tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4776364517457702142024-03-13T03:41:15.566-07:00The Edwards EditionExtra! Extra! Read All About Us...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-76143248908341501582010-09-30T21:55:00.003-07:002010-09-30T22:20:06.224-07:00Provo River Half MarathonBack in June, my friend Tiffany asked me if I wanted to run a half marathon with her and her sister. I have been wanting to do one for awhile but have had some serious doubts, 13.1 miles is a long way...<br /><br />Well after some debates with myself, I decided I had to try, had to prove I could at least finish. I had until August 7th, so I pulled up a 10 week training schedule on the internet and read all the info I could. I also made a bet with some good friends to train, which helped too (Accountability!!) I read 2 things while researching that I kept in my head while training and racing: 1. Don't worry about the time on your 1st race, just simply finish. 2. "Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian.<br /><br />To make a long story short: I didn't sleep the night before, I psyched myself out, froze my tail off while waiting for the race to start, did the mass start at the front of the pack (big mistake), ran too fast at the start (another big mistake) and eventually about Mile 8 started cramping in my side and it just wouldn't quit. I had to run until it killed, then walk until it was bearable, then run again, it was so ridiculous and I was so pissed (I never cramped while training). All of which didn't help either. Finally at Mile 12, I was so pissed off with the cramp situation, I was like screw this I am running and if I pass out so be it. I finished with an official chip time of 2:26:55. Not terrible, but not exactly what I was hoping for. I was passed by so many people who I never thought could or would pass me, old people, young people, heavy people, injured people, you get the picture. I was served a huge plate of Humble Pie.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpIKTTvm9nD0ruHM89sxgL3cnwNNinffVzLPhfiBrP2tc9o91YVZmXjYKXlehG28y_KM8GP7lpHJpUaAMYvWx29y9WlUfZuKfE9i3TLe279oLCy-LylaE8o7_mQCLKJHk41YVbhGLuyQ/s1600/Provo+River+Half-Bree.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpIKTTvm9nD0ruHM89sxgL3cnwNNinffVzLPhfiBrP2tc9o91YVZmXjYKXlehG28y_KM8GP7lpHJpUaAMYvWx29y9WlUfZuKfE9i3TLe279oLCy-LylaE8o7_mQCLKJHk41YVbhGLuyQ/s320/Provo+River+Half-Bree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522942412978119938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My hope is to do another one and finish with a better time and be able to run the whole time with no cramping. I guess only time will tell...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-2748760017327440302010-09-30T21:37:00.005-07:002010-09-30T21:53:33.396-07:00Ist Days of School 2010Let me just start by saying I have a love/hate relationship with year-round school. The short summer totally sucks, but I do love having all of December off (B-track rocks). With that said, Abby had her 1st day of 2nd grade on July 26th (uggh, I know), she had to start a new school and was lucky enough to have some cool buddies to show her the ropes. Thanks Brock and Parker!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWsdk6WItQJ5QcIWwTo5DlG_sVH8dIFSFdQ7hMzfROKQ-UMBqGExA66AZ04BFgENWBKiotBItXosno7GT3-fP-CytLZNkLYSFYuvpiFr-yovyW39AJ3BqHFjAYTeNqEYVxptXuhq9DIk/s1600/IMG_0552.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWsdk6WItQJ5QcIWwTo5DlG_sVH8dIFSFdQ7hMzfROKQ-UMBqGExA66AZ04BFgENWBKiotBItXosno7GT3-fP-CytLZNkLYSFYuvpiFr-yovyW39AJ3BqHFjAYTeNqEYVxptXuhq9DIk/s320/IMG_0552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522934245186661362" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZizuEZF-4inCpL5FG14krxgkigiUvUlmKe9BKKc0DOsOuiy1DVEPmQpJBY8tHNBcs0YYEAlcbgaZBl0muTtyIsllXzGTtnLpnJBwAsRGC3P24oCT8U8ESm8wUMC-YD37KBDQo1zmoXE/s1600/IMG_0553.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZizuEZF-4inCpL5FG14krxgkigiUvUlmKe9BKKc0DOsOuiy1DVEPmQpJBY8tHNBcs0YYEAlcbgaZBl0muTtyIsllXzGTtnLpnJBwAsRGC3P24oCT8U8ESm8wUMC-YD37KBDQo1zmoXE/s320/IMG_0553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522934570204693858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hadley's 1st day of preschool (year #2 of 3) started on August 3rd and I already know she adores her preschool and the teachers. It's them I worry about =p<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_IF1-W2y8yreOCFR_wkrDspiwSTpDa9hyphenhyphenLIXJt8UUEHCFr3upkcJ5qVu9Gt8IvyDE9nGJjq9jUL5BET1OV1lH34qqoFlg_EIwaUNV7W2nkntQIQWQATxzuZJZMeoqzXKqsUmreKORFA/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_IF1-W2y8yreOCFR_wkrDspiwSTpDa9hyphenhyphenLIXJt8UUEHCFr3upkcJ5qVu9Gt8IvyDE9nGJjq9jUL5BET1OV1lH34qqoFlg_EIwaUNV7W2nkntQIQWQATxzuZJZMeoqzXKqsUmreKORFA/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522935512728655010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am so grateful that my kids have the opportunity to go to the good schools they do and that they are so willing to go and learn.<br /><br />Happy School Days to you!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-48950605207053249262010-09-30T21:02:00.007-07:002010-09-30T21:36:09.082-07:00Abby is 7Who knew when their kids were younger and you kept hearing "Enjoy them now, they grow up so fast" or "Don't wish time away, they'll be grown before you know it" that those people actually knew what they were talking about? I was like "uh-huh whatever" and here I stand with a 7 year old reminiscing about her being a baby and wondering where 7 years went. I sure wish I could have more than just a few re-do's.<br /><br />I have decided 7 is the turning point, they are no longer little kids. It makes me sad. So, here you go folks, I present my 7 year old:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQ7sjokeF9aW6lzAhTMpT1rBiRINo0BObzwF0NrNq-WVXt_2Ecxx5nmBkUbUtDIxk3EuYPVujJUXiboGySdkVo4aomY23P1WKsHWM6a5j48oBMJ5Qxe4e941DuisU4O04bSjKHzEf2X8/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQ7sjokeF9aW6lzAhTMpT1rBiRINo0BObzwF0NrNq-WVXt_2Ecxx5nmBkUbUtDIxk3EuYPVujJUXiboGySdkVo4aomY23P1WKsHWM6a5j48oBMJ5Qxe4e941DuisU4O04bSjKHzEf2X8/s200/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522926805778437410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We celebrated Abby's birthday while we were in Oregon and she thought it was so cool to turn 7 in another state!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtA9qjczrR1NX_Ku7dSrPQtKzo86tYViKooAOhw0vZG-zsm9LEbXBQY6jGsw9BEyN2CFZ2pEcqrk9JfpEbKXiax8g0VkNNVhKOIORUrFrrKOLo64GZAAA2vCv_rBg7-4QSzAtM7eBjN5I/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtA9qjczrR1NX_Ku7dSrPQtKzo86tYViKooAOhw0vZG-zsm9LEbXBQY6jGsw9BEyN2CFZ2pEcqrk9JfpEbKXiax8g0VkNNVhKOIORUrFrrKOLo64GZAAA2vCv_rBg7-4QSzAtM7eBjN5I/s320/IMG_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522931536559564018" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is standing next to her "BIG" gift from Mom & Dad, her keyboard and bench. And piano lessons and books. Who asks for that kind of stuff for their birthday? Well, you're lookin' at her! She was so funny and kept saying "No way, no way. Mom, NOOOO WAY!" I don't think she liked it all....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L44pat9s5m_1Lzx2wkCWYCg2z5fTMUvWYcNXs6O1DUf9-sVvatmHgh8bq8g71LhHxQnQTD4lL1egGWtSAclyON6nxkjx4JhXz1K9pjLFmo9XAIp6BiV_9B7yZRWBh8H2y1Kwg5iSl0o/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L44pat9s5m_1Lzx2wkCWYCg2z5fTMUvWYcNXs6O1DUf9-sVvatmHgh8bq8g71LhHxQnQTD4lL1egGWtSAclyON6nxkjx4JhXz1K9pjLFmo9XAIp6BiV_9B7yZRWBh8H2y1Kwg5iSl0o/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522928123075951138" border="0" /></a><br />And all she wanted to do was go to the aquarium for her birthday and so that is just what we did. It was very cool and she was so fascinated with all of the animals and their "FACTS". She is the queen of "did you know...." and "listen to this..." I'm just glad she had a great birthday. I sure love her, she is a great kid.<br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS ABBY!<br /><br />So for now, I will be okay with her being 7, but I will admit they do grow up right before your eyes and you do in fact wonder where all the time went. All those parents before us, they do really know what they are talking about =)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-75080518977046249362010-08-30T13:56:00.038-07:002010-08-31T12:55:26.975-07:00Newport, Oregon July 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuR8AgcpK9D5eUb5rrCwEtC8FNHbY1C9vdjc6c4oIB-O4jQPRHIuQumsv79QKv5FEP15pNU011k3K2YEOU6Y5dAO6e_T9DEJLlsooLxnX_zraniSKhkReoRj9a1Btz23XMZGXu_O4qcs/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuR8AgcpK9D5eUb5rrCwEtC8FNHbY1C9vdjc6c4oIB-O4jQPRHIuQumsv79QKv5FEP15pNU011k3K2YEOU6Y5dAO6e_T9DEJLlsooLxnX_zraniSKhkReoRj9a1Btz23XMZGXu_O4qcs/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511314456286356322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In July, we were able to visit Justun's Uncle Dave and Aunt Nancy in Newport for 9 days. It was so nice to see them and I immediately fell in LOVE with Newport. I seriously could live there, I wish I could live there. We drove because plane tickets were just too expensive, and I have to say the girls did SOOO good being in the car for 16 hours. Its hard as an adult to sit in the car for that long, let alone be a kid and sit that long. Our DVD player, their iPods, coloring books and watching for different state license plates kept us sane. We also got a nice surprise on Saturday morning when Jessica showed up on the front porch, driving all night from LA. It was awesome. Now the pics:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyqeU82OZoQP-dGio-MFXomrcfGIivD642INQA_WzkL72BaZsVFi5ktNfG6r9IhQzRUxbUo_CTWYnxjebSIfeQv_KcMDdvk-x0d8aK7XnyMsYYzrwCXxi3N7DnYG9p_cIASM6s6MMrec/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyqeU82OZoQP-dGio-MFXomrcfGIivD642INQA_WzkL72BaZsVFi5ktNfG6r9IhQzRUxbUo_CTWYnxjebSIfeQv_KcMDdvk-x0d8aK7XnyMsYYzrwCXxi3N7DnYG9p_cIASM6s6MMrec/s200/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511312375985542210" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoQtoErqOWIS4OzJ90lSD8QEjpwkGpN-mRMjqE5G8DIIGDKvblhqvcp6rHutYsHPn0054Xlba50O-y4zjjCg-TcWUzJ7MLIpyufX8eUTxMlR-WKX7U9SG5H86vJqcVLLCVsi5bEuwIRE/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoQtoErqOWIS4OzJ90lSD8QEjpwkGpN-mRMjqE5G8DIIGDKvblhqvcp6rHutYsHPn0054Xlba50O-y4zjjCg-TcWUzJ7MLIpyufX8eUTxMlR-WKX7U9SG5H86vJqcVLLCVsi5bEuwIRE/s200/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511312799300742290" border="0" /></a><br />OK, so literally around the corner from Dave & Nancy's house is the Historic Bayfront. You walk out onto the boardwalk and this is what you see. In the second picture, I ran along the Bay road in front of those houses RIGHT along the ocean. I can't even begin to explain how beautiful it was and the air was so clean and crisp. I even picked out a house on my run that I pretend will be mine if we lived there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l6tJTEfEvoyo7PNGDJo8HZgEnxwAaqn9BQl_QpEiSE7n_aIinDoBSffJvbxw9UNIZBGmmdEGLdD8F_V5nqsbJkHY6c83MXj-yoOEytTrYSTW_Ifus-oJlYCmRFWEX8v_3GqvWDIhqgU/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l6tJTEfEvoyo7PNGDJo8HZgEnxwAaqn9BQl_QpEiSE7n_aIinDoBSffJvbxw9UNIZBGmmdEGLdD8F_V5nqsbJkHY6c83MXj-yoOEytTrYSTW_Ifus-oJlYCmRFWEX8v_3GqvWDIhqgU/s200/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511314799525185410" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dtQYN55MNCK21CtBSlWw4wf19cW2mThySal-DhbgcGpNaPJSbflQ1c35cdZignkfcq0sXXPiXLyWiKUwYaQUvnU7Mzk7H22cCeRabV05At2Qpns-04lEVbyQUSTjkdrTwJ5bJIadcVo/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dtQYN55MNCK21CtBSlWw4wf19cW2mThySal-DhbgcGpNaPJSbflQ1c35cdZignkfcq0sXXPiXLyWiKUwYaQUvnU7Mzk7H22cCeRabV05At2Qpns-04lEVbyQUSTjkdrTwJ5bJIadcVo/s200/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511315431116892274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWq2EMe6fyTBPuEUiOFEhm6y506Jpoztb8GVKSHsI2MJqB2pOUA4bWvkWYLooqHpZI7SpWuiC4C-eL0ikir0fLSznCrw_U18Nnf7QDe7Ys-Vnx0VmIZGWrVgjy3vlweiwMWrvE69WVzF0/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWq2EMe6fyTBPuEUiOFEhm6y506Jpoztb8GVKSHsI2MJqB2pOUA4bWvkWYLooqHpZI7SpWuiC4C-eL0ikir0fLSznCrw_U18Nnf7QDe7Ys-Vnx0VmIZGWrVgjy3vlweiwMWrvE69WVzF0/s200/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511315874041801666" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujhSL4PFti6Mw-7d1YkHfXdlyl0_KY40vvvOVH_reoVLsPgg1YAntR4hYcGsryrVvxaIZVaPLN78bl5FzunAjmFMbiyCI9ifoTfNxI8fP_Xqq1X4BaBkbJJtGG4VR8zMk0S1wCcHsCpo/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujhSL4PFti6Mw-7d1YkHfXdlyl0_KY40vvvOVH_reoVLsPgg1YAntR4hYcGsryrVvxaIZVaPLN78bl5FzunAjmFMbiyCI9ifoTfNxI8fP_Xqq1X4BaBkbJJtGG4VR8zMk0S1wCcHsCpo/s200/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511316336311108290" border="0" /></a><br />So, here are a few of my favorite things along the Bayfront.<br />The smell of fish and salt in the air was so refreshing for me.<br />I LOVED this candy shoppe, they had all kinds of old-fashioned<br />candy that brought me back to when I was a kid. Justun had to<br />keep me under control.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kaim-2ArUhds1czjr1dYLHLsRTTMoTy96trtgsyQPSXnzQiPFLjjjKPclj2Phc6kwyM0aIPZN_OYM5cvzr2i_DpFMrUHQ11-17Y2ElREp-EhYvSgJDulvJtfgDh4HWEkvYdnroKhgiw/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kaim-2ArUhds1czjr1dYLHLsRTTMoTy96trtgsyQPSXnzQiPFLjjjKPclj2Phc6kwyM0aIPZN_OYM5cvzr2i_DpFMrUHQ11-17Y2ElREp-EhYvSgJDulvJtfgDh4HWEkvYdnroKhgiw/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511317745311277874" border="0" /></a><br />This is me before my first fishing trip, I am not gonna lie, I got sick.<br />I was fine for awhile and then I started rocking right along with the boat.<br />I am proud to say I didn't blow chunks, but I would have if I didn't lay down.<br />It was FREEZING out on the ocean too, my muscles were sore the next day from shivering so hard. And surprise, surprise no fish for me. To be honest I didn't care...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRN3axPjgZWxThEWKh_-oTa_RHrfiYpB4T1XH2VLw44COcxzj1a8TOVwjDf4AKbjtaBOtA8Lhp3-r3-fLUvnWuNEh4mkutFcztASaJMjaCf4fzSTgvliVvrokv4kIKBYtVihQF8_h21XY/s1600/IMG_0329.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRN3axPjgZWxThEWKh_-oTa_RHrfiYpB4T1XH2VLw44COcxzj1a8TOVwjDf4AKbjtaBOtA8Lhp3-r3-fLUvnWuNEh4mkutFcztASaJMjaCf4fzSTgvliVvrokv4kIKBYtVihQF8_h21XY/s200/IMG_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511319264224617202" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcE7Te6LIf6_dXlEAVtyIirJ1YcNKPGsHv4Y0qwXo1rgq8vsbygiFzG52H-QwhquMWokzU96QI3_b5DuQCc1_-wcWazV0TsmxE4bC9Pfjrf5m9jpJSAkaSFYFqhFZEvzOIrkI6LeftMeA/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcE7Te6LIf6_dXlEAVtyIirJ1YcNKPGsHv4Y0qwXo1rgq8vsbygiFzG52H-QwhquMWokzU96QI3_b5DuQCc1_-wcWazV0TsmxE4bC9Pfjrf5m9jpJSAkaSFYFqhFZEvzOIrkI6LeftMeA/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511324233885014322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifooquZePttiFL1nVegc2bBN0Uz66MkhtWAMFoYJIWjWgGXm8UEGXMqRq9IYK3ZervojmPSmBO7uCjJoEv9d_m5cqW6U_E9ed8WYCAQaGP1O7vzqie0NLBTnHi_t4rvsCcmxP6g72maQE/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifooquZePttiFL1nVegc2bBN0Uz66MkhtWAMFoYJIWjWgGXm8UEGXMqRq9IYK3ZervojmPSmBO7uCjJoEv9d_m5cqW6U_E9ed8WYCAQaGP1O7vzqie0NLBTnHi_t4rvsCcmxP6g72maQE/s200/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511321141964775522" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TOnmkj4efM9QjhyphenhyphenIJ_fg6yPIhMELPnl0ErMCHUYkCa762zRaT7kXuNHtV2aCVvdjpylSEwJWMr6txZ3G7heAqbn5XY_s9w1RevCJp61zvs9wzKZQKgr_jzG7dJ6KipwTdcky-DiM0MY/s1600/CIMG0080.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TOnmkj4efM9QjhyphenhyphenIJ_fg6yPIhMELPnl0ErMCHUYkCa762zRaT7kXuNHtV2aCVvdjpylSEwJWMr6txZ3G7heAqbn5XY_s9w1RevCJp61zvs9wzKZQKgr_jzG7dJ6KipwTdcky-DiM0MY/s200/CIMG0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511320376744874306" border="0" /></a><br />Abby really wanted to see the lighthouse, and so Yaquina Bay Lighthouse here we come. We climbed all the stairs to the top (I can't remember how many stairs, but I'm sure Abby could tell you, and when it was built and anything else you would like to know about it, she is an expert now) and then made our way down to the tide pools below. The beach below had these really cool round rocks that were hard to walk on, almost like big ball bearings. It was actually really cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSMGy-wUsUaO1EBTfCa9GuwTcqPgsx-pjI4jZ4Vc83oyJDz8NuyeW71uI-CwSUsjotxsKN5ZcnqbU6H9zJ0NG9TriJzWnOxuMO0oRMl7vaUDgY2uPcJPYX8xwhGFoZfObfih8xVJi2RI/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSMGy-wUsUaO1EBTfCa9GuwTcqPgsx-pjI4jZ4Vc83oyJDz8NuyeW71uI-CwSUsjotxsKN5ZcnqbU6H9zJ0NG9TriJzWnOxuMO0oRMl7vaUDgY2uPcJPYX8xwhGFoZfObfih8xVJi2RI/s200/IMG_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511324914798210114" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLvAJeO_aSjLg1W6eD81CtfrVqipv1DmT4nggvEJStAKRWfftU049ZIwwa-dnJa-H-zdULJJ6w-ramqNXs4CPrjELK1i7NKhZKAi9b-AKDcpIt1dz-i3EoCFrJgbkVs-lRdvo1wWac4E/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLvAJeO_aSjLg1W6eD81CtfrVqipv1DmT4nggvEJStAKRWfftU049ZIwwa-dnJa-H-zdULJJ6w-ramqNXs4CPrjELK1i7NKhZKAi9b-AKDcpIt1dz-i3EoCFrJgbkVs-lRdvo1wWac4E/s200/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511325355095830674" border="0" /></a><br />At the tide pools, we saw all colors of starfish, lots of sea urchin, mussels all over the rocks, sea slugs, hermit crabs and lots of sea plants. The girls were totally fascinated and didn't want to miss seeing a thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRGBMd9XLpm9rQHHwq6b9z-GeiPACYgxHYmf1vIQ3P2yG-Rh9tehN-EE2iTkFbnKlyPp7YOot7M3OR6EiyiGs8Nxehx7C826ClVHe8ys3BQGCFixHmmFeliS3iBtO-nj6s76Y7qQLbYo/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRGBMd9XLpm9rQHHwq6b9z-GeiPACYgxHYmf1vIQ3P2yG-Rh9tehN-EE2iTkFbnKlyPp7YOot7M3OR6EiyiGs8Nxehx7C826ClVHe8ys3BQGCFixHmmFeliS3iBtO-nj6s76Y7qQLbYo/s200/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511326729050926498" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBvJAo1LrkC13rEVdI72-M1f9KAL-ArO5bjP6KEqC7FHg5jo4rZysle9TKh6FO9CfmJ8sCcbVgpL6DJ_9KgfWK_EX7zn71e5TCHodkjKBll9pX-S34YNFfTtdIO7zgM4sHcbuleb-Raw/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimk4sww1EDIPVTfdxUl4PSHtjeZ8eZ2Y8Q4akif8xlvTIoUghiXVB-Q1Z_xQnBHfr1E68bbczsIMPhl8FFbZv8NDA1dcLoUyZvQlVqAQpZRJ8T_q36e2qOZOaiOWvR-3hnWyc3VOIV1yg/s200/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511329346857348338" border="0" /></a><br />Our next stop was Nye Beach, it was so clean and beautiful.<br />We played in the sand and the FRIGID ocean and had alot of fun.<br />Justun, Jasun and the girls also found a jellyfish on their exploration of the beach, it looks gross to me, but they sure thought it was cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsk0rZlf41B7YumfjDJ4IoICz8dSWcaGm2J1xgV3I5uqFGkZUBWWxMeSFHrnvg9_aCSC3vmVR-u-couWzU1MAhZz7rrfpkhzNP7HLbG98qpvQUdV3dS_Yg-hUBcHvleAzcy6GzbE0COU/s1600/1005716.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsk0rZlf41B7YumfjDJ4IoICz8dSWcaGm2J1xgV3I5uqFGkZUBWWxMeSFHrnvg9_aCSC3vmVR-u-couWzU1MAhZz7rrfpkhzNP7HLbG98qpvQUdV3dS_Yg-hUBcHvleAzcy6GzbE0COU/s200/1005716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335043517891826" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoTt8ZPv4Wo2WsMWQFyYyrZc4mek3XZZw-2WP-pc_45DU5Cumk3_advFcSbhssqPVgap3nGSx7iHvMGPXmUVSnE5qtCWF98CF62FYxQ9Vs2_u2aFbTMDE9gUmI-608kNH3czSCD9tKEc/s1600/IMG_0416.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoTt8ZPv4Wo2WsMWQFyYyrZc4mek3XZZw-2WP-pc_45DU5Cumk3_advFcSbhssqPVgap3nGSx7iHvMGPXmUVSnE5qtCWF98CF62FYxQ9Vs2_u2aFbTMDE9gUmI-608kNH3czSCD9tKEc/s200/IMG_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511330310292818306" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFTQvdAyZae4EnIN2D4XsPTci9zNhkvA7x4SvNWFrUBqbUurGDblV9-FReWpwofokoejO1DyWD2s0XKhosGk_lQ2Xb39J0ng9enwmJ8qkOxoyVOkZ9xVHkQPs_oO-gTNuXP-Zr-BwcG4/s1600/IMG_0516.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFTQvdAyZae4EnIN2D4XsPTci9zNhkvA7x4SvNWFrUBqbUurGDblV9-FReWpwofokoejO1DyWD2s0XKhosGk_lQ2Xb39J0ng9enwmJ8qkOxoyVOkZ9xVHkQPs_oO-gTNuXP-Zr-BwcG4/s200/IMG_0516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511333517389478578" border="0" /></a><br />The real reason we went to Oregon was Dave and Nancy needed to add on to their existing deck and Justun & Jasun happen to have a little talent in that area. So the above pictures are before, during and after construction. Nancy was EXTREMELY happy about her new deck and 8 foot stairs, it did turn out really nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fKBJQn1PBjBHoTEUDQFmZC0cR_LPZvNhOa-9U6kN5W7NW2Zx2IqjtI7WVzp6a12-fJaCq-1ZWsry_W7-aAzj5wDry-D5JzGeY-hwv_enK7t87OYmet7oqEN-YvOvNOE2o3shyHaEQ1I/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fKBJQn1PBjBHoTEUDQFmZC0cR_LPZvNhOa-9U6kN5W7NW2Zx2IqjtI7WVzp6a12-fJaCq-1ZWsry_W7-aAzj5wDry-D5JzGeY-hwv_enK7t87OYmet7oqEN-YvOvNOE2o3shyHaEQ1I/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335839462555858" border="0" /></a><br />The whole gang on the finished deck.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GczVyzHCv3rVvjZyqqkgc6niSD1KZBmMQQ-9ZkTvWUT9ptXt5UQMWXz4ooIt9Xk7UhKhSDc9FVtpfjgOureZIwTkcOED4DCe0AMpbyNA_xmi_xBkafTtRVE93J5RQs3wtE44LWx6WrE/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GczVyzHCv3rVvjZyqqkgc6niSD1KZBmMQQ-9ZkTvWUT9ptXt5UQMWXz4ooIt9Xk7UhKhSDc9FVtpfjgOureZIwTkcOED4DCe0AMpbyNA_xmi_xBkafTtRVE93J5RQs3wtE44LWx6WrE/s200/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511336581853826322" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGutCVHHKZ5JWIxCj7wcJcj7x9IXbsYw5Ry23AYw1rQORUFz7NmqfGDBjyo0Mogaio6NwOBXhxD1zq_1jy1_T49WBDjAotdc6khi5viykR0pqvnoNlseQOP670vtItkifvt4FPgzjeljg/s1600/IMG_0305.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGutCVHHKZ5JWIxCj7wcJcj7x9IXbsYw5Ry23AYw1rQORUFz7NmqfGDBjyo0Mogaio6NwOBXhxD1zq_1jy1_T49WBDjAotdc6khi5viykR0pqvnoNlseQOP670vtItkifvt4FPgzjeljg/s200/IMG_0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511337464379040866" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRQkwHVE_l4VDrodhyabfcpgedLrJHtXAqrYpAJnsXjXenQzazeXApM9Q23NPkfqMvhXi_vSNzyvbPiT5Y4gIJrcJi4uC1FmqcSNzxw8ZhV9AOeQPvUKggt5qXa80UBDpzoHHWESHA9c/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRQkwHVE_l4VDrodhyabfcpgedLrJHtXAqrYpAJnsXjXenQzazeXApM9Q23NPkfqMvhXi_vSNzyvbPiT5Y4gIJrcJi4uC1FmqcSNzxw8ZhV9AOeQPvUKggt5qXa80UBDpzoHHWESHA9c/s200/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511337944578461106" border="0" /></a><br />We spent a day at Moonshine park while Jess was here, it was soooo cool. It had super nice picnic areas with lots of shade or sun depending on your preference. You could take a small walk down to the water where you could swim or tube or fish. There was a small waterfall by us and this awesome mossy tree that had a little hollow you could climb in. We had Aunt Nancy's fried chicken for lunch and Uncle Dave's sour dough cinnamon rolls for dessert, could we ask for anything more? I already miss Aunt Nancy's cooking, I am sure Justun does too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_s6liNQQHEBH8JSMesh5LDa6w17U-LQHdLoYKT2Cum-zHUF1tiV6GVzu4t7Vpi43RtdRwrw-A0YnpVdvLkv15ZvQ0ScQSjKSssjxm-2rE_22EKByYlOlglH9vUcMpcd6sdpJjlesD58/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_s6liNQQHEBH8JSMesh5LDa6w17U-LQHdLoYKT2Cum-zHUF1tiV6GVzu4t7Vpi43RtdRwrw-A0YnpVdvLkv15ZvQ0ScQSjKSssjxm-2rE_22EKByYlOlglH9vUcMpcd6sdpJjlesD58/s200/IMG_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511339669181755842" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVMFzQ4AfvghRLGc0vnKC41_cypb19bHTi7uhVRR2XeoFFcXucTJkNc-nzIlXrkMiCNGAWs3XdgiM_-zBSQd3-BtEPQ0VnV-4-TDXiaVNU5458NEHJdF8hMHskN8M4c2lR7PqbQ6c5lc/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVMFzQ4AfvghRLGc0vnKC41_cypb19bHTi7uhVRR2XeoFFcXucTJkNc-nzIlXrkMiCNGAWs3XdgiM_-zBSQd3-BtEPQ0VnV-4-TDXiaVNU5458NEHJdF8hMHskN8M4c2lR7PqbQ6c5lc/s200/IMG_0536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340239132390290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpJk9lee6q-GUuHpTMd05niYt4uTYRK4rt8HxKW48VQDMmnwsa37uWIQd4b9H8pax8H4cLfr6z78w-pY4hM_rZmKfdVM9eFPNInsktgrZ7QGeqjyYujhz5rA1KstUg3WaetOfUGnlc9w/s1600/IMG_0537.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpJk9lee6q-GUuHpTMd05niYt4uTYRK4rt8HxKW48VQDMmnwsa37uWIQd4b9H8pax8H4cLfr6z78w-pY4hM_rZmKfdVM9eFPNInsktgrZ7QGeqjyYujhz5rA1KstUg3WaetOfUGnlc9w/s200/IMG_0537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340595476971106" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9061M1k7aCSMSYkzsIjNvlz31wtAkIN65txCl1kKL8f2xjSNh8hFffq6R1NUwUb58BBgjtZP2Fffzu12gnOkwdH-msuqT_310X3iMGeFlGTyf9ZXtuAC3wNdv2acDrAGVn-nF53_2RA/s1600/IMG_0535.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9061M1k7aCSMSYkzsIjNvlz31wtAkIN65txCl1kKL8f2xjSNh8hFffq6R1NUwUb58BBgjtZP2Fffzu12gnOkwdH-msuqT_310X3iMGeFlGTyf9ZXtuAC3wNdv2acDrAGVn-nF53_2RA/s200/IMG_0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341202260967058" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPBqmPEB5RL3Fpis43EMaFf-flTR1BRTkQu2a9rKWgBtMcUvBubfC0jzKjv5pKOwdsX0Rpv_vckh0TKaCe6O42sQXJALavQjCM4aZdJvChRigJ8-rGxFiKM-vL-KyOHPXmQQ3SnHV6V8/s1600/CIMG0113.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPBqmPEB5RL3Fpis43EMaFf-flTR1BRTkQu2a9rKWgBtMcUvBubfC0jzKjv5pKOwdsX0Rpv_vckh0TKaCe6O42sQXJALavQjCM4aZdJvChRigJ8-rGxFiKM-vL-KyOHPXmQQ3SnHV6V8/s200/CIMG0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341676399411826" border="0" /></a><br />Last but not least, on the way home we stopped at Multnomah Falls. I have been here before and thought it was beautiful and I just knew the girls would love it. I was right, Abby even had to get a pamphlet so she could learn all the facts about the falls. Yeah, I know she is kind of a nerd, but she couldn't be any other way for me =)<br /><br />So there you have it. Newport, Oregon is a must visit for anyone who hasn't been there and I hope to visit (and run) there again really soon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-86150565028619168422010-08-27T21:23:00.010-07:002010-08-27T22:09:48.561-07:00Where did the time go?What have I not missed since Moab in May, hopefully I can remember everything while I play catch-up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinivOLl-SsfltRNq2NZjsbongvWVchPeTto_AJaLhFjOcPas7iubTFicwstSqSiaUuOWgvO8tmOzpQ0iY955_e1KxaqFkYqA49ZSr5ctvLjzu7YtgvQFR-0nqgU5uShxDEtYTuOEVxGc/s1600/IMG_0126.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinivOLl-SsfltRNq2NZjsbongvWVchPeTto_AJaLhFjOcPas7iubTFicwstSqSiaUuOWgvO8tmOzpQ0iY955_e1KxaqFkYqA49ZSr5ctvLjzu7YtgvQFR-0nqgU5uShxDEtYTuOEVxGc/s320/IMG_0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510313071830249938" border="0" /></a><br />Goldilocks Ride: 30 Mile route<br />I finished and that's all I cared about!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vqgQIcLQHVMUL2TqZ3xOoOvAdR7WqeTlePpVXx9fXWqJnmH8_8m6xluJTWV9SIK6jX3Hb1-vQJJgK-JXTZdQAuWK30OccH_V5snLo7nwC0Gl27OdcGweZ8z5r3_Rb5JUi_iMQzZNCQo/s1600/IMG_0148.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vqgQIcLQHVMUL2TqZ3xOoOvAdR7WqeTlePpVXx9fXWqJnmH8_8m6xluJTWV9SIK6jX3Hb1-vQJJgK-JXTZdQAuWK30OccH_V5snLo7nwC0Gl27OdcGweZ8z5r3_Rb5JUi_iMQzZNCQo/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510313826460586930" border="0" /></a><br />Abby in her Dance Recital, look at her form.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUa54iC9Qk0JkZwz9KXAcgPLDEuBdRg_2ef0ICPRza5PtH77cRtm6DKvRKXXfEBrm7BgXq8Jy_FAo2A1Ajb8AqPi-IX3g6yr_DVQJDTfFpQz_KgPw8Vv1f7ueRzPfYsupnAZyjcG76PSk/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUa54iC9Qk0JkZwz9KXAcgPLDEuBdRg_2ef0ICPRza5PtH77cRtm6DKvRKXXfEBrm7BgXq8Jy_FAo2A1Ajb8AqPi-IX3g6yr_DVQJDTfFpQz_KgPw8Vv1f7ueRzPfYsupnAZyjcG76PSk/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510315270716062706" border="0" /></a><br />Why they put Hadley behind the big girl when she is the littlest I will NEVER understand, but she did really great!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCk9Uw3SecLrMuKSR88-ToPMIyCsVqTmJNk0Vk1PW5lPronV2GsorM2Ag9o-j46cglFS87wP8Ppd2XY-ex7gSBdKMy6n-LEmXhPG_8JOPHk_xFuO6JsFDzL4FGYAVYWayp6SYU-PCNgg/s1600/IMG_0191.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCk9Uw3SecLrMuKSR88-ToPMIyCsVqTmJNk0Vk1PW5lPronV2GsorM2Ag9o-j46cglFS87wP8Ppd2XY-ex7gSBdKMy6n-LEmXhPG_8JOPHk_xFuO6JsFDzL4FGYAVYWayp6SYU-PCNgg/s320/IMG_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510316025769396978" border="0" /></a><br />Hadley's Preschool Graduation, such a cooperative child!<br />Year 1 of 3, maybe that means 2 more chances to get a better picture?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8cOlvYSINxhGsZDMpTmhNbOA_ZJ3IvvSBOpSpMSMhFcBzU4VH1WNq5i7sWzgRHv4BXCQ5pFNhYdC0XGMhUG9mEqbyxCI-Sfe_VLk8NfxdHFsBXGDzqAFaIkMbSrpM4w9duWuF45B-Gs/s1600/IMG_0209.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8cOlvYSINxhGsZDMpTmhNbOA_ZJ3IvvSBOpSpMSMhFcBzU4VH1WNq5i7sWzgRHv4BXCQ5pFNhYdC0XGMhUG9mEqbyxCI-Sfe_VLk8NfxdHFsBXGDzqAFaIkMbSrpM4w9duWuF45B-Gs/s320/IMG_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510317234481581186" border="0" /></a><br />Abby @ Swim Lessons, do you think she had fun?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJopEJ5oDsbS627T4peuKJotxwKhQDEKtkI0KJab2SqpFP2OXF-XzNz2YctD3Xj9IsP14cqy7z8kYxx2WpCUL_WAB9MuR2Y1hjTzROaOrc13M1GRCbi3KB8tllyOMkUf5z8PsbaCbe_xc/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJopEJ5oDsbS627T4peuKJotxwKhQDEKtkI0KJab2SqpFP2OXF-XzNz2YctD3Xj9IsP14cqy7z8kYxx2WpCUL_WAB9MuR2Y1hjTzROaOrc13M1GRCbi3KB8tllyOMkUf5z8PsbaCbe_xc/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510317712298660946" border="0" /></a><br />Hadley @ Swim Lessons, can you say FEARLESS?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdb9GmK5qRe2zefZN8l14sySQgbLOWxte-BrQAtWhIVUrj4jjuqbrRGqAQEh19fYtpka1yP7LybK-KpFXN-JeYH1NI_7vR-x_KnJca5oRshcTV7DuCwb228-GPKw4fkBqN0rOoeJlk1A/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdb9GmK5qRe2zefZN8l14sySQgbLOWxte-BrQAtWhIVUrj4jjuqbrRGqAQEh19fYtpka1yP7LybK-KpFXN-JeYH1NI_7vR-x_KnJca5oRshcTV7DuCwb228-GPKw4fkBqN0rOoeJlk1A/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510319108234574066" border="0" /></a><br />My little Mutton Buster, AND she didn't cry!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1u90-O4ztOLAOi6bGvuSRmjM6MVyLc3BeRFh_3Yl8XdI96wFUTTj6cjUiuT94pTLTBP-S7n0Sf5M8Yg6iw8HsIhthlqbubpCBoM1DQ0w6po4KT12ykw10Qdvk2dQpbo0jgi6g7uCxNg4/s1600/IMG_0254.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1u90-O4ztOLAOi6bGvuSRmjM6MVyLc3BeRFh_3Yl8XdI96wFUTTj6cjUiuT94pTLTBP-S7n0Sf5M8Yg6iw8HsIhthlqbubpCBoM1DQ0w6po4KT12ykw10Qdvk2dQpbo0jgi6g7uCxNg4/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510321582986985970" border="0" /></a><br />Last Day of 1st Grade with Ms. Benson: we are really going to miss her!<br /><br />So I think that takes us into July, where we had our Oregon trip (sooo beautiful) Abby's 7th birthday (she is getting TOO big) 1st days of school (why do we start in July again?) Boating (finally) and a Half Marathon. All of which requires other posts, sorry you'll have to stay tuned until next time. Same Bat time Same Bat Channel!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-55203130571050718922010-05-13T20:44:00.011-07:002010-05-13T21:17:09.084-07:00Moab 2010, Part 2I bet you FEW readers didn't think I would come back huh?<br />Well, the next 2 days were filled with jeeping on the trails: Moab Rim<br />and Hell's Revenge. Nobody got stuck, rolled over or did any MAJOR<br />body damage = GOOD THING! We finished out our nights with dinner<br />and then to Main Street to watch the Car Show Drag. We saw some<br />very cool cars!!! All in all a pretty fun trip, I just wish Mother Nature<br />could have been a little more giving with her sunshine and warmth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNS1xbPPcVmAtbABwvUT-zY5Fr2U-QU4XK834KYqZgN7FgL2Efu1GbvNOQcwjF9FMZem4J8rJ0zZVUnbbNvBa5YOu2MxpG8udXRRc_BBl9rxp9ULJjDBTwNZdtfE8T5Srn0wTFKFrUY8A/s1600/April+2010_0274.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNS1xbPPcVmAtbABwvUT-zY5Fr2U-QU4XK834KYqZgN7FgL2Efu1GbvNOQcwjF9FMZem4J8rJ0zZVUnbbNvBa5YOu2MxpG8udXRRc_BBl9rxp9ULJjDBTwNZdtfE8T5Srn0wTFKFrUY8A/s200/April+2010_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470969398386763250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UFVmoB0Jf00TRDzs-6A_LW9WYfusIeakucN9HQy3udsk6XYA-0c-mtvvvzvypUH0hevUPT9z4SmAgQ2ypLry1jZVyxvwI258U210acdo86zgEx7vMFkqe0-ADK95k_33jr-E4MTSV9w/s1600/April+2010_0289.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UFVmoB0Jf00TRDzs-6A_LW9WYfusIeakucN9HQy3udsk6XYA-0c-mtvvvzvypUH0hevUPT9z4SmAgQ2ypLry1jZVyxvwI258U210acdo86zgEx7vMFkqe0-ADK95k_33jr-E4MTSV9w/s200/April+2010_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470970370320300562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgem2DCccGi_Opi4NQnUUGWqn4y9DR14EEYFs76SCV6hwTbIstlq8ue0UKWvYK2NkmVdHkfr7tBjGkMbRuyx7diiDluepXenJ54Wxw1P-_l_iDoxqKN__h92YivM1YmMFam-bv78qzzSvg/s1600/April+2010_0328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgem2DCccGi_Opi4NQnUUGWqn4y9DR14EEYFs76SCV6hwTbIstlq8ue0UKWvYK2NkmVdHkfr7tBjGkMbRuyx7diiDluepXenJ54Wxw1P-_l_iDoxqKN__h92YivM1YmMFam-bv78qzzSvg/s200/April+2010_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470970780243347458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0-C0D6hK6Meiw7iEgiuuzG1Fr1b6kDuaorsOHPY4e4q-MvZq1gVSnigoGFYUrSZ4sM6UzFxo7pOERDV4Bmqs1Ca3mGyUni0ErQunVLkfv8Kizkz_LvMgabccegJ1b3F7sHo0fnFq7z0/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0-C0D6hK6Meiw7iEgiuuzG1Fr1b6kDuaorsOHPY4e4q-MvZq1gVSnigoGFYUrSZ4sM6UzFxo7pOERDV4Bmqs1Ca3mGyUni0ErQunVLkfv8Kizkz_LvMgabccegJ1b3F7sHo0fnFq7z0/s200/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470971614383504530" border="0" /></a><br />On the trails... pictures never do them justice!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFKuwdDZoanargG8m2MkNc2wU2eUdruG_c3rgT4RGM0k2khe0m69Mw_nCEmUYCBeVptQNRdafIw7zgSeYg2CU1z_RyBqlynNahwls_Uqk5YMOVJdKvppeVaKjAMKTqTqq2Iar1blWvro/s1600/April+2010_0182.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFKuwdDZoanargG8m2MkNc2wU2eUdruG_c3rgT4RGM0k2khe0m69Mw_nCEmUYCBeVptQNRdafIw7zgSeYg2CU1z_RyBqlynNahwls_Uqk5YMOVJdKvppeVaKjAMKTqTqq2Iar1blWvro/s200/April+2010_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470971106003467074" border="0" /></a><br />Justun: always the funny guy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RW-My3GCkFfZ2qoknDiOFw5WVjfMTaEQ3tCsXrZBbLKP1dZafrRRQF2fKbaN-zeZGtnLXM3UmM5KNBFBybgwMe0zlROZB6y_ABFN7FKokskS8UXb0mex1f-aDTfCqmRMvPQqviHsj7c/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RW-My3GCkFfZ2qoknDiOFw5WVjfMTaEQ3tCsXrZBbLKP1dZafrRRQF2fKbaN-zeZGtnLXM3UmM5KNBFBybgwMe0zlROZB6y_ABFN7FKokskS8UXb0mex1f-aDTfCqmRMvPQqviHsj7c/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470972513837630258" border="0" /></a><br />The girls are REALLY scared, can you tell?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y_BI9cMslQMjyXUWt8-DzQzw4uJJQ0xtSWpa-INtyg9uno13hTDoL9FPgMUhkIU1IHZBdWDzF8T3_KpkQHD-upnlCeCanI6_juACNOmmoHih-OA8ga-KVVXXRHD_GZmiXV-u3eAePDk/s1600/April+2010_0094.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y_BI9cMslQMjyXUWt8-DzQzw4uJJQ0xtSWpa-INtyg9uno13hTDoL9FPgMUhkIU1IHZBdWDzF8T3_KpkQHD-upnlCeCanI6_juACNOmmoHih-OA8ga-KVVXXRHD_GZmiXV-u3eAePDk/s400/April+2010_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470972124627735826" border="0" /></a><br />THE WHOLE JEEPIN' GANG<br /><br />Doesn't Jeri take GREAT pictures? I am worthless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-3625555022799818362010-05-03T13:04:00.013-07:002010-05-03T13:37:57.752-07:00Moab 2010, Part 1Well, another trip to Moab has come and gone. Although, I would have preferred some warmer weather, Moab is always fun.<br /><br />DAY 1: Arrive, unpack and yummy pizza at ZAX for dinner.<br />DAY 2: Hike through Arches National Park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvGhApFXumTg7ApXm5MeePTuaIoS2aY9Nou7G4hiPd08e9YW9R-rUmrrXwOdSXAzRvkv5_aQ19b4pui4FSncKHojrtlrcbnTM6O8P9UXfXLmuJi0eJbSWc-dvfs_GqD2qZic3fcyquG8/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvGhApFXumTg7ApXm5MeePTuaIoS2aY9Nou7G4hiPd08e9YW9R-rUmrrXwOdSXAzRvkv5_aQ19b4pui4FSncKHojrtlrcbnTM6O8P9UXfXLmuJi0eJbSWc-dvfs_GqD2qZic3fcyquG8/s200/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467138119008557618" border="0" /></a><br />Three Gossips<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHfhsJMUGiGRVlFURwPjpyZ-I01FMfchp8GQo4kc8GN5BemRA2TrAFLBkn4u5O6DQSOb5evvtCTd2wpQkOd2rrAi_DPNKlqXkeShZTgyXpqpIp4ao7IEYbxi2-ZwaVIWhadT6ITcO_OA/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHfhsJMUGiGRVlFURwPjpyZ-I01FMfchp8GQo4kc8GN5BemRA2TrAFLBkn4u5O6DQSOb5evvtCTd2wpQkOd2rrAi_DPNKlqXkeShZTgyXpqpIp4ao7IEYbxi2-ZwaVIWhadT6ITcO_OA/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467138526489967570" border="0" /></a><br />Sheep Rock<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2leBZfUi2jprhEBJmrxdV61v7SxFhlr1lJRqsR_KXNDAh98mFPSCCCYQzD96MAEkk1fF5W6kmW5h-G1DTtvumgTDFvFR87wqxGUlHbfr9A8V3MyUPh0rYq1PnemGZ-dhjfJvRkKMzfAQ/s1600/IMG_0037.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2leBZfUi2jprhEBJmrxdV61v7SxFhlr1lJRqsR_KXNDAh98mFPSCCCYQzD96MAEkk1fF5W6kmW5h-G1DTtvumgTDFvFR87wqxGUlHbfr9A8V3MyUPh0rYq1PnemGZ-dhjfJvRkKMzfAQ/s200/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467138915979956354" border="0" /></a><br />Balanced Rock<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TIHeoVeryRiTQwLTqViStUDHb6vncNxVoStfIcumB5qD6hL1pchyphenhyphenlExYNpA0LA3PONv3F3fcGcToXDz8ya9je35r3DiQigD7V4_F75l-WeSoWe9ze0e5KS09e7G4Qp93fd291D0jZeI/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TIHeoVeryRiTQwLTqViStUDHb6vncNxVoStfIcumB5qD6hL1pchyphenhyphenlExYNpA0LA3PONv3F3fcGcToXDz8ya9je35r3DiQigD7V4_F75l-WeSoWe9ze0e5KS09e7G4Qp93fd291D0jZeI/s200/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467139442043335298" border="0" /></a><br />Turret Arch<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIgTJoi_uNSRJ3NMVMuU1ncOTZPSbM3OxnrzZGCzzZ0aI5QqHLXmnUNkV6GVO87NPmLqqfvAVW1WY5gFhAgrajbWMTrGPDPGgYYgzFJN-pqKZ6QnlX7rSORmSF0izUcv_5RVqFjnwgzE/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIgTJoi_uNSRJ3NMVMuU1ncOTZPSbM3OxnrzZGCzzZ0aI5QqHLXmnUNkV6GVO87NPmLqqfvAVW1WY5gFhAgrajbWMTrGPDPGgYYgzFJN-pqKZ6QnlX7rSORmSF0izUcv_5RVqFjnwgzE/s200/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467139916261084098" border="0" /></a><br />Delicate Arch<br />Abby was so proud she hiked the whole way by herself.<br />That's 3 miles in case you didn't know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94Eg10XB5WfiaMYdv_6nbCogsUh0EtnGXiN-68J5OW5pbx4ZCwFpwrIkseo8jB8_KmNGghTuM2bhdc9lwLeDWbINuJmOufNGMxhI4_Fpk8vK-rb5aSGtUM0goMCT_4zCRnFhFn44rZko/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94Eg10XB5WfiaMYdv_6nbCogsUh0EtnGXiN-68J5OW5pbx4ZCwFpwrIkseo8jB8_KmNGghTuM2bhdc9lwLeDWbINuJmOufNGMxhI4_Fpk8vK-rb5aSGtUM0goMCT_4zCRnFhFn44rZko/s200/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467140593713262578" border="0" /></a><br />Delicate Arch<br />Hadley hiked most of the way up and<br />got a shoulder ride from Dad on the way down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCCcw-hF0Q8tQgujL0gSERmWSx_FFJQAlPYCqcY57pyYyv1pI-1msoAgUhk7B3vP6ae4lY-8NXVewNil_T7PT_wEyeTcJ9lvc4htO4YKVXDosnk00SqDOSZUL82XUsVpGP36leoi13tU/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCCcw-hF0Q8tQgujL0gSERmWSx_FFJQAlPYCqcY57pyYyv1pI-1msoAgUhk7B3vP6ae4lY-8NXVewNil_T7PT_wEyeTcJ9lvc4htO4YKVXDosnk00SqDOSZUL82XUsVpGP36leoi13tU/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467141067584907970" border="0" /></a><br />Our family at Delicate Arch<br />This arch never ceases to amaze me, it is so beautiful.<br /><br />We ended the night with Taco Soup for dinner and a swim and/or sit in the hot tub. Then showers, jammies and Moab Diner for Ice cream!<br /><br />STAY TUNED for Days 3, 4 & 5!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-90198695837567635182010-04-13T16:15:00.012-07:002010-04-13T16:46:19.693-07:00FAILING + Birthdays & EasterApparently, I have not kept my New Year's Resolution about updating my blog more often. I really should make it more important, when I look back at what I have posted I am glad I did, yet I can never find the want to update? I should get a huge FAIL in the blog department.<br /><br />What's been going on for the past (almost) 2 months?<br /><br />Abby was off-track, Hadley was REALLY sick for 2 weeks, it<br />WOULDN'T stop snowing... it sounds mostly bad I know and you're right it mostly sucked. However, I did celebrate #32 and the Easter Bunny did hop on over to our house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdlg3AMn7qo1eBFiTv8E4hdPOLTT8yno-Ml9uI2w-4l2GMDX_rYv76Mm-x3OQ8u6JSGJ1eaf8Q0tJSkvp0AjVJey1cdC36jKBNr_agx7DWdwguCCItuUrooqI5bUU2iurRve4W68-Vik/s1600/100_1889.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdlg3AMn7qo1eBFiTv8E4hdPOLTT8yno-Ml9uI2w-4l2GMDX_rYv76Mm-x3OQ8u6JSGJ1eaf8Q0tJSkvp0AjVJey1cdC36jKBNr_agx7DWdwguCCItuUrooqI5bUU2iurRve4W68-Vik/s200/100_1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459767008467732418" border="0" /></a>My Birthday Loot!<br />Yep, you saw it right, that is in fact a Barbie.<br />Hadley gave me a "Classic" Barbie.<br />I guess I needed one.<br />I wonder who she really picked it out for?<br /><br />Thanks to the family and the Proulx's!<br />I sure love them all!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQXYsBmSVbYbx_i-tvmaNhRLD3xsOKTJWgcYJ-XVAu-QSJsH7Frqz0a67_GUqCnmz9ZBwvzpXUv8bO24yriaigeTkOQNGxNwpuDVfwKi_iwpPp3hcGT6fsqLD3BMocOf9pGDHhHYhSZc/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQXYsBmSVbYbx_i-tvmaNhRLD3xsOKTJWgcYJ-XVAu-QSJsH7Frqz0a67_GUqCnmz9ZBwvzpXUv8bO24yriaigeTkOQNGxNwpuDVfwKi_iwpPp3hcGT6fsqLD3BMocOf9pGDHhHYhSZc/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459769151954850066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Easter morning was quite "shocking" to Hadley.<br />Abby seems unimpressed....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9YWNBvjuc4_An3zdriIxcT0xQkvpC9f6HrKXd6zY6UKidRyS8BXK4YaH2slMGZDkV6LeA3rPxC98TH3HG0gnsNf5f5nEbxUCafY8xxqaE34ehU2LwmtCnAQocNg9e3qr65J5buDHmt0/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9YWNBvjuc4_An3zdriIxcT0xQkvpC9f6HrKXd6zY6UKidRyS8BXK4YaH2slMGZDkV6LeA3rPxC98TH3HG0gnsNf5f5nEbxUCafY8xxqaE34ehU2LwmtCnAQocNg9e3qr65J5buDHmt0/s200/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459771056810848594" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCizxF1-7AEOu2WbVUa1598FU1rkpg29SMOrH6_Vb-b_S6gPPu6q7vSgfjv2IrTBqvGO9aZPKFSVjEbeaGu54GqULv_A-aZcQ_R6Kp6cx5spc5baomY_s5vQfwmQXj0yZQY5RgmqUkIY/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCizxF1-7AEOu2WbVUa1598FU1rkpg29SMOrH6_Vb-b_S6gPPu6q7vSgfjv2IrTBqvGO9aZPKFSVjEbeaGu54GqULv_A-aZcQ_R6Kp6cx5spc5baomY_s5vQfwmQXj0yZQY5RgmqUkIY/s200/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459770716374924978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Classic finding egg pictures, gotta love the bed-head!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySF0ePRFWrJrnPDcDhIXpfqTJ0qJGFqQZo8DLy_lVspljbEwjsuRzuk94k1KqFbsaPRLzblaYfG7pq-Gj7WYQZvbeT7eDIgPLyzx7cRMm_2vdLeHlbo9xxfkEro8tYL5eJUCw419bNgY/s1600/IMG_0019.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySF0ePRFWrJrnPDcDhIXpfqTJ0qJGFqQZo8DLy_lVspljbEwjsuRzuk94k1KqFbsaPRLzblaYfG7pq-Gj7WYQZvbeT7eDIgPLyzx7cRMm_2vdLeHlbo9xxfkEro8tYL5eJUCw419bNgY/s200/IMG_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459769938158816450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Easter Dresses and Candy Smiles!<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Birthday and Happy Easter!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-70267736182206701062010-02-19T22:24:00.008-07:002010-02-19T22:53:52.191-07:00Our Romantic Valentines Day...Ha Ha I got you! We don't do romantic around these here parts.<br />I don't love Valentine's Day, its extremely overrated and unnecessarily<br />expensive. Justun and I decided to bag dinner and gifts and just chill at<br />home with the kiddos. (OK I will be honest here, Justun and I have<br />never really gotten into the whole V-Day gift thing) He knows I LOVE<br />him everyday anyways! Who knows why? =)<br /><br />We started off our typical Pancake Sunday with these babies:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XuDztuUmQDU2LuL_UibOuf1ZuHNMmxd443imHMRQ9n9O_73QIEcVi8bziGN-d73D0woFZJoWRTXHmNgXzjMSvdy2tKMDDFx8howytfvSTz5BB09WcYHkMRFQrx5ScTzSk5736X955Fw/s1600-h/100_1883.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XuDztuUmQDU2LuL_UibOuf1ZuHNMmxd443imHMRQ9n9O_73QIEcVi8bziGN-d73D0woFZJoWRTXHmNgXzjMSvdy2tKMDDFx8howytfvSTz5BB09WcYHkMRFQrx5ScTzSk5736X955Fw/s200/100_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193626738506306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Justun makes Wheat Pancakes from scratch every Sunday (YUMM-MEEE), this time he got a little fancy for the holiday. I also threw in the pink milk to round out the meal.<br /><br />Family and friends then came over to exchange cards and treats. Our holidays strategy goes like this: if we wait long enough everyone will just come to us. It works out quite nicely. Anyhow, thanks for all of the treats we DIDN'T need! We LOVE you too!<br /><br />Per Abby's request she wanted a "romantic dinner of Spaghetti and Meatballs like on Lady and the Tramp" and we were happy to oblige. Saved us some cash, some calories and fighting the crowds. We made Valentine's placemats for each of us, drank out of fancy glasses and ate by candlelight. Justun provided the show portion of our dinner with "Fire Tricks", wow he is so talented =) The girls chowed their dinner, no fighting over how many more bites before they could be done. It worked out much better than I had hoped.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRcZ4X8Lys_r3_ZKF8jZnBc2J0CFqOIidp_MSIX6wc1ItHxzIg-yz5l151-oGHQLxAabxUcsX6VHuF9HB8HLWBbn7td7tPv0o-fgO1cr19AXYWbiy9YQOIWE5a451fkOY3i86PDWszSM/s1600-h/100_1885.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRcZ4X8Lys_r3_ZKF8jZnBc2J0CFqOIidp_MSIX6wc1ItHxzIg-yz5l151-oGHQLxAabxUcsX6VHuF9HB8HLWBbn7td7tPv0o-fgO1cr19AXYWbiy9YQOIWE5a451fkOY3i86PDWszSM/s200/100_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440197108957465170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now they always want to eat by candlelight..... How romantic!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-82015263628265112482010-01-21T14:45:00.013-07:002010-01-21T15:18:38.883-07:00New Years Resolution #16...Here's an idea...maybe update your blog more often?<br />Well, there's no point in living in the past, so we'll start fresh.<br /><br />1/16/10 : Sledding Saturday at 5 Mile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ndtr8jMW-UiBwLQou5luFx4KikUAM7LwIiAMprTYRqe2L2Ri19UjOPf68JeFEfkEvir0fgzuQAe4Y8ztzo6WzkUiOAHAELPAuoBlu3EMaHoXzEG5kgkHW5r1WxclzikBfTm6-NpTJ7s/s1600-h/100_1850.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ndtr8jMW-UiBwLQou5luFx4KikUAM7LwIiAMprTYRqe2L2Ri19UjOPf68JeFEfkEvir0fgzuQAe4Y8ztzo6WzkUiOAHAELPAuoBlu3EMaHoXzEG5kgkHW5r1WxclzikBfTm6-NpTJ7s/s400/100_1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429313761233569266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Abby & Haddie being pulled by Papa on the 4 wheeler!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97isA7sLPvIAy1bhvHpc6sqBaKSWJb7PDxjVpfyMOGIOSQXoMWDGOLXo__1IV8AS8S4Gh1ZGGaVi695jjawDgksOC0EVnyHD-K0KUUkAuHAgPd2fGxkcZqC-hEHaTf6VXa5zmCQ0GHTQ/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97isA7sLPvIAy1bhvHpc6sqBaKSWJb7PDxjVpfyMOGIOSQXoMWDGOLXo__1IV8AS8S4Gh1ZGGaVi695jjawDgksOC0EVnyHD-K0KUUkAuHAgPd2fGxkcZqC-hEHaTf6VXa5zmCQ0GHTQ/s400/100_1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429314159770362514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Papa and Grandma roasting hot dogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_fjagPkNvwUu83618Hd5p6_7LdiU7q-SGa2nQWhPYB3IereX5NRxo6pbCcw8-SRnGK1mPHfWVGIMtpy3u6AdRlaV__ucUgddX-ijF6_EFqnNzSoG82YUNgansmMJI-fS5BUicH-bUZ4/s1600-h/100_1856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_fjagPkNvwUu83618Hd5p6_7LdiU7q-SGa2nQWhPYB3IereX5NRxo6pbCcw8-SRnGK1mPHfWVGIMtpy3u6AdRlaV__ucUgddX-ijF6_EFqnNzSoG82YUNgansmMJI-fS5BUicH-bUZ4/s400/100_1856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429314577031845394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jasun & Dani, cheers to Diet Coke? Sorry, I'm a Dr. Pepper girl!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wqgt-1QycLRuq-0wS-CgtbIoQskWxukte-YsE7B3_zS65KhaGSpR7RlfCdNJQHYSIsNvxdVFd8dzYzUkJPA5fFvpi3G86NG2tOfV6F28EPSOabirPB3bG6jk4I8rX7Nj3kRpO_D03m0/s1600-h/100_1855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wqgt-1QycLRuq-0wS-CgtbIoQskWxukte-YsE7B3_zS65KhaGSpR7RlfCdNJQHYSIsNvxdVFd8dzYzUkJPA5fFvpi3G86NG2tOfV6F28EPSOabirPB3bG6jk4I8rX7Nj3kRpO_D03m0/s400/100_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429314906342680594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Great Grandma Yvonne explaining her hands aren't cold.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUy8_yfbM26Yt1dKoPTu68dW8c4_nFJ6d8hBnvn3-8gMWGWbtJsD2PUpDZhTzymcQSyLHGi-Zu28MBU_MxAg5K0FJA9BqMVMw9mDSH1_ELn1xHgeJ5BBjjvWk7t93VM8yx-OZs17jFV44/s1600-h/100_1860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUy8_yfbM26Yt1dKoPTu68dW8c4_nFJ6d8hBnvn3-8gMWGWbtJsD2PUpDZhTzymcQSyLHGi-Zu28MBU_MxAg5K0FJA9BqMVMw9mDSH1_ELn1xHgeJ5BBjjvWk7t93VM8yx-OZs17jFV44/s400/100_1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429315273602612290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the rare picture of Justun & I together =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L3h0CwbKoUVN952eAWidW-ZzCrKAbxBU4cdTVqo6LL7SoVjEPu9bx7sVZsV7W5yhBweZUwi3XAqxV-FPzPT1gsU43Z0EnkQP6FJZS-TNSDl1K-aKV3Fwy4-ca92umw53muF6ECz2jlM/s1600-h/100_1862.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L3h0CwbKoUVN952eAWidW-ZzCrKAbxBU4cdTVqo6LL7SoVjEPu9bx7sVZsV7W5yhBweZUwi3XAqxV-FPzPT1gsU43Z0EnkQP6FJZS-TNSDl1K-aKV3Fwy4-ca92umw53muF6ECz2jlM/s200/100_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429315606703158306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhvNsLPmzNay2mpTFFI_lXTKw0CZazHv1XKt1kPWu4TQGz2i7a5mnux-soYkm62wUu9rTk__lu5T6VaRnlx5dz39rJO7xJ-7nt95POjJFcduTz5oEqDT0H7MFJK6-ruJ5fD8iXZoYtD3o/s1600-h/100_1864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhvNsLPmzNay2mpTFFI_lXTKw0CZazHv1XKt1kPWu4TQGz2i7a5mnux-soYkm62wUu9rTk__lu5T6VaRnlx5dz39rJO7xJ-7nt95POjJFcduTz5oEqDT0H7MFJK6-ruJ5fD8iXZoYtD3o/s200/100_1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429316461216929250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyppEtoOT4q1SPJ6WCJRJYi8x3wmGKYBzXqheLu-ZLSeJk3EKzsXRG49_a3J3RWkW-CJJm5SiHka3VG_qBJ0WKCUXLRcdl7V98WzY5VbrknQ0o_eO5dVGb_CnqKvQsciw_QfFbBbMYFtw/s1600-h/100_1863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyppEtoOT4q1SPJ6WCJRJYi8x3wmGKYBzXqheLu-ZLSeJk3EKzsXRG49_a3J3RWkW-CJJm5SiHka3VG_qBJ0WKCUXLRcdl7V98WzY5VbrknQ0o_eO5dVGb_CnqKvQsciw_QfFbBbMYFtw/s200/100_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429316614588162210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Crazy kids, HADLEY, KENNADI<br />and ABBY in their snow chairs!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-91466666043379165352009-10-17T20:40:00.011-07:002009-10-17T21:25:51.764-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday Hadley May!Well, she is FINALLY 3, but going on 14.<br />This little girl is a force to be reckoned with.<br />She makes me crazy, but I don't know what I would do without her.<br />She wanted to have a "ROCKSTAR" party today and if you know<br />Hadley at all, you know this fits her perfectly. We had each "rockstar"<br />pick their favorite song to sing or play air-guitar to and it turned<br />out to be so much fun. The kids were so funny, I LOVED IT!<br />Check out the pics below:<br /><br />Hadley rockin' to "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDL9EPvg12MqlXHG8kgElzsgwft_h0mw2jNyQPAIPxOfcH_ZYusuBygCKVdkOCB1DAE2jOd2NjI4QhyphenhyphenAoi2NjH3qS3NSACGcOLN4Pu55lMcg8zlrBTBAMFnMe91sim2gmuarZpwc0JGo/s1600-h/100_1655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDL9EPvg12MqlXHG8kgElzsgwft_h0mw2jNyQPAIPxOfcH_ZYusuBygCKVdkOCB1DAE2jOd2NjI4QhyphenhyphenAoi2NjH3qS3NSACGcOLN4Pu55lMcg8zlrBTBAMFnMe91sim2gmuarZpwc0JGo/s400/100_1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393782037059105250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Parker air-guitaring to "T.N.T." by AC/DC.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxd6ygpFU4KQZ2liuTB9VclsSgdDVJtZ8Q7IN1PCntj_tq-UnJFxtz53RAlvCYmgMwjJIX0kIVqhfQGHpoFd8RIIN2Im88-dT1_0wfE-2WZvtqa4Pq7ObF7QpqqtrlWvLRbVHO3KVtr4/s1600-h/100_1662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxd6ygpFU4KQZ2liuTB9VclsSgdDVJtZ8Q7IN1PCntj_tq-UnJFxtz53RAlvCYmgMwjJIX0kIVqhfQGHpoFd8RIIN2Im88-dT1_0wfE-2WZvtqa4Pq7ObF7QpqqtrlWvLRbVHO3KVtr4/s400/100_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393782464071444402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Josie performing "Womanizer" by Britney Spears.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaumV_TReE2oiGfFe8T7YqQdag1lJ-Et1havNZI2yiceSiDRdU6Dobm9FvXGdvg_oe4EBSY2wXpCGUbpvD-hwb_y3_2xTDuPrlUYTefltpTwTLll7VTGvaOAvwjWq_uLJ_hXp9XAdLzcA/s1600-h/100_1664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaumV_TReE2oiGfFe8T7YqQdag1lJ-Et1havNZI2yiceSiDRdU6Dobm9FvXGdvg_oe4EBSY2wXpCGUbpvD-hwb_y3_2xTDuPrlUYTefltpTwTLll7VTGvaOAvwjWq_uLJ_hXp9XAdLzcA/s400/100_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393782886929439554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rhylee singing "You belong with me" by Taylor Swift.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv3RmvfuUjfq-wkCzEYCAOjJxvDXD-GPpUnxCQhHfK4hcE9yGrN_O-LUAreJLO7QBf4CSDWjpc6jOUVKpI6DNUcsP5SEX-2fKr00AzPze53_EDOKJ0YhwlIQqyN7Iau4iRYGG0NQfsWk/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv3RmvfuUjfq-wkCzEYCAOjJxvDXD-GPpUnxCQhHfK4hcE9yGrN_O-LUAreJLO7QBf4CSDWjpc6jOUVKpI6DNUcsP5SEX-2fKr00AzPze53_EDOKJ0YhwlIQqyN7Iau4iRYGG0NQfsWk/s400/100_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393783332774974290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brock beltin' out "BB Good" by the Jonas Brothers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6Fe8Xh1BLF7eKs7UPvodrLZCIMbUrSZI270b2kNRRfVmwHCx714V7nRBdobg6SW-u67zcDm2ngmrC8chKXxxViG3QPfFazLAfx4OZxPbhAs1wxSFU3ntnSvxctZboCkQmYSsik0jcJI/s1600-h/100_1670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6Fe8Xh1BLF7eKs7UPvodrLZCIMbUrSZI270b2kNRRfVmwHCx714V7nRBdobg6SW-u67zcDm2ngmrC8chKXxxViG3QPfFazLAfx4OZxPbhAs1wxSFU3ntnSvxctZboCkQmYSsik0jcJI/s400/100_1670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393783618259047682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kenna showin' us "So what" by Pink.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14gBhDnWYzawFiOKBKZSOmQtarSg5yy-_o5szZch_V2VYJqFx5i5-d-a1tUjE92QwZxyZqPbO5rsXxLbpeCWZZsCAHJZcEjQjgZ_tWgZjc1Z9VQzg2PXe6eKBRIS0kwfsoGpHjm0swAE/s1600-h/100_1673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14gBhDnWYzawFiOKBKZSOmQtarSg5yy-_o5szZch_V2VYJqFx5i5-d-a1tUjE92QwZxyZqPbO5rsXxLbpeCWZZsCAHJZcEjQjgZ_tWgZjc1Z9VQzg2PXe6eKBRIS0kwfsoGpHjm0swAE/s400/100_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784642739428418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Abby was totally into "All summer long" by Kid Rock.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMtNrQU3p8JY685t2SGEwKbf3skE0RkCiJrUgCSFG2OyDop2zH0f2LM2yIRJsb5DG2N5V_5VRBFGInK30v3mJOXaBHU7Kz9uNzG9-9_mews7pgkswgWpOBhESqZEHF_fH2tFUUmf7pHo/s1600-h/100_1676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMtNrQU3p8JY685t2SGEwKbf3skE0RkCiJrUgCSFG2OyDop2zH0f2LM2yIRJsb5DG2N5V_5VRBFGInK30v3mJOXaBHU7Kz9uNzG9-9_mews7pgkswgWpOBhESqZEHF_fH2tFUUmf7pHo/s400/100_1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393785293965585026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Take a bow guys, you are 7 VERY talented kids!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJFypBrYUUtwm4FFXc4bTRCK_G0asJoyZHb6fX0Gv1BI21Hciu4fvzMWmnfRmjQmXxOYYl2q9Z04UU3AAj-gNYgqdFf-vCIgV9vZUeCOnAxsHlKtvVzqM2omft1F_pyyMW2XlxRWzcVA/s1600-h/100_1681.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJFypBrYUUtwm4FFXc4bTRCK_G0asJoyZHb6fX0Gv1BI21Hciu4fvzMWmnfRmjQmXxOYYl2q9Z04UU3AAj-gNYgqdFf-vCIgV9vZUeCOnAxsHlKtvVzqM2omft1F_pyyMW2XlxRWzcVA/s400/100_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393787737945585602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now some things for memories sake:<br />Hadley's favorite things:<br />1. Brock<br />2. Movies=Sleeping Beauty, HSM3, Dancing Princesses, Spy Kids<br />3. Brock<br />4. Candy<br />5. Brock<br />6. Peanut Butter=Yes, I know this and Brock don't really mix!<br />7. Brock<br />8. Pretty Shoes=Dress-up, Nana or Mom's high heels<br />9. Brock<br />10. Singing and Dancing=love, love, loves "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus<br />11. Brock<br />12. Playing outside and riding her bike<br />13. Brock<br /><br />And finally:<br />Haddie fell asleep on the floor watching a movie!<br />I think my baby is all partied out, what do you think?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIZGvJr4rN2YKN02Td-b3Mbnb_ruQl3tXbITQ0_v4imVmAkIW_OIsGG4OUlMebxBRjpuBjBMchzST901iLPQrmTaerIVj3DaKp2lhQVYOJ_LLw0IZtabxxSwg1w57c04tT1xyhpkyvM4/s1600-h/100_1696.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIZGvJr4rN2YKN02Td-b3Mbnb_ruQl3tXbITQ0_v4imVmAkIW_OIsGG4OUlMebxBRjpuBjBMchzST901iLPQrmTaerIVj3DaKp2lhQVYOJ_LLw0IZtabxxSwg1w57c04tT1xyhpkyvM4/s400/100_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393789509311671714" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-4730288555143168472009-10-17T20:32:00.003-07:002009-10-17T20:40:14.903-07:00Silver Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKryRVEztxqUDSTuOmKug1XSozLPJL5Je5T8JXpEs3UNsfSUg_RIWhJ_hcC8QeLzd_4JjgFZbwnHEq5o9ndlb0DUghErLzorVG97McEtQLAoIUrbpTKgBKAnrdIsPGABGmm8WK36BQRuk/s1600-h/100_1650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKryRVEztxqUDSTuOmKug1XSozLPJL5Je5T8JXpEs3UNsfSUg_RIWhJ_hcC8QeLzd_4JjgFZbwnHEq5o9ndlb0DUghErLzorVG97McEtQLAoIUrbpTKgBKAnrdIsPGABGmm8WK36BQRuk/s400/100_1650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393778558378207010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cory invited his "polygamist" family to join his real family at Silver Lake the Friday before we went back on-track. Lots of snow and cold noses. Thanks for the fun!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-8950634356027612682009-09-29T11:48:00.002-07:002009-09-29T11:58:45.737-07:00FINALLY!!!!Guess who has FINALLY learned to ride a 2 wheeler? ABBY!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2fj_MB3__IUDuNJnJbbF6pkUUJq_LAnJ7d3tPGDeYpaAC8g70IeenJUqtqWMP2qZ5oAKBxTPmipybpHxBrg7Y9Ara_lD6H12iQzfCBVjpN224ByfguUWNZ1RsHhLr9lus08LjEO8Isw/s1600-h/100_1643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2fj_MB3__IUDuNJnJbbF6pkUUJq_LAnJ7d3tPGDeYpaAC8g70IeenJUqtqWMP2qZ5oAKBxTPmipybpHxBrg7Y9Ara_lD6H12iQzfCBVjpN224ByfguUWNZ1RsHhLr9lus08LjEO8Isw/s400/100_1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386965624053488594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been a battle getting her to even want to learn, she really didn't care about her bike. It made me crazy, I LOVED my bike growing up and I think learning to ride is something everyone should learn how to do (I feel the same about swimming, seriously, its like a life skill). So, I told her while she was off-track we would not be doing anything fun until she learned to ride her bike. I know I get it I am mean, but it was a necessary evil to get her to even try. After many threats and trips up and down our street she is now a 2 wheeler ridin' kid, it only took her until she was 6!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-13965532727315249002009-09-09T12:29:00.002-07:002009-09-09T12:41:22.256-07:00The Wierdest Fish EVER?Does anyone else have a fish that does tricks?<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Abby's pet fish Goldie "Plays Dead". </span><br />The first time I saw it I thought it was dead and panicked because I didn't want Abby to see it dead. (She tends to dwell on the subject of death) So, I walk over and the little bugger flips over and starts swimming all over. I kept asking Justun about it and he thought it just might be in its last days, this was <span style="font-weight: bold;">MONTHS</span> ago. Well, Justun has finally seen it and now believes me and I caught it on camera. I have come to the decision we either A) have the wierdest fish ever or B) have the smartest fish ever, who's heard of a fish doing tricks? See for yourself.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UD2BMGykv7yp_0ovuEjnnbRQj65jL_C5nL6_Hc0KaZaroVw3qdFxJHJTYKtub5aI45U94H8_3mGcN4epmwfnCfhs9TN71HH_wsCYr2_nK6BMKTHqyWcFeP8EIliKAEtD5lFgIzIy7yQ/s1600-h/100_1633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UD2BMGykv7yp_0ovuEjnnbRQj65jL_C5nL6_Hc0KaZaroVw3qdFxJHJTYKtub5aI45U94H8_3mGcN4epmwfnCfhs9TN71HH_wsCYr2_nK6BMKTHqyWcFeP8EIliKAEtD5lFgIzIy7yQ/s400/100_1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554989448247874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-58299945149126656452009-09-04T21:17:00.023-07:002009-09-05T12:33:21.865-07:00March-August in a blinkDon't blink or you'll miss it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmAUm19W0islld8iJzdgzZI-hTzScSTw8tNVBekaMMsRIgKGF2a6fdX8lNcW8WlZ_iduNZrEavE9u7aFmgOX7LLpbzuMb_HAHq9bXFu4gvUlq70v4Lh0FAClFLDzWjytaRrKCSqFU8jo/s1600-h/June+2009_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">12</span> pieces of candy <span style="font-weight: bold;">BEFORE</span> breakfast on Easter<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTmKQ0Ypk1oBfKCxqpJeG2zd8_yf8tW99GEoXEEpQ_znn33dKA-064Dx34wslD-CHZbkei6XmK611RGXX3vIqOn730krei3ufhWWghlfI68IjRozy3XQZM9gADGNYJA5T8XFcGqW7NB0/s1600-h/April+100_1505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTmKQ0Ypk1oBfKCxqpJeG2zd8_yf8tW99GEoXEEpQ_znn33dKA-064Dx34wslD-CHZbkei6XmK611RGXX3vIqOn730krei3ufhWWghlfI68IjRozy3XQZM9gADGNYJA5T8XFcGqW7NB0/s320/April+100_1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377834394816010498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Big Girl Bed for Haddie<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaA7Bck8LCphSkZ6HGC1sDi-WQcKYB37NZGfabpm0lTf1IW298Kso0KDopz6xmXpMS2G3dOpdlyAlpsTRGLCm2VGZ6ZgqqDSSJqLMgg-l3-z4BXatO1-wD3JaMZnxuk57nG-YKr5mNKY/s1600-h/April+2009_0560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaA7Bck8LCphSkZ6HGC1sDi-WQcKYB37NZGfabpm0lTf1IW298Kso0KDopz6xmXpMS2G3dOpdlyAlpsTRGLCm2VGZ6ZgqqDSSJqLMgg-l3-z4BXatO1-wD3JaMZnxuk57nG-YKr5mNKY/s320/April+2009_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377834834867862610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Trip to Moab<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgailFP8TWSd5HmppbfMS8_JCoLlc5VyODuqeYlePcydIJRi-ZjDXAeTeJlzCOfxiSkQS-4k7FeLl49lxrPeT62KIAq1nu2O_EPsqfxFeGtBcqd6qpDAANUcSuR23lwJ1uupBh3ciiYmxE/s1600-h/May+2009_0656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgailFP8TWSd5HmppbfMS8_JCoLlc5VyODuqeYlePcydIJRi-ZjDXAeTeJlzCOfxiSkQS-4k7FeLl49lxrPeT62KIAq1nu2O_EPsqfxFeGtBcqd6qpDAANUcSuR23lwJ1uupBh3ciiYmxE/s320/May+2009_0656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377835599435385314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Dance Recital = <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">2</span> Dances<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgzGmNPJXk1BjeNtUSFUehOoldAQTC5Z0595HxeZvMYxmMlgANeKw_cJbX0zg3Gt7LriYC4Lz0wSgoQu0VkoFnvpnfEYDbYQ15mjp_2ZXeTThcfy7MIB1Hmp6DksIu9FVeAlr-QozfkE/s1600-h/May+2009_0678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgzGmNPJXk1BjeNtUSFUehOoldAQTC5Z0595HxeZvMYxmMlgANeKw_cJbX0zg3Gt7LriYC4Lz0wSgoQu0VkoFnvpnfEYDbYQ15mjp_2ZXeTThcfy7MIB1Hmp6DksIu9FVeAlr-QozfkE/s320/May+2009_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377836052270927314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">12</span> Pretty Flowers for <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Smart Honor Roll Girl<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIUcj9FPr5cjJbKL2RA4k1cWwJ5lmPNc8fL4PKTb5QbGG7klvT2koBagWZ4iSEYBJVmVcg1jcf57xfyvlq2wED9gA99fhzCfvSnTD94gIJ_c46_jgP-jj5l3CbztTU2HOltPUTmwK3kM/s1600-h/July+100_1522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIUcj9FPr5cjJbKL2RA4k1cWwJ5lmPNc8fL4PKTb5QbGG7klvT2koBagWZ4iSEYBJVmVcg1jcf57xfyvlq2wED9gA99fhzCfvSnTD94gIJ_c46_jgP-jj5l3CbztTU2HOltPUTmwK3kM/s320/July+100_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377836420377109554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">170</span> Days of Kindergarten with Mrs. Hansen <span style="font-weight: bold;">COMPLETE</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwVFiBfW7dPkGo1KLK_M0Sf-cUGBIYns8M0YM8u374STeTacfHsyD9mIXVW4ghxNVTWb8jH3gm6Gor73BWNcxkkJT27T9Nccy_eUQ9im8dTWZ7SgI6xulpQu1d8R-_hyExRuJ6WuMpLM/s1600-h/July+2009_0079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwVFiBfW7dPkGo1KLK_M0Sf-cUGBIYns8M0YM8u374STeTacfHsyD9mIXVW4ghxNVTWb8jH3gm6Gor73BWNcxkkJT27T9Nccy_eUQ9im8dTWZ7SgI6xulpQu1d8R-_hyExRuJ6WuMpLM/s320/July+2009_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377836980620037266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">4</span>Ever Young Love: Haddie has found her "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Prince</span>"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbR9cydYRSZpUPQ0Fl6fKNcCaKVEk5nMJbDG9WkL7TKGuumip3Vk0QsMpkeJlMLPVUwNkSQywF7ifA4c1RWhvaM5SJcsgZ1dGXEqCHR5shxJGrbbZFENeVwC0QNzUyFFCsQz_dCRoq4VA/s1600-h/July+2009_0371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Trip to Lake Powell with <span style="font-weight: bold;">GREAT</span> Friends<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKwHBb9X4tUGq_oICDl9gn3LRFxW6-uijMnf7Q8hl2GbVWGvpBOEGMRcZ41R4gCixs9G7ESs4vOhD05u3RXirRBOwh8z_cNrVIGDqDAFEnhNFEdMLaGVbi1B3ePyIpSiIP3LbJe_aaZQ/s1600-h/July+100_1552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKwHBb9X4tUGq_oICDl9gn3LRFxW6-uijMnf7Q8hl2GbVWGvpBOEGMRcZ41R4gCixs9G7ESs4vOhD05u3RXirRBOwh8z_cNrVIGDqDAFEnhNFEdMLaGVbi1B3ePyIpSiIP3LbJe_aaZQ/s320/July+100_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377838538003987778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> Wakeboarding Kid<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCOylSAT3L38Tz0qLelZNGMe_whePxDSgLiGL6i-1URjstofiRWeHfquGKjNnKeuLNdBEA80FTLaQWRGYO95MproW8BjZsQCSiBiW4eiWGfTXIRtTX06CW4jQtnT_6G-X3dYf282MrGQ/s1600-h/July+100_1613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCOylSAT3L38Tz0qLelZNGMe_whePxDSgLiGL6i-1URjstofiRWeHfquGKjNnKeuLNdBEA80FTLaQWRGYO95MproW8BjZsQCSiBiW4eiWGfTXIRtTX06CW4jQtnT_6G-X3dYf282MrGQ/s320/July+100_1613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377838796198828946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span> High Flyin' Board Grabbin' Husband<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1QEfnfkH1OQE1kC5C3hlMxo4SYbgjgMiDq0Nfm9q4ALLhPqBAQULjEtGhcmr1-jvgEdXVjgQEs9PlYVPWasG8S1WYtz1KKBCE0anwzFFbShxvKJjg0Y5pRPH7eWJ_4SKEkwq7-y3inY/s1600-h/July+100_1567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1QEfnfkH1OQE1kC5C3hlMxo4SYbgjgMiDq0Nfm9q4ALLhPqBAQULjEtGhcmr1-jvgEdXVjgQEs9PlYVPWasG8S1WYtz1KKBCE0anwzFFbShxvKJjg0Y5pRPH7eWJ_4SKEkwq7-y3inY/s320/July+100_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377839103353352850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">6</span> </span>Years Old = <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">2</span> Missing Teeth (Bottom)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1LxASYRINLWYTO9Mob8COMMi-GLMdz_cXeBcc9vAxkf6wOxl8l1uJc5fh4dcNwlAaBckz1i7R9u3Lkj4u2EBDEpLwROqNduBNK32LRVcQG-5oAVj4swO60SYB3L2Hwc3fbuk5WsV3pk/s1600-h/July+100_1616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1LxASYRINLWYTO9Mob8COMMi-GLMdz_cXeBcc9vAxkf6wOxl8l1uJc5fh4dcNwlAaBckz1i7R9u3Lkj4u2EBDEpLwROqNduBNK32LRVcQG-5oAVj4swO60SYB3L2Hwc3fbuk5WsV3pk/s320/July+100_1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377839519662818098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1)</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">1</span>st Day of <span style="font-weight: bold;">1</span>st Grade-That's alot of 1sts<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBVlZTAVjpswXk87FdQ-Y9IXkYq9rQWWx6YNAdCyJnNoERrlyXAWvdinESfiIX-ZG5WSA4HbbVShRmu1_96L3GOM9Jzr-Zyy0tpTwChJZ0hiE_40VP3cXCy3ja0-XfhNAD1TSU5AiBAQ/s1600-h/August+100_1624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBVlZTAVjpswXk87FdQ-Y9IXkYq9rQWWx6YNAdCyJnNoERrlyXAWvdinESfiIX-ZG5WSA4HbbVShRmu1_96L3GOM9Jzr-Zyy0tpTwChJZ0hiE_40VP3cXCy3ja0-XfhNAD1TSU5AiBAQ/s320/August+100_1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377839949462124594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">1</span>st Day of Preschool<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8-J3B03FEGxkW37JwawFp2lvOWrKisK5a1kYbiftv0HYVFo4mo_o85FBnN1GvXWbNZiih2iqW12lYFvwHLzTJPt1F1ZxbFhS1NH5LVbdzCIp8Zoqu8WNKyflEjFJ2mFkVMLm3LjdWSE/s1600-h/August+100_1625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8-J3B03FEGxkW37JwawFp2lvOWrKisK5a1kYbiftv0HYVFo4mo_o85FBnN1GvXWbNZiih2iqW12lYFvwHLzTJPt1F1ZxbFhS1NH5LVbdzCIp8Zoqu8WNKyflEjFJ2mFkVMLm3LjdWSE/s320/August+100_1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377840299060301778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1)</span> 1</span>st Day of Dance<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7hhfVB0f7S58ZsO930F3kCjxk2Fa7_TcvXV5Al4Xvxx_O1ltw8cG-mJHCsEGu6dqLXW-Yy5WGcd1L-a3YzrcqafK53kEnC2UjiYvtZAKnD5DTYnPgfa682U604FngXtYdyISfSWrZ4I/s1600-h/June+2009_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7hhfVB0f7S58ZsO930F3kCjxk2Fa7_TcvXV5Al4Xvxx_O1ltw8cG-mJHCsEGu6dqLXW-Yy5WGcd1L-a3YzrcqafK53kEnC2UjiYvtZAKnD5DTYnPgfa682U604FngXtYdyISfSWrZ4I/s320/June+2009_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377840541394881314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">9</span> </span>Years married to this <span style="font-weight: bold;">Stud</span> (?)<br /><br />And there you have it.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-43219375359755973372009-09-01T11:15:00.003-07:002009-09-01T11:31:14.776-07:00Really busy...So... things have been "<span style="font-weight: bold;">REALLY</span>" busy at Kohl's (I hope you can sense my sarcasm) Truth be told I just don't really care about my blog right now, I think too many people use it to toot their own horns and say "look at me I'm perfect". Anyhow, I have been getting a lot of crap about not updating, so while looking at other blogs (stalking, if you will) I came across the most amazing girl/blog "<a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">NieNie</a>". I am humbled by this girl and her strength and beauty. I found myself completely engrossed in her story of survival and in awe of her and who she is. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I WANT TO BE HER FRIEND</span>. I realize my life is easy compared to hers and have decided its time for me to turn a new leaf and be a better person. So for now, here is to her and my "new leaf"....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60RBYhO-x4JuLcWRbsu5yR8WgEXHjF9owS2TMoug-zHWjCyctwCKURoxeZGJO00TJj7z2EjDOETM9KCRx6kdmgW00tZspJvXrm9pqRhMkyuwU6AREvJY2Z8nSMTBaR7dPzoEnlZ2ciG4/s1600-h/dbb17b7f31622f08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60RBYhO-x4JuLcWRbsu5yR8WgEXHjF9owS2TMoug-zHWjCyctwCKURoxeZGJO00TJj7z2EjDOETM9KCRx6kdmgW00tZspJvXrm9pqRhMkyuwU6AREvJY2Z8nSMTBaR7dPzoEnlZ2ciG4/s400/dbb17b7f31622f08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376568296598570882" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-84578543278744539872009-03-15T21:21:00.004-07:002009-03-15T21:39:57.624-07:00Where are you?!Yes, I know I have not blogged in MONTHS.<br />Well, truth be told, we haven't been too exciting.<br />I haven't downloaded any pictures from, well<br />like before Christmas. (bc, my computer sucks)<br />And we're going through some changes around<br />here. I have been in work limbo since December,<br />not knowing whether or not my job was going to<br />die or scrape by with its teeth. I'm still not sure...<br />so I went and found myself another job.<br />I am a NEW employee (well, as of Feb. 26th) of :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zm8eHGzlxjXbuyTZVTStKOKKNpoyZKAnfMtClHAslDkYBbTL-gf1iOWgw-Z1DrZv-rQshPEPe3pe-8Cqbzfs1qX2tWWD1rCFs9iCwFhSAFyiH2QCoqJ5eNn8xlLhSX7lJv6rJwQw_Lo/s1600-h/kohls-logo.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 40px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zm8eHGzlxjXbuyTZVTStKOKKNpoyZKAnfMtClHAslDkYBbTL-gf1iOWgw-Z1DrZv-rQshPEPe3pe-8Cqbzfs1qX2tWWD1rCFs9iCwFhSAFyiH2QCoqJ5eNn8xlLhSX7lJv6rJwQw_Lo/s200/kohls-logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313637532646204818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I feel lucky to have found someone who was hiring<br />and somewhere so close and a flexible schedule.<br />It has been a tough transition for me to leave at<br />nights and on the weekends, but we'll get through it.<br />I'm mostly thankful that Justun is a great crutch for<br />me. He has/is/will make this whole thing alot easier.<br />And, thank goodness he has a GOOD job, someone<br />around here needs to make some money. (You know<br />it's not me :0 )Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-21846305348139238102008-12-12T21:39:00.003-07:002008-12-12T21:55:49.113-07:00I a "BIG" girl now!!Wahoooo!!!<br />Well, Haddie is finally COMPLETELY potty-trained.<br />NO MORE diapers, do you know how much money that saves?<br />(well, we use pull-ups for naps and bedtime just in case)<br />About 2 weeks ago we told her if she could go 7 days with no<br />accidents we would take her to the store to buy a surprise.<br />Well, she did it and we are going on 2 weeks tomorrow.<br />I am so proud of her, I was worried that she was too little,<br />but the little stinker is too friekin' smart for her own britches.<br />You have to understand Abby didn't GET it until she was 3 and<br />even then poop was another story entirely. And, you are<br />probably wondering what prize she picked for potty-training,<br />one word: CANDY. No toy, no movie, no Barbie Corvette (Abby),<br />all she wanted was CANDY. Which also happens to be what she<br />wants from Santa. I LOVE THIS GIRL!!! Anyhow, I was going to<br />post a picture, but as my friend Karen so aptly put it, no one wants<br />to see a picture of my kid on the toilet. (Nor do I really want to take<br />one) I could have taken a picture of her with her CANDY, but I<br />really didn't think that far ahead. SORRY :( As for Haddie, she is<br />really proud that gets to wear "BIG" girl panties like Mom and Abby<br />and she sometimes refuses the potty seat with, "I no need it Mom,<br />I a big girl now, renember?" Its hard not to love the little stinker.<br />Way to go Haddie, you are a big girl!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-89230222696539089272008-12-02T22:19:00.002-07:002008-12-02T22:21:07.889-07:00YEAH for Christmas!May the spirit of Christmas be with you now and all<br />throughout the year :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-75870416804473125212008-11-26T17:26:00.003-07:002008-11-26T17:41:05.508-07:00Happy Thanksgiving!Here's wishin' you a great day of family, football,<br />and turkey. Here are a few things I am thankful for:<br /><br />1. My husband and our girls<br />2. Our families<br />3. Our friends<br />4. Our health<br />5. Our home<br />6. Our jobs<br />7. The country we live in and our freedoms<br />8. The soldiers fighting for those freedoms<br /><br />Justun is thankful for :<br />- Geese landing in decoys<br /><br />Abby is thankful for:<br />- School<br /><br />Hadley is thankful for:<br />- Mom<br /><br />Thanksgiving is a very close second when it comes<br />to favorite holidays for me. I hope yours is GREAT!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-22497938802580086742008-11-18T21:36:00.004-07:002008-11-18T23:00:11.319-07:00A Day in the Life of a Mom<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so I've had one of those days where you wonder "Did I get<br />anything done?" My answer is a resounding "NO". Well, first<br />let me tell you that my server for work is down and my boss is<br />on a cruise, so I have no immediate work issues. One would<br />think with no work to do, I could actually clean my house and<br />get some things knocked off of my "to-do" list. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ahhh</span>, ha, ha, ha.<br />What I wouldn't give for that. As you have probably guessed,<br />I didn't get any of the above done, hell I didn't get to think<br />about them. Why you ask? <span style="font-weight: bold;">WE ARE OFF-TRACK. </span>Please<br />someone help me. I am drowning in "What can I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">do's</span>?" and<br />"Can we go ....... today?" Don't get me wrong it is nice to have<br />Abby home and to have nowhere in particular to be. Its just the<br />endless fighting (and yelling) and the instant messes that they<br />are able to create. (Truly, they have a gift for messes) I thought<br />it would be nice to vacuum today, (which would have taken less<br />time that what I had to do) but I had to pick up and put away<br />the tornado trail that would have been sucked into my vacuum.<br />(probably would have ruined the vacuum and not the toys) It's<br />quite sad when you have to clean up, before you clean. Please<br />tell me I am not the only one with this problem? Oh, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">to add<br />to the mix, Haddie</span> is potty-training. I know I am crazy.<br />She is doing great, up until the unexplained accidents of poop<br />and pee at the same time in big girl panties. I say unexplained<br />because not 2 minutes before the accidents, she went on the<br />potty. I dunno. You'd think also not having ANYTHING to do,<br />we could go some fun places and get some Christmas shopping<br />done. This is not my luck or my life. #1 We don't have the money<br />right now (who does right?) which nixes out any fun places that<br />cost money right before the Holidays. By the way, if you have any<br />fun, FREE ideas, other than the library I will take any you can<br />throw my way. #2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Justun</span> doesn't know what he wants me to get<br />him and neither does anyone else (except Abby & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Haddie, who</span><br />of course, I can't buy for because WE ARE OFF-TRACK) I think<br />I don't like being off-track. I sit here wondering how the other<br />Moms do it, because for today I have failed miserably, and yet<br />here I sit blogging about it rather than cleaning. (I can't vacuum<br />NOW, it is way too noisy) After being a Mom for 5 years now,<br />you'd think I'd have it figured out, alas I can barely handle the<br />2 little munchkins. I'm a firm believer in "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Payback's</span> a Bitch"<br />and all I can say is my poor Mom. And, to everyone who has or<br />had more than 2 kids, YOU ARE TRULY AMAZING! I'd love to<br />hear your tricks, if you'd like to share. I guess to give myself<br />some credit at the end of the day: mostly everything has been<br />put away (key word is MOSTLY), dishes are done (by done I<br />mean loaded, not in the sink), laundry is going as we blog<br />(nowhere near done though), and the kids were fed and loved.<br />(Once, they fell asleep) All in all I guess I should get a pass for<br />today, I am after all still ALIVE and I didn't harm my kids.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-61067738809847038912008-11-03T21:41:00.003-07:002008-11-03T22:14:00.467-07:00Happy Birthday Mom (Nana)I just wanted to wish my mom a Happy 50th Birthday.<br />She certainly doesn't look or act 50, which I think is pretty cool.<br />She doesn't like her picture taken, so you'll have to imagine her.<br />She is cute, quiet, easy going and she'll do anything for her kids<br />and grandkids. Abby and Haddie absolutely adore Nana. She<br />and Justun enjoy teasing each other (which I love). She is<br />always there when I need her, whether it is to complain or<br />babysit. She's honest, funny, hardworking and completely<br />unselfish. Growing up she was the mom and the dad, she never<br />missed a performance or a game and she was always there;<br />I was never afraid to talk to her about anything, I always knew<br />I could call her if I was in trouble, and I always knew she<br />wouldn't freak out. Most importantly, she always hugged and<br />kissed us, told us she loved us and that she was proud of us.<br />I know she sounds perfect right? Well, she was for us.<br />I am thankful that we are so close and I am proud to call her<br />my mom. I think she is the best mom and friend I could ask for.<br />I love you Mom, I would be lost without you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-39867252317567912462008-10-28T20:31:00.004-07:002008-10-28T21:22:53.805-07:00Politics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR8pPGSVcrLYBXkE0PpJEm2-Ykfzgg-USThObx4_08G3DKIWiNM96YqDiBFWWMqHgMmZFzvFsN31FfljI31o8QmUFmeZ91C2zUk2qmrE_wiPvTwGnHr259jHoT4RmqUjmqZVBmbmkZp0/s1600-h/Republican.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR8pPGSVcrLYBXkE0PpJEm2-Ykfzgg-USThObx4_08G3DKIWiNM96YqDiBFWWMqHgMmZFzvFsN31FfljI31o8QmUFmeZ91C2zUk2qmrE_wiPvTwGnHr259jHoT4RmqUjmqZVBmbmkZp0/s200/Republican.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262414092806036274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw8wOQ-n1FASv5_HFW7JnnCpmxlW1x6yxZXLXegqQu_NUas5xIWkBkz7QOA1P676Nx-_DfyShltbXZBSzFbD34xAb8CN8gla5Z8sJt61iz9X67es-DRcr8Rkg30G8Cq5-kL_97YGbXy0/s1600-h/Democrat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw8wOQ-n1FASv5_HFW7JnnCpmxlW1x6yxZXLXegqQu_NUas5xIWkBkz7QOA1P676Nx-_DfyShltbXZBSzFbD34xAb8CN8gla5Z8sJt61iz9X67es-DRcr8Rkg30G8Cq5-kL_97YGbXy0/s200/Democrat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262414089702196210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hate politics!<br />I hate this time of year because of elections.<br />I am sure you are thinking, "She should appreciate<br />that we can vote and that we are American and that<br />we are free!" I DO appreciate those things, well the<br />American and the free part, but let's be honest I don't<br />vote. I guess when I found out that the votes from the<br />electoral colleges are all that matter in the Presidential<br />election, I decided not to waste my time. Let's get back<br />to where I was headed with this, the reasoning behind<br />my hate. Where, oh where should I begin?<br /><br />1. It is lie after lie after lie. Who can make the better<br />promise and then not keep it? What happened to<br />honesty? I never know what to believe. Everyone can<br />make promises, but only people with true character<br />and integrity can keep them.<br /><br />2. Instead of focusing on what their strengths are<br />and what they think they can bring to the table, they<br />dig up the dirt, expose the skeletons in each others<br />closets and bash each other over religion, upbringing,<br />lifestyle, previous jobs, kids, etc, etc. I guess I don't<br />understand how this makes anyone look good, everyone<br />has a past, some with more shady areas than others, but<br />we all do have something we're not proud of. How does<br />this make them a better candidate, in reality I just wonder<br />why I have to choose the lesser of two evils?<br /><br />3. The unbelievable amounts of money spent on the<br />campaigns, I think that money could be better spent on<br />what they promised to do when they have office.<br /><br />4. I hate how they "think" they know what the average<br /> American needs, pretty sure they have no idea what my<br />family and friends need. In their million dollar homes,<br />with fancy clothes and cars, someone who cooks and cleans,<br />they are not worried about how they are going to pay their<br />bills or if they will ever be able to get into a house. They<br />aren't pinching every penny hoping that someday they can<br />come out ahead or working multiple jobs to make ends meet.<br />Simply put, they don't live the life of an average American,<br />how can they possibly understand? I am sure someone is<br />going to tell me that "They once lived that way", but then<br />please tell me "Then why don't they get it right?"<br /><br /><br />5. It consumes people, media, everything. Yes, I get that<br />this is a historic election and the President is an important<br />job and I should care more, but for me its a "I'll believe it<br />when I see it" kind of thing. The negativity of it is all over.<br />And I hate having it shoved down my throat.<br /><br />I agree and disagree with both candidates, some issues<br />are of more importance to me than others, but I think<br />the "game" of politics ruins the true purpose. Each party<br />gets so caught up in their own agendas, they forget what<br />really matters. Clearly politics is not my thing, but I think<br />it brings out the worst in everyone. It shows the ugly side<br />of human nature. I hate to think of where America will be<br />when the girls are adults.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-69829879936173051372008-10-23T14:23:00.003-07:002008-10-23T14:26:00.248-07:00Picture TagI've been tagged by Jeri (again!).<br />Post the 6th picture in the 6th folder of your pictures and explain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFKGoyh1s1yRLGO9632cDmozmUL9XZ7aVh4o77ZTt8y9CXWqI7_CxdO_1fnhYQ-aDJ4VShEcZLtMDizqeDcjBdEP7I9sOwDMzm9qWW5CMH7hH1N1Re-TXq_hidphNGCt1dL2QRNJSyss/s1600-h/July+2008+154.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFKGoyh1s1yRLGO9632cDmozmUL9XZ7aVh4o77ZTt8y9CXWqI7_CxdO_1fnhYQ-aDJ4VShEcZLtMDizqeDcjBdEP7I9sOwDMzm9qWW5CMH7hH1N1Re-TXq_hidphNGCt1dL2QRNJSyss/s320/July+2008+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260463357392162706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Deer Creek 7/4/08<br />That Ladies and Gentlemen is my husband,<br />do you really need further explanation?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477636451745770214.post-90555753288020313762008-10-19T15:49:00.003-07:002008-10-19T16:53:07.747-07:00Hadley is 2!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbIfEK67kbNwGpnScunn374QVWTmo05sXzxp2wujKnKgnZD7-gBxRuJrpTd9syeMIKXLElR58A8kgssAXNC7XqwldnPGcerbKL_ZzafdMYxxHKDpYjW4XFPiKOjFDbGBS_blOIwSr9HE/s1600-h/Haddie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbIfEK67kbNwGpnScunn374QVWTmo05sXzxp2wujKnKgnZD7-gBxRuJrpTd9syeMIKXLElR58A8kgssAXNC7XqwldnPGcerbKL_ZzafdMYxxHKDpYjW4XFPiKOjFDbGBS_blOIwSr9HE/s320/Haddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259016758913801026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Haddie turned 2 on Friday (the 17th) and I can't believe my baby is 2,<br />where did the time go? Haddie is such a lively addition to our family.<br />She is cute, noisy, silly, bossy, sweet, fiesty, wierd and sometimes<br />gross, but we wouldn't want her any other way. I like to say she is<br />busting at the seams with personality. Here are some fun facts<br />about Haddie:<br /><br />She looks like her Daddy<br />She wants to be big like Abby<br />She is VERY independent and KNOWS what she wants<br />She loves to help<br />She loves to sing & dance<br />She loves Hannah Montana & Jonas Brothers (their music anyways)<br />She knows her alphabet and numbers to 15<br />She speaks in complete sentences and she never stops talking<br />She is going through a licking phase (GROSS)<br />She is a challenge for Mommy :) See below.<br /><br />We were riding in the car one day and she starts throwing a royal fit,<br />arching her back, trying to pry her arms out of the car seat, screaming<br />at the top of her lungs for no apparent reason. (other than she didn't<br />want to be in her car seat) So I turn around and say:<br /><br />Mom: "Haddie, what's wrong?"<br />Haddie: SCREAMING<br />Mom: "Haddie, are you mad?"<br />Haddie: SCREAMING<br />Mom: "Haddie, are you throwing a fit?" (She knows this is not OK)<br />Haddie: "No worry 'bout it Mom, I cry by myself!"<br /><br />I had to turn around so she didn't see me smile and tried really hard<br />not to laugh. What do you say to that?<br /><br />We love you Haddie-Bug! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7