<?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-7390854877637134382</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:18:49.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zito House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-5848519524949108441</id><published>2011-09-06T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:41:39.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure I remember...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while! This is really for Tiffany Z, so she can read something fresh. I love you and miss you. I will try to start posting more!!!! Hugs and kisses!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-5848519524949108441?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5848519524949108441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=5848519524949108441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5848519524949108441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5848519524949108441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-sure-i-remember.html' title='Not sure I remember...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2296544842642979138</id><published>2010-10-05T22:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:50:55.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Where I Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv7OmZ3IFI/AAAAAAAAEiY/dWnzMfvIKAg/s1600/2010-10-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv7OmZ3IFI/AAAAAAAAEiY/dWnzMfvIKAg/s320/2010-10-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524785596145803346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it on our fall colors drive. It was so beautiful. Honestly it is totally amazing.  Those who live here are very lucky. I do have to say though, not a day goes by that I don't walk out my door and enjoy every inch o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv_Blv3aQI/AAAAAAAAEi4/A-s8-BSJmPs/s1600/2010-10-041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv_Blv3aQI/AAAAAAAAEi4/A-s8-BSJmPs/s320/2010-10-041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524789770677872898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f beauty that surrounds me.  I take it in every time I am outside and I am completely filled with gratitude that I am so blessed to live in such an amazing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv9wvfed_I/AAAAAAAAEig/7155W_tchX8/s1600/2010-10-041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv-PuRLVLI/AAAAAAAAEiw/7WrPAE0s9U0/s1600/2010-10-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv-PuRLVLI/AAAAAAAAEiw/7WrPAE0s9U0/s320/2010-10-042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524788913971614898" 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/7390854877637134382-2296544842642979138?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2296544842642979138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2296544842642979138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2296544842642979138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2296544842642979138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/beauty-of-where-i-live.html' title='The Beauty of Where I Live...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TKv7OmZ3IFI/AAAAAAAAEiY/dWnzMfvIKAg/s72-c/2010-10-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2529855442320076371</id><published>2010-08-15T14:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:11:41.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>It was perfect!! Had a blast with Ryan and Chae. Thanks for another great Jack moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhXpxcyFgI/AAAAAAAAEgU/Up-B-PepF-M/s1600/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhXpxcyFgI/AAAAAAAAEgU/Up-B-PepF-M/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746919620744706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhXqD_5bnI/AAAAAAAAEgc/-y0nOambQxg/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhXqD_5bnI/AAAAAAAAEgc/-y0nOambQxg/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746924599864946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWCfb7pGI/AAAAAAAAEgM/iriAZinMZXA/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWCfb7pGI/AAAAAAAAEgM/iriAZinMZXA/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745145258812514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWB2QO75I/AAAAAAAAEgE/vMFM3krbsl0/s1600/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWB2QO75I/AAAAAAAAEgE/vMFM3krbsl0/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745134203891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWAlFD6CI/AAAAAAAAEfs/jF5I-12smlE/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWAlFD6CI/AAAAAAAAEfs/jF5I-12smlE/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745112413759522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWBoM6HmI/AAAAAAAAEf8/fx8air3BP7k/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWBoM6HmI/AAAAAAAAEf8/fx8air3BP7k/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745130431848034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWA8ZWolI/AAAAAAAAEf0/-aFBy0DnDgs/s1600/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhWA8ZWolI/AAAAAAAAEf0/-aFBy0DnDgs/s320/IMG_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505745118672888402" 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/7390854877637134382-2529855442320076371?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2529855442320076371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2529855442320076371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2529855442320076371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2529855442320076371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/jack-johnson.html' title='Jack Johnson'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TGhXpxcyFgI/AAAAAAAAEgU/Up-B-PepF-M/s72-c/IMG_1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2425751522263666339</id><published>2010-07-20T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:42:44.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little perspective....</title><content type='html'>And alot of truth..... Truth on my part. Sometimes life gets the best of me and I become a debbie downer, not even that I become down right ungrateful. I don't have enough, who could blame me(my thoughts). We are living 6 people and 2 cats in 900 sq ft. A hubby that works his tail off, I won't even say how much, he would not be happy. It can get to a person. Especially since everyone else in the world, and since I don't know everyone else in the world, it means just people I know, have it "all". What is "all" anyway? I think if I knew everyone else in the world I would never ever be so ignorant to complain about 6 people and 2 cats(all of whom I love with all my heart) living in 900sq ft.  Because ignorance is bliss, isn't that right?? Anyway!!! So who gets the brunt end of my bad attitude? Jeffrey of course, why not! Thankfully the nasty negative bug does not attack us both at the same time. This is the article Jeffrey sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bothsidesofthetable.com/2010/07/19/life-is-10-how-you-make-it-and-90-how-you-take-it/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is wow, thanks for the reminder. It makes me remember how lucky, no not lucky but blessed I am.  Shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2425751522263666339?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2425751522263666339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2425751522263666339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2425751522263666339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2425751522263666339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-perspective.html' title='A little perspective....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2028630621068831889</id><published>2010-07-09T16:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:09:25.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Trip</title><content type='html'>Our first little St. George getaway for the summer. We went with Jeff's brother Jamison and his family Emily, Ashlyn, and Kate. We had a great time!! A little sun, swimming, shopping, In-N-Out, lizard hunting, and very little sleeping. Too bad the girls didn't go home with lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_85VK3EI/AAAAAAAAEdc/RYQZ1pe3Gys/s1600/2010-07-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_85VK3EI/AAAAAAAAEdc/RYQZ1pe3Gys/s320/2010-07-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492139692248456258" 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/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_9q7dODI/AAAAAAAAEdk/2m0ZeQ8MPGA/s1600/2010-07-091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_9q7dODI/AAAAAAAAEdk/2m0ZeQ8MPGA/s320/2010-07-091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492139705562380338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_-DJRTsI/AAAAAAAAEds/IJtZZts0cUg/s1600/2010-07-092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_-DJRTsI/AAAAAAAAEds/IJtZZts0cUg/s320/2010-07-092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492139712062770882" 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/7390854877637134382-2028630621068831889?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2028630621068831889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2028630621068831889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2028630621068831889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2028630621068831889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/st-george-trip.html' title='St. George Trip'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/TDf_85VK3EI/AAAAAAAAEdc/RYQZ1pe3Gys/s72-c/2010-07-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-195108094468092279</id><published>2010-05-19T18:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:15:55.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters</title><content type='html'>Giuliana, Laney, Dillon, and Matthew at 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SIT1WbceI/AAAAAAAAEbo/jSYInTxG1CY/s1600/gg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SIT1WbceI/AAAAAAAAEbo/jSYInTxG1CY/s320/gg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473149321482039778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFKQJYBoI/AAAAAAAAEag/TbqaLq94A4A/s1600/Laney+3+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFKQJYBoI/AAAAAAAAEag/TbqaLq94A4A/s320/Laney+3+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145858341471874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFp360JVI/AAAAAAAAEbA/G9ch2PMdsqQ/s1600/Laney+4+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFp360JVI/AAAAAAAAEbA/G9ch2PMdsqQ/s320/Laney+4+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473146401593763154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SISlH6DQI/AAAAAAAAEbY/ckqf6FGrVSY/s1600/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SISlH6DQI/AAAAAAAAEbY/ckqf6FGrVSY/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473149299946294530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJ7m8KlI/AAAAAAAAEaY/0JY6sJXSeD4/s1600/Laney+3+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJ7m8KlI/AAAAAAAAEaY/0JY6sJXSeD4/s320/Laney+3+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145852828330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SITFjWZlI/AAAAAAAAEbg/0IjD0CvL_7k/s1600/gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SITFjWZlI/AAAAAAAAEbg/0IjD0CvL_7k/s320/gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473149308651333202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJKLrE-I/AAAAAAAAEaI/ZYhz3qlpKO4/s1600/2007_10100134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJKLrE-I/AAAAAAAAEaI/ZYhz3qlpKO4/s320/2007_10100134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145839560627170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SJGhz2ZbI/AAAAAAAAEbw/oqu2yS9aRhQ/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SJGhz2ZbI/AAAAAAAAEbw/oqu2yS9aRhQ/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473150192410060210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SJHJQRMZI/AAAAAAAAEb4/c4pNPx4JQNE/s1600/m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SJHJQRMZI/AAAAAAAAEb4/c4pNPx4JQNE/s320/m1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473150202998239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJaZBujI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/cbWjc21-5Mg/s1600/dill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SFJaZBujI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/cbWjc21-5Mg/s320/dill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145843911604786" 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/7390854877637134382-195108094468092279?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/195108094468092279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=195108094468092279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/195108094468092279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/195108094468092279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/brothers-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and Sisters'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S_SIT1WbceI/AAAAAAAAEbo/jSYInTxG1CY/s72-c/gg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8388695943285000809</id><published>2010-05-13T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:01:03.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Dillie Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wufm_FNHI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Lk-y7Nz3gKE/s1600/2007_05090205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wufm_FNHI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Lk-y7Nz3gKE/s320/2007_05090205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470798767924262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wugTwvlsI/AAAAAAAAEYI/7EF6WGVLi2M/s1600/2007_05090236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wugTwvlsI/AAAAAAAAEYI/7EF6WGVLi2M/s320/2007_05090236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470798779943720642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say right away that I love this boy to pieces. He brings me so much happiness. He is sweet, funny,  kind, loving, sensitive, and cute as can be. He loves anything sports, and I cant say that enough. He sleeps with his soccer ball, golf bag, and sports clothing. He loves his church suit, wearing Laney's nightgown's, eating tons of sugar, all of his grandparents, his new babies, and completely adores his big sister Laney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wwHgulWwI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/qKL0tN66mGU/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wwHgulWwI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/qKL0tN66mGU/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470800552950848258" 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/7390854877637134382-8388695943285000809?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8388695943285000809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8388695943285000809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8388695943285000809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8388695943285000809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-my-dillie-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Dillie Boy'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S-wufm_FNHI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Lk-y7Nz3gKE/s72-c/2007_05090205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-5572890026566072411</id><published>2010-05-06T10:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:27:56.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In times of trouble....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;      "Regarding our earthly journey, the Lord has promised:&lt;br /&gt;I will go  before your face. I will be on﻿ your right hand and on your left, and  my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to  bear you up. [D&amp;amp;C 84:88]&lt;br /&gt;That is an everlasting declaration of  Gods love and care for us, including—and perhaps especially—in times of  trouble."Jeffrey R Holland.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful and comforting message. How blessed are we all that we have the Lord to turn to. I know personally I forget when time are hard to turn to the Lord. I also forget to thank the Lord when times are easy. Thankful He reminds us through talks, blogs, friends, conference and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that the "bearing up" may not be the way I want it to be but it is the way of the Lord and I know if we do all that he asks, our lives will be as it should be. Notice I did not say the way WE think it should be but, as it should be.  After much complaining, one of my most wonderful friends reminded me of all that Job went through, also said just keep doing what you are suppose to all will work out. My response was I am, and that is always my response. Then came the most amazing part, I truly realized I do not do all that I am suppose to. From that moment on I fully committed to do all the Lord has asked me to do. I make time for so many other things and I know no matter what, making time for the Lord is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all of the reminders and examples that are provided for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the chance to attend the closing talk of women's conference. Talks were given by Elder and Sister Oaks. The theme of conference  "Choose ye this day to serve the Lord"Moses 6:33-34. It just shows the Lord knows each and every one of us and what we need. Because that is exactly what I had just committed to.  Next year I will be attending all of conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; I enjoyed both of their talks so much. Just a little over view and some things that I remember, teaching your children, service, not self, have faith in Christ, be bold in what is right, His plan is inclusive, turn to the Lord, 2 Timothy 3:15, count your blessings, be patient  , diligent, smile, modest, more service, the greatest service is a mother to her children, the most important work we will ever do is within the walls of our home, be sensitive to the needs of others, more service, sacrifice, and SERVICE.  I feel so blessed to have received these wonderful messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-5572890026566072411?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5572890026566072411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=5572890026566072411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5572890026566072411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5572890026566072411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-times-of-trouble.html' title='In times of trouble....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8357015712361654842</id><published>2010-04-06T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:34:42.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5457063038435280177%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCNaK0Oq1lpSfJg%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8357015712361654842?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8357015712361654842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8357015712361654842' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8357015712361654842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8357015712361654842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiddo-photos.html' title='Kiddo Photos'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-63319810066687239</id><published>2010-03-11T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:45:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Baby...</title><content type='html'>Matthew Enzo &amp;amp; Giuliana joined our family on February 23 2010. They  were born at 4:15 and 4:16. Matthew was 5lb 13oz 19 1/2in. Giuliana was  5lb 7oz 18in. They are both healthy and I hope happy.  Life is not as  crazy as I thought it would be. They are really good babies, I am sure  it helps that they have each other.  Laney and Dillon are just as crazy  as they always have been and totally enjoying their new brother and  sister. Of course we have moments of adjustment from both Laney and  Dillon.  Jeff has been beyond wonderful. He took 2 weeks off and did a  superb job being both daddy and mommy.  I totally think that families  should just be able to be together all the time, no daddies going off to  work. It was so nice to have Jeff home and just all be together. We are  loving this time and feel so blessed to have 4 great kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5444571661509501553%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJ7puY2YqrmEEw%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-63319810066687239?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/63319810066687239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=63319810066687239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/63319810066687239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/63319810066687239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-baby_11.html' title='Baby, Baby...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6236382621524965308</id><published>2010-02-22T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:23:24.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Laney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S4LHjzpO2VI/AAAAAAAAD70/euqckVk-HdM/s1600-h/desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S4LHjzpO2VI/AAAAAAAAD70/euqckVk-HdM/s400/desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney turned the big 6 exactly 1 month ago today. She had a great day. We went bowling, a little gaming. Her very favorite, So Cupcake. Thanks Kevin,Natalie, Celina, and Cosette!!!! Not to mention time with the grandparents and presents. I love this girl so much, my life would not be the same without her. Thanks Lane you are the best!!!!&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/7390854877637134382-6236382621524965308?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6236382621524965308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6236382621524965308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6236382621524965308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6236382621524965308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-laney.html' title='Happy Birthday Laney'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S4LHjzpO2VI/AAAAAAAAD70/euqckVk-HdM/s72-c/desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3925367690270575295</id><published>2010-02-04T13:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:10:38.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day Ever....</title><content type='html'>Laney can home from school today and informed me it was the WORST DAY EVER!!!!!! The bus driver gave the kids assigned seats. She can never sit with her friend Desiree again, EVER! For the rest of the year. Very dramatic, devastating day. I wish I could have recorded the scene that played out. I was able to catch some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so3A1GEdI/AAAAAAAAD4I/TLHeeKXNCmM/s1600-h/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so3A1GEdI/AAAAAAAAD4I/TLHeeKXNCmM/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434482300933247442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so3nIYG_I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/MpcmXH9A5ys/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so3nIYG_I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/MpcmXH9A5ys/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434482311214668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so4PXx1_I/AAAAAAAAD4Y/rwEognZgiwg/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so4PXx1_I/AAAAAAAAD4Y/rwEognZgiwg/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434482322016688114" 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/7390854877637134382-3925367690270575295?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3925367690270575295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3925367690270575295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3925367690270575295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3925367690270575295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/worst-day-ever.html' title='The Worst Day Ever....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S2so3A1GEdI/AAAAAAAAD4I/TLHeeKXNCmM/s72-c/IMG_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7870367535443251327</id><published>2010-02-04T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:01:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7870367535443251327?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7870367535443251327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7870367535443251327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7870367535443251327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7870367535443251327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6768695344539268936</id><published>2010-01-07T09:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:58:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Dill, Sunny Lane</title><content type='html'>Dillon does not say his F's, instead he says S. Which makes Funny turn into Sunny. It is one of my favorite things he says. I always smile when he says Sunny Mommy, how could you not. So here is my Sunny Dill, my Sunny Lane, my Sunny Kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZXfhjVcbI/AAAAAAAADyo/dsUja_RFtW0/s1600-h/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZXfhjVcbI/AAAAAAAADyo/dsUja_RFtW0/s400/Collages1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZWFuWd_XI/AAAAAAAADyg/zgJ9_7F5sTM/s1600-h/July+Craziness3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZWFuWd_XI/AAAAAAAADyg/zgJ9_7F5sTM/s400/July+Craziness3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZYeA4fVbI/AAAAAAAADyw/S35_PtF_JHQ/s1600-h/cannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZYeA4fVbI/AAAAAAAADyw/S35_PtF_JHQ/s400/cannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6768695344539268936?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6768695344539268936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6768695344539268936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6768695344539268936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6768695344539268936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunny-dill-sunny-lane.html' title='Sunny Dill, Sunny Lane'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0ZXfhjVcbI/AAAAAAAADyo/dsUja_RFtW0/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3004597216138417128</id><published>2010-01-07T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:50:00.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCjUYNH2I/AAAAAAAADyI/WgXaOeX5gy4/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCjUYNH2I/AAAAAAAADyI/WgXaOeX5gy4/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424025607003250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCi_d4ACI/AAAAAAAADyA/vFQvNqMhMog/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCi_d4ACI/AAAAAAAADyA/vFQvNqMhMog/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424025601389887522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCiXFZXYI/AAAAAAAADx4/t_h0WIx6a_g/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCiXFZXYI/AAAAAAAADx4/t_h0WIx6a_g/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424025590549798274" 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/7390854877637134382-3004597216138417128?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3004597216138417128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3004597216138417128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3004597216138417128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3004597216138417128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/31-weeks.html' title='31 Weeks'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/S0YCjUYNH2I/AAAAAAAADyI/WgXaOeX5gy4/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-661889387567170311</id><published>2009-12-09T10:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:34:35.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belly Of Two....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e1-ZD6MI/AAAAAAAADvw/3mcp0aYEaPE/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e1-ZD6MI/AAAAAAAADvw/3mcp0aYEaPE/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413290295985170626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 months and counting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the comfy home that our twin boy and girl call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all beyond excited!!!!! Jeff and I are excited for both little ones to join our family. Laney is excited for little girl and I know somewhere deep inside for another little boy. Dillon is excited for both also, but I think that will only last till they are here and he knows they are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now we only have a little over two more months. Can't wait to meet the new members of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e1cot7YI/AAAAAAAADvo/VsbTidg_6BM/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e1cot7YI/AAAAAAAADvo/VsbTidg_6BM/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413290286924033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e2funOSI/AAAAAAAADv4/_eteJTqAg78/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e2funOSI/AAAAAAAADv4/_eteJTqAg78/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413290304933935394" 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/7390854877637134382-661889387567170311?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/661889387567170311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=661889387567170311' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/661889387567170311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/661889387567170311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/belly-of-two.html' title='The Belly Of Two....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sx_e1-ZD6MI/AAAAAAAADvw/3mcp0aYEaPE/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7229941114014272040</id><published>2009-08-31T19:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:53:55.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney's First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyHX7u8YWI/AAAAAAAADgs/CwhXfMIMcgI/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyHX7u8YWI/AAAAAAAADgs/CwhXfMIMcgI/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376320900414857570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to go to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I can't believe we are here. I can't believe I am writing about this. Who knew it would come so fast. But let me tell you this girl was and is ready. I think Laney's whole goal in life is to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought the day she started kindergarten I would be just fine, after all she has been in preschool for the last 3 years. Last week another story began to unfold. I started to get so nervous and sad, I couldn't handle the fact that my first born was going to kindergarten, REAL SCHOOL. finally on Sat night I decided I just couldn't take her, she was not going to go to school yet.&lt;br /&gt;As she set her clothes out Sunday night and I rolled her hair in pink sponge rollers I thought it is time and she will be just fine, she will do much better than I will. After a fathers blessing and family prayer, I tucked my baby in, kissed her goodnight and told her how excited I was for her.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came quick, Laney was awake by 6:20(I knew she would be way too excited to sleep). After I got ready I came out and of course she was all dressed and bursting with excitement. We had a little breakfast, I unrolled her hair and helped her write her getting to know you show and tell.&lt;br /&gt;8:20 couldn't come fast enough. We all loaded in the car and off to the school we went.  We took her to her class, she found her chair and put her backpack on the back and had a seat.  As I snapped the last picture of her the tears began I could tell it was going to get ugly so I had to stop. I went to her desk/table and kissed her good by, told her to have a wonderful day asked for another kiss, she said no bye. So we started to walk away our baby girl in REAL SCHOOL, we lingered at the door for a minute to watch her and like it was no big deal she waved good-bye, handed her teacher her show and tell, and started chatting with her friend Maddie Mae. That's my girl.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she gives me peace with her confidence. Faster than I could finish much it was time to go get her. I went to the place where the teacher told me to meet her to pick her up and no Laney. As I drove up to the school I saw kids already getting on the bus so I expected her there anytime. Other moms were waiting also and no kids, when I say other moms I mean only 3 others. But no kids. Finally a mom waiting went to the front and her child was there with his teacher but no one else. Then I see a teacher with Laney(she got on the bus) and hear her saying in a crying voice Yes that is my mom. She comes almost running to me still crying I want to go on the bus and be with my friend Desiree. K go on the bus, and happy as can be she got back on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what time the bus would drop her off so Dill and I went to walk up to Grandpas to see when the bus would come. I just made it out the door and here is Laney running down the driveway with the biggest smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say she loved school and the bus. It took about all day for her to process and share everything that went on today. She cant wait for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyKQXlm5WI/AAAAAAAADg0/r7b8TMm2eQI/s1600-h/Nikon+easter1st+day+of+school+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyKQXlm5WI/AAAAAAAADg0/r7b8TMm2eQI/s400/Nikon+easter1st+day+of+school+09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyLUeUvOmI/AAAAAAAADhM/kLUn1aurjio/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyLUeUvOmI/AAAAAAAADhM/kLUn1aurjio/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325239027219042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyLEv4zpjI/AAAAAAAADhE/Bt3xRFWDwjE/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyLEv4zpjI/AAAAAAAADhE/Bt3xRFWDwjE/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324968863999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyKoV_knvI/AAAAAAAADg8/6T70AX9UIys/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyKoV_knvI/AAAAAAAADg8/6T70AX9UIys/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324480876715762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney's First Day of School Lunch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7229941114014272040?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7229941114014272040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7229941114014272040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7229941114014272040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7229941114014272040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/laneys-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Laney&apos;s First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SpyHX7u8YWI/AAAAAAAADgs/CwhXfMIMcgI/s72-c/IMG_2249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6785969147029569314</id><published>2009-07-24T14:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:59:58.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden Pioneer Days Rodeo* * * * *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smouty6SSAI/AAAAAAAADes/zkvF428z2Ww/s1600-h/75thLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smouty6SSAI/AAAAAAAADes/zkvF428z2Ww/s320/75thLogo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362149670633228290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the 75th Anniversary 1934-2009. We had the chance to go 2x this week, July 21st National Day of the American Cowboy and July 23rd Tough Enough to Wear Pink(Foundation For Breast Cancer Research). It was great I love the rodeo. Its tradition that we go every year with my mom and family, there's history. This year the kids and I also went with Jeff's family. My mom's aunt so my great aunt Lorene Donaldson was the first Whoopee Girl when she was 14 back in 1936 for Ogden Pioneer Days. So this year for the 75th anniversary she was recognized and given an award on the night of the 21st. My aunt passed away in 1995 so her daughter Ann accepted the award for her. It was such a great night, our family took up 4 rows in support. I also have to mention and thank my aunt Jana Rae for putting on the best rodeo and always making sure we have great tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So history aside I love the rodeo!! Did I say that already?? Every year I enjoy the best foot long corn-dog's that have ever been, pile high fries(from the same booth), this year monster snow-cones were a must due to the heat, can any kid ever go with out cotton candy or kettle corn, and good old shoutin, screamin, whistlin cowboy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad its all over with and I look forward to next year. Just some highlights and faves before I go. This year the Budweiser Clydesdales made an appearance, the first night we just saw them in their stalls but the last night they went around the arena. Just a little story. So last night when we got home my mom was asking Laney about the rodeo. Laney tells her about a few things, and my moms says did you see the Clydesdales again? Laney says the ones with the wieners and the hairy feet? All my mom could do was crack up. This comment was due to the fact when we went the night before, every horse we would go by would have it all hanging out, she thought it was pretty funny. She told my mom yes, they went around the arena with a wagon and a Mandation Dog(Dalmation). When I ask Laney what her favorite part was always says the OGIO FMX motorcycle team, they are pretty unreal. She never says the Rodeo Queens but as she walks by them she comes to a complete standstill and can barley talk, so I am thinking that is pretty up there. We all love the Sky Divers. &lt;br /&gt;It took Dillon till the 2nd night to warm up to it all. The 1st night he stuck his fingers in his ears all night and wanted all the animals out of the arena. Thanks to my mom the 2nd night I took him earplugs, he was much happier and enjoyed everything much more. There was one exciting adventure last night, I was walking back to our seats and a boy had just finished riding his steer and that steer was not happy. He decided he wanted out so headed my way and trampled a lady sitting in the arena( I think she ended up fine, I hope)through the fence (I booked it, I was not about to find out if he was coming up into the stands) thankfully he made his way through the food court and out to parking without hurting anyone else and he was roped. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty exciting!!! I gotta say it again I love the rodeo. I don't think I have ever been without crying, I love the American spirit that is there and it is strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pioneer Day July 24, 2009!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smop-vwww9I/AAAAAAAADeE/eIU8sskF6uU/s1600-h/rodeo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smop-vwww9I/AAAAAAAADeE/eIU8sskF6uU/s400/rodeo.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smor-6s9VDI/AAAAAAAADeM/PvF2McRDL0o/s1600-h/rodeo1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smor-6s9VDI/AAAAAAAADeM/PvF2McRDL0o/s400/rodeo1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6785969147029569314?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6785969147029569314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6785969147029569314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6785969147029569314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6785969147029569314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/ogden-pioneer-days-rodeo.html' title='Ogden Pioneer Days Rodeo* * * * *'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smouty6SSAI/AAAAAAAADes/zkvF428z2Ww/s72-c/75thLogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6557148011113441496</id><published>2009-07-22T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:06:05.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin Hot</title><content type='html'>I love going to St George for our speedy vacations. It's the perfect refresher and mom and DG (daddy Gary) always show us a great time. This trip we had extra guest's, my brother Shay and his family came from FL to visit. We only get to see them about once a year and it was so fun to see them. We did a little of everything, swimming, go carting, 10 o clock cookout, tents in the living room, shopping, lots of cooking, hiking, catching lizards, digging in the sand, skimboarding, not sleeping, and enjoying time with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smc0-6ZoShI/AAAAAAAADdE/dP2BdDzKENw/s1600-h/Collages.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smc0-6ZoShI/AAAAAAAADdE/dP2BdDzKENw/s400/Collages.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smc29mdHrKI/AAAAAAAADdM/6SYyLF0Y1lo/s1600-h/July+Craziness2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smc29mdHrKI/AAAAAAAADdM/6SYyLF0Y1lo/s400/July+Craziness2.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6557148011113441496?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6557148011113441496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6557148011113441496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6557148011113441496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6557148011113441496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/smokin-hot.html' title='Smokin Hot'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Smc0-6ZoShI/AAAAAAAADdE/dP2BdDzKENw/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7745850962892804048</id><published>2009-07-21T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:41:32.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red, White, &amp; Blue* * * * * * * *</title><content type='html'>Family, Fun, Food, and Fireworks. A little face paint, a little love. Nothing like the 4th of July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SmX9Vln0-lI/AAAAAAAADcc/mOqbligjuGE/s1600-h/July+Craziness.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SmX9Vln0-lI/AAAAAAAADcc/mOqbligjuGE/s400/July+Craziness.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7745850962892804048?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7745850962892804048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7745850962892804048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7745850962892804048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7745850962892804048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-white-blue.html' title='The Red, White, &amp; Blue* * * * * * * *'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SmX9Vln0-lI/AAAAAAAADcc/mOqbligjuGE/s72-c/July+Craziness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-9090224882464677570</id><published>2009-07-10T07:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:54:33.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Comes Early....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SldHzU9QhJI/AAAAAAAADbM/jVlfqLJrqtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SldHzU9QhJI/AAAAAAAADbM/jVlfqLJrqtQ/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829228905038994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas comes early by the way of a train. One day I got an email from Disney saying that for one day only the Christmas Carol train would be stopping in our very own Ogden Union Station. So I thought how fun and thanks to Disney it was FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SldGeNKuetI/AAAAAAAADbA/LbcFz4TZLTw/s1600-h/new.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SldGeNKuetI/AAAAAAAADbA/LbcFz4TZLTw/s320/new.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-9090224882464677570?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9090224882464677570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=9090224882464677570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/9090224882464677570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/9090224882464677570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Christmas Comes Early....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SldHzU9QhJI/AAAAAAAADbM/jVlfqLJrqtQ/s72-c/IMG_1518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-4678076741389239161</id><published>2009-06-24T15:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:24:24.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so very far behind...</title><content type='html'>But at least I am willing to catch up. So here is a shout out to my baby Dillie. Happy Birthday Dillon. He turned 2 on May 7th. He has been the most wonderful baby, well till he turned 2. Really he is still wonderful with just a little more attitude. But not so much attitude that he won't still love on his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5351022087674615137%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMWOlKfM0LXjjgE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5351014004664982897%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCNW8oqGJ_NWFzwE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-4678076741389239161?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4678076741389239161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=4678076741389239161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4678076741389239161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4678076741389239161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-very-far-behind.html' title='I am so very far behind...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6412384546692889973</id><published>2009-05-29T22:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:28:57.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father&amp;Son, Mother&amp;Daughter</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the Father and Son camp out for our ward. I was pleasantly surprised when Jeff told me that he wanted to take Dillon, and Dale wanted to take Jeff. So what does Father and Sons mean for Mothers who have Daughters? It means there very own night to be girly. So Laney and I along with other mommy friends with 5 year old daughters headed off to Union Grill for dinner, followed by the movies to see UP.  We had a great night besides UP was a little much for the little girls. Thanks Tiffany(Desiree &amp;amp; Chloe), Layce(Hannah), and Mary(Ryelee) Laney and I had a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was tucking Laney in she asked if Daddy took his phone and before I could answer her he was calling. He let us know they were having a great time and we could hear Dillon in the background, he sounded happy as a clam. Then again he was playing in the truck, let's just hope he will be happy when it came time for Jeff to get him to sleep in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have always loved Father and Sons since I was little. I can remember looking forward to it so I could have a night out with my mom, her mommy friends and their little girls that were my age. But the thing I loved the most was getting to sleep in my moms bed for that night. Laney is also loving that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the daddy's who take their son's to Father and Son camp out so the Mothers and Daughters have their special night also. I will continue to look forward to the many Father/Son, Mother/Daughter Nights that are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5351005066405398369%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCLOh7syo3ZLTEg%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6412384546692889973?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6412384546692889973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6412384546692889973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6412384546692889973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6412384546692889973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/father-mother.html' title='Father&amp;Son, Mother&amp;Daughter'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-4334691268429955392</id><published>2009-03-21T07:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:26:26.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise, Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/ScT40P4iBFI/AAAAAAAADCA/7AN5THFeIBM/s1600-h/sunrise.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/ScT40P4iBFI/AAAAAAAADCA/7AN5THFeIBM/s200/sunrise.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647036704556114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our bedroom door slowly creaked open at 7:24am. It had just been closed 24 min earlier by Laney who we told, if we are sleeping close our door and watch Disney. Please don't wake us up.Whats up Laney? She says, with so much excitement and total satisfaction in her voice, if you open the blinds right now and look out you will see the most beautiful thing ever. So I sat up twisted the blinds, stopped to put on my glasses and Laney said you have to open them all the way. I am Lane I am just putting on my glasses. So I pulled the blinds and she said look at that isn't that beautiful all the pink and blue, I love pink and blue(jumping on the bed a bit and looking out the window). The sky was beautiful with the sunrise. We all stared for a minute to enjoy the beauty that we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney: I went out to watch TV looked out the window and nothing then I looked out again and cotton candy all over the sky. Oh so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need to stop and enjoy the beauty the Lord has blessed us with. Thanks for the reminder Laney and thanks for enjoying the small but important things in life. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is not from this morning. Jeff took it one morning driving to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-4334691268429955392?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4334691268429955392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=4334691268429955392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4334691268429955392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4334691268429955392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunrise-sunrise.html' title='Sunrise, Sunrise'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/ScT40P4iBFI/AAAAAAAADCA/7AN5THFeIBM/s72-c/sunrise.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3617513801552771200</id><published>2009-02-26T13:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:43:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you read random blogs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sab-5uma21I/AAAAAAAAC9o/WAC1mFopxQ4/s1600-h/203964728_a4e190a823_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sab-5uma21I/AAAAAAAAC9o/WAC1mFopxQ4/s200/203964728_a4e190a823_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307209478617881426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pix of us, so I added it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read random blogs? I don't. Well I didn't until I started to read nie then cjane then mindy gledhill. I still don't go looking for other blogs. Any way I still don't really understand reading random blogs. Do people really just read peoples blogs and they don't even know them? How do they find these blogs? Is it through a friend of a friend of a friend and just get hooked on it? It's a little weird to me. I have followed a link on a blog I read to see what the person is talking about, I read it and move on.  I have a hard time keeping up with just the people I know let alone taking the time to read about someone I don't. I am sure that there are many people with great blogs and wonderful things to share, maybe that is why people go looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would random people read my blog? I don't think so, I don't even think friends read my blog beside the exception of my devoted reader and friend Krissy. How would someone find my blog if they wanted to read it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bring me to my #1 conflict of having a public blog. Do I really want random people reading my blog? Not that I get that personal. Would I let someone read my real journal, that is if I kept one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blogs some times for the stories but mostly for the pictures. I love pictures, I take a million pictures. That is also one reason I am so slow to post, I want pix with my post and I get behind on uploading pix and I want to do a post on about every pix I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about random. All my thoughts are random but if I am going to accomplish keeping up with my blog there will be many more posts like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3617513801552771200?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3617513801552771200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3617513801552771200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3617513801552771200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3617513801552771200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-read-random-blogs.html' title='Do you read random blogs?'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/Sab-5uma21I/AAAAAAAAC9o/WAC1mFopxQ4/s72-c/203964728_a4e190a823_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-1453766952899434475</id><published>2009-02-24T00:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:09:32.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>That's what we all are and feel like we have been all winter is SICK. I really want to post more but due to sickness and no sleep for 3 nights I can not come up with more than I am sick of being sick and sick of everyone else being sick. Sick, Sick,Sick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-1453766952899434475?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1453766952899434475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=1453766952899434475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1453766952899434475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1453766952899434475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-4600994167628283887</id><published>2009-02-13T14:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:14:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I know its one day early but today was Laney's party at school.  This girl is all about party's, celebration's, holiday's anything that requires planning she is in. This morning she woke me up and said mom it's 7:58(seven five eight) I don't want to be late today. School starts at 9.  So I rolled out of bed after yet another night of not much sleep. Dillon decide to go to bed on time, sleep for 1 hour and wake up till 11:30.  Anyway so rolling out of bed thankfully Dill still asleep. Laney was already dressed, pink tights, red velvet skirt, red turtle neck with a rhinestone heart on the neck, white vest, and dark brown Maryjane's. Nice Lane. Look mom I rolled the neck so you could see the heart so you would know its Valentines Day. Good sweetie. Hurry mom you need to get dressed we can't be late. I'm not hungry so I don't need to eat, maybe not even till Wednesday. Hon you need to eat have some yogurt. K. She took 2 bites. K I'm full. Not worth the battle. So I did her hair, pulled it into a low pony with red sparkly scrunchie(I knew she would love it, she did) and braid. Is it time? Not yet, we won't be late. Thankful Handy Manny kept her occupied so I could throw on some clothes. I woke Dillon up, he was not happy but I think he stayed asleep for most of the drive. Laney grabbed her bag of valentines(mickey mouse club house with Hershey kissables) and backpack and practically bounced as she walked to the car. I love her excitement for everything. On the way to school she moves on to Halloween, talks about what she want to be(The yellow girl(a hobo clown that I wanted her to be 2 years ago) or maybe something else). I just tell her we have a long time to discuss it. Dillon is quietly riding. Honestly I can't tell if he is asleep or if his eyes are glued shut because of the awesome cold he has had, but he doesn't seem to mind if that is the case. Laney barely waits for me to stop the car before she gets out and in to school she goes.  Dill and I come home do a little cleaning while watching Good Things Utah. 2 hours and 15 min is not that long but I try to get as much done as possible while she is at school. Dillon finds Laney's barely touched yogurt and polishes it off. Next thing I know, times up back in the car.  The buggy is beaming, carrying her self made cereal box valentine holder. On the way home she asks me to read at least 10 names off her valentines, I keep reminder her I am driving and will read them when we get home. More celebration worries, she is now talking about what kind of birthday she wants(which is 1 year away). She came across a Kung Fu Panda tattoo so she wants a Kung Fu Panda party where everyone dresses up like Kung Fu Panda. Home we get out of the car Dill wants to stay in, to buckle his carseat and just cruise around. K Dill I will come get you later. He is happy as a clam. Does anyone even know if clams are happy?  I am really trying to be with kids more for quality time, no phone, no computer, no interruptions. I have said before on my blog that if I could sew my kids to my sides they would be happy as can be doing nothing but being with me. So that said that is why I have to try hard to do quality time because they are pretty much right by my side all day. I am realising that if I just take the time just for them they may give me time just for me. I know I am rambling. So today our special quality time was sitting down to a buttery,salty bowl of popcorn and watching Shrek the Third. Laney kicks in to high gear(a mix of excitement and stress) gets blankets and pillow perfect on the floor, the movie in and going, just waiting for myself and Dillon to sit down so she can press the middle button on the remote to start the movie. I remind her this is fun and she need to relax. I am not hurrying fast enough and Dill is walking on the blanket with his boots on(his boots make his feet smell like a cheese/vinegar cellar). Obviously I got him out of the car. Finally it's time. Mom don't forget I want to press the middle button. I love all the Shrek movies. About the middle of the movie Dill is up and wondering, Laney is worried we are eating the popcorn to fast and it wont last to the end. Also planning what she can do after the movie is over. She wants to color. I think I am the only one watching and enjoying the movie. The movie has sparked an idea in Lanes head, she will put on a Shrek the Third performance tonight. Let the coloring begin. She draws all the main characters in the movie. Then, mom I need to call my dad to let him know about the performance.  She calls both his cell and work to leave messages. Moving on, I need to call grandma Z and let her know. The happy bombshell, Lane grandma Z is watching you tonight, mom and dad are going out. I say happy bombshell, happy grandma will be here, bombshell mom and dad wont. She proceeded to call gma Z lets her know about the performance. I am able to type this because we are to quite time, Dillon is sleeping and Laney is in her room doing whatever. She has come out at least 5 times, once hands and legs covered in chalk, bathroom, needs to have some valentines candy, and whatever other excuse she can come up with. I love the creativity, that brain going constantly. I have to thank Steph for reminding me to be in the moment. I love you. I know this is long but this is the new blog, I want to remember everything. I love my life, I love my family. I have to be honest don't feel like this at moments but when I get over myself and all the lame things that we think are important, I remember that is all that matters and I am thankful for it. Pictures of this day will be coming, hopefully this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-4600994167628283887?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4600994167628283887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=4600994167628283887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4600994167628283887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4600994167628283887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3958414956359269598</id><published>2009-02-11T13:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:08:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There were 4 in the bed...</title><content type='html'>This has been a crazy sleep week! The babes are sick again, it's stinky.  On Sunday night after going to bed about 9 Dillon was awake from about 1am till 6am. Finally back to sleep at 6am till 9am. Mommy is very tired mostly self inflicted. I am on about 2 weeks of very late nights or we could also say early mornings(going to bed between 2am and 4am). I get crazy sometimes,  I love the peaceful nights.   Monday night thanks to pure exhaustion we all slept very soundly all night. Last night Laney decided she wanted to join in the non sleeping fun to. Dillon laid with me and watched Catch and Release, I thought for sure he would crash, but no way still awake. I woke Jeff up, he was asleep with Laney(in a twin bed). So I sent my boys off to sleep, looking forward to doing dishes. Ha ha no dishes, instead major screaming Dillon wanted me not daddy. So out to the couch to watch I can't remember, oh well. Finally 10pm Dilly out.  Finish dishes, tidy up, sit down to flip between Nancy Grace and House Hunters International(lots of TV today) then starts in Buggy(Laney). Jeff and Laney both talk,(freak out) in there sleep thanks to Dale for that(he also passed it on to other family members, you know who you are). Anyway Buggy starts chatting up a storm then I can hear the fear in her voice so I go in. I find out she is OK and take her to the bathroom and back to bed. All is well for a bit and the talking starts again. I go in and lay with her ask her if she is OK she says yes. She say do you love me or flowers more? I say you of course, do you really think I would love flowers more. She laughs and says no, it weird like that. I said what is? She said the vegetable I was just telling you about. Then laughs again. OK Bug love you goodnight sleep well. Love you mom. About 12am I head for bed. About 130am Dill wakes up mama mama mama mama in a very whiny voice. Touching my face, back, rubbing my arm and more whining. I take his temp 102.3 and give him meds and water. I must add every time I left the room he also got up and followed me. Finally back to bed getting settled and in walks Laney, I had a bad dream. Me, Get in.  So there were 4 in the bed crunched and crowded. I don't mind though I love having everyone close by, listening to the crazy things Bug is thinking about in the late hours and just enjoying my family. Dills fever finally broke and we were all back to sleep around 345. Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3958414956359269598?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3958414956359269598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3958414956359269598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3958414956359269598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3958414956359269598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-were-4-in-bed.html' title='There were 4 in the bed...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7535873850573822669</id><published>2009-02-06T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:05:26.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK!!!!</title><content type='html'>That is all the further I can explain at this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7535873850573822669?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7535873850573822669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7535873850573822669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7535873850573822669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7535873850573822669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/yuck.html' title='YUCK!!!!'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6204561033853872934</id><published>2009-02-05T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:17:48.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Change In The Air...</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging I must go. I have wanted to get back to blogging for a while, to actually keep a journal of my everyday life. So now is the time. I unfortunately have to force my self to do it though,  I feel like I am letting so many precious, funny, sad, frustrating, and touching memories just slip away (due to the fact I can't remember anything).  I HATE writing. I can't spell(thank goodness for spell check,that is if I use the right word), punctuation?????????, complete sentences, more like run-on sentences, will people like what I write? and so on an so forth. I have decide it doesn't really matter. Why would I let all of this keep me from recording a story of my life.  So I will no longer make excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Blog Again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6204561033853872934?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6204561033853872934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6204561033853872934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6204561033853872934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6204561033853872934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-change-in-air.html' title='I Feel Change In The Air...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8243797809467859553</id><published>2009-01-31T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:11:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't LOVE your life,read this....and you will....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w239/wildmf/i-read-nienie3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NieNie is such a prefect example of how a life should be lived. She is full of spirit,love,compassion,faith,hope,patients, and complete magic. The list could go on forever. Make sure to go to NieNie archives and start from Sept 2005. You will be thankful you did. I know I am. Thank you Stephanie Nielson for sharing a piece of you to better the world. Our prayers are always with your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8243797809467859553?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8243797809467859553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8243797809467859553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8243797809467859553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8243797809467859553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-dont-love-your-liferead-thisand.html' title='If you don&apos;t LOVE your life,read this....and you will....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-573094224547276348</id><published>2008-10-20T21:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:20:11.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have ear nails......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1Xt37iMYI/AAAAAAAACOU/zL2-Yh8rXDs/s1600-h/2008_10160436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1Xt37iMYI/AAAAAAAACOU/zL2-Yh8rXDs/s200/2008_10160436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456385457992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XCTF2iRI/AAAAAAAACNc/S_UZ9NXBkn8/s1600-h/2008_10160427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XCTF2iRI/AAAAAAAACNc/S_UZ9NXBkn8/s200/2008_10160427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455636834781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XCnjQFPI/AAAAAAAACNk/cqwxWX6Qogk/s1600-h/2008_10160428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XCnjQFPI/AAAAAAAACNk/cqwxWX6Qogk/s200/2008_10160428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455642326799602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XDCr-Q5I/AAAAAAAACNs/NTBdNgcLgI0/s1600-h/2008_10160429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XDCr-Q5I/AAAAAAAACNs/NTBdNgcLgI0/s200/2008_10160429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455649611137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XD6QWVfI/AAAAAAAACN0/A4jxX9Cjk90/s1600-h/2008_10160431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XD6QWVfI/AAAAAAAACN0/A4jxX9Cjk90/s200/2008_10160431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455664527660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtH3x21I/AAAAAAAACN8/hkTKsWOYPBk/s1600-h/2008_10160432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtH3x21I/AAAAAAAACN8/hkTKsWOYPBk/s200/2008_10160432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456372557339474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtR4m4-I/AAAAAAAACOE/LT3nRnAmtmA/s1600-h/2008_10160433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtR4m4-I/AAAAAAAACOE/LT3nRnAmtmA/s200/2008_10160433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456375245169634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtkRFiJI/AAAAAAAACOM/0FiI57wNqxw/s1600-h/2008_10160434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1XtkRFiJI/AAAAAAAACOM/0FiI57wNqxw/s200/2008_10160434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456380179679378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney got her ears pierced.  She has really thought about it for a really long time. She started asking if she could get them pierced over a year ago.  Laney just doesn't do things, she really has to process before doing.  Anyway she asked quite often. I told her once she does it she has to leave them in for a long time. I told her its not like when she wears bracelets, rings, and other jewelry. When she is sick of it she just can't take them out.  She decided she would wait till she was 5. Then Maddie her younger cousin get her ears pierced. So of course Laney wanted to. So here we go again with the talk again. At the end she decided for a second time to wait till she was 5.  Just about a week before we were heading out to St George to see my mom she asked again.  I just told her that here Dad and I were OK with it but she needed to be sure that is what she wanted.  I said if its what you really want we will do it while we are with Grandma Nette.  I had to do it with my mom because if I took Laney to get her ears done and they turned out uneven  my mom would flip and never stop talking about it. I got mine done when I was 8 and they are uneven and she still can't get over it.  Anyway we got to my mom's on Thurs night and by Sat she still really wanted them done.  So my mom and I took her to Earrings &amp;amp; More Tattoos 4 U.  Do you think I would take her to a mall, no way.  So Laney get her ear nails and is happy as a clam.  She is great to clean them, twist them and show them off. What a proud girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-573094224547276348?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/573094224547276348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=573094224547276348' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/573094224547276348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/573094224547276348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-ear-nails.html' title='I have ear nails......'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SP1Xt37iMYI/AAAAAAAACOU/zL2-Yh8rXDs/s72-c/2008_10160436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3346263967694714828</id><published>2008-08-28T23:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:53:48.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are my eyes open?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNoex4JbI/AAAAAAAACJ0/wCJAo1TZ-gg/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNoex4JbI/AAAAAAAACJ0/wCJAo1TZ-gg/s200/k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812418065409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNonK9UdI/AAAAAAAACJ8/YPQvs2-BYBs/s1600-h/k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNonK9UdI/AAAAAAAACJ8/YPQvs2-BYBs/s200/k1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812420318089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNo3QxwsI/AAAAAAAACKE/kjdqX0PB0Uc/s1600-h/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNo3QxwsI/AAAAAAAACKE/kjdqX0PB0Uc/s200/k2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812424637465282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNpE80R5I/AAAAAAAACKM/v9IY2khgw3I/s1600-h/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNpE80R5I/AAAAAAAACKM/v9IY2khgw3I/s200/k3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812428311840658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNpW681pI/AAAAAAAACKU/s5Buq_BNCpc/s1600-h/k4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNpW681pI/AAAAAAAACKU/s5Buq_BNCpc/s200/k4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812433135851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so when I smile for pix my eyes basically close.  My friend Krissy also has the same prob.  So in the pix above she is teaching me how to keep my eyes open but not looked surprised. I don't think I really have it.  Thanks for the effort Krissy!!!  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3346263967694714828?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3346263967694714828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3346263967694714828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3346263967694714828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3346263967694714828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-my-eyes-open.html' title='Are my eyes open?'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SLeNoex4JbI/AAAAAAAACJ0/wCJAo1TZ-gg/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-1575760607540723495</id><published>2008-08-27T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:45:41.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the best blog!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-1575760607540723495?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1575760607540723495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=1575760607540723495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1575760607540723495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1575760607540723495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-best-blog.html' title='This is the best blog!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2203754158559307760</id><published>2008-08-25T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:40:33.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Alta....</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I have never stayed the night in Alta since we worked there.  So we took the kids up an stayed at Alta Lodge for a weekend.  It is so beautiful there, the wildflowers are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5238541823811708017%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGhw17CSGvT8" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2203754158559307760?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2203754158559307760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2203754158559307760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2203754158559307760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2203754158559307760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-in-alta.html' title='Weekend in Alta....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3910187263132275196</id><published>2008-08-20T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:30:12.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Update</title><content type='html'>I know it's a ton of pix. Thats what happens when you don't post for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5236834425270585441%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DtnyZEzw5EFo" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3910187263132275196?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3910187263132275196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3910187263132275196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3910187263132275196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3910187263132275196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-update.html' title='Photo Update'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6390954682011459196</id><published>2008-08-09T23:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:35:28.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Already....</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile.  I was actually boycotting blogging due to the super sappy, life is roses, typing vomit that seem to so often take place on blogs.  As I sat down at the computer tonight I thought, I think I will read blogs(for the first time in forever).  I start at the top of my blogger buddy list and start reading.  By mistake I start reading other peoples buddies blogs(if this does not make sense I mean I started reading my friends, friends blogs).  Then it starts, the complete irritation of that super sappy, life is roses, typing vomit.  Sorry I don't know why it bothers me that some people paint such an unreal picture of their life just to make it look prettier than others.  Then I get smart and get back to my own buddies blogs(not saying that my buddies are any better, just a little more in touch with reality for the most part) and as I read an old friends blog about the heart ache and joy she is facing in her life, my heart softens and I remember why we blog.  Are you still are wondering why?  It is to be a SUPPORT to one another not to compete against each other.  Don't get me wrong, I am not saying we should be "airing our dirty laundry", but come on get real.  Oh I know I am guilty also of everything I am saying, (and if you don't believe me read my past posts), but how many times can we post about "all the reasons I love my sweet, charming, wonderful, handsome, sexy(did I leave anything out?) hubby and so on.  Of course we love our husband's but maybe we should take that list and put it on the fridge where THEY can see it, because I know for sure Jeff doesn't read my blog.   I loved blogging when I first started but then it just seemed to turn into a task.  Can I come up with some thing good, crafty, smart, wonderful to say today so I don't seem like the only wife/mother who wants to put her family outside and lock the door.  I do love seeing pictures and reading stories of my fellow bloggers so I hope to not offend anyone, but if I do sorry.  All this ranting and raving may be due to my inefficiency of being able to make all look good. I have always had the curse of saying too much and saying it how I see it.  Oh I wish I could hold it all in and make it look like I have it all together, but I can't.  I do also know that there are people out there that do live in Pleasantville and there perfectness is not fake at all, but they are few and far between.  Just wanted to say why I haven't been blogging, see too much info and personal issues.  Anyway I am going to step off my soap box now.  Oh ya just one more thing, there will be photos soon to come of the most beautiful, talented, best behaved, smartest family ever, MINE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6390954682011459196?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6390954682011459196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6390954682011459196' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6390954682011459196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6390954682011459196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-already.html' title='OK Already....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-1230213154461818266</id><published>2008-04-14T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:47:49.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Behind...</title><content type='html'>I get so far behind on blogging, it drives me crazy. If I wasn't so crazy about having pictures with every post, I wouldn't be so far behind. What happens is (crazy again) I wait too long to develop my pictures on my camera, not only that but I don't delete any pix off my camera till I develop them even if they are on my computer. So by the time I upload 550+ pix how many ever times to get the pix I want for each new post, I am months behind. Anyway another issue. I said a couple of post ago that I was going private, but now I don't know if I am. I have been reconnected with friends(due to them finding my blog) I have lost touch with and I love it. So I don't know what I will do. One of the friends I was reconnected with was my girlfriend Nora from high school in Colorado. I think the last time we talked was 12 years ago. Gratefully she came across my blog, and bonus her parent live here in Utah. So the week before Easter she came to visit and myself, Laney, Dillon, Nora, and her three kids spent the day together. It was tons of fun. We didn't even skip a beat. This is just one of many belated posts to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5189156341551579905%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D9kzNA40IfpE"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-1230213154461818266?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1230213154461818266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=1230213154461818266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1230213154461818266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1230213154461818266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-far-behind.html' title='So Far Behind...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2207392373142371259</id><published>2008-03-25T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:59:50.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Me Oh My...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-nlsXkh1wI/AAAAAAAABls/5PMF6PqvDuo/s1600-h/2008_03240526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181925396670699266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-nlsXkh1wI/AAAAAAAABls/5PMF6PqvDuo/s200/2008_03240526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I can't believe I am going to post this oh so scary picture, but I have to. So my Mr. mellow, I am content doing anything baby Dilly, is not so much for the past week and a half. All he wants me to do is hold him. He is teething and the effects are unreal. He is like a totally different baby. So since I still have to do thing around the house and my left bicep is the size of the Incredible Hulks(from holding him so much), this has been Dillon's mode of transportation for the last week and a half.  Thanks Laney for the fab picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2207392373142371259?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2207392373142371259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2207392373142371259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2207392373142371259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2207392373142371259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='Oh Me Oh My...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-nlsXkh1wI/AAAAAAAABls/5PMF6PqvDuo/s72-c/2008_03240526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-5479922828547269039</id><published>2008-03-25T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:39:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Incredible Reminder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-l-rHkh1vI/AAAAAAAABlk/XFW4YUL7Zjs/s1600-h/imgage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181812125498201842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-l-rHkh1vI/AAAAAAAABlk/XFW4YUL7Zjs/s200/imgage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are singing If The Savior Stood Beside Me in Primary(Jeff and I are the CTR 8 teachers). I love this song so much. It always touches deep in my soul. Like I said what an incredible reminder of how we should be and how we can always have the light of Christ within us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Savior stood beside me, would I do the things I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I think of His commandments and try harder to be true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I follow His example? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I live more righteously,If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Savior stood beside me, would I say the things I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would my words be true and kind if He was never far away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I try to share the gospel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I speak more reverently If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Savior stood beside me, would my thoughts be clean and pure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would His presence give me strength and hope, and courage to endure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would His counsel guide my actions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I choose more worthily If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is always near me, though I do not see Him there And because He loves me dearly, I am in His watchful care So I'll be the kind of person that I know I'd like to be If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-5479922828547269039?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5479922828547269039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=5479922828547269039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5479922828547269039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5479922828547269039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-incredible-reminder.html' title='What an Incredible Reminder....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R-l-rHkh1vI/AAAAAAAABlk/XFW4YUL7Zjs/s72-c/imgage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-1471623861419725540</id><published>2008-03-06T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:59:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private...</title><content type='html'>So I got a weird comment on one of mt postings last night.  I thought it was from my friend Miko so I clicked on it and it started to download some crazy, what I think is a tracking system/spyware.  Needless to say it freaked me out , so now I am going private.  So the next thing to say is I will send invites and if I missed you and you want one email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-1471623861419725540?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1471623861419725540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=1471623861419725540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1471623861419725540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1471623861419725540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-private.html' title='Going Private...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8574140203656845867</id><published>2008-03-05T22:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:36:31.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CJPio0DI/AAAAAAAABko/-wYoWzI3-Ns/s1600-h/2008_02270389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174497592174235698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CJPio0DI/AAAAAAAABko/-wYoWzI3-Ns/s200/2008_02270389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CJvio0EI/AAAAAAAABkw/CCUr9w7wUXI/s1600-h/2008_02270391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174497600764170306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CJvio0EI/AAAAAAAABkw/CCUr9w7wUXI/s200/2008_02270391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so it might seam like I am obsessed with Good Things Utah if I say this but GTU had a playdate at the zoo, so I took the kids. It was a little chilly so it cut down on the crowds. Also I just mentioned it to Laney that we might go, BIG mistake. I should know better, I have been her mom for 4 years. It was Dillon's first time and he loved it so much, he love all the animals. Really he didn't even notice we were there. It was pretty cool they fed the albino alligator while we were there. I guess they only feed him 1 time a week.  You would think I would have gotten a picture of the alligator.  Gotta love the zoo in the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CIvio0CI/AAAAAAAABkg/5aEja1A-200/s1600-h/2008_02270387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174497583584301090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CIvio0CI/AAAAAAAABkg/5aEja1A-200/s200/2008_02270387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CIPio0BI/AAAAAAAABkY/cW2aWpSbeFo/s1600-h/2008_02270386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174497574994366482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CIPio0BI/AAAAAAAABkY/cW2aWpSbeFo/s200/2008_02270386.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8574140203656845867?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8574140203656845867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8574140203656845867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8574140203656845867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8574140203656845867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8-CJPio0DI/AAAAAAAABko/-wYoWzI3-Ns/s72-c/2008_02270389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6270762846558852718</id><published>2008-02-27T21:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:56:59.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things Utah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8Y60nYe2UI/AAAAAAAABjw/tsVguVp_UHc/s1600-h/2008_02270413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171885897680869698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8Y60nYe2UI/AAAAAAAABjw/tsVguVp_UHc/s200/2008_02270413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was mama's day out. Today was the longest I have ever been away from my baby Dilly(gone for 10 hours). I know, I know, I hate leaving my kids for a long time(the other night Laney slept away from home for the first time). Even after just going to a movie I am ready to see them again. Today my sister-in-law Tiffany and I went to go to a taping of Good Things Utah, then off to lunch at Caputo's, dessert at Carlucci's, then shopping at The Gateway. Of course a little personal pampering as well, it was time again to get my hair done. It was a much needed day off. Jeff took the day off to be with the kids. They had a fun filled day with Daddy going to the Treehouse Museum, the once a year McD's meal, and pretty much whatever else their little hearts desired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6270762846558852718?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6270762846558852718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6270762846558852718' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6270762846558852718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6270762846558852718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-things-utah.html' title='Good Things Utah...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R8Y60nYe2UI/AAAAAAAABjw/tsVguVp_UHc/s72-c/2008_02270413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8728014593322110003</id><published>2008-02-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:15:09.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney is 4...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Laney (Jan 22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5162956745956546305%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DgTCPdgof5nc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8728014593322110003?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8728014593322110003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8728014593322110003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8728014593322110003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8728014593322110003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/laney-is-4.html' title='Laney is 4...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-6741969792664946171</id><published>2008-02-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:25:55.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YiKlFyVuI/AAAAAAAABck/V0BEtyfmZlY/s1600-h/2008_02030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162851587977271010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YiKlFyVuI/AAAAAAAABck/V0BEtyfmZlY/s200/2008_02030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YiLFFyVvI/AAAAAAAABcs/1c0YEMRkCOE/s1600-h/2008_02030578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162851596567205618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YiLFFyVvI/AAAAAAAABcs/1c0YEMRkCOE/s200/2008_02030578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dumping so much they canceled Church today. So officially it is a snow day. It is so beautiful. Jeff and Laney are out playing and Dillon and I are watching it from inside. Dillon is sick so no going out in the snow. I can see the visions of a pow day dancing in Jeff's head, he and his coworkers will be having a team builder day this week at the ski resort. Hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhflFyVtI/AAAAAAAABcc/9o2nSz0Esp8/s1600-h/2008_02030580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162850849242896082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhflFyVtI/AAAAAAAABcc/9o2nSz0Esp8/s200/2008_02030580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s1600-h/2008_02030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s1600-h/2008_02030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s1600-h/2008_02030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s1600-h/2008_02030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhdlFyVpI/AAAAAAAABb8/UTcMJAkxP1E/s1600-h/2008_02030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162850814883157650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhdlFyVpI/AAAAAAAABb8/UTcMJAkxP1E/s200/2008_02030575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s1600-h/2008_02030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162850840652961474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhfFFyVsI/AAAAAAAABcU/C5kuAb19c_I/s200/2008_02030579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YhdlFyVpI/AAAAAAAABb8/UTcMJAkxP1E/s1600-h/2008_02030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-6741969792664946171?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6741969792664946171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=6741969792664946171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6741969792664946171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/6741969792664946171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6YiKlFyVuI/AAAAAAAABck/V0BEtyfmZlY/s72-c/2008_02030577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3018035276035270760</id><published>2008-02-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:46:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearin' Up The Mountain</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Jeff(Jan 19). It's a little late. Anyway. For Jeff's birthday he wanted to take Laney skiing for the first time. I couldn't ski per the feet. I did get to go and watch though. It was so fun to watch her ski. She loved it so much. We took her to Alta, it is where I skied for the first time and where Jeff and I met. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Pha1FyVjI/AAAAAAAABa0/qXW1-z1O2aQ/s1600-h/2008_01240536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217448940918322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Pha1FyVjI/AAAAAAAABa0/qXW1-z1O2aQ/s200/2008_01240536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting Prepped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhbVFyVkI/AAAAAAAABa8/eXVo9msqf3E/s1600-h/2008_01240538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217457530852930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhbVFyVkI/AAAAAAAABa8/eXVo9msqf3E/s200/2008_01240538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Phb1FyVlI/AAAAAAAABbE/-PIELvxeOx8/s1600-h/2008_01240547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217466120787538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Phb1FyVlI/AAAAAAAABbE/-PIELvxeOx8/s200/2008_01240547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck Laney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhcFFyVmI/AAAAAAAABbM/B8xo4_YpkDw/s1600-h/2008_01240552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217470415754850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhcFFyVmI/AAAAAAAABbM/B8xo4_YpkDw/s200/2008_01240552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point Em'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhclFyVnI/AAAAAAAABbU/0vOVAq2g_rY/s1600-h/2008_01240556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217479005689458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6PhclFyVnI/AAAAAAAABbU/0vOVAq2g_rY/s200/2008_01240556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Ph31FyVoI/AAAAAAAABbc/vThc1iJv4fM/s1600-h/2008_01240557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162217947157124738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Ph31FyVoI/AAAAAAAABbc/vThc1iJv4fM/s200/2008_01240557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3018035276035270760?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3018035276035270760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3018035276035270760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3018035276035270760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3018035276035270760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/tearin-up-mountain.html' title='Tearin&apos; Up The Mountain'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R6Pha1FyVjI/AAAAAAAABa0/qXW1-z1O2aQ/s72-c/2008_01240536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3147294799114501864</id><published>2008-01-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:26:08.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Loss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R51ZRVFyViI/AAAAAAAABas/r68Yas4UBZE/s1600-h/HINCKLEY_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160378902290519586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R51ZRVFyViI/AAAAAAAABas/r68Yas4UBZE/s200/HINCKLEY_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there is great sadness in many homes across the world this night, as we learn of the passing of President Hinckley. What a wonderful man. How blessed we have all been to have had him as our Prophet in our life time. Word can hardly express the gratefulness I have that I was able to hear his counsel and feel of his spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The time has come for us to stand a little taller, to lift our eyes and stretch our minds to a greater comprehension and understanding of the grand millennial mission of this, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.” President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3147294799114501864?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3147294799114501864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3147294799114501864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3147294799114501864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3147294799114501864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-loss.html' title='A Great Loss...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R51ZRVFyViI/AAAAAAAABas/r68Yas4UBZE/s72-c/HINCKLEY_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-1049730530698463916</id><published>2008-01-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:08:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Big Boy Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l641FyVcI/AAAAAAAABZU/JguFviSxWac/s1600-h/2008_01240530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289964872226242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l641FyVcI/AAAAAAAABZU/JguFviSxWac/s200/2008_01240530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l64VFyVbI/AAAAAAAABZM/RxMKeSni-N8/s1600-h/2008_01160524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289956282291634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l64VFyVbI/AAAAAAAABZM/RxMKeSni-N8/s200/2008_01160524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l631FyVaI/AAAAAAAABZE/PxOoxNKmUzA/s1600-h/2008_01160514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289947692357026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l631FyVaI/AAAAAAAABZE/PxOoxNKmUzA/s200/2008_01160514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l63lFyVZI/AAAAAAAABY8/9m8yc1YeMso/s1600-h/2008_01160426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159289943397389714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l63lFyVZI/AAAAAAAABY8/9m8yc1YeMso/s200/2008_01160426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby boy(8 months old) thinks he is a big boy. It makes me so sad. He is standing by himself(of course the only pix I have is blurry). He is over having me feed him baby food, he has to feed himself big boy food. He smiles as big as big can be when he is caught being naughty. I have to keep the bathroom door shut because he is a little mischievous. Today I forgot. As I walked down the hall I see Dillon climbing on the wicker toy box and on to the toilet. Crazy boy, I never had to worry about Laney doing anything of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7u1FyVeI/AAAAAAAABZk/dT3if086BJ4/s1600-h/2008_01240606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290892585162210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7u1FyVeI/AAAAAAAABZk/dT3if086BJ4/s200/2008_01240606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7vlFyVfI/AAAAAAAABZs/eS2DN-WXbJI/s1600-h/2008_01240607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290905470064114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7vlFyVfI/AAAAAAAABZs/eS2DN-WXbJI/s200/2008_01240607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7wFFyVgI/AAAAAAAABZ0/cqiaWZm7QHw/s1600-h/2008_01160453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290914059998722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7wFFyVgI/AAAAAAAABZ0/cqiaWZm7QHw/s200/2008_01160453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7wVFyVhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/FbNpnu1W6sg/s1600-h/2008_01160539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290918354966034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l7wVFyVhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/FbNpnu1W6sg/s200/2008_01160539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-1049730530698463916?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1049730530698463916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=1049730530698463916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1049730530698463916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/1049730530698463916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-big-boy-now.html' title='I&apos;m A Big Boy Now...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5l641FyVcI/AAAAAAAABZU/JguFviSxWac/s72-c/2008_01240530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2151263386832855264</id><published>2008-01-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:04:47.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chow Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laney thinks she is the mom, dad, who am I kidding Laney thinks she is the boss. Sometimes it is nice because she is actually pretty helpful. She loves to feed Dillon. This time she did a great job(pix included), but one time I asked her to feed him while I got ready, well I came out to a pea covered baby(will add pix later). I asked her if she meant to get him all messy and she said not at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gablFyVPI/AAAAAAAABXg/hljM2V5gemU/s1600-h/2008_01160345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158902434268075250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gablFyVPI/AAAAAAAABXg/hljM2V5gemU/s200/2008_01160345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gan1FyVQI/AAAAAAAABXo/tVI05m7_Slw/s1600-h/2008_01160347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158902644721472770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gan1FyVQI/AAAAAAAABXo/tVI05m7_Slw/s200/2008_01160347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gayFFyVRI/AAAAAAAABXw/V9AQPuV_oog/s1600-h/2008_01160350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158902820815131922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gayFFyVRI/AAAAAAAABXw/V9AQPuV_oog/s200/2008_01160350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5ga7FFyVSI/AAAAAAAABX4/d_N-ZY1po18/s1600-h/2008_01160352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158902975433954594" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5ga7FFyVSI/AAAAAAAABX4/d_N-ZY1po18/s200/2008_01160352.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gbFFFyVTI/AAAAAAAABYA/C-1jif4_Q6A/s1600-h/2008_01160354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158903147232646450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gbFFFyVTI/AAAAAAAABYA/C-1jif4_Q6A/s200/2008_01160354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gbP1FyVUI/AAAAAAAABYI/lfsuxs8Go84/s1600-h/2008_01160356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158903331916240194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gbP1FyVUI/AAAAAAAABYI/lfsuxs8Go84/s200/2008_01160356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2151263386832855264?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2151263386832855264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2151263386832855264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2151263386832855264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2151263386832855264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/chow-time.html' title='Chow Time'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R5gablFyVPI/AAAAAAAABXg/hljM2V5gemU/s72-c/2008_01160345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7357858551858658053</id><published>2008-01-16T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:23:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Behind...</title><content type='html'>So I think this is how we all feel since the holidays. Well at least I hope this is how we all feel and that I am not alone in the boat. So the reason I started blogging is so I could share pictures. Even though I am not the best photographer I love pictures, I love seeing other peoples photos, so you have to see mine. Anyway I vowed to myself that I would not get behind on developing or blogging photos but guess what, tonight I finally sat down and went through 545 photos. The last time I downloaded or uploaded(what ever it is)(completely loaded my computer with photos)was the end of October. Needless to say I have a lot of new posts with a lot of photos coming, some are a couple of months behind but oh well. Just quickly we had a wonderful Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years(even though we were in bed by 9:30). OK but I have been major lazy because the day after Christmas I got surgery on my feet. Let me just say to any mom's out there if you want the best vacation of your life, get surgery on your feet and have you hubby stay home for a week. I was really just lazy the week after the surgery, Dr said I had to not be on my feet for 1week. I just have to take a moment to say thank you to my wonderful hubby for being the dad, mom, house keeper, slave, servant, and just about anything else you can think of, the week I was recovering. Really I caught up on some major mag reading(not so much books because after two days of pain meds it's a little hard to concentrate on a lot of words) lots of movie watching, and a lot of don't bother mommy time. Love the kids dearly but come on, it was nice. The very best part is the sweet shoes I got to wear up until about 1 week ago. Photo inset, enjoy. Oh yes I just have to say as I write this at 12:24am it is -4* and feels like -21* outside.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R47_06lEh3I/AAAAAAAABXY/IfsHz8B8JH4/s1600-h/2008_01160513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156339907928819570" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R47_06lEh3I/AAAAAAAABXY/IfsHz8B8JH4/s200/2008_01160513.JPG" width="147" 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/7390854877637134382-7357858551858658053?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7357858551858658053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7357858551858658053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7357858551858658053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7357858551858658053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-far-behind.html' title='So Far Behind...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R47_06lEh3I/AAAAAAAABXY/IfsHz8B8JH4/s72-c/2008_01160513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-5518465888709381373</id><published>2008-01-10T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:00:04.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Robyn Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-5518465888709381373?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5518465888709381373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=5518465888709381373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5518465888709381373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5518465888709381373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-robyn-means-you-are-wild-crazy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-898336325922675892</id><published>2008-01-06T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:24:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F946lEh0I/AAAAAAAABXA/DDF82twOxfM/s1600-h/th_S124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152537865439446850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F946lEh0I/AAAAAAAABXA/DDF82twOxfM/s200/th_S124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F-zalEh1I/AAAAAAAABXI/6O18nnrPKnQ/s1600-h/be_it_unto_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152538870461794130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F-zalEh1I/AAAAAAAABXI/6O18nnrPKnQ/s200/be_it_unto_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F-46lEh2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/leDNtbb75TA/s1600-h/TDYOSGCA7CP8G1CAYMN5XPCAACV3FYCA8S9SPXCAVEIRZBCAXMODH1CARXMCBNCASUFN6GCAJKCZCLCAL64C0ACA6615MPCA8S8V30CA0945FLCAETJ121CAS6PH58CAZY5HA5CAFN71K1CAEOC1KW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it is true what "they" say about your second child, you don't write down every little think they do, praise and applaud, or take quite as many pictures. Dillon is going to be 8 months old tomorrow. The time has just gone right past me. He is crawling around at mock speed, pulling himself up, taking books, DVDs, mags, and anything else he can reach off of shelves, and jabbering(mostly dadadada). It makes me so sad he is growing up so fast. I have to say I have had quite the love affair with my little son, he is so sweet. My Laney is almost 4(Jan 22) really going on about 11( I say 11 because any older and I think we will be getting into the nasty teenage attitude). She really keeps me going, she says things and I think I really don't think you should be saying that you are only 4. The other day I was talking one of her friends at preschool and I said, "Do you want Laney to come play at your house?" She said, "Yes call my mom her # is .......", and rattled off the number. I thought to myself that is great she knows her #. Then I thought what is wrong with me I need to teach Laney our #. Today Laney and I were talking(she never stops)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lane I think you need to learn our #. It starts with what is called an area code and that is 801 then comes the #.&lt;br /&gt;Laney: She rattled off my #.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally floored.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Laney: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Easy teaching for me. About two months ago it was fast Sunday and people were getting up bearing there testimonies. I leaned over to Laney, "Do you want to go up?" "Sure." It was so incredible to see my little girl up there. Today she went up again. Today was also her first day of Sunbeams. I don't think I have ever seen her so excited. She has been talking about it all of December, "In January I get to be a Sunbeam." What joys it truly is to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman who understand the Gospel would ever think that any work is more important or would ever say, "I am just a mother," for mothers heal the souls of men. &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/7390854877637134382-898336325922675892?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/898336325922675892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=898336325922675892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/898336325922675892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/898336325922675892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R4F946lEh0I/AAAAAAAABXA/DDF82twOxfM/s72-c/th_S124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-3994149034034834159</id><published>2008-01-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:40:39.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Cathy...</title><content type='html'>Here is an update for you Cath.  I had a wonderful time visiting with you and Noah today.  Thank you so much for taking the time to come and see us.  We miss you so much.  Especially Bryan since once he comes to Utah he is invisible(next time for sure).  I also am so sad we did not take any pictures.  You are such a wonderful friend and example.  Thanks so much.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-3994149034034834159?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3994149034034834159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=3994149034034834159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3994149034034834159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/3994149034034834159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-ones-for-cathy.html' title='This one&apos;s for Cathy...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2328908664822078293</id><published>2007-12-09T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:20:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney's Picture Perfect...</title><content type='html'>Laney loves taking pictures with my camera. So I though I would post some of her photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5142084033070742881%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3Dgsw4igosROc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2328908664822078293?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2328908664822078293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2328908664822078293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2328908664822078293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2328908664822078293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/laneys-picture-perfect.html' title='Laney&apos;s Picture Perfect...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2306240770853805010</id><published>2007-12-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:33:44.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Melly...</title><content type='html'>My sweetest friend Melissa(melly felly, melina catrina, mel) came to visit. She came out to see Dillon and maybe me, Jeff and Laney. Thanks Melly we had such a fun time with you. Laney and Dillon love you so much. We wish we could see you all the time. Thanks for always being there for my important times. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5140264038959065345%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DcBGC6uF2Y80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2306240770853805010?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2306240770853805010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2306240770853805010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2306240770853805010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2306240770853805010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-melly.html' title='Thanks Melly...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8410822152095805230</id><published>2007-11-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:13:39.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am movie crazy..</title><content type='html'>If you don't know this about me, I would like to tell ya. I am movie crazy. I love watching movies, weather it be at the theater or at home. I love them. So I thought I would share the wonderful movies that I have seen in the past, oh 2 weeks. I have loved all of these movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0ps2GTx5tI/AAAAAAAABM0/zLdkv3ly_oU/s1600-h/23761_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137038001631782610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0ps2GTx5tI/AAAAAAAABM0/zLdkv3ly_oU/s200/23761_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv3GTx5xI/AAAAAAAABNU/_mzNnwyLjk4/s1600-h/29690_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041317346535186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv3GTx5xI/AAAAAAAABNU/_mzNnwyLjk4/s200/29690_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv3GTx5wI/AAAAAAAABNM/EEw7frqqfFA/s1600-h/24547_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041317346535170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv3GTx5wI/AAAAAAAABNM/EEw7frqqfFA/s200/24547_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv22Tx5vI/AAAAAAAABNE/zE6DRtOda0E/s1600-h/23639_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041313051567858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pv22Tx5vI/AAAAAAAABNE/zE6DRtOda0E/s200/23639_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pvpWTx5uI/AAAAAAAABM8/-ER16XSZjSY/s1600-h/10m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041081123333858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pvpWTx5uI/AAAAAAAABM8/-ER16XSZjSY/s200/10m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we have the occasional kid movie going. Lately it has been&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pw1mTx5yI/AAAAAAAABNc/9Rw3J0vv7bk/s1600-h/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137042391088359202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0pw1mTx5yI/AAAAAAAABNc/9Rw3J0vv7bk/s200/rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which I also love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8410822152095805230?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8410822152095805230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8410822152095805230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8410822152095805230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8410822152095805230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-movie-crazy.html' title='I am movie crazy..'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/R0ps2GTx5tI/AAAAAAAABM0/zLdkv3ly_oU/s72-c/23761_p_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7490607780461062675</id><published>2007-11-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:24:59.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Love</title><content type='html'>Gosh today has just been an emotional day. I really think it comes with age. You know when you were little and all of the women in church seemed to always be crying, well now this is me. I cry at everything. Not because I am sad but because I am touched. Sometimes even just thinking about someone important to me will bring on the tears. There have been so many countless people that have touched my life. I am sure many of these people do not know the impact that they have had on me. I rarely share facts about myself, usually because I am not very good at writing things about myself. Today I am sharing a fact and many feelings. I know that most people that come across me would not think that I am a very sensitive person. I tend to show a tougher side more often. Then there are those that know me very well and know how easily I am moved,touched,hurt,and how much I truly love those in my life. Today is a touched day. Today I have thought about my Dad Joe, what a wonderful man. I am truly in awe for the love he showed for myself and my brother. For the life he gave us and for the sacrifices he made for us. I will be forever grateful to have had him be a part of my life. My brother, I just think of him and the tears come. I have so much love for my brother. He and I have been through some challenges in life and with each other. I look at the outstanding man he has become,the wonderful family he has, and my pride for him is overwhelming. My Mommy, there are no words that can even come close to express the love I have for her. I have so much respect for the wonderful person that she is. Her love,caring spirit,mothering talents,sweetness, and strength is immeasurable. I have been more than blessed to have her as my mommy. I have so much gratitude for the wonderful life she has given me. My sweet husband, again no words can even begin to say how much I love him and how grateful I am for him. I am so blessed for the time and devotion he gives to our family. It brings me such joy and peace to see him with our children. The love he gives them us truly unconditional. He is always willing to help no matter what, weather he is exhausted, studying, reading, resting, or even watching his favorite team play(or golfer)he always lends a hand and his heart. The best day of my life was when I got to marry him for all of eternity. Which which made the other best days of my life possible. Starting with the day our daughter Laney was born. What a joy. I look into her beautiful big(big) brown eyes and think, how did I ever get so blessed. She is so full of life and love. I was talking to a friend the other day and Laney was standing with us(also talking), and my friend said, "Wow look at the light that shines within her." It is so true. Laney is really a light that shines so brightly in our family. The other best day of my life is when our sweet little Dillon was born. This little boy sparkles and shines. He is as sweet as pure sugar. Always smiling, his beautiful blue eyes twinkling. When he laughs it truly lightens my soul. He has the most sincere touch, when he reaches out to touch my face, or grasp my finger, or even just lay his hand on my arm, it just makes my heart soar. I feel so blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life. There are so many people I could write about, so many people that have bettered my life, blessed my life, and have helped to make me the person I am today. I only hope and pray that I will continue to be blessed with many more wonderful people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5132218714230004449%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DlFBsShqUrgQ" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7490607780461062675?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7490607780461062675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7490607780461062675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7490607780461062675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7490607780461062675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/pure-love.html' title='Pure Love'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-8105485579892362365</id><published>2007-11-07T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:04:16.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun.....</title><content type='html'>I feel like Halloween lasted for weeks. We had so much fun, so many different things to go to. I know that there are a lot of pix, but like I said it lasted for weeks. Finally on Halloween we made a stop by Grandma Zs office, then to her house to see Grandpa Z, then to Grandpa Loodwins(Woodlands). Then for our last stop Grandma Nette's for our traditional Halloween Chargerito's and Trick 'O' Treating. Can't wait till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobyn.zito%2Falbumid%2F5130173540505810817%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DpIhYlNUe-YI" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-8105485579892362365?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8105485579892362365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=8105485579892362365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8105485579892362365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/8105485579892362365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun.....'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-79457918979201520</id><published>2007-10-03T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:35:14.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RwQWVx1IGwI/AAAAAAAABBk/StOiChbA4-I/s1600-h/2007_10030453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117239640008956674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RwQWVx1IGwI/AAAAAAAABBk/StOiChbA4-I/s200/2007_10030453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being with friends, talking to friends.  I love everything about friends. Last week I had the chance to spend sometime with friends I haven't seen in awhile. I got to have my friend Liesl and her family come spend some time with us as they were passing through Willard. I could not love Liesl more. She is so beautiful, sweet, calm, and such a wonderful Mother. She is such a breath of fresh air. I was so blessed to meet her when we lived in Walnut Creek, CA. What a great week. The very next night my family and my mom went to SLC to meet up with Wendy and Megan Hull(I am so sad I didn't take any pix). Let me just say I love this family, I just wish everyone was there. I have know the Hull's since I was 5. Some of my very best memories ever include the Hull's. Thanks for all of the wonderful times, I hope there are many more to come. You will always be my second family. Then today as I was gearing up to blog I was reading comments from fellow blogger's, I saw a comment from a long lost friend Nora. Nora and I were great friends in High School(Colorado). We have lost touch over the years. I got so excited when I saw her name, I was like a grown-up in a candy shop. Something like this makes blogging all the more worth while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-79457918979201520?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/79457918979201520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=79457918979201520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/79457918979201520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/79457918979201520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/reconnected.html' title='Reconnected'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RwQWVx1IGwI/AAAAAAAABBk/StOiChbA4-I/s72-c/2007_10030453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-2132124786323890194</id><published>2007-10-03T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:30:18.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Blahs...</title><content type='html'>I just have not been feeling up to blogging or anything else for that matter.  I guess we all go through it.  By the way thanks to the ladies that post all on their blogs, not just the happy(look at my wonderful life times) but the real times too.  I know I for sure  have days(many) when I think do I really have to get out of bed today, do I have to shower, do I have to clean the house, do I have to take care of my kids, do I have to go to the store,  do I have to make dinner, do I have to hear mom one more time, and the list goes on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thankfully&lt;/span&gt; we all have wonderful ladies and men in our life to listen to us cry, complain, yell(I wish this did not happen), or just let us be silent.  To all of you out there thank you and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-2132124786323890194?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2132124786323890194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=2132124786323890194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2132124786323890194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/2132124786323890194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogger-blahs.html' title='Blogger Blahs...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-9173495378161734620</id><published>2007-09-25T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:46:05.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvlXTh1IGvI/AAAAAAAABBc/jls8KSbhgVg/s1600-h/pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114214844866239218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvlXTh1IGvI/AAAAAAAABBc/jls8KSbhgVg/s200/pod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fall, actually I love all seasons. That is one of my favorite things about Utah, as soon as you are sick of it being too hot or too cold, it changes. We had our first snow in the mountains on Sunday night/Monday morning. I love it, it is one of the most beautiful sights to me.&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/7390854877637134382-9173495378161734620?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9173495378161734620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=9173495378161734620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/9173495378161734620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/9173495378161734620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the air...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvlXTh1IGvI/AAAAAAAABBc/jls8KSbhgVg/s72-c/pod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-4183709208533073296</id><published>2007-09-18T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:29:01.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney's Comedy Corner</title><content type='html'>O.K. So Laney is constantly cracking us up, but maybe only because we are her parents.  I have decided to do Laney's comedy corner, even though most of my posts will be about her anyway.  Tonight we had Italian-Style Cannellini Bean &amp;amp; Smoked Ham Soup and Banana Squash.  Laney sits down to the table and smells the soup and says smells Italian.  She starts on her soup and is loving it(she is a great eater not very picky at all).  I got some squash for her and she eats it and starts yuck, eew gross. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Just eat it, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;Laney: No yuck.  No it's yum.  and continues&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets back to her soup.  Then I get her another bite because at this point I don't know if she doesn't really like it or is just putting on a show. &lt;br /&gt;Laney: No, don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.K.  Do you want a bite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Laney: Yes&lt;br /&gt;So I give her the bite and her we go again with the yuck(she didn't even take the bite I just touched it to her tongue).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on Laney&lt;br /&gt;Laney: No, its just yellow and no I'm just not a big fan of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-4183709208533073296?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4183709208533073296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=4183709208533073296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4183709208533073296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/4183709208533073296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/laneys-comedy-corner.html' title='Laney&apos;s Comedy Corner'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-604345672643624325</id><published>2007-09-18T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:37:54.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little family intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB4Eh3ykjI/AAAAAAAABBE/gc6NXErtwII/s1600-h/2007_09150181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111717596272693810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB4Eh3ykjI/AAAAAAAABBE/gc6NXErtwII/s200/2007_09150181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB4eB3ykkI/AAAAAAAABBM/A87VpBgLoQU/s1600-h/2007_09150184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111718034359358018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB4eB3ykkI/AAAAAAAABBM/A87VpBgLoQU/s200/2007_09150184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My better than I could have ever asked for hubby, Jeff. I have been married to this sweet, kind, handsome, supportive, patient, hard working man for 7 years.We met at Alta Ski Resort in 1998, both being ski bums(so much fun). I fell in love with him the first time I saw him walking up the stairs. I am even more in love with him today. He is such a wonderful Dad to our two children Laney (3 1/2) and Dillon (4 months). It brings such warmth to my heart to see the love he has for them. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvBxEx3ykdI/AAAAAAAABAU/AgGRYP_kddw/s1600-h/2007_09150168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111709903986266578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvBxEx3ykdI/AAAAAAAABAU/AgGRYP_kddw/s200/2007_09150168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB48h3yklI/AAAAAAAABBU/eb-OOTu95cY/s1600-h/2007_09150290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111718558345368146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB48h3yklI/AAAAAAAABBU/eb-OOTu95cY/s200/2007_09150290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crazy love. Laney(3 1/2) known a Buggy, Lulu, Louie, and her fav Laney Laruskie Papooski. She is so great. Laney is so full of life all of the time, wants to be involved in everything especially everything I am doing. She&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvBxVx3ykeI/AAAAAAAABAc/7bL8pMaHzm0/s1600-h/2007_09150195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111710196044042722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvBxVx3ykeI/AAAAAAAABAc/7bL8pMaHzm0/s200/2007_09150195.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has been a mama's girl from day one. I have a feeling it's because we are two of a kind, but I think she could talk me under the table any day. My life would never be complete without my wonderful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB2zx3ykhI/AAAAAAAABA0/1kQCmFCZeA8/s1600-h/2007_09150381.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB2zx3ykhI/AAAAAAAABA0/1kQCmFCZeA8/s1600-h/2007_09150381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111716208998257170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB2zx3ykhI/AAAAAAAABA0/1kQCmFCZeA8/s200/2007_09150381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111713189636248050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB0EB3ykfI/AAAAAAAABAk/Q4XCjU4lq4Q/s200/2007_09150236.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB2KR3ykgI/AAAAAAAABAs/iNaAZe3D-Fs/s1600-h/2007_09150267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111715496033686018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB2KR3ykgI/AAAAAAAABAs/iNaAZe3D-Fs/s200/2007_09150267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They call me mellow yellow. My sweet little boy Dillon Sutter (4 months). Only really know as Dillon sometimes little brother or little buddy. It does not make Laney happy when people use nicknames for him, she always corrects them and says his name is Dillon Sutter. All I can say is I really did know a baby could be this easy. Dillon is his dad's mellow personality all the way, so easy going. Happy to be held by anyone anytime. He smiles all of the time and not just with his mouth, his entire face changes and his eyes dance and twinkle. He brings such joy to our family. I am so thankful to have him forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB3oh3ykiI/AAAAAAAABA8/zUoLcojcUSg/s1600-h/2007_09150192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111717115236356642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB3oh3ykiI/AAAAAAAABA8/zUoLcojcUSg/s200/2007_09150192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Zito Family Jeff, Robyn, Laney, and Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/7390854877637134382-604345672643624325?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/604345672643624325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=604345672643624325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/604345672643624325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/604345672643624325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-family-intro.html' title='A little family intro'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RvB4Eh3ykjI/AAAAAAAABBE/gc6NXErtwII/s72-c/2007_09150181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-7565386606213975204</id><published>2007-09-15T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:42:39.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like Blogging</title><content type='html'>I really don't like blogging.  I stink at it.  After I started my blog last night I couldn't go to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I finished it, but thanks to my computer shutting down, I went to bed.  Did I sleep?  No, I thought about the stupid blog, trying to figure out how to get the stand alone player to be on my blog.  Now bright and early here I am and I figured it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390854877637134382-7565386606213975204?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7565386606213975204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=7565386606213975204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7565386606213975204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/7565386606213975204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-like-blogging.html' title='I don&apos;t like Blogging'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390854877637134382.post-5253674816892595616</id><published>2007-09-14T21:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:36:55.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/shows/dyn/ty-murrays-celebrity-bull-riding-challenge/series.jhtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RutQrZ7UutI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EWc-HXhFsSU/s1600-h/2007_08120120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110266908806265554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RutQrZ7UutI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EWc-HXhFsSU/s200/2007_08120120.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RutVV57UuuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hDcdVbe-7lA/s1600-h/2007_08120117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110272036997216994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RutVV57UuuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hDcdVbe-7lA/s200/2007_08120117.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RuzAg57UvPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/BeFsbG4WG_A/s1600-h/2007_09150179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110671348696661234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RuzAg57UvPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/BeFsbG4WG_A/s200/2007_09150179.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the words that came out of the mouth of Laney(who is 3 1/2) the entire time we were at Costco today. I might add these words were not said quietly. This child is a child that never stops talking ever. From the time she wakes up to the time she falls asleep she is never at a loss for words. Like tonight Jeff and I were watching Ty Murray's Celebrity Bull Riding Challenge at his mom's(Laney was in the kitchen with her doing dishes, gracing us with her presence every couple minutes). She had just been watching some of the show and back to the kitchen she goes and says, "Grandma this guy just fell off the bull and his armpit got all jacked up". These are the moments I cherish.&lt;/span&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/7390854877637134382-5253674816892595616?l=thezitohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5253674816892595616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390854877637134382&amp;postID=5253674816892595616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5253674816892595616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390854877637134382/posts/default/5253674816892595616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thezitohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/cowboy-up.html' title='Cowboy Up...'/><author><name>The Zito House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798725880245282333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/SY28Xk0IjOI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/MDlhCgF_Yys/S220/47b8d736b3127cce9854c4dd310200000056100CbNmzFuzasU.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BSVTPUjLK3o/RutQrZ7UutI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EWc-HXhFsSU/s72-c/2007_08120120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
