tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38546547312615685902024-02-18T23:59:49.823-08:00The Parker Press ReleaseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-47626881949106703562009-11-09T02:37:00.000-08:002009-11-09T19:10:25.452-08:00The Missing Yosemite Video<p>This is the video that didn't cooperate from that last long post. If it works . . .</p><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRM-CHi-Srw_yVWUs7-XtOnBtsIWCY_k8i9IM6durG5SDgs7Auoff_NbF3g4YL4UDAbS-jNV4DOPrlOMReqA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>From the Yosemite trip with the Parkers. Special thanks to Brad for perfoming the music. If Davy ever makes it big in the entertainment industry, you'll know at what age he got the hunger for the stage.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-51611545619665008492009-11-08T19:41:00.000-08:002009-11-11T20:28:36.050-08:00I Can SurviveThe Arizona Summer--it was my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nemesis</span> just a few short months ago, but I have now proudly conquered and defeated the foe (thanks to a few short weeks--OK, just over a month, spent on a Utah/California Sabbatical of sorts. I really needed to study some seasonal weather patterns in those regions). So, since there have been several mornings now where I have NOT been turning on the AC while taking the kiddies to school, I'm inclined to declare that the Arizona Fall has officially begun and while we relish these mid 80 temps, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reminisce</span> on Summer '09 for our happy little family.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiN4RU3clpBSEz7wYoJ7eZ9RVTq1g_XOD1AXQVemTQZGZz7QmU6gtH_CWU9iURmKCzG46O7-41se5_ydeRVgW_DQ0QJ_nG0YNb1lO4ssrtEYMO-knMCn5oFck2x0hkqCsMZ5gaJoJu48/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402020171377661442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiN4RU3clpBSEz7wYoJ7eZ9RVTq1g_XOD1AXQVemTQZGZz7QmU6gtH_CWU9iURmKCzG46O7-41se5_ydeRVgW_DQ0QJ_nG0YNb1lO4ssrtEYMO-knMCn5oFck2x0hkqCsMZ5gaJoJu48/s400/100_1587.JPG" /></a> Spencer and Conner Andrus stayed with us for several days. There is something about colorful blocks and several <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">independently</span> humming children that gladdens the soul.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ql27dX7dnxN0MmeYgznmc1y-PhL3_TWB3_W_m1yJoyp2BcWTTxlec6VOVyGoOuCFy4tQAyeyMxYZFpIQ3UcBE3emeSnLWG29kL7E6-hW7aOAAfmntwV0te-xEop4WXidEl07OECsmtU/s1600-h/100_1842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402020167704056754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ql27dX7dnxN0MmeYgznmc1y-PhL3_TWB3_W_m1yJoyp2BcWTTxlec6VOVyGoOuCFy4tQAyeyMxYZFpIQ3UcBE3emeSnLWG29kL7E6-hW7aOAAfmntwV0te-xEop4WXidEl07OECsmtU/s400/100_1842.JPG" /></a>The backyard hose was immensely popular this summer<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">We lucked out in June and had one of the coolest on record, and by the time July came, starting at 103 and continuing to even more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sweltering</span> high temps, we were in our Pathfinder, laughing at our good fortune and heading for the western coast. We made it there just in time to pack up with the Parker family and enjoy a luxurious trip to the North Pines campsite at Yosemite National Park. I can only describe with pictures. And one short video. And maybe a few quick comments on the pictures and video.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNXsAbR5dCYto-nPSGs9RYdQgg17i6t_9j32QqeulkbUZD8BuT7fEAJjyz0XUDIQOwVQinnVlJ7S3fmRS0I2jIKnVYA93_sTU12kUw_GT4N7HdtkT2YxFUdyj9J61PJ1VAaaKkTWjY48/s1600-h/CIMG3418.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402020161937771618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNXsAbR5dCYto-nPSGs9RYdQgg17i6t_9j32QqeulkbUZD8BuT7fEAJjyz0XUDIQOwVQinnVlJ7S3fmRS0I2jIKnVYA93_sTU12kUw_GT4N7HdtkT2YxFUdyj9J61PJ1VAaaKkTWjY48/s400/CIMG3418.JPG" /></a> We hiked a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">doozy</span> of a hike--one that probably should not be attempted with young children. There were no strollers going up this trail (the top of the mist trail). But they did it with only our prodding, Grandpa's promises of ice cream, and occasional adult piggyback rides to spur them on. Here Lindsey and Roxy hike with Kelly and Jason.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYaUbFl912cfHsM2X7GDCdJaqLDeXWREXcCOqqI_U-DNWGwRj-pKw1_JyzMw9w1N1C12xgK-OBLQfBPaDbmvMi_hz_OhPOKWFRxdUQrTXpuha97YejryM5sl_ARyWhr63N2pIGrUaBtQ/s1600-h/CIMG3442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402020157262626082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYaUbFl912cfHsM2X7GDCdJaqLDeXWREXcCOqqI_U-DNWGwRj-pKw1_JyzMw9w1N1C12xgK-OBLQfBPaDbmvMi_hz_OhPOKWFRxdUQrTXpuha97YejryM5sl_ARyWhr63N2pIGrUaBtQ/s400/CIMG3442.JPG" /></a> Us at the top of a cliff with a huge fall behind us. OK, so the kids may have run out of energy a bit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbizW5AK2ot-ZZfeSnNFuMPv8_tQP-E6QcQBNAnLVsD6ya7Aa4-t2LRiqUfRSnCeDWCl98yLZTi52MshQCvwSGSCVX-QqX1pWdQrE8p5nkilA3JzmqQ4nRbSabWcoxWe2avkR5BLMUgk/s1600-h/CIMG3486.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402018708416902610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbizW5AK2ot-ZZfeSnNFuMPv8_tQP-E6QcQBNAnLVsD6ya7Aa4-t2LRiqUfRSnCeDWCl98yLZTi52MshQCvwSGSCVX-QqX1pWdQrE8p5nkilA3JzmqQ4nRbSabWcoxWe2avkR5BLMUgk/s400/CIMG3486.JPG" /></a><br />A dip in the sand and water were a good pick-me-up for the way back down.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHUvW7oHNzEjbn9lqizrGRZWCUhK4PVN8fmqpN9_Hf49juoMCxTKXnkBzARd3D4ghBzrcV72iNSgvoNK80LnXKXjw8KUYAFm4Af7OgtiItiY7yTt-naIVp7fOnEr8BXleNmAqaf455uM/s1600-h/CIMG3537.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402018696905213234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHUvW7oHNzEjbn9lqizrGRZWCUhK4PVN8fmqpN9_Hf49juoMCxTKXnkBzARd3D4ghBzrcV72iNSgvoNK80LnXKXjw8KUYAFm4Af7OgtiItiY7yTt-naIVp7fOnEr8BXleNmAqaf455uM/s400/CIMG3537.JPG" /></a> Josh, after (and during) the hike.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50SNQp2hUIj5vmsgKqAZHr3hCA0DiALaT78Pq7w-L0L7xtmVhQ3OBQ_Tn1vJ3ClAiE5LPjdQeDL2FdBkq4R9sSNIkfE0qISD7XSfX-PM_0OYp7_ixZVQ4odk6VsFSoKrziy2G-f03uTs/s1600-h/CIMG3554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402018694729932082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50SNQp2hUIj5vmsgKqAZHr3hCA0DiALaT78Pq7w-L0L7xtmVhQ3OBQ_Tn1vJ3ClAiE5LPjdQeDL2FdBkq4R9sSNIkfE0qISD7XSfX-PM_0OYp7_ixZVQ4odk6VsFSoKrziy2G-f03uTs/s400/CIMG3554.JPG" /></a>Ice cream bars, as promised! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sooooo</span> worth all the physical strain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeTYuJ6ph6ltNBIJy_cOwyjYQn6g6LPxKDnqYfhyphenhyphenIVause2b1Zb1-V_we2C6ULXprtyfbJvVIgVSfTqXP2MhXirQ2NuzgASBPeQdmJZfZLW_jaHgNDIpoDVle-0ANK7YqK2pFAESYm68/s1600-h/P6284511.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402018684145139394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeTYuJ6ph6ltNBIJy_cOwyjYQn6g6LPxKDnqYfhyphenhyphenIVause2b1Zb1-V_we2C6ULXprtyfbJvVIgVSfTqXP2MhXirQ2NuzgASBPeQdmJZfZLW_jaHgNDIpoDVle-0ANK7YqK2pFAESYm68/s400/P6284511.JPG" /></a> All dressed up for church at the Yosemite Chapel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhhpSeD82hCx3RrpIM5lSUlyikPANCVwS_CzR9Y7H7pY_xDpYiXMGVDdO_c7Umkv19LXfsTIiY13Z4ukF6-bBPN38s6J_80iMo4Uz1p5MAH40maBR3OjoLBx_mcf-c5QulDpZnAYIASo/s1600-h/P6284531.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402018680083187682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhhpSeD82hCx3RrpIM5lSUlyikPANCVwS_CzR9Y7H7pY_xDpYiXMGVDdO_c7Umkv19LXfsTIiY13Z4ukF6-bBPN38s6J_80iMo4Uz1p5MAH40maBR3OjoLBx_mcf-c5QulDpZnAYIASo/s400/P6284531.JPG" /></a> Looks just like a planned professional picture, right? Except for the fact that none of us had showered.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4-HU4F9FemwPdmyVUlaiIDjQuit3s196tuuEplJIb-1cWGhOuguyyGNk9EuuqO-2Xjws6MIn70i3mf195MsxOLca_sMh_7GkPCPqWNwwmLeQrdpCmL3XKWtTqpSJg5KocvcVoTCsykY/s1600-h/P6284552.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016812915104626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4-HU4F9FemwPdmyVUlaiIDjQuit3s196tuuEplJIb-1cWGhOuguyyGNk9EuuqO-2Xjws6MIn70i3mf195MsxOLca_sMh_7GkPCPqWNwwmLeQrdpCmL3XKWtTqpSJg5KocvcVoTCsykY/s400/P6284552.JPG" /></a> Kids love group pictures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0KLoEPQnDOv-FL1J7VaZG06OMOrO3EDWHjHqvsohUTldcqlhhjgObo4b6bZ-zTpnkbozFNZUPp_F7HtPlj0q3NrYRXW0Wh0yrojlcFQDwW7oUzTXpHzucvyFbg-tsw34UDFslwaS0no/s1600-h/CIMG3561.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016808829065442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0KLoEPQnDOv-FL1J7VaZG06OMOrO3EDWHjHqvsohUTldcqlhhjgObo4b6bZ-zTpnkbozFNZUPp_F7HtPlj0q3NrYRXW0Wh0yrojlcFQDwW7oUzTXpHzucvyFbg-tsw34UDFslwaS0no/s400/CIMG3561.JPG" /></a> Uncle Jason's treasure map was cracked and the sucker treasure was consumed in 5 min flat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QiP0-9mDYKSwHBHlrnSxe_TVbEXeky7LI8JEmoBO6FbhmM8OwuT58JzHovxg4-LHfs36Dgdb-dMrycZycmjMAq2cUJ5QLcjUdNm5EF71ZeZXr6kgInHY6U1W-kX1RX0iVQaxaOzlbj4/s1600-h/CIMG3576.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016802872988770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QiP0-9mDYKSwHBHlrnSxe_TVbEXeky7LI8JEmoBO6FbhmM8OwuT58JzHovxg4-LHfs36Dgdb-dMrycZycmjMAq2cUJ5QLcjUdNm5EF71ZeZXr6kgInHY6U1W-kX1RX0iVQaxaOzlbj4/s400/CIMG3576.JPG" /></a> We couldn't decide if Lindsey and Roxy were the dirtiest . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWMgnxQgt2kez5gxeBH2mBqIc-EEltv2OmRm9RXGmjAe9I4atUJG1XbnAk6O0463x-mmRFaCu08swuK5fhSzPNgtB1zfvcyfFqpOWmbDxeANKs5OhulgkAcgOKHeGDl1Ca_ydfx_iBY0/s1600-h/CIMG3587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016794013368034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWMgnxQgt2kez5gxeBH2mBqIc-EEltv2OmRm9RXGmjAe9I4atUJG1XbnAk6O0463x-mmRFaCu08swuK5fhSzPNgtB1zfvcyfFqpOWmbDxeANKs5OhulgkAcgOKHeGDl1Ca_ydfx_iBY0/s400/CIMG3587.JPG" /></a> or Lindsey and Josh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurP386FOu9Qjpj63Ze8LVxJOU8gCK3cQZNjkCFjDJPFjqgzKyumYiM-ulgHmBBACxBcw2cWsZ00ITTdXCWgdzmVnGUe1rLhaAvsO_ldaceUVIK1c45cvtr48JSMih78jjeQTpSwTGUAg/s1600-h/P6294578.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016790327879986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurP386FOu9Qjpj63Ze8LVxJOU8gCK3cQZNjkCFjDJPFjqgzKyumYiM-ulgHmBBACxBcw2cWsZ00ITTdXCWgdzmVnGUe1rLhaAvsO_ldaceUVIK1c45cvtr48JSMih78jjeQTpSwTGUAg/s400/P6294578.JPG" /></a> Unshaven brothers.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />Following the Yosemite trip we lounged and did work via the Parker family loft, while the kids <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">rebonded</span> with cousins and drank loads of Grandma's hand mixed flavored water drinks. For a second time, we took the kids on a walk for miles--this time across The City. And when the 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of July rolled around we loaded up the Bus and drove a mile or two down to the Marina where we ate vacation-only junk food and watched 24 until the city fireworks started up. The kids even enjoyed a few fireworks brought in from out of state several years ago--nothing has a longer shelf life.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqezC3p2czKEA6tGGqC42tiZTf-DJYTMeqtytB1DvKqL0erRDSmmQ-NVWPjGAyrHz2o5oEf7cWcgbDZuY2Cs_KD0Q_FAX1xHWBdsa0oZQR0mBEzW-g281OnFa2yyRXGuZH-YmwuAVZSlA/s1600-h/P7014644.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015023201097570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqezC3p2czKEA6tGGqC42tiZTf-DJYTMeqtytB1DvKqL0erRDSmmQ-NVWPjGAyrHz2o5oEf7cWcgbDZuY2Cs_KD0Q_FAX1xHWBdsa0oZQR0mBEzW-g281OnFa2yyRXGuZH-YmwuAVZSlA/s400/P7014644.JPG" /></a>Back at Grandma and pa's house: You can never fit too many kids on a swing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9jN3w6oPNufEe3iY3fqCykckZS_ABl3UlEHDumPbvq-NKve6VkBb69jBGhYV1CqNgFB7Dvw67L4k2Lvz3w3yscI4CUt5j5TN8xNxVB2YSrwEnCIJD10AJVoaasnxBjY-ZS11ZNhvjz0/s1600-h/P7014666.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015015262096178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9jN3w6oPNufEe3iY3fqCykckZS_ABl3UlEHDumPbvq-NKve6VkBb69jBGhYV1CqNgFB7Dvw67L4k2Lvz3w3yscI4CUt5j5TN8xNxVB2YSrwEnCIJD10AJVoaasnxBjY-ZS11ZNhvjz0/s400/P7014666.JPG" /></a> A rowdy group of Buccaneers with a cannon ball in the center.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3eRKiMnWGkq83Sj1L0Sgcy_3k3gJ7sXecT9-Vtnb2bbSUlO4ePWCClmJszlevlHoF8wKTVdv_f-sj4slo9LZiWxYaMdf46Mq7n4B2WuupGuFjGY9N-pvHG-aI_hTYxrKZXpJT8A1Azk/s1600-h/P7014677.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015013942293218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3eRKiMnWGkq83Sj1L0Sgcy_3k3gJ7sXecT9-Vtnb2bbSUlO4ePWCClmJszlevlHoF8wKTVdv_f-sj4slo9LZiWxYaMdf46Mq7n4B2WuupGuFjGY9N-pvHG-aI_hTYxrKZXpJT8A1Azk/s400/P7014677.JPG" /></a>Connor turned 2. Can you get any cuter? Can the cake get any cooler? (made by his mom and dad. Who also appreciate a good episode of Ace of Cakes.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf6NLjVw2JrJrMxhLNxa8V3Rj1JrQ2cpO4kcc50hddwXgak5JKO1ex3UFeMbFtG2B9sUXDe95ONfsxAwvvFyyDqt8OBmFcQDil7DjCa88jT5wKIHQpGvh9tPqtxwRCteju_ChqjBAxc/s1600-h/CIMG3620.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015009819720722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf6NLjVw2JrJrMxhLNxa8V3Rj1JrQ2cpO4kcc50hddwXgak5JKO1ex3UFeMbFtG2B9sUXDe95ONfsxAwvvFyyDqt8OBmFcQDil7DjCa88jT5wKIHQpGvh9tPqtxwRCteju_ChqjBAxc/s400/CIMG3620.JPG" /></a> Afton and kids at the SF Sea Lions. You know just where this is, if you've ever been there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIJWY5ksxCVlTaAXPRbCWUtPbF4KmLSGQoKab4_2uqMYa3E5xAFgcwkq5yHFUBt8316qEEAeh7NAF0xSJ-ZbcpMXOzqeNnAJxmDIBahzEXLIU4rtEDQdbC0OYJ__569Q9ZrdrmDu8TcE/s1600-h/CIMG3591.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015003041664162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIJWY5ksxCVlTaAXPRbCWUtPbF4KmLSGQoKab4_2uqMYa3E5xAFgcwkq5yHFUBt8316qEEAeh7NAF0xSJ-ZbcpMXOzqeNnAJxmDIBahzEXLIU4rtEDQdbC0OYJ__569Q9ZrdrmDu8TcE/s400/CIMG3591.JPG" /></a><br />Riding BART to the city.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpMuTbW_zcBkRzFDM1qVyEmz4VFYKYTPgyt4aOsjNZ5zK_YdhpKjIvWIR-GRFs55WaM8VZawLiSZ2JN1mh2sNRqe88Ldt1fWZVroc7GIWAOfJSr89BjUJKh1j2tPobrHxSQ1lQmX5Ocs/s1600-h/CIMG3628.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012304509977730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpMuTbW_zcBkRzFDM1qVyEmz4VFYKYTPgyt4aOsjNZ5zK_YdhpKjIvWIR-GRFs55WaM8VZawLiSZ2JN1mh2sNRqe88Ldt1fWZVroc7GIWAOfJSr89BjUJKh1j2tPobrHxSQ1lQmX5Ocs/s400/CIMG3628.JPG" /></a><br />Brad and Luke at Hard Rock.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaRkPa5StNHbe5XSaPrb6TM5KYjcUhKPwfvohswh_x9M6tf0XtcTehRVoVrjy7PMsjc6Vq7qcPImTEUF5W9TrdoBmg7yUIWMy-ayfImPpjVjfBMkOA5qoWYwgK6cXxatI_H4IzeH4WsI/s1600-h/CIMG3658.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012297079327650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaRkPa5StNHbe5XSaPrb6TM5KYjcUhKPwfvohswh_x9M6tf0XtcTehRVoVrjy7PMsjc6Vq7qcPImTEUF5W9TrdoBmg7yUIWMy-ayfImPpjVjfBMkOA5qoWYwgK6cXxatI_H4IzeH4WsI/s400/CIMG3658.JPG" /></a> And right after we, almost, learned our lesson from the Yosemite hike we marched the children all over SF. Poor kids thought they may get a prize at Chinatown for their labors.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvje-I-fbfYoL5aUnTpa5SRlulGdHhqtNlZ-pAWJQZvhdaBIAmaDfinpEp2m8tAbdFii29mU90BCM88fq_9JjHMRP2zoaH-i8PAwqrcW-hGLMDSGrrwTwFRQXKEs8ugfA5opquVkv4A4/s1600-h/CIMG3663.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012294998255490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvje-I-fbfYoL5aUnTpa5SRlulGdHhqtNlZ-pAWJQZvhdaBIAmaDfinpEp2m8tAbdFii29mU90BCM88fq_9JjHMRP2zoaH-i8PAwqrcW-hGLMDSGrrwTwFRQXKEs8ugfA5opquVkv4A4/s400/CIMG3663.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Deej</span> and Afton are totally into the "thumbs up"--international symbol.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRujfyubLuYZSo4CSxYmQNB-SxV9vbCrLUER0lHniFg80vzocJlxP2vxcx3coKr89uj6G2L1F1K12OYcREalEkbFguy0tlRLV8Bhn7NR7Va15oMgOGV8HeVTeTqJ968aKYqsiFyBE70c/s1600-h/CIMG3664.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012286392523138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRujfyubLuYZSo4CSxYmQNB-SxV9vbCrLUER0lHniFg80vzocJlxP2vxcx3coKr89uj6G2L1F1K12OYcREalEkbFguy0tlRLV8Bhn7NR7Va15oMgOGV8HeVTeTqJ968aKYqsiFyBE70c/s400/CIMG3664.JPG" /></a> Uncle Jason had the kids hanging from the bars on the train ride home.<br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqdI5nOMrKi6ZiD6Afv54TQ2h6X_kU6d-tmM364SevAVFTKZamNSJ-2QrXPk1cowu07R8Hv8so9W2MPnqXpk2rBEBEMDoqPTBn7-f588HGlf1qMW6liPJ9_HUQIWeTbpnWgK-XRyPlAQ/s1600-h/P7034709.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402010380901996498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqdI5nOMrKi6ZiD6Afv54TQ2h6X_kU6d-tmM364SevAVFTKZamNSJ-2QrXPk1cowu07R8Hv8so9W2MPnqXpk2rBEBEMDoqPTBn7-f588HGlf1qMW6liPJ9_HUQIWeTbpnWgK-XRyPlAQ/s400/P7034709.JPG" /></a><br />Uncle Mike shooting at what appears to be an unarmed water-fighter.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDqXgtz4Y7AhafGIeWUZdkHCBeJfzqTtJ_yQSIwHMHv1mVs_53URvq6Sm_XMGB5bsM-mME_YrioRwo60-VvPmQszTdpioAJ4bcIVACafoaltkLAdQJbywLk6d_xfbRRts1NhEUSIuJ7k/s1600-h/P7044718.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402010376805998402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDqXgtz4Y7AhafGIeWUZdkHCBeJfzqTtJ_yQSIwHMHv1mVs_53URvq6Sm_XMGB5bsM-mME_YrioRwo60-VvPmQszTdpioAJ4bcIVACafoaltkLAdQJbywLk6d_xfbRRts1NhEUSIuJ7k/s400/P7044718.JPG" /></a>4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of July<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYYMP0OmMEaxgCx3HwIzxZYUqbDDOgOfqAifhhFIbhXcFL7eA0I7QR7NBXhgI6ld9NaVTj-l4vNnSNiViuhM_RFp5ULs20MmMB27TMi0V2466rifK6sFw0UNA3PyzYdJ6NcpMYLwU3bI/s1600-h/P7044729.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402010371278263058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYYMP0OmMEaxgCx3HwIzxZYUqbDDOgOfqAifhhFIbhXcFL7eA0I7QR7NBXhgI6ld9NaVTj-l4vNnSNiViuhM_RFp5ULs20MmMB27TMi0V2466rifK6sFw0UNA3PyzYdJ6NcpMYLwU3bI/s400/P7044729.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh9dXXZ17KJnW4tXAvXJMPbKMJ8jQ0ebHCwBso03gCPdEYqz3GFfWNUrzP5kIbvd2ngEtJYCJrJLZQ_xFPGRLVAiWjNdG9clWAvVfi_ybAB1LY0LQ5HSgeMM4mkCt776CG5Qp0vjArqY/s1600-h/P7044746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402010367547744162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh9dXXZ17KJnW4tXAvXJMPbKMJ8jQ0ebHCwBso03gCPdEYqz3GFfWNUrzP5kIbvd2ngEtJYCJrJLZQ_xFPGRLVAiWjNdG9clWAvVfi_ybAB1LY0LQ5HSgeMM4mkCt776CG5Qp0vjArqY/s400/P7044746.JPG" /></a> * A special thanks to my mother-in-law, Barb, for all the pictures. I don't think I took one on the entire trip. I knew she had me covered.<br /><br />The Bay Area was gorgeous, as always, and very refreshing. The hills surrounding us were the yellowy, bumpy, flaky crust of a cherry pie, and I sat right in the middle, breathing in that sweet smelling air. On jogs, I could run during the middle of the day, with a permanent coastal A/C unit following me around. It was luxurious.<br />Following California, I successfully persuaded Jared into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">necessity</span> of a second leg of the trip: my little hometown, Lindon, Utah. We planned on the stay lasting for just a few days, but more siblings kept showing up and Jared continued to chug away at work, the best he could, sparing the rest of us from the 116 degree battle with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">archenemy</span>.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfs8HF1zmV65MSVwk9J5jn7mEWMFEMnl4UhWjwGy8Ddf4MddLAWX2pYr0NPyfzoEzT3x3rI52jr0flLvDHMGfruFpTIxw0oBIEKfUjyy6d1gZAO13ePZBjC5ZRjdFil9zvznCRlyp1p5o/s1600-h/100_1630.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402010361244480370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfs8HF1zmV65MSVwk9J5jn7mEWMFEMnl4UhWjwGy8Ddf4MddLAWX2pYr0NPyfzoEzT3x3rI52jr0flLvDHMGfruFpTIxw0oBIEKfUjyy6d1gZAO13ePZBjC5ZRjdFil9zvznCRlyp1p5o/s400/100_1630.JPG" /></a><br />If <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">nothin</span> else is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">goin</span> on, you can always sit on the back steps by Grandpa E's boots and suck your way through a twin pop.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XGauDEo_ZpF5R2mDPX6ZEKQdC6Yeyvtr3QaMxywgmYteTiqInc-m8fIWRabC2PlKw0D4qKJ04561TaiG42nsw5a9CVBk_fJBFa2cxbspbIl2iQmpa1OTIVnwCRY0DtKND2V-vqL5eCs/s1600-h/100_1625.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973336674405186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XGauDEo_ZpF5R2mDPX6ZEKQdC6Yeyvtr3QaMxywgmYteTiqInc-m8fIWRabC2PlKw0D4qKJ04561TaiG42nsw5a9CVBk_fJBFa2cxbspbIl2iQmpa1OTIVnwCRY0DtKND2V-vqL5eCs/s400/100_1625.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o7gxNZZWW-WYavI3BLLXIazYBZq2PSnImy9pF_wA7FTE-O3Jwv2OAvxm4z1yiRFmTievcvKANPjbHEHADKQ7NvV6l1aBunRietr4MztfbI74qQlevAtGepW8lkXIKG_AwuwrMK6YiSg/s1600-h/100_1638.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973331579194146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o7gxNZZWW-WYavI3BLLXIazYBZq2PSnImy9pF_wA7FTE-O3Jwv2OAvxm4z1yiRFmTievcvKANPjbHEHADKQ7NvV6l1aBunRietr4MztfbI74qQlevAtGepW8lkXIKG_AwuwrMK6YiSg/s400/100_1638.JPG" /></a> The late rains and snows made for a greener than green Utah this year--which can't be beat. All that colorful foliage climbing up the steep, towering slopes is breathtaking.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVabkiM2KmBbiJ_pzwJ3BClMAG_YqlyZauF0og_XjBzRxu0C9A_3FT2QMP-AHi_V9zr-4k_aE72sR6Cw1VKU1biyDNl7Zsey_9qH3VbcqG5cEgENy5zwBLT7_m5YXeXkDb12a1Jo_m2s/s1600-h/100_1639.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973325596576370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVabkiM2KmBbiJ_pzwJ3BClMAG_YqlyZauF0og_XjBzRxu0C9A_3FT2QMP-AHi_V9zr-4k_aE72sR6Cw1VKU1biyDNl7Zsey_9qH3VbcqG5cEgENy5zwBLT7_m5YXeXkDb12a1Jo_m2s/s400/100_1639.JPG" /></a>My sister Mary's friends, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hickson's</span> made it out this year, and a good bunch of us went to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oquirrh</span> Mountain Temple open house.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a-MC3ps2Oc98noyUMtxfXuqk-sJwHKIOs5uVzy0rexckbjfDfe6tQ8J626DEMy9vBDox20dj_zva__FyDh-e-YmkGQefbdXPRfjrlWQ9_VMmGVoTk7eSkwnD7X0o9bQiUmoc4ehmTlI/s1600-h/100_1651.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973318526365554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a-MC3ps2Oc98noyUMtxfXuqk-sJwHKIOs5uVzy0rexckbjfDfe6tQ8J626DEMy9vBDox20dj_zva__FyDh-e-YmkGQefbdXPRfjrlWQ9_VMmGVoTk7eSkwnD7X0o9bQiUmoc4ehmTlI/s400/100_1651.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tibble</span> Fork, AF Canyon. Nothing like snow melt to cool your paws.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIZug2B48BSp1yCt9LS_RYfhn0CMEDyIDkZxhTVNgBjq00e5fOuiWVDyQr7CjQXV9ORnpF68TVm3dRQRJLCxRPtuyehJPOTZ6YU8ooAtbL7J2Oq7gGj7WcYPmmqYJZHqmvnCGgG-COn8/s1600-h/100_1662.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973314389715058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIZug2B48BSp1yCt9LS_RYfhn0CMEDyIDkZxhTVNgBjq00e5fOuiWVDyQr7CjQXV9ORnpF68TVm3dRQRJLCxRPtuyehJPOTZ6YU8ooAtbL7J2Oq7gGj7WcYPmmqYJZHqmvnCGgG-COn8/s400/100_1662.JPG" /></a> Jared demonstrated to the boys some serious skipping skills. On one throw it the rock nearly skipped it's way to the other shore. It is one of Jared's lesser known talents.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV59gmcwNEp_bUrjyJIcKTqvqFonmLaO8WT7aHcT0LgFcEM377jF5SLNPT9dqSVT_RoxLha-C6kVAkkBxOtroOnybtDGwLv_SX9aBJ6nB8rCYsTiihqzRspWqtAS0rNQK5XZugB8jlf_w/s1600-h/100_1677.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970702284706018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV59gmcwNEp_bUrjyJIcKTqvqFonmLaO8WT7aHcT0LgFcEM377jF5SLNPT9dqSVT_RoxLha-C6kVAkkBxOtroOnybtDGwLv_SX9aBJ6nB8rCYsTiihqzRspWqtAS0rNQK5XZugB8jlf_w/s400/100_1677.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprnH6JOqEip_ATbdzhajserW7AguHtQG4925c2scF4dZj7S20h0WKiEGEcm7KKP1ljRqerXT02RChxry5eNEjuha9nHvy9qpf6YTQWFt2sOyEuVsc3bAzBWPSIa1fujecGP3gJuJ6C_E/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970693107192002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprnH6JOqEip_ATbdzhajserW7AguHtQG4925c2scF4dZj7S20h0WKiEGEcm7KKP1ljRqerXT02RChxry5eNEjuha9nHvy9qpf6YTQWFt2sOyEuVsc3bAzBWPSIa1fujecGP3gJuJ6C_E/s400/100_1691.JPG" /></a>Davy and Carmel, sharing a hug amongst bags of laundry. Davy's shirt reads: Lock up your daughters. It's very appropriate--for a number of reasons.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PQ3gqgR_8D5gizfT7tPNCEai3ORzk0ltNh0Fn0C7Jb5o0gfj8tRbNZMbPrd5emy88zSaP6bbZMl1ty5H3UWMLLgpplEA6aUDoRtDt3eYNWJ9Fu02Kr9gzxyggHqewvAFzbB8TWcCWGI/s1600-h/100_1703.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970686991782802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PQ3gqgR_8D5gizfT7tPNCEai3ORzk0ltNh0Fn0C7Jb5o0gfj8tRbNZMbPrd5emy88zSaP6bbZMl1ty5H3UWMLLgpplEA6aUDoRtDt3eYNWJ9Fu02Kr9gzxyggHqewvAFzbB8TWcCWGI/s400/100_1703.JPG" /></a>Enjoying some 24th of July fire-work fountains.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqJHavKifNSphJcWCTYB1Gd-vUHm53Q_mk7oSbbObTMYPogem0rlSs817OqjU-7uRhvAKTMC-6bUONYwvDnDf5QP5v6o8kF_quys735iVBYit-iGBIDwnZnGZBEfyaZ7tPOCARElCeFM/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970682980354898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqJHavKifNSphJcWCTYB1Gd-vUHm53Q_mk7oSbbObTMYPogem0rlSs817OqjU-7uRhvAKTMC-6bUONYwvDnDf5QP5v6o8kF_quys735iVBYit-iGBIDwnZnGZBEfyaZ7tPOCARElCeFM/s400/100_1695.JPG" /></a> and sparklers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgR40kMfVcSYEgv1eHSHdf955vrjowFJtcCf7IP1ds-dqNj7LzAsSURdBymK7OtjneGZBEO4482seMAEjC-CXvQp2Oz0EhMk0VodDP-9aSrwk3xv9NYF-ML9sJke6d4aX8mzqS4_EHafY/s1600-h/100_1686.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968215773595762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgR40kMfVcSYEgv1eHSHdf955vrjowFJtcCf7IP1ds-dqNj7LzAsSURdBymK7OtjneGZBEO4482seMAEjC-CXvQp2Oz0EhMk0VodDP-9aSrwk3xv9NYF-ML9sJke6d4aX8mzqS4_EHafY/s400/100_1686.JPG" /></a> Jared taugh Davy how to dunk and hang on the rim. </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="left">At long last, we returned home and found a lot of indoor activities to entertain ourselves with: like eating PB straight out of the jar--no spoon neccesary. We did some more playing in the back yard with the hose and prepped for an early first day of school: the beginning of August!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRgRMMmcVWY_eKtcMGr9K6-0xaC1AtUP61Ug55mmp6KhBAIU-HZVrEys0BA52GUxvZ0pnM_Oj3L3Iz4tiwHDA12zJs0CSf4eo7BtTVdrB8PKg6PPJB4ElMi_Qj98xuoQQvM0XxFhBFIc/s1600-h/100_1719.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970681213873858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRgRMMmcVWY_eKtcMGr9K6-0xaC1AtUP61Ug55mmp6KhBAIU-HZVrEys0BA52GUxvZ0pnM_Oj3L3Iz4tiwHDA12zJs0CSf4eo7BtTVdrB8PKg6PPJB4ElMi_Qj98xuoQQvM0XxFhBFIc/s400/100_1719.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgQXUxAYTc4KssE6Oc3DuP8WgHSvOFeKVyIvDCMkNqWnTKO1VZjHnv3GdNfQprCE2a00IX0fhHEBmJI-Lt_6Sr-6PCed2Is8K0eesh6beHgSXncDj5wRsaF7WSlBDYKMenyW1HPTZdf8/s1600-h/100_1725.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968222378598338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgQXUxAYTc4KssE6Oc3DuP8WgHSvOFeKVyIvDCMkNqWnTKO1VZjHnv3GdNfQprCE2a00IX0fhHEBmJI-Lt_6Sr-6PCed2Is8K0eesh6beHgSXncDj5wRsaF7WSlBDYKMenyW1HPTZdf8/s400/100_1725.JPG" /></a>By the way, I do not condone this. I am just willing to take pictures for evidence purposes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFPYY_BYAg9sWPneMZK9I-_DWuVKqGWR5YZsAMUKv026cwqp_RNuhr8YeeaKzKGigCHktrVLHUzqAaopcSuwJPhYC_BxP9Ogge7re8_WqhC0630Z_KkXIMDZJtjyw88-Wdpd7TDg_f8A/s1600-h/100_1877.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402044694314345906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFPYY_BYAg9sWPneMZK9I-_DWuVKqGWR5YZsAMUKv026cwqp_RNuhr8YeeaKzKGigCHktrVLHUzqAaopcSuwJPhYC_BxP9Ogge7re8_WqhC0630Z_KkXIMDZJtjyw88-Wdpd7TDg_f8A/s400/100_1877.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aCZN1k2mx1-iG5OEkUOaB-xN0zoiyVhY-dTC1-yQPJfoKLlrWISzjFSPUXGArMdtRjCRcczIZtNtoy_GnfolK_VncolEoeDUwPP4FqXzn9F2baTcHPjUfJb5Q17nO3vaI00CibffCc4/s1600-h/100_1876.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402044684795272370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aCZN1k2mx1-iG5OEkUOaB-xN0zoiyVhY-dTC1-yQPJfoKLlrWISzjFSPUXGArMdtRjCRcczIZtNtoy_GnfolK_VncolEoeDUwPP4FqXzn9F2baTcHPjUfJb5Q17nO3vaI00CibffCc4/s400/100_1876.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq8nk-YFBM6RvT-J7JXqyyJ9KHpxmzBmPjeO57yJKNE3MkRjb8a7Q6E68-nHh28XOBzfhva5jZ77jdG_Af3YoT1sSPOMszIA5Y8K64w-nUvq-cf8iIPPvJafAAnKKXZHBIwnldeHV2Co/s1600-h/100_1762.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402044680835993090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq8nk-YFBM6RvT-J7JXqyyJ9KHpxmzBmPjeO57yJKNE3MkRjb8a7Q6E68-nHh28XOBzfhva5jZ77jdG_Af3YoT1sSPOMszIA5Y8K64w-nUvq-cf8iIPPvJafAAnKKXZHBIwnldeHV2Co/s400/100_1762.JPG" /></a>First day of first grade! Loved it.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqZXLMVKQ6G0jIOpHaKDuaGnS_sgtB6Kh3qqqobXoycLWzDayOCVIlCiWH5KJwrjdR0o2_pr8GE8P3rL_pCM6urhzZ3NJUC1o09UnYJ6nrFkaCgms7p_Sh60BZRZxFD6liS26tm1sX1c/s1600-h/100_1766.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968208830739810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqZXLMVKQ6G0jIOpHaKDuaGnS_sgtB6Kh3qqqobXoycLWzDayOCVIlCiWH5KJwrjdR0o2_pr8GE8P3rL_pCM6urhzZ3NJUC1o09UnYJ6nrFkaCgms7p_Sh60BZRZxFD6liS26tm1sX1c/s400/100_1766.JPG" /></a>Kissed goodbye by Lindsey who anxiously awaited her own first day, which kicked off when school is REALLY supposed to start--after Labor Day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4T6zVILO7qQwygU5ZOKpJ4dDKHd6b_wHTbQBFqM1bhk5JmgHVUIqfiraFCMir31WPWk41IlOb8Y4cnvNG1hv2PNXnQMGRsn8Efz3pxcE3cxafU3tSNq0h_cRannLxA7XvWYhUchfLAc/s1600-h/100_1765.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968206372137538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4T6zVILO7qQwygU5ZOKpJ4dDKHd6b_wHTbQBFqM1bhk5JmgHVUIqfiraFCMir31WPWk41IlOb8Y4cnvNG1hv2PNXnQMGRsn8Efz3pxcE3cxafU3tSNq0h_cRannLxA7XvWYhUchfLAc/s400/100_1765.JPG" /></a>One more year of preschool, until Aft is swallowed up into the school system and taken away from me forever. We are enjoying her while we still can.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-73963455094568702452009-10-29T21:09:00.000-07:002009-10-29T21:42:09.079-07:00The Ol' Pink SlipEconomy as it is, it's a real downer to get demoted, or, worse yet, pushed out onto the streets without a benefit to one's name. Lucky for me I was just demoted. Being demoted by your husband, though, does have it's own peculiar kind of sting. Just kidding actually. I'd better explain myself before the Big J realizes I've made another post and decides to give it a quick skimming (I'm not sure he has time for a full-minded read at this point).<br /><br />The story goes like this: I was hired by Jared and his partners to do some bookeeping. As of late, the number of properties owned by the fund, and the turnover rate has increased. These are good things--but not so much for a little stay-at-home mom/completely inexperienced bookeeper who sometimes (but not ALL the time) can't decide what is for dinner until 5 o'clock anyway. Throw in a few figures to run and emergency checks to put out at 4:30 pm, and dinner doesn't happen until 7:00 that evening! Meanwhile, during those 4:30-6:00 hours, while my head is bent over reciepts and a 17 inch laptop, four scavengerous kids have ransacked the pantry, eaten half a large carton of goldfish, and left the other half on the table. A table which Davy then climbs upon and uses his height advantage to better strew the goldfish upon all kitchen surfaces in a 10 ft radius and upon those always unlucky close-to-kitchen carpet areas. <br /><br />Sooo. . . . it was getting a little bad. But we really realized something had to give when several Saturday nights were spent side by side, desk by desk doing work. When long sighs, and side-long glances have more to do with impatiently waiting for your spouse to finish scanning so he can hand you back the printer line, you know something has really, really, reeeaaalllly got to give.<br /><br />So the guys hired another little stay at home mom to do the job--one with experience and a handy accountant husband to refer to. And I still have a few of the accounts to work on so that I can feel important, and even better than that--I have time to blog! You lucky readers you. I am bound and determined to post some great summer pictures and stories, and maybe we'll make it to Halloween before Thanksgiving! That is my goal, lofty though it is--I'm shooting for it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-58310507682209358412009-08-02T22:29:00.000-07:002009-08-02T23:58:59.246-07:00Watch Out World, Here Comes Day-feeDavy is so entertaining. My nephews follow him around when they have no Harry Potter books to read and relay his step by step moves in their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reality</span> TV show "Davy In His Natural Habitat." It IS funny. First of all, to imagine his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">plumpalicious</span> figure, picture a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">severely</span> swayed back of a well-ridden horse coupled with the softest white doughy tummy you've seen of late. His shoulders are pulled back making it look like he leads with his chest, but due to the size advantage of his tummy, it is the first thing you see when he rounds the corner.<br /><br />Davy's movements resemble those of a drunk chimp--constant tipping and swaying and toe-stub-induced-falling to the ground in an almost graceful, purposeful movement. Rarely does it provoke a sob or moan. Falling is just part of natural forward-propelling movement for him. He's on the ground almost as much as he is up, and while he's down sometimes he'll rest and do a face down carpet angel, pick up bits of what-ever is on the ground, or roll onto his back and get excited about the ceiling fan. But much of the time he'll jump right up after the fall and continue with a purposeful face (hilarious on babies) toward some random thing that has caught his interest, be it dust floating in a ray of light from the window, greasy face imprints on my mirror left from his siblings, or a pack of kids he wants to follow and shoot down with his outstretched arms and two chubby pointer fingers. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pichooowww</span>. His shooting noises are hilarious, and if you respond with any kind of injured grunt, you will get a good giggle from him and a minimum of 5 more pointer finger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">laser</span> beams.<br /><br />I still have not posted about his birthday, and the sad part is that he was so different then, so it's a shame. But really, he was the same funny boy. It was just 3 1/2 months ago. The day after Easter, but we combined it with the whole Easter hurrah.<br /><br />The 1st birthday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">celebratee</span> had no idea, of course that he was in any way being honored, but enjoyed the bounteous access to dropped and forgotten candy throughout the day. After church we did dinner and the hunt at my sister Mary's house, which was ideal. Enough grass to send the kids on several rounds before determining that the eggs were indeed all gone, a trampoline to count the spoils on, and space for a quick game of kickball that the overly sugared kids <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wimped</span> out on and left to the adults.<br /><br />Then there was the cake--one of my best looking yet, but pretty much not good tasting at all, just shy of being dubbed "gross". Luckily we were already all sugared out, so it served it's purpose as a candle prop and we ate a few bites along with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ice cream</span>.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Davy Boy!<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622454995962434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4LwdjZ5OxIv7_jUMwl4iG6SJkNVS-NJfbLw5DDynRrcLU9wDu4JYqxpPP1a5v8tYo9M4YWxlU8e67fwRgD_Q_ZR4DoygP6CnJQ2BBrUZweR-Ab03NVref6NB_454Pzu07vOTkvtDl5I/s400/100_1064.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">And I'm seriously expected to look straight at those blue eyes and do some disciplining?. . . Maybe at two.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618846646547730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcErQekbfi0OOgRj2IMFv5lSLZMichXyyhlQ9i4RI-gqz9YDBjPjQmEivjid4VsTvUyiHV3HfQVO2tbWMVOJzQgQuc0LIf7VEro3HCd5Ilaw-S6Pzs-KrZ873cU0tGGx9un6K0E1G8VlM/s400/100_1225.JPG" border="0" />Stuffed into the Easter clothes and stuffed on the couch for the token Easter shot (Davy had already been outside before the 8:30 am church--note the dirty knees)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvLTfRtgpKo4wH_yybu40c1ZuGoG1o2JP6UkJ4tPSCEpE2tQCgvY0ESBaUx_xrEmXCJ8rJsCvCv2ZzgexJ5zRHnpKFuwoFKMhogrxVy1Ga19P3lSbflzaPPig-NjkkEVs4HNElO7eu58/s1600-h/100_1258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622447594706866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvLTfRtgpKo4wH_yybu40c1ZuGoG1o2JP6UkJ4tPSCEpE2tQCgvY0ESBaUx_xrEmXCJ8rJsCvCv2ZzgexJ5zRHnpKFuwoFKMhogrxVy1Ga19P3lSbflzaPPig-NjkkEVs4HNElO7eu58/s400/100_1258.JPG" border="0" /></a> He was laying innocently behind me on the kitchen floor before suddenly being endowed with a handful of jellybeans placed on his chest by a passer-by. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Yay</span> Easter!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimkix-ytEXUNvSaYOh3clcpM9A7UV-36e7gRSSZGax4egehMZ5P_D-8I4_xXCfgLuERu3BsViOruNfwFZ6Tt9ZqF8y4oWNOrMuoUymHTUkN2fW4Wf_DVs3ONXOESzHD6KzgL5kywIMHk/s1600-h/100_1274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622439425447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimkix-ytEXUNvSaYOh3clcpM9A7UV-36e7gRSSZGax4egehMZ5P_D-8I4_xXCfgLuERu3BsViOruNfwFZ6Tt9ZqF8y4oWNOrMuoUymHTUkN2fW4Wf_DVs3ONXOESzHD6KzgL5kywIMHk/s400/100_1274.JPG" border="0" /></a> I hold this bag and say "Cheese."<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RBQuawmgqw6dMKkw096aewhOLz0GsrDfwom1SaQq4LD_4A48INSTcUna5lFAAlvjs_Mi99qgUmdfwIe4yeibggHO929RaVfWTJ1Oms-bQpHLbtuL-wRdR5o-bC38mb2LHEo3SrNPJJ0/s1600-h/100_1275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622436758769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RBQuawmgqw6dMKkw096aewhOLz0GsrDfwom1SaQq4LD_4A48INSTcUna5lFAAlvjs_Mi99qgUmdfwIe4yeibggHO929RaVfWTJ1Oms-bQpHLbtuL-wRdR5o-bC38mb2LHEo3SrNPJJ0/s400/100_1275.JPG" border="0" /></a>Striking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pre</span>-hunt pose.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaS9w25LFGffmXvowOB_pmN0wHKPhu0IwSn1K3zreXw0jFQMxRY9lWhIX8PjMHmTfTYwIg9Ch5rJnWnpTjBeWyWXEuoiSkYX3OXTHqcu4PRVTG3eZ-2mzVzo8pXd7Gfw-CK0Q7KTLXzE/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622427757411378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaS9w25LFGffmXvowOB_pmN0wHKPhu0IwSn1K3zreXw0jFQMxRY9lWhIX8PjMHmTfTYwIg9Ch5rJnWnpTjBeWyWXEuoiSkYX3OXTHqcu4PRVTG3eZ-2mzVzo8pXd7Gfw-CK0Q7KTLXzE/s400/100_1279.JPG" border="0" /></a> And they're off!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhoRFnV53d7f4sbMW5OrLLilQd2O9r7lj-yHUC5mdSE0iFN4rLAffgoxyyjrsZMI2moMW1xOi-sOuxMVbuFFFoZeQlQWSNx1W1tfl3zZ6qCeHxgp4TDisTXyfdXD5fa72Pvi_cNLUbcY/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620457976560482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhoRFnV53d7f4sbMW5OrLLilQd2O9r7lj-yHUC5mdSE0iFN4rLAffgoxyyjrsZMI2moMW1xOi-sOuxMVbuFFFoZeQlQWSNx1W1tfl3zZ6qCeHxgp4TDisTXyfdXD5fa72Pvi_cNLUbcY/s400/100_1282.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQ-madTnwtDDMCohq9oXmyoyA9CaQ8Do70m_dZvY9QeAkcAhhZGPH4MvRdWtJuBVbawZ5K54kPOcWOuwzbsmUTi20O5K2RWPXFjCOCBOkPUZlzDLnOeFUCGdKwEwWA0m1Ua8U-pPoi8s/s1600-h/100_1288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620454206025074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQ-madTnwtDDMCohq9oXmyoyA9CaQ8Do70m_dZvY9QeAkcAhhZGPH4MvRdWtJuBVbawZ5K54kPOcWOuwzbsmUTi20O5K2RWPXFjCOCBOkPUZlzDLnOeFUCGdKwEwWA0m1Ua8U-pPoi8s/s400/100_1288.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEgWHB0xmYG-0t-Xpdl2xJ9dGEXOZoerpybUnNNVKF62BMxL3cvzrxzhPRKUCOanrWrD8D5m6ThaEQe2r-pi8FYdIswXguAxwdcmltcM_V0qRsrN-JrTWjifjd5dVdlXkEYSXAw7Yeg8/s1600-h/100_1303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620442978136130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEgWHB0xmYG-0t-Xpdl2xJ9dGEXOZoerpybUnNNVKF62BMxL3cvzrxzhPRKUCOanrWrD8D5m6ThaEQe2r-pi8FYdIswXguAxwdcmltcM_V0qRsrN-JrTWjifjd5dVdlXkEYSXAw7Yeg8/s400/100_1303.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The euphoria of the catch!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sXFnwGQaXSvwSdvSc0xNnmNrErfH0uw-fJI5TRmhL7y9LiULvcFUof7QvKW73Dy6cC7RBkrZuirVgYD_W33pjKLtRXhrI2xb1JVtaWYpM7hmlZYEDuy95fFhxVfwGzUxBD5rcEoRhio/s1600-h/100_1305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620440743618514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sXFnwGQaXSvwSdvSc0xNnmNrErfH0uw-fJI5TRmhL7y9LiULvcFUof7QvKW73Dy6cC7RBkrZuirVgYD_W33pjKLtRXhrI2xb1JVtaWYpM7hmlZYEDuy95fFhxVfwGzUxBD5rcEoRhio/s400/100_1305.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCjCXroLswc0JQHYFxa3baOCCVUxZAjCz9Bp7CEBE_RC5xRb4ZKwmfFUMCZuo0asl0AU9Hl-92D49d7ZLw-XlibxiUmoN2zGfwiupy_q_xvzbYOM3a0iq7mopVYifpkwbJWHNPKMLHcU/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620435248245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCjCXroLswc0JQHYFxa3baOCCVUxZAjCz9Bp7CEBE_RC5xRb4ZKwmfFUMCZuo0asl0AU9Hl-92D49d7ZLw-XlibxiUmoN2zGfwiupy_q_xvzbYOM3a0iq7mopVYifpkwbJWHNPKMLHcU/s400/100_1308.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618866972753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6Qy6p-shWoSFEKSmIeawKJZwKzIiNw8zy73VSLyWNdcf3U2xnvvZCFBzTcGQPASJZYPXO42w1E3nPvYjMNqU5AQIdLvL0yGpYt9vR4_mRQpwyLYycfUuMoufPt1WivuYFbNasfx1iw8/s400/100_1312.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618850318667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVbCCkvyHJJqiStI9WHcV59DHbX8KDRDSQKyn3n7ON8fhTShf7EIBzk153wNwoqX-dk4F_k-xUKodjRo5ONDwQC7BupcCi-FSlDPfffUCXvmngLY6hsgyRo1kwmhi9jmiTr_KOqKsHYQ/s400/100_1249.JPG" border="0" /><br />Volcanic cake, found on Family Fun website--a great one.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuWFWpWJ7RdMlSZ0ddXqFTy49OmGemiK0RJqKBC5h4y085lA-i2LCiqwYFUUkNiUFD9SPt1UvJelTyqXUTfsnlEyg6PIYE2sDB-iAvfbDSKD4J1cg0riJtTaXJwaV1lVvOShxSE68_4I/s1600-h/100_1322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618861835644578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuWFWpWJ7RdMlSZ0ddXqFTy49OmGemiK0RJqKBC5h4y085lA-i2LCiqwYFUUkNiUFD9SPt1UvJelTyqXUTfsnlEyg6PIYE2sDB-iAvfbDSKD4J1cg0riJtTaXJwaV1lVvOShxSE68_4I/s400/100_1322.JPG" border="0" /></a> I came home from shopping one day to present Jared with a "costume" I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">inadvertently</span> picked out--the same shirt and pants as Sandman, from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Spiderman</span> 3. Never knew I had a thing for Sandman, but Jared looks great in it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGSHI5lzseqcS6ATR2J3uZE5_49PBXpybxlPLNhQLgU1srEOdgkzq54csnlhqupntk3H3quzIzKwjY6XCGf72uNaKtfXDUGlvQFw38DhwBIwwDMzjZmGiywCQpMtImKLftrDE65tG5T8/s1600-h/100_1331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618856390176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGSHI5lzseqcS6ATR2J3uZE5_49PBXpybxlPLNhQLgU1srEOdgkzq54csnlhqupntk3H3quzIzKwjY6XCGf72uNaKtfXDUGlvQFw38DhwBIwwDMzjZmGiywCQpMtImKLftrDE65tG5T8/s400/100_1331.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-92081240934926981442009-08-02T22:00:00.000-07:002009-08-02T22:05:07.168-07:00Exhuses, ExhusesI know, it's crazy. I've been a slacka. I have to say it all comes down to the fact that I weaned David some time back. I no longer have to be on my laptop while nursing to prevent sleep, thereby prevent certain house destruction that will occur if certain family members know that I have fallen asleep on the couch.<br />Now I'm always awake and usually up to 72% alert (except when Davy is in his crib asleep and the kids are plugged in for a quick afternoon cartoon pick-me-up. That's when I know I can let my eyelids droop.)<br />Still--blogging time? Haven't quite nailed that down yet. But I will try a quick one-night-catch up for now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-18544609143634368432009-06-14T22:19:00.000-07:002009-06-14T22:40:13.685-07:00Summa TimeArizona is experiencing unusually cool weather patterns. We are soaking the mid 90 degree weather in like cookies in milk. We'll take it. As much as we can get of it. I think the 90s last until this Wednesday. So we have a few more days of outside play time until 108 hits and we are slapped back inside by the heat.<br />I feel I'm ready however. I've got a cell phone full of friends with pools. The kids are learning to swim, put their heads under the water, doggie paddle to the edge, make backstrokes in the air while sitting on the side, and watch their mom run around while bent half over, from the edge of the pool, then down the pool stairs, then up again and around the pool circumference--6 inches from the edge the whole time, chasing a confident, little, pot bellied, dough-skinned boy.<br />We've got some summer get-aways in the works too, so we'll get through all right. We'll prove that we can join in with those pioneers and cave-dwelling Indians and brave the Arizona weather (with our air conditioners and cars and pools and splash parks and indoor fast-food playstructures.) No problem.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-11735256121317599432009-05-31T18:04:00.000-07:002009-05-31T21:08:39.867-07:00FINALLY FREE!!!Lindsey has at long last come to live to the ripe old age of three and live to tell about it (survival is not something we take for granted in this household). And a what a sweet, energetic and forgiving three year old she is. Granted, she rules the nursery with an iron fist, but some one's got to do it--even nursery kids have a pecking order you know.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161552874898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIF3vEnd4MLfglfIRPm2PuPCfM6ImenbT2rjyMNeNPO0TSU11XrAKtVntAidTe1rz7ablZqghCqVUeDfiWwG075DbnegzAYUEFfBpzwIOG_4AKlk_Qm6k09BqfqcQpzngGWaYbg3xy7M/s400/100_1140.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lindsey with her ACTUAL birthday birthday treat, (as opposed to her pseudo-birthday birthday cake, which was consumed the Saturday before the dawning of the big day.)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161553638902450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Vj-D5UbPYDdluNu0Eg9e64lTM8-smYNPASYcB7N7uxYMNw0qRNwF4kyhR4nGQrtFMonJk6frmp4C-gWtDKeZ7snux3Zx8b6LTwyUaLb4Ag_ng7y8QROAyQgnhl_EcbO7eeazWp_FFJY/s400/100_1071.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>For days, of course, word of her upcoming pseudo-birthday birthday party event had been the primo topic of discussion between herself, Afton and I. Afton was MORE than thrilled to have another holiday to fawn over (though she did mention quite often that her upcoming birthday would be bigger, prettier and have a larger present yield. . . nonetheless, she was 100% in on the planning) and Lindsey was more than satisfied to be the center of it. </p><p>Too bad her mom decided to make the day of the party her LML (Last Minute Lucy) Achievement Day of the year. I don't even remember what I was doing the day before her party, or the day before that, but whatever it was, it was distracting enough that I convinced myself that I could handle all the party prep on the day OF the big day. Then the day came and we decided to make it an evening party and move it to the west side of the Valley to assure cousin attendance, and so I thought it might be fun to slip in a little home pedicure session for me and the girls--since we had ALL that time to wait till the evening party. After all, the party girl can't show up without a little glitz on her toes.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9fYCD5eip5enyiSFXrBl7K3Ap1GUQj_Pb0YF14fNHsR1Rsu9W1d5DM0PDiajynidavEbmzW4vwMiZgkXIz8eKkeecT4eMgdoU-cgecTQnkPwmwjXYeatuHy4mxJv3oKBm6AXepdsY1A/s1600-h/100_1077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164772466777330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9fYCD5eip5enyiSFXrBl7K3Ap1GUQj_Pb0YF14fNHsR1Rsu9W1d5DM0PDiajynidavEbmzW4vwMiZgkXIz8eKkeecT4eMgdoU-cgecTQnkPwmwjXYeatuHy4mxJv3oKBm6AXepdsY1A/s400/100_1077.JPG" border="0" /></a> Needless to say, our prep time ran out and I was scrambling as usual. Fast forward a few hours and the fam and I show up at my sister, Emily's house with an unfrosted cake and a shopping list for Jared to run. The party was to start in a short 45 minutes from our arrival at Em's. So . . . naturally, 75 minutes or so later we arrive at the park to throw up the party decor and get ready to Wang Chung Tonight.<br />It wasn't until we were there that I realized I'd left behind/omitted from Jared's shopping list a few essential B-day party items: plates, forks, a rope to hang the pinata, wrapping paper, tape (oh no, the present was not prewrapped), and I also neglected to bring the one thing for which Lindsey had been most eager for her party: the candles! (and anything that could, in any way shape or form, cause an igniting spark for said missing candles).<br /><br />So . . . . long story short, FUN party due to an incredibly forgiving 3 year old, a very relaxed group of party guests, (cousins, aunts and uncles, and a sweet grandma-in-law) and enough candy and finger-held cake for all, but decidedly not one of MY shining motherhood moments.<br /><br />OK--I'll let you look at the pictures now.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161559442502786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XOb1cbtVrDG0bQ2gjBuVfV2BA1Scs_tHEyNXpBv4gaf-rKfY39JBlgUDZn0akIzEExI6QDnE845JUa7vj2VjXM8wA0TdJ7iYUjteMKEFSWGBitRzIRoLVUHCFN1_H5i6pqaPxMWWNQ0/s400/100_1074.JPG" border="0" /><br />Lindsey picked out one of Wal-Mart's most popular pinatas-- the rainbow burro (a.k.a. the two horned unicorn or the bicorn.)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161574887116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfegEFc64HHGESgd6E5P3fDcD0-babvWdM9SnaDTweGay1CM45Jfm7uIp6jn78LvhPPDWanqGASa-foutYx2KmJyLVQtm0f0QjooS79cXYns-Bt0p8Cy9nXQYify7t_Ebi3q8hpVj42gw/s400/100_1083.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />The breaking of the pinata wasn't the usual jaunty swinging sport, but more of a grunting, stick slamming beating of the dead rat affair. (And since I had, in a moment of genius, bought suckers as a main portion of the contents, the candy didn't fare the slaying of the two horned unicorn very well either, but it was scooped hastily up in the red cups anyway and had mostly disappeared by the time we loaded up for home.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164754638295666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBD8mNwZruHZQ0vk4l9kBRD5nan9WQelXntU4jg-NKa9HqvYEIcUZtT_Q5aaA-AcFOlkLu-em1NK-iLNbdZJuNh82XX3X7x3oVAx0Gc7xlphimCG8V1XgePKeoZtQ0ZgKrDZjbiTxN-I/s400/100_1087.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342187629180839218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0Sq5ULCylpi6xtJDEBK-Quvrn29RLZKspdWpCTxxOyEZuyKFI6Fb0YuETwm_k57P8xfffB3yDPtbWUC8RO9d7uW5cEJWj-BuUb8yFQGpBORO3D2REREpUYYH1MwfXUT4I8p_o4iSCno/s400/100_1091.JPG" border="0" />Now, I DO realize a party with it's attendees dancing, laughing and even just hanging around holding "the red cups" might evoke a certain type of reputation. I assure you, however, this red cup party was completely on the up-and-up.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342187625102624354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7fGR4Eq27QhdChI7fKUdoOdimgp8EqgDJDnwfFQKttzj26KQYpeeFTkFbYKuJWqsd2jHbjXFjO7vbkSbr5Wa5FtF_k03DPgTHhQE16SNixVyRsVkURURTL5Y2_MKKE6M_XCA_Q9dNwI/s400/100_1089.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164765865953954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lRef0dFn0g_nZsvHG6cSt4s9rIxgVVitwP0MJlqTG6WuFQmOi-57vC0GIrIWSeJl_Hcevi3UZjR7purGQnxVn8O0pBTSI53RLk7kb-hXp_IQaf2skvHB-0gydDqzQjpL7T98rjzGje4/s400/100_1098.JPG" border="0" />All said and done, Davey got stuck with the paper stuffing from the pinata (and a Dum-Dum he was quick enough to swipe.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164758256129490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XfiBIaXrQdQHUf2OgBbVPKs6Jk8WzyjFb8uW9ACiaVNAZhYEENAyuCdCc1gDNWEYVYXgSl6whb-RS-UzLcXWCzpV8BUBwzum79M2r09a8EUDxAULICSJKXlGjKp3UVn0atDcnacdrP0/s400/100_1097.JPG" border="0" />And Jake proudly mounted the bicorn head upon his own victorious head.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S-IG1Vqr4xc1ggG4inJCGhwePGLX4fjCwIfUAgHWKLedbbjSgkGWThvOYeUyIYwgDyg_kKAyqRHTgyoegDIq5bBbbKnMxlP7Y0VVvQs_807p7XmG9s2yQw2GHoIB94cwqS8oafO0VKs/s1600-h/100_1116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342164769123078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S-IG1Vqr4xc1ggG4inJCGhwePGLX4fjCwIfUAgHWKLedbbjSgkGWThvOYeUyIYwgDyg_kKAyqRHTgyoegDIq5bBbbKnMxlP7Y0VVvQs_807p7XmG9s2yQw2GHoIB94cwqS8oafO0VKs/s400/100_1116.JPG" border="0" /></a> We can thank Tim for purchasing a gift which he was sure would produce the most trouble in the hands of our <a href="http://parkerpressrelease.blogspot.com/2008/01/salvador-aftie.html">deviant geniuses </a>Lindsey and Afton, and for drilling Afton with the fact that these WERE church toys. (and she did sneak them to Sacrament meeting by transferring them to a different bag the next day). Thanks Tim! Nothing like a well thought-out gift.<br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7byFOV-7EByWvo0qsBmdNf-nh_81cLo6CUG-s3UOTfe-yZbEH68oCs2sULXzuQzGciti6H5hg3mMGEkXVxpdnCKupRr_lM8ZQFrHmdxt4JuSpir5KvKcPvdm4_r4J-IIA1b5drYYw2o/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161566384326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7byFOV-7EByWvo0qsBmdNf-nh_81cLo6CUG-s3UOTfe-yZbEH68oCs2sULXzuQzGciti6H5hg3mMGEkXVxpdnCKupRr_lM8ZQFrHmdxt4JuSpir5KvKcPvdm4_r4J-IIA1b5drYYw2o/s400/100_1076.JPG" border="0" /></a>And a serious thanks to Em. She and I frosted this cake in about 30 minutes (it usually takes hours) and it turned out quite loverly.</div><br /><br /><div>Happy Birthday LuLu!---and to put you readers at ease, we did celebrate a la candles on her actual birthday!<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342200756143224018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzgU7W3W70n9g-VuDueLZrGpykYR6JjolwIhmUYTV6XPJsI_uvz6WKJ0MyDXB1Qko-wN_6gTXmgNkdrqkfIo8uq8cFvqhuEVPOc1lnS6X0Px7GDAj0MHSrtvJCwTmSNOSd_1noZarqcg/s400/100_1117.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-4892762939527863652009-05-18T18:33:00.000-07:002009-05-31T21:05:59.975-07:00Can You Crack the Code?.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />\0]<br /><br />=<br /><br /><br /><br />\p[[ollp\{?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-39364839126409702962009-03-29T23:21:00.000-07:002009-03-30T16:13:20.283-07:00For the RecordEarlier this week at dinner we had an important goal setting discussion.<br /><br /><em>Dallin</em>: "Know what I want to be when I grow up? A guy that works at the Jelly Bean Factory."<br />We all mumbled some admiration for his foresight between bites of grilled cheese. Jelly beans everyday--how can you go wrong.<br /><em>Afton:</em> "I want to be a mom!" -- followed by a shy look up at me.<br />Again, "good choice," we all agreed. And then Lindsey was queried.<br /><em>Lindsey: "</em>I'm going to be a robot that goes on your floor." (it took 2 guesses before we correctly interpreted it.)<br />I followed her statement with the same nodding and validation I gave the other two, but Dallin and Aft made no effort to support such a decision.<br /><em>Dallin</em>: "<em>HOW</em> are you going to do that?"<br /><em>Lindsey:</em> "I'm gonna go beep, beep, beep, beep, beep (with fully synchronized robotic arm and head movements)."<br />I guess that shut Dallin right down, because he turned to his chicken noodle soup after that and let it go, until I reopened the discussion.<br /><em>Me:</em> "So, what do you think Davy should be."<br /><em>Afton:</em> "He should work at a store."<br /><em>Dallin:</em> "Which one. . . . like Costco. . . or Target?"<br /><em>Afton:</em> "Target"<br /><em>Dallin:</em> (excited now with a new idea) "No--he should work at the pizza part of Costco--you know, with Churros and pizza!"<br />"And lemonade!" I piped in.<br /><em>Lindsey:</em> "Day-fee should be a robot too!"<br /><br />Anyway--so the good news is, it looks like we won't be having to pay for<em> college</em> for anyone (except Lindsey who may need to pursue some very advanced degrees in physics, biology and physiology, etc., and even then. . . . . she may be better off with some cardboard boxes and aluminum foil). <em>And</em> we may also be looking forward to some jelly bean and Costco Eatery perks in the not so distant future!!! Whoo Hoo! Who said parenthood doesn't have it's rewards?!?<br /><br />Afton expanded on her plans for motherhood to me the day following the above conversation. She intends to have 24 children (or 34), the first one(s) will be twin girls named Rose and Flower. They will be followed by several other sets of twins, mostly girls, with some boys thrown in. I don't believe she is planning on having any single births, but when I introduced the idea of triplets to her, she decided she is definitely going to have some of those too. Oh, and, she is going to be a NICE mom. NOT like me.<br />Me: "So I'm not nice?"<br />Afton (and Dallin threw in his agreement): "No. I'm going to let them do whatever they want."<br />Me: "So what if they only want to eat candy and stay up all night and watch TV."<br />Afton: "Oh, they can only eat healthy stuff and can only watch one TV show and . . . (she went on about not too many video games, etc)"<br /><br />So I ended that conversation feeling good and certain and smug in knowing that she would be told eventually by Rose and Flower that they were going to be NICE moms too someday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-90871542244505352452009-03-12T12:44:00.001-07:002009-03-29T23:21:28.797-07:00The Ends of Eras<div align="left"></div><div align="left">If it weren't for that thrilling feeling in my ribcage as I watch my kids do something new for the first time, I would have given up long ago. Given up on teaching them anything whatsoever--not that it would stop any one's progress much. I guess I'm just too much a lover of status-quo or nostalgia or whatever it is, to let these kiddies grow up. But they do.<br />Davy, in particular, is KILLING me right now. He is so scrumptiously cute I could devour him, revealing myself as the true offspring-consuming arachnid that I am. Instead, I tide-over my appetite with hugs so tight he finally grunts and pushes away from my hunched shoulders--arched forward to incarcerate him with my elbows and forearms. Of course, I am an easily swayed prison master and set him free with only a love paddle on his diapered rump for bail. In return I receive a gapy-toothed grin, a few deep, open-mouthed, laughy breaths and some drunken' sailor toddling steps to clap at.<br />Just as I am typing this I look up to see Davy pull himself up at the red chair then venture out on his own, the right arm up and out for balance and the left punching the air above him at the beat of four or five punches per step. His face a mix of wonder and trepidation. What thing could I possibly do today to feel so surprised and delighted with myself?<br />Along with the walking, he is also forging ahead with it's rhyming twin "talking." Earlier during a quick trip to Nordstrom Rack to return a few items (which somehow ended up costing me $28), Davy squeaked out one of his E.T. style "hhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee"s and the lady at the register looked down in delight to find his big, little eyes staring up at her and his wrist still swivelling it's greeting. She may have thought it was cute, but I got the motherly thrill. Perhaps you've been in love with a child enough to have also felt the thrilling circus inside your stomach that I feel when watching my children's sweet, surprising and always unique progress. It's breathtaking. Other's may smile or take a peak at the leaps of progress, but don't usually care that much. They may be sucking on a lollipop, but they certainly aren't looking at a sunsetting Grand Canyon view like a mother does. I wonder if what I'm feeling while watching him feels as good as Davy does when he takes those steps.<br />But the REAL purpose of this post (or was at the outset) is to chronicle the sad ache that comes with the end of eras--like the crawling era. It just doesn't come back, ever again, once it is completely replaced with walking. Thus, the memories need to be recorded--memories like Davy getting taken on "walks" with Afton, </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">his dirty legs and hands and tops of feet, </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">crawling and aaaaaaaaaahhhhhing, and shaking his head at the same time, </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">crawling and pushing things on the floor at the same time (like my now scratched and scarred cell phone), </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">crawling then stopping to sit and rest and look around until he gets excited then hurriedly crawling again, </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">knowing that if you lie down on the floor you will soon be crawled upon and conquered by a heavily breathing and babbling soft body that will slobber and gnaw on you and ultimately produce laughter from your own tired body, </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">and the happy slapping sound of his hands on the hard floor signaling his coming. (Which sound I strategically use for the sweeping competition I have with Davy nearly every time the broom and dustpan come out of the closet. Their arrival in the kitchen arena somehow signals Davy that I will now be sweeping all the crumbs, toys, broken pencil lead, bits of paper, and dried carrot bits that he spends much of his awake time hunting for, into one consolidated and easily accessible pile in the middle of the kitchen floor. His arrival at that pile before I get it into the dustpan and garbage increases his treasure finding efficiency 400%. And he knows that I do everything I can to stop him. The competition has gotten pretty fierce lately. He's got skills and I am constantly having to up my game.) </div><div align="left">Add these to a number of other heart alluring traits of a crawler and you've got one foot shuffling, reluctant mama. I will let this baby grow up, but I'm in no hurry to do it. </div><div align="left"><br />Lindsey is also turning into a "big girl" who "wears undies" and who loves to tell that to anyone who gives her a moment of their precious attention. We're as proud as punch of her, but she is even more proud to now be in the ranks of Afton, Dallin, Jakie, Violet, Roxy and her other undie wearing mentors. But more on her in the next post, when she takes on the "big three".</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261856291546882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-DVk5LQBDJ1fC7c6Y-W_PoNkKVSQCDKX26UTtEnaIvQwbCTSWkPVZD_AgnU4Dbnd4wi-_EzRq-37VT5zBiPHw-LzcbxhSiID33KXv7MI-Tq4ABuMxOZ-x5kj5PY_7tHi7iJpxC62xp4/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" />Davy giving his soft, tickley snuggles<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN_gSUq4Xp_BHU698c3oQ8okQYwps2rSv4KjVFIj3HUc4KpTU3N21A0NubBe12eqDIR0htd_lNqNVpmdW8hPa6vUb5SVnzt-lc_CVc1UIiy7xXJyZXZ5sBK0ych7TUzhdikPZuFnbptQ/s1600-h/100_0704.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261844209419906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN_gSUq4Xp_BHU698c3oQ8okQYwps2rSv4KjVFIj3HUc4KpTU3N21A0NubBe12eqDIR0htd_lNqNVpmdW8hPa6vUb5SVnzt-lc_CVc1UIiy7xXJyZXZ5sBK0ych7TUzhdikPZuFnbptQ/s320/100_0704.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7tPuN94jYRIBA_UlGK0oIopv_O5r3uzOs65TPvx5wBPSUQoejDPMdd8TfKgJ-vKny0N5zY9tGnF15IvmAJOScFG7SNLbzw-ahulZ8WObeZQD442hwxb6VKqRg7x8jNYc60hTdhn1U-w/s1600-h/100_0708.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261837934057570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7tPuN94jYRIBA_UlGK0oIopv_O5r3uzOs65TPvx5wBPSUQoejDPMdd8TfKgJ-vKny0N5zY9tGnF15IvmAJOScFG7SNLbzw-ahulZ8WObeZQD442hwxb6VKqRg7x8jNYc60hTdhn1U-w/s320/100_0708.JPG" border="0" /></a> What handsome bros.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihue8EaNXppaB5bvXka4gJUG0kmXbZC4E1UJu552Asy-YyUNGuguqriuC_9DQrIRPnfNzuH1SJB6rNDji-nTxp8yHopI2HC6p_dhqCBm8QCDe7la7u0acNAzqIyzBGQ5uwlFiqB3eJOqw/s1600-h/100_0664.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261835194312994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihue8EaNXppaB5bvXka4gJUG0kmXbZC4E1UJu552Asy-YyUNGuguqriuC_9DQrIRPnfNzuH1SJB6rNDji-nTxp8yHopI2HC6p_dhqCBm8QCDe7la7u0acNAzqIyzBGQ5uwlFiqB3eJOqw/s320/100_0664.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Bad case of crawlers knee and foot<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7avbdnnzwK3PW9XUCHt5K_0z-OwQsbw8D0kThZAUhwCQrB_mGEgk5WdXAgITwlZkO2iRP6bUWm1Nvuu4KqbiwbOHNGFXmKmLXvltGYwxCjOrb3nq_EPVxvRajIzQMUxOb9Ywu_awvTUM/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261825051457634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7avbdnnzwK3PW9XUCHt5K_0z-OwQsbw8D0kThZAUhwCQrB_mGEgk5WdXAgITwlZkO2iRP6bUWm1Nvuu4KqbiwbOHNGFXmKmLXvltGYwxCjOrb3nq_EPVxvRajIzQMUxOb9Ywu_awvTUM/s320/100_0688.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Afton using a yo yo for his walk<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267018290990834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmoRHK1-Uvsd4H3efWQ3XW4pQih1D0bgNcYX_aov3E3OueCc9sT_gLLj9slGtZehmRTCkfo6r1uRXVzvzJc4I2Uv2uLglpwJjd1J1hzitss2OZOq5Ps2lz9Weh-336WfGTbRUllqOgK8/s320/100_0753.JPG" border="0" />Davy gets absolutely giddy when out with his walker on the street while all the kids are riding their bikes and scooters around him. It's soo cool to be part of the neighborhood gang.<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-31343638539890079482009-02-08T20:21:00.000-08:002009-02-08T21:36:16.298-08:00We Ain't Ones to Look A Gift Horse in the Mouth or AnythingSo, as our Christmas season ramped up to it's max Christmas-Morning-Celebrate-a-Thon, we wanted to do a little giving around the neighborhood. Nothing much, just the usual Mormon culture influenced plate-o-goodies: a few iced sugar cookies, a couple rice crispy treats, some no fail ginger snaps, a scoop of bright colored Christmas candies and two to three cookie airplane treats that needed to be explained upon delivery because they could have easily been mistaken for a number of other things--namely a cigar with a peice of gum strapped to it. <div><br /><div>Due to the fact that it is nigh unto impossible for a mother of 3 INTENSLY curious and <em>helpful</em> children--and a very grabby baby--to put together a plate of cookies that have not: been licked, been sneezed on, or been touched by dirty hands that were just licked or sneezed on; and that does not contain: sand, half of a container of sprinkles, or the contents of someones pocket, we kept the list down to a handful of neighbors so mom could stay vigilant over the goodies until they were safe in the neighbors home for consumption/discard as they so chose (it's totally the thought that counts).</div><br /><div>Well, delivery proved to be fun for all of us and the neighbors appeared grateful for our humble offering. But little did we know how grateful and generous one cute little family from across the cul-de-sac really was. Upon returning home from our post-Christmas-wedding-snow-extravaganza a week into January the mother and daughter of the family slipped by with a little card. We invited them in and chatted for a while and they explained that they had tried to bring this by before but we were gone. We, of course, thanked them and opened the card later to find this:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300657330723084722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfeIp9nWWEu70UHAFpw7o05qMXQ7Dk-7q4XUDoXm8FzwrBKBBTvhSwL8kkA-q1Ruj-eIp11MzMBAaL69L8s1-YH5qGIsUTDi6ZdVZIeRHjHI51LUFHrqkuGzmjFN0k_DucV8WZaaYHXY/s320/100_0727.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Super nice right? Super, super nice and thoughtful, but the front of the card looked like this:</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300657327868468690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMlBEr4nhyFr80lAtHXw5SdwXMyh8id8Ce_Juh0wEoFi3rzLzzxvi9efP7u41CKEDJkN7zV0IuS4yUy2zjtKS703diEYyQhT1KQA3o4cUSVoAKFdzO4kf9w4aCc_x6ZeuGelkBbCdufA/s320/100_0726.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>As you may have guessed by the title of this blog, they made a little mistake on our last name. Regift? We wouldn't mind, but we prefer to chalk it up to Jared's name being mistaken for Jerry, then being mistaken for his last name. It's happened before (<span style="font-size:85%;">to someone probably</span>). We didn't let it bother us much last week as we went for the appetizer combo, lasagna plate, seafood pasta, and one kiddie meal to share between the 4 kids (<span style="font-size:85%;">it's not our fault the kids refuse to eat at restaurants</span>). We would, however, enjoy some advice on how to break the name mistake to the neighbors sweetly so we can stay on their Christmas list for next year. Please comment with some great ideas for us!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-24741292638739642112009-02-05T21:12:00.001-08:002009-02-06T01:00:20.061-08:00You May Have Doubted<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">but I've gone and done it. The Christmas pics I pinky promised I would post. Now . . . for your viewing pleasure, I present: our family!<br />This is what Christmas at the Parkers------and a week with the Ercanbracks for my bro. Creighton's wedding----looks like.<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(My thanks goes out to Tim and Mary who posted pics on Facebook so I could swipe a few!)</span></em><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557182091984738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYRTaJga_RLP0q9hZdwUnDGhzYNNcR5PeWxYr3sUw8Zu7Khdp3sjlPcwGctI2nXAjmw4n_pj90G0dUVQQRQ5kXJ22E4hIa5GFRZ4GS3Zkb6Ox4QYxeNxoKL3Kq0zowgRHbwJfSBVCGHI/s320/100B0070.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">A very dark shot of our tree which was used as a hiding place, dancing partner, and a weapon (tree lights are obviously meant to be mini light-sabers), and looked much better in the dark from about Dec. 2nd on.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550112570812850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1MTcMirhw5zipboeNUgyeBFo0RX1qM8aAd1VcssGi6AsXCvssmVvWuUqIwMcX-HaVidliuumfB_oCw0v02ksDMpza-L9_MbUMJ3a8JCwfiM2hZqJ9dZmQLmJ5JSKfM-gceLScnRNyUxQ/s320/100_0021.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">Showin some Andrus charm!</div><div align="center"> </div><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550108405094146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhC4R68QUju0sS35JQxopOgXB-cJiDDsZIP226s4Ujp2zxOKWDq9PNGOo_5NV8LpmVvYCUeAyCdplvHvo7wunKLNPcUDa17k86f3jlRM2cu-RHKs4w1ljvmcTGCTSiTlKF_KbdE7dQvI/s320/100_0031.JPG" border="0" /> Afton prayed for weeks about Christmas. "Thank you that Santa is coming to town." and then afterward "thank you that we got TONZ a presents."--I love this age at Christmas.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550118345975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KBy2B5l6Jd2GMtmSSR9ge6-H0qQ0NTTOe5Bi9U5B2r4aaz4qMeUuJ19ReS4_yXjLUs8YFrbm5XcJ7tRVFR7H80-KPzEAB5YqQsi8_CcTGicWVqoi2KubEgWnvXfb-sv70G1MoIwDgk0/s320/100_0048.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299578018041106162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieC_5aEWLvIezqE12iVliEMaHiQ_BIF2YmsQA12MYvlZKF7HHJe49Nyib-3H-jSgGg6dieI1Tq8Oo4JhPDb4WQzJmnPx-0vGko66sCujQnoHdWW4MSf6TWWHgxRwlAwuF76C4QzoWEMaI/s320/christmas.JPG" border="0" /> The elephant was cast as the donkey and really made the whole thing come to life.</p><p> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557172780409074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPEWWisSTxQW5mWS8TPQBX69bFilFr80e26pqYsbIhz2UygERRFcfLRUvTkSMptTAQYIO5PrwEX3V_RnzWv-aG4Q4ftpFiScVCNAofn7KRkemdlsbq6wAAd-qf70AN4PHHR1lAxyyrfA/s320/100_0049.JPG" border="0" /> Davie didn't enjoy his role as the little lamb this year, as it was past his bedtime, and the cotton ball taped to his bottom didn't last long either.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557172518704594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NB7DWxIb6AH6eWvg59YmeuROcyAnWZD4OPnX1gBMQfOsc9ZODjkijF8xDaTUvxH4MoMqpO50spN15Fo5sn2jLQSp6KWuTvIqiAZozN4nMgXh3PvS1pK9N0DYBsKkhyQhTfpil5QA21A/s320/100_0050.JPG" border="0" /> I don't know how we are going to top the costumes next year. This year set a really high standard.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299578014594721250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGagD0r9FPfI0SXV3XlATLWCVoF0l-vempudXunk0Hqksw2qdRXYcsn-0cwokW5Dynlui4NK4bid8adztOL_M5nR_94f4lVr9cwPXhU-g9jexHwH1aep2cr-zOoG0fcPRGX95hbf518fE/s320/100_0056.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> I have to say I was very impressed with their reverence for the nativity, and it was neat to feel of the Spirit on Christmas Eve.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557178468705314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHei4CJel8RviHQ5PGhqnIwmctalL12F_-2mP71pMv06lGBoPfw7GKqGEz5QbQaJAdgGPSOQlsxDtU4VPsjxjDxp1JkM9v7TEISQ3fQGqQXaffYJsG3_5S9pGb6EeszNggWjV2i5uZ2U/s320/100_0059.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Santa got a tempting spread this year! Can you tell which ones Lindsey decorated (licked), can you tell which one the Big J submitted (sprinkles).<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299590285738813938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgez_6GcXwS46wXIkWRrhWdYavQpdN_eL_Og9lA9cSh8U5EMaeyFPjZ6txMxCUSgKzY0_YiL9cZEvrEP8wWKJFz1Ge-uzWN_KoDhP3KxBTMGSBy3Fi3WT2zNHIjDGNmXepJL7SeWsFzLpk/s320/100_0082.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> This year Jared, er, Santa's other little helper, taught me the strategy of proper present placement throughout the room, to maximize the feeling of gift abundance on Christmas morning.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299603791206367714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VNjhB6Hd5Xb4IF5fZteK9gJ-NdXXGmtEl2hJcabfho1tQ5W9rh9XJheTlRhtIdJMGjwLU1xxNduqZVkRjgdLw2dsMaaZDs7GN1K8Bu90KxmWMkGUqYmVC-lt4AJe6RxK9dcHaNfa2Ag/s320/100_0473.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299603800167983618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2AniLE3BTbeldRa-t4zSj2lqlDcIJ2Z8hy9UgJDFPYME2EHXHAmgH6yZrwnzC8uCZA2NsoWZNcYMW3_uC-vHkXMlIX36Ll3xbnt17RlR7qxnBOVcanUvTRUA4kldq6plCkYYyu_wUkwk/s320/100_0697.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">First bikes/plastic trikes that ARE called BIKES to almost 3 yr olds. </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557186901689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUsT_QdEUvwi_RnzsX7Ny34yMVslTH-jiNiLJmSt1CLANqvdVAz6_gjqLSaWsmq3ADxZF81aMCeW9Ee5Nd-f4uC8jbGFphmS8z50i9RkjTcgU3TQHO8aabzbxXTuFRGw0w_ibXu5Kn3c/s320/100_0098.JPG" border="0" /><br />After a full day of reveling in new toys Aftie fell asleep like this in her bed.<br />Thank you Santie Claus, thank you--after another year of being told during every toy request at Target, "Maybe you could ask for that for Christmas," it didn't take much to help these kids feel like the luckiest kids on the block. As for me, my favorite presents were also the kid's new toys. Now (and for the next 2 months) there are fewer requests to watch TV, and more self-entertained kiddos. There is more outside play, vitamin D straight from the sun, and tired kids at the end of the day. And lest we remember just the presents this year, let's remember that our little brood, especially Deej and Afton, are understanding more and more of the meaning of the Savior's birth and how that night so long ago affects us all today.---<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFUELFcjUcylkxyL2crbnbzI4S3g9hnwGh4xAvdaIAtIx8OWwGx0-km7TZQGM9fPdfx-wxk7qhOtaE5GhmqEfUuUMwvLFM5YX9_5cx0Xx1TJ4LU-LpdU3B1g8mUOIUJF_wnYYY5ejYb4/s1600-h/n1306689355_237003_4170%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299584821745651218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFUELFcjUcylkxyL2crbnbzI4S3g9hnwGh4xAvdaIAtIx8OWwGx0-km7TZQGM9fPdfx-wxk7qhOtaE5GhmqEfUuUMwvLFM5YX9_5cx0Xx1TJ4LU-LpdU3B1g8mUOIUJF_wnYYY5ejYb4/s320/n1306689355_237003_4170%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then, at 2 am on the day after Christmas we woke up super early so I could get lost on the way to Utah (adding another 100 miles) for a week with my family and a beautiful wedding. Welcome to the crazy Ercanbrack way of life Michelle.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8qiml6ohgjCwaHBNjVJPw6-BRb7yU2LD2CCrzaRW_Np9s3szcRIJJdQJHqDr3ivPFfjmWJe1hCcN2k8ppeiYY0iYuYdo95Ijls7Y3Rfcuc9t3ikXdV3Tmv29e6ZpDSRQ_BY1rl9zqJg/s1600-h/n1114571627_272860_8047%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299584818603558130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8qiml6ohgjCwaHBNjVJPw6-BRb7yU2LD2CCrzaRW_Np9s3szcRIJJdQJHqDr3ivPFfjmWJe1hCcN2k8ppeiYY0iYuYdo95Ijls7Y3Rfcuc9t3ikXdV3Tmv29e6ZpDSRQ_BY1rl9zqJg/s320/n1114571627_272860_8047%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtRLB5tC0FrtPNP8zs9aFeCqqfg9e7uh4F1XIYaQ5AFMu1oSsIjRT3hOp5RtrRaf_pnTGyeoM5vJuKzpje1eUWKyWsSCyjlJw5EPM2TlNxuB_xeGehADjam7ssPq-2DoyuKmPDG6cPn0/s1600-h/n1306689355_236994_1776%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299584814052169154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShCuc4oIcASmNPNTdxnCJVhWyudTIwf_SOuFvXQCb7xkIN-oi4D18R_RCRzY23sJij0RwzsTbUy2cCicMLKpNENDv8tbiybmPxIjRhEXS-AX4OSSwbBFYUBY_nGoEz5e8vR_NJ1pOnS4/s320/100_0273.JPG" border="0" />Cousin Violet let us share her celebration of 3 years with her.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299583504315334082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPMsv6egWFII42UDrzJ06xueTaNQE64MVYXPHVSIKc9CaLGSyZr4nHMcuWvSuDsI33FSpxQ2xx1yg-cMrV6gcTEc-v0L3FzRdk1VWtgLVtCPiG8eSrFFUNT4zFTGSwkp-TZTAcIeBf9g/s320/100B0420.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDRVIWE9jwVy3wSIRPgGcLc3G-8yCzm8R4EdN2g4RhRxHDst33eE_vdfnS8ISSi_9V4GTypfMatks3Q6ijPSiM9aMWUdwyd9897yC_c_duHjwRbPDtteW7ZeZPOcF5X5ZIIOlmt-3yJQ/s1600-h/100B0310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299583505670426578" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05t_hytdY-PPK2GBbPBpjDEobUKnAupBVaz_Fkkk_NGV2viLjMGfvhv4r9xWSoAJdyZRaxuOr07-ScKHuwNWie774L1NICTD7XeMOkUnB_UfkA_536sXpsR-zQvs0Q1i0a9MkBjhCe6M/s320/100_0242bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQH_AL88e_uoYZC6LsD0SKig0xmtsYA33N1ev8U19pwnfJtUWbfVZstzA9bESZ3FsVM5YOYH5bqcAInocY9uj0Hwsz_VVJjgBUSh8kINaBGFCmW0LIjsJtpPoHUZH07qV5jRXiyKG_lE/s1600-h/100_0236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299580824271515522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQH_AL88e_uoYZC6LsD0SKig0xmtsYA33N1ev8U19pwnfJtUWbfVZstzA9bESZ3FsVM5YOYH5bqcAInocY9uj0Hwsz_VVJjgBUSh8kINaBGFCmW0LIjsJtpPoHUZH07qV5jRXiyKG_lE/s320/100_0236.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just squeezing in a little work between the ceremony and pictures.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FXurRaneAYcGR2Is26v23bwY7_MPPnJWEKvDYrCxJO8dkda1chDkPF5tUlLgX8X_AURPlRwkfU5Aeeefv2PxmQTqNE8NUSUyQsZn5srg3pZLBa2ztqRNiNKUe9yy2MahRAXKeYS6abE/s1600-h/100_0231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299580820908103074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FXurRaneAYcGR2Is26v23bwY7_MPPnJWEKvDYrCxJO8dkda1chDkPF5tUlLgX8X_AURPlRwkfU5Aeeefv2PxmQTqNE8NUSUyQsZn5srg3pZLBa2ztqRNiNKUe9yy2MahRAXKeYS6abE/s320/100_0231.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Svv72Akhi0hED9xTnWnRsrhjijnJdIO3hGPWxbvP4lxhLQC2Wsqkx6vCj6iajpx8UOGtXxuNFuQI8XvSLpcxNZfP01iVJoMJ-Ai6PX3xtK2zIM_2H0i9t9EkHvdzc2T9T5-PbqR-aM0/s1600-h/100_0119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299580822021580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Svv72Akhi0hED9xTnWnRsrhjijnJdIO3hGPWxbvP4lxhLQC2Wsqkx6vCj6iajpx8UOGtXxuNFuQI8XvSLpcxNZfP01iVJoMJ-Ai6PX3xtK2zIM_2H0i9t9EkHvdzc2T9T5-PbqR-aM0/s320/100_0119.JPG" border="0" /></a> A romping gala with some of the High School buddies.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299590292340572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMiN4Acimp3N79IbcxwPPU5angdmnV0o7WegRh2Fd5wPYJierSRmcbxwy3gEn0aNHiDFgzhJk0TNiH8JyEB2LJRlPBk3SvuVBAKV0MQoHeS6aShTmW50Qw-ri2MRHHuGNFmpWtmTMhOA/s320/n1306689355_237015_7466%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Bowling down at the B Y.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299583499298856098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFAa1TSlaBw25KbcFSenhr-pxmgFi2Lk4JjiQgOCSLGP6GW3o27Pm_FEnK6vhOMucc-xJ9L7gOmdIQ6-WeGUzXpafYJ4Do1143_J26b8G-5OsNgfVGYky_wWbZIdEVf78iNolTLE8iNg/s320/100_0269.JPG" border="0" /><br />Bowling for burgers! I actually won (with the help of the bumpers), it was a first for me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyDfR7DAlLiAV5rzh-mtrtH2o7hBhkTg7Gll7HVPWWueMO5kZ3UAUsoZZhufremg7MepbTm8bNNT5td2ehACg82tc1tGhsyZ7VZUlwzM9GEMp0XMP4kLtWyBHEOTRaY7s9-7bMTfSoFg/s1600-h/100_0105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299578026351856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyDfR7DAlLiAV5rzh-mtrtH2o7hBhkTg7Gll7HVPWWueMO5kZ3UAUsoZZhufremg7MepbTm8bNNT5td2ehACg82tc1tGhsyZ7VZUlwzM9GEMp0XMP4kLtWyBHEOTRaY7s9-7bMTfSoFg/s320/100_0105.JPG" border="0" /></a> Genghis Khan's newest recruits. Yeah, they know how to handle a 3 ft ice cycle. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-82474214967217538522009-02-01T23:00:00.000-08:002009-02-01T23:51:38.238-08:00Shopping on a BudgetI just spent the last hour in a very deep conversation with my nearest and dearest. Nothing but his words, needs and interests have been at the foremost of my mind---and which background to choose for my blog. So I tried on 20 or so backgrounds (with my hands and eyes only, again, my mind was totally engaged in our conversation) and ended up with this wild piece. Who knows if it will stay for long, but it was sure fun shopping.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-53060363117783687932009-01-28T23:09:00.000-08:002009-01-31T11:34:01.862-08:00Dallin's Real and Actual Birthdaywas on a Sunday. So the wild raging Saturday party had simmered down by then, b<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ut</span> the family all pitched in to make the day special for him, (except for Davey who still assumes all clapping and smiling is dedicated just to him). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dallin</span></span>, thus far, has been a fan of his close-to-Christmas birthday. Here he is with his birthday R/C car that drives up the walls and ceiling: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_LAUUeh24Bx6HkTxrFmzaUSte1-1gQBwQiQ6hiHFXT1aA1AcX1NHlFvpxKMJYJP_pb5sXXodbFK5lynIs2b3HJ71d4NSVyMdnO98AivSt7yq5Mf2zQ-oyzAlzYetSzaGSuaAynM-kIA/s1600-h/100_0039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611876766651986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_LAUUeh24Bx6HkTxrFmzaUSte1-1gQBwQiQ6hiHFXT1aA1AcX1NHlFvpxKMJYJP_pb5sXXodbFK5lynIs2b3HJ71d4NSVyMdnO98AivSt7yq5Mf2zQ-oyzAlzYetSzaGSuaAynM-kIA/s400/100_0039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuvu-HZbQgITyKDiwDQEpsSezL-iR4b_GPwBuedIrb0hAhxTelb5ALEnFcX6nSWZ00WD5VyUcLPUoM3Kw-s92aFttJF9oFnaNK1UYo81vhCV14gUpdFBYhz3SMkgJCy1SD9BCfw0sIrA/s1600-h/100_0037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611872267206754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuvu-HZbQgITyKDiwDQEpsSezL-iR4b_GPwBuedIrb0hAhxTelb5ALEnFcX6nSWZ00WD5VyUcLPUoM3Kw-s92aFttJF9oFnaNK1UYo81vhCV14gUpdFBYhz3SMkgJCy1SD9BCfw0sIrA/s400/100_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just shortly before turning six <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dallin</span></span> reached the real rite of passage for elementary school <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kiddom</span></span>--the losing of the first tooth. He is happy enough, and loving the Tooth Fairy kick-backs, but I'm not so sure I'm ready to welcome in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">awkward</span> large-tooth, small mouth, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pre</span></span>-braces days of elementary kids. It was a bit sudden for me, and I feel a bit half-hearted to see the cute little teeth go--or to see my cute little boy go.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611878983962610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUn4g9gL9duPsKdIvZMoeyo0QZjDpUZZyHiht1AtqfWU3OJFYzNGrviAOls6fWCxbJBormrBQpN6a0ThPQF5CRm3vD0sYNPZgJV3Hc_o8ZYeUpMIC3-VzR2eWa5duv35XB_1B1kQzxmqw/s400/DJ+first+lost+tooth.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-8677622868994966682009-01-28T21:00:00.000-08:002009-01-28T23:38:35.960-08:00Deej is Six! (as of Dec 21, 2008) hehe, late post.<div align="center"></div><div align="center">How awesome is turning 6? So awesome that you get a one-of-a-kind Death Star birthday cake designed solely by your mom's own creative juices (and the sports ball Wilton cake pan set). So awesome that you get to have the sweetest cousins party known to Gilbert, all-inclusive with a stack o' Hot-N-Readys (sparing no expense for young taste buds), a big jar of Tostito's Salsa con Queso, a hastily glue-gunned graham cracker house for each guest, and a table brimming with sugary cracker house decor. So awesome that the place was decorated with the Star Wars Clone Wars party set and the shining (if not overly-glazed) eyes of children who had eaten a non-stop stream of anti-nutritious substances since walking in the door. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">** Special thanks to Dylan Rich who provided each child with a pixie stick that was 2 1/2 ft long and 3/4 inch in diameter for our appetizers. Ya gotta buy somthin at the school store, why not 18 mega-sized pixies to start off your Christmas sugar blitz.**</span></span> As you may have guessed--this party rocked! Only the best for our Dallin J. He IS <em>sooo</em> cool. {AND he got student of the month for being caring and got to eat lunch on the stage with the principle. Caring and Cool--quite the package.}</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9UQ2SxkoF_Nnq9S6JFh21voVbEMj1aeUjXjnAnIK_FbHVJVlGCluDQu1oSHzSlWK0a3a9tD9oyaSxrgatwezOtupkk3h_Fr8NfRJOww6lQgV_gzUNos6TZmiSr8rzTwo-ng0xk-m_sCk/s1600-h/100_0027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599704863811634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9UQ2SxkoF_Nnq9S6JFh21voVbEMj1aeUjXjnAnIK_FbHVJVlGCluDQu1oSHzSlWK0a3a9tD9oyaSxrgatwezOtupkk3h_Fr8NfRJOww6lQgV_gzUNos6TZmiSr8rzTwo-ng0xk-m_sCk/s400/100_0027.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Death Star kind of collapsed, but that was all well received, since it did that on the movie too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6NuOuHfLG1DqLumkaPvPYDGNoqDkFqkCpw-_dYHLvP4RgiG4hpgQrVKb-dEh-6FScgQFv2yGAobKZjPjBZji8k8cPco_CpcKP9ROzhPu_tPpXORle7B1sADE3VBWUFD0w9vj5uC5HQo/s1600-h/100_0028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599700377273266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6NuOuHfLG1DqLumkaPvPYDGNoqDkFqkCpw-_dYHLvP4RgiG4hpgQrVKb-dEh-6FScgQFv2yGAobKZjPjBZji8k8cPco_CpcKP9ROzhPu_tPpXORle7B1sADE3VBWUFD0w9vj5uC5HQo/s400/100_0028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9_OKBvMepY-vzqOfDyigq2nlXiQqsBpH7ON7C4OkpD3qg_ymrzuRZ2z1zwENcK_j9ICN0OvPHpeu7nHCwF7fpe8loNXSfMVGx_gJRGIdqUYnqrJx5weydBkLvz4Wj27uHFlUlO-ACYM/s1600-h/100_0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599695957267154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9_OKBvMepY-vzqOfDyigq2nlXiQqsBpH7ON7C4OkpD3qg_ymrzuRZ2z1zwENcK_j9ICN0OvPHpeu7nHCwF7fpe8loNXSfMVGx_gJRGIdqUYnqrJx5weydBkLvz4Wj27uHFlUlO-ACYM/s400/100_0004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1eOYTsL9LUPqQazAL9zqOKAGxcJrJw5Wr7BkGqVYiMR38neEg2j5Q8cWD3XBwvreJQBjWF5z3AiBiLdr-fH0QMciKsugsZQdvwGBmDMGB86bwA7eFH7Wa5c6vK0aNlwveapejrydJLU/s1600-h/100_0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599694288645954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1eOYTsL9LUPqQazAL9zqOKAGxcJrJw5Wr7BkGqVYiMR38neEg2j5Q8cWD3XBwvreJQBjWF5z3AiBiLdr-fH0QMciKsugsZQdvwGBmDMGB86bwA7eFH7Wa5c6vK0aNlwveapejrydJLU/s400/100_0012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599684241957410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqgbW5BdPmX9hEe6rXx9plfFZRl-f3sqAVCJD5c7WxfxaKht8nyesRQ3pTBsoOyFWqqD1vTdKYUNNLOabhoydbyUtYNMAYHKAcPfUaXQBfy3ap_ERWBwURIs1mutxSmNPwkh9aV6ApRs/s400/100_0001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-51466707047615806562009-01-09T22:19:00.000-08:002009-01-09T23:22:50.828-08:00In Another's ShoesI have become abysmally negligent of this blog. Whenever my thoughts flitted over it's existence during the last month, I simply excused my care with the mantra "it's the holidays!" I intend to do some storytelling and picture posting from our holidays, which I will do in the very near future. But I made it a goal to post tonight, so post I will--until Jared gets back from the Redbox.<br />Lindsey has instigated a new game in our family. We have played it two or three times now in as many days. It begins by Lindsey telling me that I am not Mom, but that SHE is Mom. Thus, my "gentle words of guidance" to pick up the toys, cannot be adhered to at this time. The question then arises: "then who am I?" Well, I'm told, I am Lindsey, and Afton is Dallin, and Dallin is Dad and Dad is Davey, and Davey is Afton.<br />The game changes everyone and everything around here. Dallin (Afton) gets to ask Mom (Lindsey) if she can have more juice before dinner, and Lindsey (me) has to ask Mom (Lindsey) if she can "help" cook the beef.<br />The game lingered on for over an hour last night. And what was the result? Davey working until late and missing dinner. Afton making a mess of her vegetables all over her face and the kitchen floor. Dad complaining that he had to do homework (coloring the matching pictures can be rough at times). Lindsey giving a bath to Mom and Dallin while Afton stood gripping the edge of the tub, bobbing her head up and down until it was her turn. And Davey returning home from work to be corrected numerous times on what names to call whom, until just after he had them secured--at which point the game was abruptly declared adjourned until Lindsey's whim reopens the chaos next time.<br />Now, if that doesn't make your head spin, go read The Fox in Socks for YOUR bedtime story five times fast.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-34882398202741804282008-12-04T23:12:00.001-08:002008-12-05T13:33:47.239-08:00GGGGGGGGRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgtfKly9hzp08Q8zoi8O6UXseedD0DyXff4YeQJdABUdeZEp9Ck01_-_8CYhN9tPwatkw8z6ue7uQRtCcIaMnsmtuaxW-ESoQenDU1yiXO699PLlUzCaYIhaPMU095JsQnbeNlW7rG38/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276204207073016226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgtfKly9hzp08Q8zoi8O6UXseedD0DyXff4YeQJdABUdeZEp9Ck01_-_8CYhN9tPwatkw8z6ue7uQRtCcIaMnsmtuaxW-ESoQenDU1yiXO699PLlUzCaYIhaPMU095JsQnbeNlW7rG38/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Please click on photo for additional detail</span><br /><br /><div align="left">Now you can create a Wolverine School Photo for your own family member!</div><br /><br /><div align="left">Step 1:</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Mother (or other parental/guardian figure) applies gel liberally to scalp, spiking hair on morning of school picture day in order to camouflage the much-needed-hair-cut status of hair.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Step 2:</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Child decides while at school not to have spiky hair and decides to flatten middle-front section using a drinking fountain water/spit combination product.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Now sit down in front of the photographer's blue and gray shaded background, give a little close-lipped smile and. . . . Viola! Your own Wolverine School Photo to enjoy for years to come!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Style modeled by Dallin Jared Parker (a mini-Hugh Jackman in the making, and just as good looking).</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-50398798509087752972008-11-19T21:10:00.000-08:002008-11-19T21:43:34.444-08:00Taking One For The Team<div>Because I feel it is in all of our best interest that I contribute toward this:</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610638058205122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoaavoXGu3r7YOWgFqOMMl-2aatC491a5L3ANVJgVXDynj3SG778vgT5hvkjMAbuN8rsHwlOnMBw14NN7Bt4xaFB83dCRTq35i0f6YBknzeXGHqPloCRi1__ZeolCtcmm6gbrwfzr6TY/s400/CIMG4748.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>scrumptiously squishy goodness, I feel it my responsibility as a nursing mother to assist my children in their Halloween candy consumption, and consumption of all up coming holiday treats. It is a sacrifice I had not foreseen before becoming a mother, but one that I have buckled down and accepted as part of the work load that honorable motherhood requires.</div><br /><div>Note: due to my diligent sacrifice, 7 mo. old Davy is now weighing more than Dallin, Afton , and Lindsey weighed at 1 year. I'd estimate that currently there is a good inch of soft babiness that squishes between each of your fingers when holding the child.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-41537872633799749472008-11-03T21:54:00.001-08:002008-11-04T00:04:01.141-08:00Halloween Pics<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQdTqcrei1Yj86ekrHR4q1Qv4bRCsOHC_xVUYuZkLQ43kXhexNFtEkqgMCzuuV9CcR4ns7qjdsJSv8DRDN_PVFbvftsFK1fFzZVmJb_659PUDE2du2H5ER5XNHCg4-tB1M9vqVPWAAMI/s1600-h/CIMG4984.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679946130642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQdTqcrei1Yj86ekrHR4q1Qv4bRCsOHC_xVUYuZkLQ43kXhexNFtEkqgMCzuuV9CcR4ns7qjdsJSv8DRDN_PVFbvftsFK1fFzZVmJb_659PUDE2du2H5ER5XNHCg4-tB1M9vqVPWAAMI/s400/CIMG4984.JPG" border="0" /></a> We met up at Em's for some homemade pizza and increasingly loud pre-trick-or-treating hype. </div><br /><div align="center">Back, L to R: Storm Trooper: Dylan Rich, Ghost: Brad Andrus, Strom Trooper: Nick Andrus </div><br /><div align="center">Front L to R: Batman: Jake Rich, Pirate Girl: Lindsey Parker, Cowboy: Conner Andrus, Buzz Lightyear: Dallin Parker, Birthday Cake: Afton Parker, Bumblebee: Spencer Andrus</div><br /><div align="center">Bottom: Dragon: David Parker<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264680906374792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu2ZxWad0HXXaZKO8NEA9_r0l8lDtBJEV-kWFFu5UG6_DwyEMuDds2MujnoMyDoTtc7xUkKZouJZLtDUARJFxCbDwVhnltXHA3bV65LMRbRZFbbBuX3PeEOM_wd1nJDDbd2qYoZznX44/s400/CIMG4992.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Just hatched from the dragon egg.<br /><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6U6Ks2eBQRCkUdgunM20_VZeOVFis_gsZbW2eUA0u-H3O4hAfoJr-AKGPD4hDGX_1W1Rji-2_myjoGlzykILTM6x2pYXFSkR6EiYzQtgIyPR1ZOpchJfGVOwu808ZqElGYOK2hC5QAsc/s1600-h/CIMG5000.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679940770151954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6U6Ks2eBQRCkUdgunM20_VZeOVFis_gsZbW2eUA0u-H3O4hAfoJr-AKGPD4hDGX_1W1Rji-2_myjoGlzykILTM6x2pYXFSkR6EiYzQtgIyPR1ZOpchJfGVOwu808ZqElGYOK2hC5QAsc/s400/CIMG5000.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aunt Em tames the dragon.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679953904392354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstmHV8kE3LESCMk_1_KgZDMsU6ZXm5T5Gr10hrzA2EF1wbAYDvhvVmFSB16aR-aqIc1CsjIax8QDTpbPUKGezUkazrHzNL6Hx-QjooMbJ6H2Ees0szV0bLAbJVzQGkAqs6aBanyq1On4/s400/CIMG4996.JPG" border="0" /> Birthday Cake costume (a little worn and torn by Halloween after a few parties), made of an upside-down canvas laundry bag and hat of paper plates with pipe cleaner candles.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZmMyijMaBhoR8QA2jtVD5F_KMFCppefOtdkn85vCto193HpSJ6qe7lvULU40yKNXHYSxjgGXciABvvbkeob2D3GZLB4A8Gzfki_TEErJz1A3D02mAj2CWGqi4-84_WlSEnoAxGjUQq4/s1600-h/CIMG5003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679938095490626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZmMyijMaBhoR8QA2jtVD5F_KMFCppefOtdkn85vCto193HpSJ6qe7lvULU40yKNXHYSxjgGXciABvvbkeob2D3GZLB4A8Gzfki_TEErJz1A3D02mAj2CWGqi4-84_WlSEnoAxGjUQq4/s400/CIMG5003.JPG" border="0" /></a>Halloween is so much fun with cousins!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264684837581981330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-LeETlBREthbz-0YqHwcf5GvA02klggesmA0__mgcz4aVv_kEpbq-dKOgadRlri9t4BIwxnFG7owQqTsklcYeRMei-3eIYX3oXARipQdIUjVfCodpS4hZgT8kJjcCECYUwVRi4GokZM/s400/CIMG4981.JPG" border="0" /> Quote of the night: "I'm not gonna say 'trick or treat' I'm gonna say 'trick or toilet!'" by Jacob Rich. And I can assure you, he stuck to that objective, and still received large amounts of candy!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-20490530881876394432008-11-03T21:12:00.000-08:002008-11-03T21:53:23.557-08:00Happy Election Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7iywBQ809gN5HeXwY2EHV4YetP7k_H61394h8R7ANEXW-JsRfXzzaUZnVVzE6evU7GCTbYKhA_znMha1RjxjwJxi6hFH_l38D_itjfYnZJF3OUczLM_sZRUpn4PGvfmfWG9eh-pz9H4/s1600-h/CIMG4720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264674607913630562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7iywBQ809gN5HeXwY2EHV4YetP7k_H61394h8R7ANEXW-JsRfXzzaUZnVVzE6evU7GCTbYKhA_znMha1RjxjwJxi6hFH_l38D_itjfYnZJF3OUczLM_sZRUpn4PGvfmfWG9eh-pz9H4/s320/CIMG4720.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>We had a debate at the dinner table tonight. Dallin told us he was voting for Obama (after a few questions on which one was which.) I asked why and his response was that McCain was a little fat.(?????????????)<br />Jared responded by referencing Arnold Schwarzenegger's remarks at a rally on Halloween for McCain:<br /></div><br /><div>"Every year, the first week in March, I come to Columbus Ohio and my friend Jim Norro and I we organize the Arnold’s Classic which is the greatest body building expo in the world. Now, of course, the Arnold’s Classic is all about building up the bodies and pumping up. That’s why, the next Arnold’s Classic, I want to invite Senator Obama, because he needs to do something . . . he needs to do something about those skinny legs. We’re gonna make him do some squats. And then we’re gonna go and give him some bicep curls to beef up those scrawny little arms. But we, if only we could do something about putting some meat on his ideas.”<br /><br />Having skinny legs, however, didn't persuade Dallin against Obama, but when I mentioned that McCain was from here in Arizona, he became a hard, fast McCain fan. We'll see what happens tomorrow when Obama is likely to be victorious. We may see Dallin quickly jumping the McCain ship. He has remained loyal, though, for David, as he told us the other night over a chicken enchilada dinner. I had just explained to Afton that we were not eating tacos or burritos, but enchiladas. Then Dallin piped up: "Too bad David lost."<br />"What?"<br />"You know, David Enchilada on American Idol."<br /><br />At least Dallin will have a memorial ring from this years election. He was happy to have found this among his Halloween loot on Friday night and proudly showed me:<br />"Hey! I got a ring with the two guys that want to be president!"</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndgexvQxFKRDkE_Q7rHk00LKXlP2crjPD0f1KRpaXQMczD0-5HHOY0FtWrnNGAGQTgtJ_JR-N1jTvMyV2GBn8NGZKxWt-3Uh1rpixG9qPGYwqZ8wNELnrDwDLGWSc2lROFrnIodt2az0/s1600-h/CIMG5021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264673819570999714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndgexvQxFKRDkE_Q7rHk00LKXlP2crjPD0f1KRpaXQMczD0-5HHOY0FtWrnNGAGQTgtJ_JR-N1jTvMyV2GBn8NGZKxWt-3Uh1rpixG9qPGYwqZ8wNELnrDwDLGWSc2lROFrnIodt2az0/s320/CIMG5021.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDm1hRMOAWlgWhjJ5dmHvEIUZpQUrbHAbU9iUpyzvhDazXZ1uGYrNzIwgL-IS16xtQkzvOYKKktZuK_QTD1RRR7F87B7SZVT8VWPh6pZ5ahqCN4LtYcFRwWwwrWYQrw8cKzR5IfwTUV_Y/s1600-h/CIMG5022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264673828475300386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDm1hRMOAWlgWhjJ5dmHvEIUZpQUrbHAbU9iUpyzvhDazXZ1uGYrNzIwgL-IS16xtQkzvOYKKktZuK_QTD1RRR7F87B7SZVT8VWPh6pZ5ahqCN4LtYcFRwWwwrWYQrw8cKzR5IfwTUV_Y/s320/CIMG5022.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-9933824393026370522008-10-31T00:47:00.001-07:002008-10-31T01:21:09.066-07:00The Darndest ThingsRecent conversations and daily life have produced the following remarks:<br /><br />Afton in prayers:<br /><br />"And thank you that is Halloween. And thank you for Halloween decorations. And thanks for Christmas decorations. Becuase some people have both Halloween and Christmas decorations. . ."<br />(the eager department store marketing of Christmas items during the Halloween season have Afton a little confused, but very excited)<br />***********************************************************<br />Dallin: Mom, you like David the best.<br />Me: Why do you say that?<br />Dallin: Because he's the cutest<br />Me: Oh my little cutesy wootsey tootsey kiddie, blah blah blah (pinching Dallin's cheecks and giving little hugs.)<br />Dallin: (pushing me away). I'm GLAD Davie is the cutest.<br />****************************************************************<br />Afton: Mom, who was the cutest at the Halloween Party? . . . . ME!<br />(a welcome comment after Em and I rushed to put together her requested birthday cake costume in the last hour and first half hour of the ward Halloween Party (can't be sooner than 45 min late!))<br />Afton: Someone thought I was a cupcake!!!!! (in disbelief.--it is important to get costume recognition details right for 4 yr olds.)<br />*****************************************************************<br />Dallin: I love kindergarten. I'm so lucky I'm in kindergarten. Afton is gonna be the next lucky one to go to kindergarten.<br />*****************************************************************<br />Dallin: Mom, I like Clarissa. She is the new girl. She looks like Sleeping Beauty except for the hair and I don't know what color her eyes are, but they might be blue. (Are there any other ways to look like Sleeping Beauty for a 5 yr old girl?)<br />**********************************************************************<br />Me: Lindsey, I love you.<br />Lindsey: (nodding and looking up at me) Heavenly Father luff me. Uh huh.<br />********************************************************************<br />Dallin: Lindsey, you were the winner too, because you were on the team with Afton and I and we beat Mom and David. (to Lindsey after she fell down on the walk/race home from school and ended up being pushed in the stroller with the losing team).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-58499025182725681382008-10-31T00:15:00.000-07:002008-10-31T01:19:43.761-07:00Some Serious Discipline<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGf3vH50rHEYxVt1hoFHWhmwEi66UZiqKYrCHRMSInXNyuJSizsbL0iC0pAqeRu2FH14Ix-QwJEzcVN_P5AWYUJaUsPXDDvsTmZhkJPGINNNRnr4sKZGW5yYvdk8BWbTzTwcSHOdE1Bk/s1600-h/CIMG4889.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263229530749533714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGf3vH50rHEYxVt1hoFHWhmwEi66UZiqKYrCHRMSInXNyuJSizsbL0iC0pAqeRu2FH14Ix-QwJEzcVN_P5AWYUJaUsPXDDvsTmZhkJPGINNNRnr4sKZGW5yYvdk8BWbTzTwcSHOdE1Bk/s400/CIMG4889.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We were really excited to move to this house. Then we found out it came fully equipped with a 10 foot time-out spot. This house was made for us.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-15592600558470058582008-10-15T21:27:00.000-07:002008-10-20T14:50:38.347-07:00A Million and One Pictures of the Parker Kids<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Good buddies are invaluable. Jordan Daines took these pics of my kiddies (and me, at my protest, just not the photogenic type). We miss our little South Pas now that we are here in Gilbert, AZ, but can I just say Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to a back yard, and a garage with MY OWN washer and dryer to revel in, and a culdesac where the kids play outside almost all day long, and cheap rent, and enough rooms that David doesn't have to nap in Jared's office where he wakes up every 15 min. You can't beat the weather in southern California, but again . . . aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</div><br /><div>Anyway, here are the pics, by Jordan Daines, and for all my friends back in S.P., I would totally hire her, (hope you wanted a little advertising Jordan). It is HARD work to get any of my kids to cooperate in any manner whatsoever, and she managed to pull it off with all four.</div><br /><div>Sorry, I like so many I couldn't decide which to post an posted a bunch of them.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dallin, D.J., Deej, Deejamus Prime:</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257628467845796706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67WvTTassqh-3v74s5HU3bWiOEJR0AZuQyvKsvHgfCnhE2W1OmKGLRbLWDtFBwaLCu8YNpnJHneJH2H0AKNoABaFxq_riGwhAuWJUjJFELinC8vDqzqpDJokeKKNfQ2vks1uTDjxUoOE/s400/dallin12.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257627227099758674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXhAmPbNtCNyMqHx_wOmIM-p2YQNjQnqvcy24a9iSPlg_UQUsh2DnCy_OvuyDalpLpmyIUFpayqvOqHyIHeZH-56GWoljuNt4OCXbKYMUFlaOkjwlnAIqxTd7LDPLtnt71_GU0f19DGk/s400/dallin1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257627725986304082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQtwF3XzzjQH1B6siIgosXX0OFdzO-2G48P1IFU_wWIddfQR0wAeO8bIFxQn1bz87q_yKELArcizMolSILICS2q4wDja2OZr2xLcvGckzFrj0bLTExwPdMh5X8tmeqmdYKrZevhPT_5g/s400/dallin5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259355918528762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChK3nSWbnfS6t5RAStVTZEA-TYnMl8GkzBJWEM1qil000MBrxjRZ-Cmo0abY24U8dSVeDAtMG8HTAkoObaPPC1T8_LkCt0BUd3H0sEP2dRB80prOjfZCnzA1iXw3OybPtRb6z-GwoB_E/s400/dallin15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257629079864734962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69XvvMgjiWG-FDpNZ4HR0_HF93l75BCMAEOjuo3eDcsuUx8osUShUmZz5gq1uFPaNphnHSfzaO-PHygCR1rowDywYOhz3yAK9tSzVD8gxEvaTXvnWvfZ7M9l8JS8cahWc4wF-38JZcQI/s400/dalllinafton3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257628471593778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillTNRShUlZBVKvH3c9Lh0-eqPj8oAjC8eUdL_E-do1SGtlGqGrDfjTzzhTv23ipbWOLiDdAFYpxv2vjLIKhpjV2SsRTlii70L1QanAvWsMq1-9DpIieUCw0XGuZ2hxgQsNAgoAieU7R4/s400/dallinafton2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>--Dallin makes me want to laugh. He has a contageous laugh, and is ideal to watch a good comedy with because his laugh makes it much funnier.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Afton, Aftie Tafties, Taffy:</div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257625338254403842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjLPZQ5qChGXQuEZU6-MX3N88zHOTs6FbpUZBuBbEoboH-RqyT8MSU7Chpb7TuJI1_Bm4ku_C9aO1q-tISRo6eNx81g1GFI__TRb_pL3y1JXd9MMau4PHd_t-w6QIxZ_HDJRsM3mYNdQ/s400/afton1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257626029895819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXc7mgquvMZmF5F5NZvtMMJT1fvaraEe_xcRjmiGuRJH1R41d0M_UQf1h6D0onZGjKXJhuYrFEuDrFMuEMzMaZJPo544v4k8KUy6jdxzZI3Y1ODj-kRIrgpLvkvl4AfSLb71Kp-MKnzp8/s400/afton15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257626019692316178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CjZUbrnnzZtnA5ctim8su9RLYU30YlIYLCjQb5J7Vp4BJ5N8nK6q9-NKfx7fxkJyfhI0SLzmDrTA79xyuZIRIRaRqTdyncE7WUkR1FU_sNYm-UKAiiKgUky_xu6ug63cYkxF1IxNliE/s400/afton12.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257626389606610018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzWiv_JB8ES16mVXO3BkcfZ2wnDyf7COjNIym-IjkFQXRfj63Znc-WMYC4o_22YHyNZNBizfzPK8ZMYh3MPaJCyxacBonZp2FyLynCdzdDft5EcKhR1eTlX0gmYp5t3eqO3dXAnZ90PA/s400/aftonlindsey1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257627222305645218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJVBBNQIfkgUyobmv6ivaaQx1x3DmCbBmhxEUoPUNh3kadLDd7QLe1_zu52I8PxHjCHdNF570wIsRACZlszN7sovV9OhfD3mFNwEZJbg3xhs1NR0ynG0xzCY7Jp3YvvQ4G_7k2bnw_EA/s400/aftonlindsey3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>--Afton makes me wonder. There are no boundaries for her imagination, and it's awesome to ask and find out where she is thinking at any random moment.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Lindsey, Lindsey Lu, Lu Lu, Lu Lu La:</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259332203345047874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4t3cWqaZXAtx5RK16e3ve5CTqE-5Gjz4rA07h07xitU5J8EkojTE3yDCAzvcp8wpVa2WF293kleH49lIF-DkrrxB6s1HTc3juDJHgKFk_vqGppGfaELMsPg2XCvA1OEmXr9_qQjGULM/s400/lindsey7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259332564967384978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9yQqTUtatK7qBG4461YVPMuXmAi4hoWP2S6hcU_IebvE8k3v3YHUX3irR6G6MI8Tx8HV7KE6sJgcr9ilHtZYvl8ufO8WaWHGPzPS4aRR_kZb6GsasCa3-xMz8_5di82JjKG8Ug3_Ed4/s400/lindsey8.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259333236519971026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd2flLsb2okq-O0Hbi1YL7r7djje_x1J4PW2973_S1ug3qWP1XKTlJERzo77-SekBP9iXUAuubXd738kgy-C5BgKg4b5PcynZFVdS2nv7y6wkYh3adzRsxHHbO9OL4rBgfgjJtUtQ7ik/s400/lindsey9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259335412213148434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8psFQwyJYYzQjNFYvn122yoTarH9rTXEsDoVAKqr3arnXo9Uybq2HPK1JbXYTTe8Hw9eTns6bndgbTTWfIu4nfQ8dX130y1tPaJd4rDjvo34_RjxLAOW6pvzPHcUbZsk6tC-223d-pWk/s400/lindsey14.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336444960447650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9L7X3tUDDqjTk2dOAIVEKyfLsH4lGaSGBezaMrsF1GPW_KjinSVyZyyVVTH74UrGXDhhCMeO5NvWa-tPHPVtuIMuijYWzMyKVZ_zB99gR_k0xqa1RMX_sBHKBvfMpimdi-H0TSIasHs/s400/lindsey15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>--Lindsey makes me feel loved. I have to ask before I can kiss her. She usually grants my request, but she likes to specify where the kiss will occur. Sometimes on her nose, sometimes on her cheek, her arm, her knee, or wherever needs a kiss. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>David, Davie, Davers, Schootch:</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259331831644869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm-eSrUuOVPAf-iiqYlBOzoftPEoZqW4O41Z17uHA8UMcO7jHs-VRdUtTqSDWSq0POJOrzLhZis5lhkMmIyUTIhP3kQOiBhYdOa2HP2Zij16kK22WtgFwJmtToWxberPQX4g0-8OIJYI/s400/davey15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259330961950351298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYp8lE-FOJJ9zL9C5kqh8EMbYHhDkyruwinyTZ2wMJQw3Zz5CCi694UvveeXJYBMFBjeOYETFsh_xn-dFMKacuj-nEmJYjGkiBKUz-qKrS_hNNv2EU27SdCzIq4PZ1Rh2kI6w9haxurA/s400/davey13.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259330264236451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_0GPjGLYG4f7DDtathZM3v8x_s_oiTHOVqyFLkluzDFxuuKl068Umid5L6v5W_aQYzu8oAaFkgEKS_rZIuKoZmEF4lLA6jI0fnnLbjoDojChSQKHLMhCVjHQSaRdYp_iYDNSQlCjp2I/s400/davey9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259330573567658242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcCJr9CNf4iTvreC6IPGP-u8AuGqWdIV9EXARx-gNrOCldGKgDLkcaWAWFDZW6w_2qmsONoxd35wg4I-57x_1IRS-Ta27jfFega3UB76RI-yQGTgILhEGdaEI8KRtVm06V0hXN6MWmR8/s400/davey11.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259330012440944322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISGmzc5_HG0hPsPxG_W47SQjJQZL5oANwWrnCQ9yTm_dc_chyphenhyphenEiXmhyphenhyphenDVOp_PBeGBCLXQ6yVPpG36ePe7IMrH49_9UDOwyfiVbri1cc-pfopUObMobg0pv5mriUBegqbf-NFM9STv9AU/s400/davey3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259328388761282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqCTyQljyfaE_eeiERg2tjpNQWHZUVR4ahEmEXTvC5j6W9_2mwHxfOStIol_J496ilHjx_00JR3_7AxBVvgtj83a9jJwXL51kx2FME5INZKk3R6Na43IAjxKBNAMB_kZKPkh6Hz2C8xc/s400/davey2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257629072638618994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhphDJEXcka2nyrhSbvyf9A_Vxx94p9h1FYDJCPVLS1XkLelbkTPAHsdUmd6I8ghmu6jOJTS1PcYo1e-Bbkg31ZGJkKC2Mk3crSsQgeaHxGCM50qyqH5IqNGIdASiuemoSvpOmzHepnGuo/s400/dallindavey2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>--David makes me feel popular. I've never had so many people, young and elderly, surrounding me as I did at church the other day, all of them gooing and gaaing at the little flirt.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-13047910577539064592008-10-06T00:38:00.000-07:002008-10-06T01:33:41.731-07:00The REAL Windsor SLC house.<div>Sorry for tricking so many of you with my <a href="http://parkerpressrelease.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-to-summer.html">last </a>Windsor post. Here are the post recent pics of the house, just about to be posted on the MLS. We are proud of it, but Jared is as tired of it as I used to get of my school research papers just before turning them in. He just wants to be done with it. There is still some landscaping to be done, which we have complete assurance will be done this week??????<br />If anyone knows someone who wants a really cute little house in a darling neighborhood in SLC, and who is voting for Obama (or someone who loves to debate people who are voting for Obama, since most of the neighbors are sporting Obama signs in their yards) then this is absolutely the house for them.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6x5oG99xBGhuLvikhCVF1R6KX62UAs6oQ0frCDRn6Gb3c6HbSXOd-57587qRtJmT59TjODnmwRqRKwVVglfAYn0BTm58L0jzm0Lg7jPMY52O4-dncf20de-Zs3w0KKGM7Ra1DkEgRXg/s1600-h/front+view.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253952775297177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6x5oG99xBGhuLvikhCVF1R6KX62UAs6oQ0frCDRn6Gb3c6HbSXOd-57587qRtJmT59TjODnmwRqRKwVVglfAYn0BTm58L0jzm0Lg7jPMY52O4-dncf20de-Zs3w0KKGM7Ra1DkEgRXg/s400/front+view.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0cOyHCvKqC0KcQ-pCVe-t1GC2ju4HZ27o0UObNWb38AQ0Nt_lhnR6Qw_MzFD3FtxPuWIPUPjdZH3KcSWc4XjKAOKSVCethQSAvIiANtCFvo_1gSzwu6nDko5q3yzF8ksfH1EWTP8Bl8/s1600-h/front+door+view.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253952785913037730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0cOyHCvKqC0KcQ-pCVe-t1GC2ju4HZ27o0UObNWb38AQ0Nt_lhnR6Qw_MzFD3FtxPuWIPUPjdZH3KcSWc4XjKAOKSVCethQSAvIiANtCFvo_1gSzwu6nDko5q3yzF8ksfH1EWTP8Bl8/s400/front+door+view.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8imUdfOlUyzpVIBtTqu0Bx00a8w7IkTwx8jk_bYjVhw_hEntqCEqSj-WMJ-_ejvD733KsXEb5xRP3QAFMfNliv7kybA4KBonswr1OhcAdiNed3BaaZzAOBNw7_dBYaO2lFLpI1R9HtZc/s1600-h/front+door+view.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmtP5mul00HQeTkYc_6ZPl1T2ilfSgblR1kPSNX2qDtreYgVq5EcMTusiU6_Bn5YzhkWzva3Ed6Vu2wyJsOwpfLaPBfDTnWiTqiFiRf0Itw-DU3rbFJMDSM1UvY0zK-yYr2w1wfIa1e0/s1600-h/bedroom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253952791938490386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmtP5mul00HQeTkYc_6ZPl1T2ilfSgblR1kPSNX2qDtreYgVq5EcMTusiU6_Bn5YzhkWzva3Ed6Vu2wyJsOwpfLaPBfDTnWiTqiFiRf0Itw-DU3rbFJMDSM1UvY0zK-yYr2w1wfIa1e0/s400/bedroom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3bl6Adb-3p59B_N19jKnME9KcJymhjBrCiqQP4tQophBklayn6SpBvzvwEbXambKkX70k5ADgkj0YujT56OW1JNufxcF0qX7Wu97h32ROGvkVYeQNmgAM3QR5bkjdjpD0x-Dbu5JeS8/s1600-h/arch+view.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253952798840100386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3bl6Adb-3p59B_N19jKnME9KcJymhjBrCiqQP4tQophBklayn6SpBvzvwEbXambKkX70k5ADgkj0YujT56OW1JNufxcF0qX7Wu97h32ROGvkVYeQNmgAM3QR5bkjdjpD0x-Dbu5JeS8/s400/arch+view.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253955643570517778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyo6Yk-4IGlZPYXUmO1P0C1e9hbxdZDBq-n_mBQHcdfeVIYK8mL7vKDL1MYo5zHT36y80zi-9ww9K5qiW98BnCNyu1Gldi8dkZ8z73ueNmoueCejM-djm5HdQwlT9Bq9BrQiSk501plE/s400/kitchen2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253955649119264514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-gH-3mZ3TqZtIEMoyf2WBIeWsSRsPETDAh8rTx6nSjOzVl7N0lysySsBCKhhoYBfzbKG5sRGeOMccOgMvF5wePRwVSgp3t9vVhKHRcImZ7bO9oroKSUoeRZemphCT_QaIyHhhorX7Og/s400/bathroom.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854654731261568590.post-87716723644930679872008-09-29T01:45:00.000-07:002008-09-29T01:52:25.035-07:00Create"...take the normal opportunities of your daily life and create something of beauty and helpfulness. You will improve not only the world around you, but also the world within you."<br /><br />OK. How awesome was that RS General Conference talk by Elder Uchtdorf? You may feel the same, but I am sure it was written expressly for me. I'm such an apologist.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3