought myself: hair coloring&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me: Sang bought us some Turkey stakes (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;loooove&lt;/span&gt; them)&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is: don't have one, that is how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bubba&lt;/span&gt; came about (thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jeremi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: LOVE it when Sang wraps his arms around me and we cuddle for a while longer&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was: played v-ball, hung out with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;There ʼs this guy I know who: eats chicken and rice almost every single day some times twice a day&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal Iʼd be a/n: i have no idea, to many to choose from&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be: i can't think of any name that "fits me" but my dad convinced my mom to name me Heidi instead of Brooke just after she game birth to me (and she was still drugged and not fully aware of what he was saying, way to use the situation to your advantage Dad) HA!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Tomorrow I am: no plans for tomorrow besides working for Sharon since her grand baby was just born&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am: going to Logan with the hubby for a meeting&lt;br /&gt;My birth day is: May 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-730149558257543290?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/730149558257543290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=730149558257543290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/730149558257543290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/730149558257543290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-knew.html' title='Who knew'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-7643661666479098766</id><published>2008-09-08T20:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:26:12.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4-WHEELIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqiIA1i7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WItjx6iykvo/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855213130255282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqiIA1i7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WItjx6iykvo/s400/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sangs brother and sis-in-law (Brian and Shannen)  just recently bought a second 4-wheeler and let us be the first to go with them. Of course it was interesting to see Brian use is creativity to get the current trailer they have jimmy rigged to put both 4-wheelers on it. I of course had to take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqimUsg1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ab2AxjbIINA/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855221266613074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqimUsg1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ab2AxjbIINA/s400/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Brian and Shannen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqi4fTZMI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZQqihqJiJXw/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855226142942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqi4fTZMI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZQqihqJiJXw/s400/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sang isn't really the outdoorsy type so it was fun to see how careful he was at first then see him get foot loose and fancy free after riding a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqjLc-l_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UgEz6AotDIQ/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855231233464306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqjLc-l_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UgEz6AotDIQ/s400/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just have to add that over the last month or so I have had a large amount of people tell me how great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXjimysD0I/AAAAAAAAALM/c_-oMYhXS-w/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXji7jQZbI/AAAAAAAAALU/OuWb152vFmY/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sang is. I always get a few people here and there, but wow have heard it a lot lately. I couldn't agree with everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXjjKHJJ2I/AAAAAAAAALc/c7fRJG9JrhY/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more. He is an amazing husband and a great friend. He is so genuine and friendly. He has been and awesome example to me of not taking things for granted, and ALWAYS learning and improving who you are. I believe I am officially the luckiest girl alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqjvY4noI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2ej864bXIpo/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855240879971970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqjvY4noI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2ej864bXIpo/s400/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXon0SadJI/AAAAAAAAALs/TabKGFa549A/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I hope that we get to go back when the leaves have changed more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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/6340020807594899355-7643661666479098766?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/7643661666479098766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=7643661666479098766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7643661666479098766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/7643661666479098766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-wheelin.html' title='4-WHEELIN'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SMXqiIA1i7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WItjx6iykvo/s72-c/HEIDI%27S+TRUCK+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1705318425284969237</id><published>2008-08-30T11:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:02:14.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents kitchen update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmHJwXKjXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bCKlOj_jGG4/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240368243092917618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmHJwXKjXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bCKlOj_jGG4/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmGTIZkzaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7VqY4APx5S8/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmGTWuVJZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Z0Cia7R1LuE/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240367308497823122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmGTWuVJZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Z0Cia7R1LuE/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE CLICK ON PICTURES TO ENLARGE AND SEE DETAIL. Here is the new kitchen my parents put in their house. They have had this part done for about a month now. They are still waiting for the dining room table and chairs and for the carpet to put in the living room. My mom is such a saver and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; that I never imagined she would spend as much as they did on such a big project. It is really weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; such a elegant pricey kitchen in my mom's house. They are going to remodel the family room in the basement next summer so it will be interesting to see how far she takes it. She claims they are going to die in this house so with all the kids out they are getting what they want finally. Silly mom. My dad is just an amazing man to be able to do so much of the work himself. Let alone being able to change so many different things with all the changes my mom made moment to moment. There were a few times my dad would be done with a project and get my mom to show her and she would decide she didn't like it and he would have to start over. Now I know why people say "It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prerogative to change her mind".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;All and all they worked hard together and they laughed a lot together and it is obvious to an outsider that they grew closer together from this large project. I love my parents and I am so thankful for the example they set of a happy, work through everything, eternal marriage. Love you Mom and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-1705318425284969237?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1705318425284969237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1705318425284969237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1705318425284969237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1705318425284969237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-here-is-new-kitchen-my-parents-put.html' title='Parents kitchen update'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLmHJwXKjXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bCKlOj_jGG4/s72-c/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4993601738067942640</id><published>2008-08-14T17:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:40:18.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer</title><content type='html'>We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dillan&lt;/span&gt; (who is second youngest of Sangs oldest brother's 5 kids) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tristine&lt;/span&gt; (who is the youngest of Sangs sisters two kids) with us on the Front Runner down to Salt Lake to eat at Cafe Trangs and let them play in the fountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87JFOwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lsYkgy3cCos/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516391147520562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87JFOwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lsYkgy3cCos/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9seUtJdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D1bz2rwG8FA/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234517238663161298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9seUtJdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D1bz2rwG8FA/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9sIrxtJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hAcyUdg8Ep0/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234517232854348946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9sIrxtJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hAcyUdg8Ep0/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87UI_AzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lm7FAdljodQ/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516394116055858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87UI_AzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lm7FAdljodQ/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few weekends ago we went camping with Sangs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oldest&lt;/span&gt; brothers family.  It was supposed to be his whole family but things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; didn't work out for the whole family to go.  We had a lot of fun.  As you can tell the kids loved the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Smores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87vQvvLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eJCfZ06U144/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516401396366514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87vQvvLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eJCfZ06U144/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS88CUU65I/AAAAAAAAAJM/guJYla4qGBs/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516406511659922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS88CUU65I/AAAAAAAAAJM/guJYla4qGBs/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9QRC3iSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5idUVkEvYOA/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516754062346530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9QRC3iSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5idUVkEvYOA/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9Qso-u9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/AFMHA2-NDR8/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516761469959122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS9Qso-u9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/AFMHA2-NDR8/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the nights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tristine&lt;/span&gt; stayed with us while she was visiting from Cali she helped me color my hair.  She had fun with the camera while I had fun styling.  Some of the styles we did got her laughing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt; laugh so hard that she couldn't take the pictures.  Don't worry this style for me was a one time deal.  Never to happen again, which Sang couldn't be happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know I have kept myself from putting to much detail in these last 2 posts so I wouldn't bore yall, but I do have to show off my neices and nephews as much as possible. Every one of them are amazing and very special in their own unique ways.  I know my life would not be the same without each and everyone of them in it.  I have so much fun with all of them, and love them all so much.  I can't wait for more to come!!! (hint hint to those that can have more in one way or another)&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/6340020807594899355-4993601738067942640?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4993601738067942640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4993601738067942640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4993601738067942640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4993601738067942640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-summer.html' title='More Summer'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS87JFOwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lsYkgy3cCos/s72-c/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3521692159863160590</id><published>2008-08-14T16:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:13:14.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3AxD4knI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tdmr-BSJRSc/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509890708869746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3AxD4knI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tdmr-BSJRSc/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BDZ5sJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/v_rKpPK1XIQ/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509895633055890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BDZ5sJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/v_rKpPK1XIQ/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here are some picure updates of what we have been doing this summer. First off, my parents have been remodeling their kitchen and front room. We have had a lot of fun helping them, especially the demolision part. As soon as they get everything done I will have to put up some pics. They have &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BWohvMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OlhFnByjxYI/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509900794674370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BWohvMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OlhFnByjxYI/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;done a really good job with putting it all together. Second my oldest brother, Tyler and his wife had their 4th baby. Her name is Charlotte. Her three older siblings are, Caleb, Lydia, and Garrett. They are in the pictures below. Tyler and his wife have desided that they are a complete family and had it finalized at Charlotte's birth. To be honest, when I heard this I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BjQjmKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i5eCwh2nxpQ/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509904183793826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3BjQjmKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i5eCwh2nxpQ/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3CPm2bnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J4aCudzSwq8/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509916088462962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3CPm2bnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J4aCudzSwq8/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pics are from the 4th of July. We hung out at my parents and played in the pool with the kids and &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS6i1a-AnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QG3Nn6GDZa4/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234513774529872498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS6i1a-AnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QG3Nn6GDZa4/s200/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;had a water balloon and water gun fight. Sang and his 'lil balloons didn't stand a chance. Ha ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS6i1a-AnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QG3Nn6GDZa4/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS6i1a-AnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QG3Nn6GDZa4/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3521692159863160590?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3521692159863160590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3521692159863160590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3521692159863160590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3521692159863160590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-so-here-are-some-picure-updates-of.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SKS3AxD4knI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tdmr-BSJRSc/s72-c/HEIDI%27S+NEW8-14+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-5522881603898082296</id><published>2008-08-13T15:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:14:07.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>I know I have been slacking off on blogging but let me explain. So about 3-4 months ago Sang decided he wanted to change our i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; provider so we could get "faster" service with a package that came with TV channels (because we just have rabbit ears on top of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, stylish I know) and all the works. Sadly we found out that the service he wanted isn't available in our area. Of course we didn't know this until AFTER Sang had canceled our existing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inter net&lt;/span&gt;. He called to get it hooked back up but they only have so many slots for the "faster" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and we can't go on with "slow" i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; so we have NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't like not having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; at the tips of my fingers in the comfort of my own home, but Sang really showed his true man colors on this one. Gotta love 'em. Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is something that isn't life or death so it is easier to laugh at his decision to cancel first before getting info rather than be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I do have some new pics of a few things we have been doing that I hope to post soon, IF I remember to bring my memory card to my parents the next time I come to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; are having a good summer (looks like it on all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yall's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bloggs&lt;/span&gt;) and keep staying safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-5522881603898082296?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/5522881603898082296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=5522881603898082296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5522881603898082296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/5522881603898082296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/08/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2374410153391921284</id><published>2008-06-11T22:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:25:05.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT MY "HAIR DID"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SFCkvZqnqVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0U2HNhfHZN4/s1600-h/hairrrrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SFCkvZqnqVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0U2HNhfHZN4/s320/hairrrrr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210845903118117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I made a little change to my appearance.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-2374410153391921284?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2374410153391921284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2374410153391921284' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2374410153391921284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2374410153391921284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-weeks-age-i-made-little-change-to.html' title='GOT MY &quot;HAIR DID&quot;'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SFCkvZqnqVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0U2HNhfHZN4/s72-c/hairrrrr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4293651079283906607</id><published>2008-05-28T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:39:15.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vn2d6n8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGdEbzL7iS4/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205509843480911810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vn2d6n8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGdEbzL7iS4/s320/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2voWd6n9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/f0xb6jip07w/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205509852070846418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2voWd6n9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/f0xb6jip07w/s320/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and Sang was good to me.  I had to work and the girl I worked with (Libby) made me a CD and got me a bag of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peanut Butter&lt;/span&gt; M&amp;amp;M's with some balloons.  It was cute, Thanks Libby you made work tolerable.  When I got home from work Sang made me go to the store for an hour because he "wasn't done".  So I wandered a bit and was starving so I went home.  He finally let me in and made me close my eyes until I was upstairs in our room and away from the kitchen.  On our bed was rose petals placed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strategically&lt;/span&gt; to say.....see picture below.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vo2d6n-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xtuwp3t1e60/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205509860660781026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vo2d6n-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xtuwp3t1e60/s320/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few minutes Sang came and got me and let me go down stairs with my eyes closed of course and he set me in the chair in the dinning room with my back to the kitchen so I couldn't see what he was cooking.  When I opened my eyes he had the table all set and candles lit and rose petals, he even had the entree fork and salad fork set out in the right places.  He took my plate and dishes up my food so that I couldn't see it until it was right in front of me.  He had cooked one of my favorite meals.   Maddox Turkey Stakes and Baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Potato&lt;/span&gt;. He said that he was just going to do take out from Maddox but they were closed.  I told him that this way was so much more meaning full and a better present.  After eating he gave me two of my three presents.  He bought me two different kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; so I can have variety.  The third present he said is our second pocket bike  that he is still looking for a good deal on.  We have already bought one but it needs a little TLC before it can be ridden.  For dirt cheap I wouldn't expect anything else.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;,  after all this excitement I confessed to him that since he made me wander for an hour in a store of course that means I bought something.  I went out in the car to get what I had bought so that I could hide it behind my back and surprise him with it.  It was the game Sequence.  My parents introduced this game to us and Sang loves it.  So to make a long story short, I had an amazing 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, and I am spoiled rotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vp2d6n_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/eM1kdwAhJTk/s1600-h/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love my hubby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4293651079283906607?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4293651079283906607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4293651079283906607' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4293651079283906607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4293651079283906607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SD2vn2d6n8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGdEbzL7iS4/s72-c/HEIDI%27S+NEW528+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-1644336299562805154</id><published>2008-05-22T14:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:12:11.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>ABC's "getting to know you" TAG ABC's of you.Each player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then go to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or single: ATTACHED&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: SANG&lt;br /&gt;C-Cake or Pie: BOTH WITH ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: PINK AND RED&lt;br /&gt;G-Gummi Bears or Worms: SWEDISH FISH&lt;br /&gt;H-Home town: FARR WEST UT&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgences: CUDDLING AND ICE CREAM AND POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July?: JULY&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: NOT YET BUT HOPEFULLY NEAR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: SANG AND FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: MARCH 2ND 07&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 2 OLDER BROTHERS&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: I LIKE BOTH&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: BEE'S, WASPS, AND HORNETS AND OF COURSE LOOSING SANG&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMEONE YOU JUST DON'T KNOW THEM WELL ENOUGH (FOUND THIS TRUE ON MANY OCCATIONS)&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: I'M ALIVE AND HEALTHY (FOR THE MOST PART)&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: FALL&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Three: APRIL, MANDE, DEANNA&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: I HAVE HAD 12 SURGERIES. (TONSILS,TUBES IN MY EARS,WISDOM TEATH, 4 OTHER TEETH PULLED BECAUSE MY MOUTH IS TO SMALL FOR ALL MY TEETH, 2 BUNION REMOVALS ON THE SAME FOOT BECAUSE THE DOC SCREWED UP THE FIRST TIME, 4 LAPROSCOPIC SURGERIES FOR ENDOMETRIOSIS, PLASTIC SURGERY, AND LAST LAP TO GET MY APENDIX TAKEN OUT)&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: I LIKES CHICKEN&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: NEEDY&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays or Ultrasounds: EITHER NOT A BIG DEAL EITHER WAY&lt;br /&gt;Y-Your favorite food: THE KIND THAT GOES IN MY MOUTH&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zodiac Sign: GEMINI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-1644336299562805154?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/1644336299562805154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=1644336299562805154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1644336299562805154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/1644336299562805154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4330902500292447180</id><published>2008-05-12T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:04:55.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to thank everyone who asked how I was doing.  I have had a really easy recover.  Sang did an amazing job of taking care of me.  He was always making sure I didn't do anything to over do it.  Thank you all for your concern.  Ya'll are great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4330902500292447180?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4330902500292447180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4330902500292447180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4330902500292447180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4330902500292447180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-2829039492356246467</id><published>2008-05-04T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:10:08.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ER</title><content type='html'>This week ended up being a lot different than expected.  It is funny how we get into a routine and have to figure out how to adjust to the unexpected events that slip into our lives on occation.&lt;br /&gt;On monday night I had a volleyball game and stopped on my way to get a breakfast burrito from Beto's (love them) I didn't have a ton of time so I ate a lot and fast.  Bad idea.  For my games I felt sluggish and a little sick.  I figured the next morning I would feel better. I was wrong, the pain expanded into my lower right side. some of you might know where this is going.  But I thought I knew and was wrong.  I it is very common for me to have cyst on my ovaries so I figured that was all it was.  So as usual I was just going to tough it out until it went away.  It got bad enough I would come home from work and lay in bed the whole evening.   Which I have never hurt so bad and so long from a cyst so on Thursday I went to my OB and they did an unltasound.  No cysts!! I knew it had to be something more serious so I went into the IC in North Ogden (were I work on call) and they took blood test and told me I needed to get to the hospital and that they had called and arranged a CT and informed the on-call surgen that they had a patient coming in with possible appendicitis.  Sang was just getting off work so I met him at home and my parents hurried over to help give me a blessing before we left.  We got at the ER a little before 11:00, got the CT and I tested possitive so they checked me in and got me into a bed.  The ER was really busy because of a few car accidents so they told us it would be a few hours.  Poor Sang had to try to sleep in one of their uncomfortable chairs while I was nice and as comfy as I could get in a soft padded cozy bed. (That is when you know they love you!)  5:00 came and they were ready for me.  They did a laparoscopic surgery where they make  3 small cuts in the tummy.  Lower tummy, mid tummy and upper tummy.  The upper tummy the only one that I can tell is there, especially when I laugh or cough, or try to sit up in  bed.  I really haven't had much time to recover.  Sang's brother graduated Friday morning and his family from Cali came to visit for the weekend so we had to take advantage of the chance to spend time with them.  They were really good to let me take up half the couch.   Also on Saturday, one of my brothers friends that has been adopted by my family, got married.  (He even listed my parents as the grooms parents along with his actual parent, on their invitations)  He is basically my brother so there was no way I was going to miss that either.  Thank goodness for Sundays, the "day of rest". Now I am getting the rest I need to recover and Sang is catching up on sleep from the loooong night he had in the uncomfortable hospital chair. &lt;br /&gt;Sang has been so amazing and has done so much for me.  I love that he has lived his life worthy to hold the priesthood and was able to give me the blessing I needed.  I truly have been blessed with a husband that I am not worthy to have but I will do all I can to keep him.  He has taught me so much.  I love you Sang!!!&lt;br /&gt;The drugs are kicking in so I'm going to go nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-2829039492356246467?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/2829039492356246467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=2829039492356246467' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2829039492356246467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/2829039492356246467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/05/er.html' title='ER'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6468375557301478155</id><published>2008-04-27T00:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:39:41.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcCba1ybI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8XPciyTQ_ko/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcCba1ybI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8XPciyTQ_ko/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193807098310674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures that my Aunt had taken while we were visiting in Arizona. She just emailed them so of course I had to add them. Sang really is so much fun. I love having my best friend always around and being able to act goofy without feeling stupid, well most the time, I guess once in a while we both pass each others "normal" goof off taste. In a odd way that just makes it more fun. I must say that he really is more goofy than I am. For example, and this is one of the things he does that I absolutly love when he does it, when he is getting gas in the car and a song he know is playing he will out of no where start singing for all other gas pumpers to hear. He will even occationally throw in a little shimmy for his fans. I can't say it enough, I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcCra1ycI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MzrGBr4OsZc/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcCra1ycI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MzrGBr4OsZc/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193807102605642178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcDLa1ydI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m3THC7SlFdo/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcDLa1ydI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m3THC7SlFdo/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193807111195576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcDba1yeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v4oWTtahC7I/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcDba1yeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v4oWTtahC7I/s320/DSC00776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193807115490544098" 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/6340020807594899355-6468375557301478155?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6468375557301478155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6468375557301478155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6468375557301478155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6468375557301478155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-are-some-pictures-that-my-aunt-had.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SBQcCba1ybI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8XPciyTQ_ko/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8660989597647862877</id><published>2008-04-19T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:05:51.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6ipm1T9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/V_S22Urhyas/s1600-h/AZ+4-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6ipm1T9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/V_S22Urhyas/s320/AZ+4-08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191096256200789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6i5m1T-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/78IUveiuGeQ/s1600-h/AZ+4-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6i5m1T-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/78IUveiuGeQ/s320/AZ+4-08+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191096260495757282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6jZm1T_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TuYDBw0cv5I/s1600-h/AZ+4-08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6jZm1T_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TuYDBw0cv5I/s320/AZ+4-08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191096269085691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6jpm1UAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mmIatjF-PS8/s1600-h/AZ+4-08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6jpm1UAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mmIatjF-PS8/s320/AZ+4-08+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191096273380659202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6j5m1UBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8ENPV0yWaQ/s1600-h/AZ+4-08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6j5m1UBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8ENPV0yWaQ/s320/AZ+4-08+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191096277675626514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sang and I went to Arizona again for me to attend more classes for Real Estate Investing. I, of course learned a ton. There are so many different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt; you can use it is amazing. We spent a night in Vegas on our way down which was just relaxing. We didn't do anything really but it was nice to just get away and spend quality time together and with the TV. HA!! In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we stayed with my Aunt and Uncle who also has my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Melissa, and her hubby, Jason, and three kids living there while they are house hunting. It was fun being there and playing with the kids. My other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Megan, and her hubby, Brandon, have these little motorcycles that are so dang fun. We took them to a church parking lot just down the street from where they live and rode them around. I think we will get some, but we have to "shop around and get the best deal possible". (I love Sang, he's such a saver, it's cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8660989597647862877?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8660989597647862877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8660989597647862877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8660989597647862877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8660989597647862877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-sang-and-i-went-to-arizona-again.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SAp6ipm1T9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/V_S22Urhyas/s72-c/AZ+4-08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8847226488029753695</id><published>2008-04-05T12:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:09:19.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>So not a whole lot has been going on.  I do have some really sad news though.  Because of differences of opinions and our extremely busy schedules we gave Suey to a family in our ward.  They are a super cute couple with a baby girl, Lylianna, who is a few months old.  He works a lot of evenings and they live in a little bit scary area.  When Sang and I went on a getaway in Feb we had them dog-sit for us.  He had made the comment of how much better he felt with Suey being there to warn his wife, Yuria, if something was going on outside of their house.  Yuria is now a stay at home mom so she is home to give Suey lots of attention that she is used to and loves.  They say that Suey still isn't used to a baby crying, she runs to the other side of the room when she is crying.  But she is adapting to her new family.  It has been extremely hard for me to adjust.  I got her when she was just 6 weeks old and she is now 5 years old.  She has been there for me through some really hard times, she was the closest thing I have had to a baby, and she truly thought she was my baby.  As hard as it is to not have her here, I know that Sang and I are involved in things in our lives that we don't have much time at home to give her the attention she deserves. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho,  I have also been told about a web-site that I have become addicted to.  It is journeytome.com.  It is adoption stories.  People who are adopting, mostly from China and Vietnam write about their experiences and show pictures of the children they are adopting and of thier trip to get them and so on and so forth.  They kids are so dang cute!  I can't wait till Sang and I are able to afford going over to Vietnam and meet more of Sang's family (Sang hasn't even met them).  Sang's parents are excited for the time that their kids can go over with them.  That would be amazing enough but to be able to go there and bring home a baby.  I am so excited for the day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8847226488029753695?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847226488029753695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8847226488029753695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8847226488029753695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8847226488029753695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-3134131815612731824</id><published>2008-03-03T20:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:54:45.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUSBAND</title><content type='html'>What is your husband's name? SANG&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together? MARRIED 1 YEAR AND 1 DAY,  TOGETHER 2 YEARS 2 OR 3 WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? 1 YEAR 2 WEEKS AND A FEW DAYS&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? SANG BY FAR&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; SANG CHEATED AND WHISPERED IT IN MY EAR AND AFTER I SAID IT BACK HE TRIED TO PLAY IT OFF LIKE HE DIDN'T SAY IT FIRST.  I THINK HE JUST WANTED TO BE ABLE TO TELL PEOPLE I SAID IT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? SANG BARELY&lt;br /&gt;Who has more speeding tickets? I DON'T THINK EITHER OF US HAVE ANY ON OUR RECORDS NOW BUT HE HAS GOTTEN MORE THAN MY ONE&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? SANG IS ALWAYS TRYING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT SOMETHING.  I HAVE LEARNED A LOT FROM HIM&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive? ME BY FAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? I DO&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes? MOSTLY SANG.  HE CAN'T STAND ANY DIRTY DISHES&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right? LYING ON THE BED HE IS TO THE RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? HE LIKES TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING, BUT I PAY FOR A FEW THINGS&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? WE BOTH DO.&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? HE COOKS HIS CHICKEN AND RICE AND I COOK MY CREAM OF WHEAT OR CEREAL&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together? SANG&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? TOSS UP&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed whom first? HE WAS ALL OVER ME (WINK WINK)&lt;br /&gt;Who asked out who first? SANG ASKED ME&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? SANG DID.  HE KEPT TEASING ME THAT HE HAD THE RING BUT HE HAD TO THINK OF SOMETHING BIG.  HE HAD PLANNED ON ASKING ME WHEN WE WENT BOATING WITH A FAMILY FRIEND BUT THE NIGHT BEFORE WE WERE HAVING A DEEP BONDING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DISCUSSION&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT US AND OUR FUTURE AND I TOLD HIM THAT WHEN HE PROPOSES IT ISN'T THE BIG DISPLAY THAT MATTERS IT IS THE FEELING BETWEEN US THAT IS THE IMPORTANT THING AND THE MOMENT WAS PERFECT SO HE GOT UP AND PROPOSED. &lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? SANG JUST BY ONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-3134131815612731824?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/3134131815612731824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=3134131815612731824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3134131815612731824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/3134131815612731824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-husband.html' title='MY HUSBAND'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8647445073270725728</id><published>2008-03-03T20:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:31:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCZKvCmMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K9zWLz_dB94/s1600-h/ONE+YEAR+ANN+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCZKvCmMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K9zWLz_dB94/s320/ONE+YEAR+ANN+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723809576032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCZqvCmNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S8ktqn7Uzew/s1600-h/ONE+YEAR+ANN+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCZqvCmNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S8ktqn7Uzew/s320/ONE+YEAR+ANN+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723818165967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCaavCmOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZH-0vO8IJnk/s1600-h/ONE+YEAR+ANN+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCaavCmOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZH-0vO8IJnk/s320/ONE+YEAR+ANN+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723831050868962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCaqvCmPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M160mPHuxRU/s1600-h/ONE+YEAR+ANN+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCaqvCmPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M160mPHuxRU/s320/ONE+YEAR+ANN+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173723835345836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SMOKES HAS TIME FLOWN!! I can't believe how fast it has gone and how long it feels like we have been together. Sunday March 2nd was our offical anniversary. On Friday we went to dinner on our way down to Sandy to stay the night at Castle Creek Inn. It is a Bed and Breakfast place and was awesome. It was very cosy and cute. We watched TV, which was a big deal since they had cable and we have all of 5 channels at home. We played a card game called RACK-O, which we both remembered playing when we were younger and thought it would be fun, but it wasn't as fun as we had remembered. The next day they served us a filling breakfast which consist of peaches, banana bread, cheesy potatoes, sausage patties, pancakes, and OJ. It was good but the pancakes didn't even come close to how good my daddy's are. After breakfast Sang and I had the opportunity to do a session at the Salt Lake Temple. It was both of ours first time with the live session. It was amazing! I was in awe of the craftiness inside the temple. It was a very spiritually growing experience and there is no one in this world I would rather share it with. We started to walk around the temple and I was hoping to get a few pictures of Sang and I but the weather was not being nice and we ended up running to our car just in time to get covered before it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap it up, our anniversary was perfect. Sang is an amazing husband and has incredible patients to be married to me. With all the stresses of everyday life I sometimes forget how blessed I am to have him in my life but I do love him more than anything and can't wait to celebrate many, many more anniversaries with my Mr. Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8647445073270725728?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8647445073270725728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8647445073270725728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8647445073270725728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8647445073270725728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-year-anniversary.html' title='ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R8zCZKvCmMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K9zWLz_dB94/s72-c/ONE+YEAR+ANN+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4344852349510954757</id><published>2008-01-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:56:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiE29MI6I/AAAAAAAAADU/NVeWyQNZifg/s1600-h/dec+07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiE29MI6I/AAAAAAAAADU/NVeWyQNZifg/s320/dec+07+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392402811003810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiFW9MI7I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZFiuNrvwH4s/s1600-h/dec+07+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiFW9MI7I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZFiuNrvwH4s/s320/dec+07+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392411400938418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiF29MI8I/AAAAAAAAADk/N5dLZhKaEJ8/s1600-h/dec+07+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiF29MI8I/AAAAAAAAADk/N5dLZhKaEJ8/s320/dec+07+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392419990873026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang and I went to Park City to go shopping and while in Old Navy we came across this cute dog coat. It is so cute and Sang kept asking me if I was going to get it for Suey, it was 50% off so how could I say no. I never expected to buy any outfit for her but I could resist. She struts her stuff when we walk down to the mail boxes. It's cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4344852349510954757?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4344852349510954757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4344852349510954757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4344852349510954757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4344852349510954757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sang-and-i-went-to-park-city-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4uiE29MI6I/AAAAAAAAADU/NVeWyQNZifg/s72-c/dec+07+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-4823627025354887240</id><published>2008-01-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:46:46.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SANG'S PALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDVW9MIyI/AAAAAAAAACU/GwnsFketVps/s1600-h/dec+07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDVW9MIyI/AAAAAAAAACU/GwnsFketVps/s320/dec+07+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153317907837231906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDVm9MIzI/AAAAAAAAACc/UwRunhjzt4U/s1600-h/dec+07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDVm9MIzI/AAAAAAAAACc/UwRunhjzt4U/s320/dec+07+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153317912132199218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDV29MI0I/AAAAAAAAACk/co3ILLOylnk/s1600-h/dec+07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDV29MI0I/AAAAAAAAACk/co3ILLOylnk/s320/dec+07+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153317916427166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDWG9MI1I/AAAAAAAAACs/9CmBV1pKRak/s1600-h/dec+07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDWG9MI1I/AAAAAAAAACs/9CmBV1pKRak/s320/dec+07+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153317920722133842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDWm9MI2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IEpsbc7QORk/s1600-h/dec+07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDWm9MI2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IEpsbc7QORk/s320/dec+07+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153317929312068450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back we had a ton of shopping to do since we hadn't even started, yes we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;procrastinators&lt;/span&gt;, but we were able to spend some time with a few of Sangs childhood friends and their girls and had a blast with them. We went bowling and I kicked there trash the second game. I beat my personal best by 60 pins. Oh yes! I got 187, 5 strikes in a row. It was AWESOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-4823627025354887240?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/4823627025354887240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=4823627025354887240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4823627025354887240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/4823627025354887240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sangs-pals.html' title='SANG&apos;S PALS'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4RDVW9MIyI/AAAAAAAAACU/GwnsFketVps/s72-c/dec+07+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-6243199408341651187</id><published>2008-01-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:28:31.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>DECEMBER ACTIVITIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9hG9MItI/AAAAAAAAABs/_wOs2nNRTc0/s1600-h/Arizona+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9hG9MItI/AAAAAAAAABs/_wOs2nNRTc0/s320/Arizona+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153311512630928082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9hm9MIuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_uctaS5dIFY/s1600-h/Arizona+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9hm9MIuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_uctaS5dIFY/s320/Arizona+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153311521220862690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9h29MIvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sVVPtA7jWYk/s1600-h/Arizona+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9h29MIvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sVVPtA7jWYk/s320/Arizona+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153311525515830002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9iG9MIwI/AAAAAAAAACE/hYXZW_q7UJQ/s1600-h/Arizona+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9iG9MIwI/AAAAAAAAACE/hYXZW_q7UJQ/s320/Arizona+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153311529810797314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9iW9MIxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9KJpNmi132c/s1600-h/Arizona+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9iW9MIxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9KJpNmi132c/s320/Arizona+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153311534105764626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good month of December. We were able to take a road trip to Pheonix Arizona and my brother, Ryan, and his wife and little gril, Saydee.  Ryan and I went to Real Estate investing school while Carol Ann, Saydee, and Sang were able to hang out with our Aunt Gayle and Uncle Mark who live in Mesa. The weather was really nice and warm most of the time. It was a good break from the cold, snowy winter we are having here in Utah.  While at the Real Estate school we learned so much and can't wait to learn more in Feb. We were also able to get Alice Cooper's autograph. It was awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-6243199408341651187?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/6243199408341651187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=6243199408341651187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6243199408341651187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/6243199408341651187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2008/01/december-activities.html' title='DECEMBER ACTIVITIES'/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/R4Q9hG9MItI/AAAAAAAAABs/_wOs2nNRTc0/s72-c/Arizona+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340020807594899355.post-8334164023529926950</id><published>2007-12-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:52:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I still haven't totally figured this thing out, but I haven't spent to much time on it either. I added a couple more photos, since that is basically all I know how to do. I would search on the web for tips on how to blog but I am by far a visual person not an oral when it comes to learning. One of these days I will be a pro. One step at a time eh?  Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; have a Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340020807594899355-8334164023529926950?l=shngo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/feeds/8334164023529926950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340020807594899355&amp;postID=8334164023529926950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8334164023529926950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340020807594899355/posts/default/8334164023529926950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shngo.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-so-i-still-havent-totally-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>S 'n H NGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18191279056429296511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjW4nk6jfmM/SLiep0gObaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IoQ16LSDigo/S220/HEIDI_STRUCK015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
