<?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-809652316696053203</id><updated>2011-10-11T08:19:47.328-07:00</updated><category term='Hey'/><title type='text'>Larson Zoo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-1087030922153108870</id><published>2011-01-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:17:11.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we had to let Oscar, the Pug, go.  He was 14 years old and very &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TTenzED6zkI/AAAAAAAAADY/plPXmvOAO38/s1600/oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564100360344882754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TTenzED6zkI/AAAAAAAAADY/plPXmvOAO38/s320/oscar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sick.  He was blind, def and had no voice at all, but he was the sweetest dog.  My favorite memory of him, other than just the way he seemed to saturate you with snot just by breathing close to you, was when all the Larsons were over at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and we were having a picnic and playing games in the back yard.  Nikki was sitting on the grass with all of us, but for some reason Oscar thought Nikki's back would be the best place to lift his leg and relieve himself.  Funny as heck!  He's been much loved by my kids, and fun to have around.  Ace really loved him, too, but he was just too old to play as rough as Ace wanted.  I've never heard any living thing breathe so dang loud in all my life, but what a sweet disposition for such an ugly little thing.  You are loved, Ox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-1087030922153108870?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1087030922153108870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=1087030922153108870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1087030922153108870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1087030922153108870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-we-had-to-let-oscar-pug-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TTenzED6zkI/AAAAAAAAADY/plPXmvOAO38/s72-c/oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-3633427817420081382</id><published>2011-01-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:43:49.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...ouch.</title><content type='html'>I'm well into the second week of my training.  I'm getting ready for the Woman of Steal Triathlon in American Fork.  I was running a few days a week before I started my training, but I'm running every day now, and holy smokes!  I can't believe the difference it makes.  I'm faster, stronger, and my stamina is way up, however, I have the worst case of shin splints ever known to man or woman.  The best way to get rid of them is to stop running for a few weeks.  Not an option.  I'm a bit frusterated, because I can hardly walk today.  I'm hoping a few exercises that I've heard of will help, but I'm a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is in the school play this year.  Oi.  What a great adventure for her, but, dang it, it's a ton of work!  They're doing Mulan, Jr.  (My mom thought it was Mulan Rouge.  In elementry school.  haha.)  She's really excited.  They only allow 5th and 6th graders do the plays, and she's in 4th, but because she takes vocal coaching from the music teacher, she was asked to be in a few of the choruses.  I'm so excited for her!  She's going to do great!  I'm just wondering how we're going to pull off training, play practice, activity days, scouts and the pine wood derby, and the science fair.  I'm tapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-3633427817420081382?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3633427817420081382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=3633427817420081382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3633427817420081382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3633427817420081382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/umouch.html' title='Um...ouch.'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-1162623404630243982</id><published>2011-01-09T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:24:11.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallin's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TSqwBccVhVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Klz_5-GChYs/s1600/Tony%2Band%2BD%2Bbaptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560450228803700050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TSqwBccVhVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Klz_5-GChYs/s320/Tony%2Band%2BD%2Bbaptism.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my sweet boy was baptized.  What a wonderful day!  He's been so excited for MONTHS to reach this amazing mile-stone.  It's hard to look at him and not see the baby he was, and accept the growing boy he is and the young man he's becoming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      He told Tony that he was so nervous before he entered the water, but then as he took his first step into the water, he felt calm and comforted and he knew without a doubt that he was making the right decision.  As we were getting him ready to go to the church, he asked me what would happen if he decided not to get baptized.  I told him it was always his choice, and he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, and it would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  He then, in his simple way, told me he wanted to get baptized because it's the right thing to do.  What a simple declaration of faith.  My heart was full already, and then his simple quiet faith had it overflowing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      The faith that my boy has is so sure and strong, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marvel&lt;/span&gt; at the potential he has to grow into an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unshakable&lt;/span&gt; man.  He loves the gospel and is just beginning to understand the atonement.  I'm so excited to watch his faith grow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     We had so many family members there to support &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt;.  What a blessing it is to have so many in your corner rooting for you and cheering for your triumphs.  All of my children are blessed with wonderful Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents, and wonderful friends that they know they can turn to for guidance, love, and acceptance.  My cup &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-1162623404630243982?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1162623404630243982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=1162623404630243982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1162623404630243982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1162623404630243982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dallins-baptism.html' title='Dallin&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/TSqwBccVhVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Klz_5-GChYs/s72-c/Tony%2Band%2BD%2Bbaptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-1337875973583306298</id><published>2011-01-03T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:32:20.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010....a retrospective....ha.</title><content type='html'>So, last year was in. sane. So much happened. For the first half of the year I was fairly self absorbed as I worked my tail off to be ready for my FIRST SPRINT TRIATHLON! I trained nearly every night to make sure I didn't totally embarrass myself. I ran twice a week, biked twice a week, and swam twice a week. What an amazing feeling I had finishing that race. It was the Woman of Steel tri, and I am still so touched by the stories of the amazing women that ran that race with me. I'm beginning my training again tomorrow (or rather today) to be ready again this year, and I'm hoping to kill my time from last year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, as always, is awesome.  He's working his tail off at Ottley's, training like a marine, and playin' guitar once a week.  His talents are endless.  I won't embarass him anymore...I'm already going to get in trouble for that much being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have changed so very much this past year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is truly turning into a beautiful young woman instead of being a beautiful little girl. She turns 10 this year, and seems as though she's 20 already. She amazes me every day. I don't know what I would do without her. She's the best. She's learning the piano at impressive speeds, and gobbling up books faster then I can get her new ones! She wants to start running with me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin. Wow. What a kid. His energy level just astounds me. It seems there's no end to his desire to just DO something. It's so fun to have a conversation with him. His view of the world is enlightening. He just accepts people for who they are. What a talent that is. He's hating having to learn the piano. (I practically have to strap him to the bench) But he really wants to play the drums, and my rule is he has to learn to read music first. Why not learn to use it at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is just ha. lar. i. ous. She has this laugh that makes you think of naughty little faeries. She's so strong willed that I know she knows her mind and how to use it. She's loving preschool and making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max. My Max. What a kid. That little guy can weedle his way out of ANY amount of trouble.  This past year he's learned so many new things.  His vocab is REDICULOUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest arrival...Ace.  Yep.  We did it.  We got a puppy, though how you can use such a smally innocent word to discribe that beast is far beyond me.  He's 5 months old now, well over 40 lbs, and still growing.  He's a springer spanial/lab mix.  We got him from the Ruff Patch Rescue (amazing BTW) and we've loved every minute of the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...there it is in a nutshell.  Pretty vague, I know, but like I said...I'll try to be better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-1337875973583306298?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1337875973583306298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=1337875973583306298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1337875973583306298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1337875973583306298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010a-retrospectiveha.html' title='2010....a retrospective....ha.'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-5122761061104195240</id><published>2011-01-03T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:07:41.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's so cliche' this time of year to make resolutions, and not keep them...but I find it helpful at the beginning of the new year to start over and try to do better.  So, here's ONE of my many resolutions.  I'm going to try my hardest to keep my blog updated.  I'm hoping my amazing, beautiful, sweet, talented sister-in-law will help me figure this thing out. (Stacy, was that enough sucking up?  'Cuz if not, I could go on!!)  I'm not what one could term 'computer savvy'.  I'm not even computer functional, if we're getting to be really honest.  But hopefully with Stacy's help, I can make a resolution I can get behind.  So, Stacy...buckle up.  It's going to be a bumpy ride!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-5122761061104195240?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5122761061104195240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=5122761061104195240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/5122761061104195240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/5122761061104195240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-3956784132241829370</id><published>2009-07-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:35:29.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/Sm0gU2sFAyI/AAAAAAAAACU/BISux43n5co/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362978273917993762" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/Sm0gU2sFAyI/AAAAAAAAACU/BISux43n5co/s200/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY SMOKES!!!! It's been forever that I've updated!! Crazy busy. So, Max is walking, and starting to talk and blow kisses and all kinds of cute stuff! Lauren is potty training. Dallin is a sports fanatic. Abby got baptized. And in between all that...Tony is working like crazy, and I'm running around crazy after everyone. I'm going to try to be better about updating this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-3956784132241829370?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3956784132241829370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=3956784132241829370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3956784132241829370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3956784132241829370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-smokes-its-been-forever-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/Sm0gU2sFAyI/AAAAAAAAACU/BISux43n5co/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-3772965503929151857</id><published>2008-08-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:24:45.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're all doing well.  Tony, of course, is working hard at the office and at home.  He's got so many projects he doesn't know where to start...poor guy.  Debbie's tired but that's to be expected.  Trying to keep up with 4 very busy kids would wear anyone out.  She's starting to train for a 10k and is hoping to try for a sprint triathlon.  We'll see how that goes.  Abby's getting geared up for 2nd grade at Forbes Elementry.  She can't wait to get back into it and see all her friends.  The scary part of back to school for Dallin is done.  Kindergarden shots!!! Not fun.  But he's really excited to go to a new school and make new friends.  He's not even nervous.  Lauren is characteristiclly driving her mom crazy.  She's learning new words and phrases every day, and has learned that if she laughs while she's being scolded, mom can't keep a straight face.  (It just kills me) Max is growing like a weed and is being spoiled rotten buy everyone.  Already 2 months old!!  It feels like we just had him.  Anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-3772965503929151857?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3772965503929151857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=3772965503929151857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3772965503929151857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3772965503929151857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-all-doing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-9162329464618998286</id><published>2008-08-06T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:14:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJovWZhF2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vTcHp2V3wS0/s1600-h/maxgoal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231545978997562354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJovWZhF2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vTcHp2V3wS0/s320/maxgoal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is doing well.  He weighs 8 lbs 7 oz.  He loves to be held and has started cooing and smiling.  He's so cute!!!!  He sleeps well.  He usually lets me get 4 or 5 hours at a time at night.  He's going to Primary Children's Hosp. tomorrow for a communicating hydracele.  The best way to explain that one is to tell you to google it.  He's chunkin' out well and developing great!  You'd never know he was so preemie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-9162329464618998286?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9162329464618998286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=9162329464618998286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/9162329464618998286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/9162329464618998286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/goal.html' title='GOAL!!!'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJovWZhF2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vTcHp2V3wS0/s72-c/maxgoal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-6913222742854650049</id><published>2008-08-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:08:24.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a quiet 4th with Max being so little, but Grandma and Grandpa Larson came over for dinner and then we watched fire works...well not all of us.  Lauren got really sick and had to go to bed.  Looking at her in this pic. she looks like she sure didn't feel very good.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJouX6HIzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/91t-BaaTaw4/s1600-h/kids4thofjuly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544905415315234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJouX6HIzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/91t-BaaTaw4/s320/kids4thofjuly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-6913222742854650049?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6913222742854650049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=6913222742854650049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/6913222742854650049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/6913222742854650049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJouX6HIzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/91t-BaaTaw4/s72-c/kids4thofjuly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-8673753100191179165</id><published>2008-08-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:04:33.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJotW0cuzUI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykpmFyuGFCU/s1600-h/jumpin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231543787203775810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJotW0cuzUI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykpmFyuGFCU/s320/jumpin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Passmore gave us a trampoline for Christmas, and we FINALLY got it all figured out.  THANX GUYS!!!  Pretty soon we'll have it in the ground, but the kids couldn't wait to try it out.  We all love to play on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-8673753100191179165?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8673753100191179165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=8673753100191179165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8673753100191179165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8673753100191179165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumpin-around.html' title='Jumpin&apos; around'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SJotW0cuzUI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykpmFyuGFCU/s72-c/jumpin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-6161405053783688844</id><published>2008-07-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:51:29.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Outti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw48Gj9bxI/AAAAAAAAABk/k13HzG_2H_0/s1600-h/escape3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218608673420308242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw48Gj9bxI/AAAAAAAAABk/k13HzG_2H_0/s320/escape3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! after 2 hours of sitting around and waiting to get outta Dodge, we could finally load Max up and head for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-6161405053783688844?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6161405053783688844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=6161405053783688844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/6161405053783688844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/6161405053783688844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-utti.html' title='We&apos;re Outti'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw48Gj9bxI/AAAAAAAAABk/k13HzG_2H_0/s72-c/escape3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-7961931914004409687</id><published>2008-07-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:23:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw3TyiY2hI/AAAAAAAAABc/kM_odTZ0I14/s1600-h/kids3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218606881338612242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw3TyiY2hI/AAAAAAAAABc/kM_odTZ0I14/s320/kids3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are so happy to have baby Max home.  Abby and Dallin love to hold him, and Lauren sure thinks he's funny.  She laughs at him every time he makes a noise.  She also loves to play with his fingers and find his eyes.  Abby is such a great helper with him, and Dallin can't stop kissing him.  It's so nice to have our family FINALLY whole and complete.  We are so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-7961931914004409687?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7961931914004409687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=7961931914004409687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7961931914004409687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7961931914004409687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-are-so-happy-to-have-baby-max-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw3TyiY2hI/AAAAAAAAABc/kM_odTZ0I14/s72-c/kids3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-2860507304500306345</id><published>2008-07-02T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:18:00.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw1V6P041I/AAAAAAAAABU/U78ZysNvgIk/s1600-h/breakinoutwithdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218604718744724306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw1V6P041I/AAAAAAAAABU/U78ZysNvgIk/s320/breakinoutwithdad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Max and Tony getting ready to make a break for it. YEAH!!!  On Monday June 30th, Max's 1 month B-Day, we finally got to bring Max home.  What a relief.  We'll miss the awesome nurses and we'll forever love them and appriciate the care they gave our boy.  We'll never forget them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-2860507304500306345?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2860507304500306345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=2860507304500306345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/2860507304500306345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/2860507304500306345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-me-outta-here.html' title='GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGw1V6P041I/AAAAAAAAABU/U78ZysNvgIk/s72-c/breakinoutwithdad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-7446386972888447040</id><published>2008-07-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:09:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGwzr3jkKwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q305f2sjO8Y/s1600-h/maxtubeless5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218602896956074754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGwzr3jkKwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q305f2sjO8Y/s320/maxtubeless5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is Max after the first time he got his NG tube and O2 out of his nose.  Isn't he so cute!! About 3 hours later, I was feeding him a bottle and he desated down to 65 and started turning blue.  Scared me to death!!! Needless to say, they put the tube back in and the O2 on again.  We found out that the problem was that his crits were too low, so the Dr. decided to put him on an iron supplement, and a few days later we were able to remove everything again and he's held his own ever since.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-7446386972888447040?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7446386972888447040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=7446386972888447040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7446386972888447040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7446386972888447040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-this-is-max-after-first-time-he-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SGwzr3jkKwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q305f2sjO8Y/s72-c/maxtubeless5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-980446435455627340</id><published>2008-06-11T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:04:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA9jlhRgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdNB2ltwNEk/s1600-h/CIMG1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732450444050546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA9jlhRgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdNB2ltwNEk/s320/CIMG1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren was hamming it up this morning. She seems like a giant next to Max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-980446435455627340?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/980446435455627340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=980446435455627340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/980446435455627340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/980446435455627340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/lauren-was-hamming-it-up-this-morning.html' title='Funny girl'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA9jlhRgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdNB2ltwNEk/s72-c/CIMG1267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-5377733446216373247</id><published>2008-06-11T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:59:57.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA8kVhRgGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gM495rQz9KI/s1600-h/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731363817324642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA8kVhRgGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gM495rQz9KI/s320/CIMG1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Max!!! He still has his oxygen in and the white tube is his feeding tube. They've capped off his feedings at a whopping 30 mLs (1 oz) for now because he's started to spit up more than he should, but he's maintaining his weight and doing really well. I got my first spit up all over me today, so exciting. He loves to cuddle and gets really mad when we change his pants. They took off the oxygen for about 30 minutes today, but he's not quite ready to have it off. We're at about 27 % oxygen with a level 3 pressure, but we'll start weening him off in another day or two. The funny circles on the sides of his face are just to hold the nasal canula onto his face, but they don't stop him from trying to rip it out of his nose. He's not a fan of that dumb thing up his nose. Dang he's fiesty!!! More pix to come soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-5377733446216373247?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5377733446216373247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=5377733446216373247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/5377733446216373247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/5377733446216373247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-max.html' title='Here&apos;s Max'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SkqGwStHn5A/SFA8kVhRgGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gM495rQz9KI/s72-c/CIMG1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-1776500609358262034</id><published>2008-06-10T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:29:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Pretty soon I will figure out how to post pix.  Plus, it doesn't help that the kids got a hold of the camera and deleted alot of my pix.  Cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-1776500609358262034?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1776500609358262034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=1776500609358262034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1776500609358262034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/1776500609358262034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-8042012680442258306</id><published>2008-06-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:27:09.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony and I</title><content type='html'>So, needless to say, Tony and I are both pooped. We can't wait for Max to get home and things to get back to normal. Tony's, of course, working hard all the time. He keeps me sain by keeping me laughing. I'm trying to juggle all my time between being home enough and being at the hospital enough. My blood pressure has now become too low and every time I stand up I feel like I'm going to pass out. NICE! But all in all Tony and I are doing great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-8042012680442258306?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8042012680442258306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=8042012680442258306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8042012680442258306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8042012680442258306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/tony-and-i.html' title='Tony and I'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-8505928485633090331</id><published>2008-06-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:27:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren</title><content type='html'>What a funny girl. I don't quite know where to start with this one. She's learning alot, fast!!! Especially how to get her way. She loves to sing songs, and spin in circles. Tony loves to get her to spin really fast and then try to run to mommy. The poor child is going to loose major brain cells from hitting her head so many times. She's learned tons of words, but her fav is to sign the word "more" and if you don't know what she wants more of...you're toast. She's really good at making us laugh and drinking all your soda. She has no clue that Max is a real live baby and will soon be coming home to stay...but I'm sure she love baby "AAP" and smuther him as much as she can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-8505928485633090331?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8505928485633090331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=8505928485633090331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8505928485633090331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/8505928485633090331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/lauren.html' title='Lauren'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-7506138237042304304</id><published>2008-06-10T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:27:54.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallin</title><content type='html'>Dallin continues to be Dallin. He's full of energy, and everything he decides to do, he does well. Right now he's playing T-ball. He's learning to hit coach pitch, and he's doing great! He's also doing swim lessons, and he's doing well with that, too. He's not a big fan of deep water, but who can blame him...he's so short, he can't touch the bottom. He'll start soccor in a few months, which he can't wait for. That's his fav. He loves to play on the Wii. And loves to torchure Lauren...which he's also really good at. He's my comic relief during the day. He also got to go into the NICU twice and see Max. He can't wait to be able to share his room with his little bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-7506138237042304304?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7506138237042304304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=7506138237042304304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7506138237042304304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7506138237042304304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/dallin.html' title='Dallin'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-7543291435319179676</id><published>2008-06-10T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:28:09.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>Abby is doing great! She's loving swim lessons. She's told me that she's almost drowned only twice. She's pretty excited about that. Abby will be starting piano lessons this month. She's really excited about that. We'll see how much she likes it when she has to practice every day. She's been able to go into the NICU 2 times (every Sunday) to see Max, and she can't wait to get him home so that she can help hold, feed, and change him. She's pushing hard to get dance lessons in the fall, so we'll see about that when the time comes. Abby continues to be a fantastic help at home with Lauren and everything that I ask her to do. Sometimes I wonder if I could do it without her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-7543291435319179676?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7543291435319179676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=7543291435319179676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7543291435319179676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/7543291435319179676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/abby.html' title='Abby'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-3596851535579823313</id><published>2008-06-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:28:29.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>Max is doing great! He's gained 9 oz. and now weighs 4 lbs 6 oz. He's had to go back on oxygen, but it's okay...what Dr. Gertzman said is when the baby starts to tollerate his feedings so well, and increase the amount(he's almost taking 1 whole ounce!!), the diaphram pushes up into the lungs, and makes it alittle hard for the lungs to expand well, especially when it's a preemie that we're talking about. But, he'll grow out of needing the Oxygen soon. All the nurses are in love with him and call him super baby because he's such a fighter. Max doesn't like to be bothered. He pushes the nurses hands away if they bug him and throughs fits if they make him mad. He also acts like he's alot older than he is, and he's flying through all the steps he needs to take to get out of the hospital. He's the cutest thing in the world. He makes the funniest faces and he's actually laughed a couple of times. We are so blessed that he is so far along in his progress. We were expecting things to be so much harder for him then they were. Stay tuned for more info. He changes every day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-3596851535579823313?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3596851535579823313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=3596851535579823313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3596851535579823313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3596851535579823313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809652316696053203.post-3288319371638969107</id><published>2008-06-10T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:30:01.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey'/><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!!! I've decided to join the crowd and start up a blog page. I know, I know, don't laugh. I have no idea what I'm doing, so just bare with me. I also thought this would be the best way to keep everyone up to date on how Max and all the kiddies are doing. Hope I don't embarrass myself too much. PS there's no critiquing my spelling. You know you love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809652316696053203-3288319371638969107?l=larsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3288319371638969107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=809652316696053203&amp;postID=3288319371638969107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3288319371638969107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809652316696053203/posts/default/3288319371638969107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Larson Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03148098504339665455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
