tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87276976062475573172024-02-06T23:38:50.903-07:00Laura's Loopy LifeWelcome to my life! I've come to realize that in my life, if its not one thing, it's another. It's not that I think my life is so much crazier than anyone elses....BUT, we do have some pretty crazy moments in the Cluff household! And now you get to hear all about them. Enjoy!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-25158922204953811332010-05-28T09:08:00.007-06:002010-05-28T09:21:14.219-06:00What I'm going to do this summer...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />Today is the last day of school and it's such a bittersweet day. I'm looking forward to not having such a structured schedule, not having to worry about getting the kids out the door by a certain time, allowing late nights every now and then, etc.... BUT, it seems like every summer I get more and more stressed about how I'm going to keep the kids entertained! So I've been sitting here stressing about it and then I remembered this list that I found in Kya's room the other day....</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">What I'm going to do this summer</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >By</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Kya Cluff</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. Crystal Springs <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >(I have no idea where she got this idea!)</span></span> </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">2. Play outside</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">3. Play board games</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. Make stuff out of paper</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">5. Have a campout on the trampoline</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">6. Do manacures and pedacures</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(only things she misspelled on the entire list)</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7. Water balloon fight</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">8. Play in our pool</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">9. Spy on Ember</span></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(ha ha, she cracks me up!)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">10. Movie</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">11. Sing primary songs</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">12. Have a party on the trampoline</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">13. Go on a treasure hunt</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >14. Play with the family</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">15. Play basketball</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">16. Play baseball</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">17. Go to the park</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">18. Play on the trampoline together<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(</span>Together with WHO?)</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">19. Play with Q-Tip </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(our cat)</span></span></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >(and yes, it was color-coded just like this!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This list made me feel so much better! I love how simple it is and how easily entertained kids can prove to be. They don't need costly outings or expensive vacations. Sometimes I think as adults we go to too much of an extreme to make sure our kids are entertained, when it's really just life's simple pleasures that they want. I mean, sure it's great to do those things every once in a while if we have the time and money to do so. But don't rule out the simple and easy things.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think with the exception of Crystal Springs (and hey, maybe even that!), I could help her accomplish everything on this list!</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Here's to a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">fun</span> and <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">simple</span> summer!!!</span></span><br /><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-1515379778745292682010-05-24T13:31:00.009-06:002010-05-28T09:34:39.495-06:00Summer fun brings.....March babies!<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;">The month of March brought THREE new babies to our circle of family and friends. All three couples wanted the sex of the baby to be a surprise. I could never do that! But it did make it very exciting to find out what each one of them had. We were guessing they'd all be girls, but we were only right with one.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On March 1st our close friends, Kalun and Kristi Merrill, welcomed a baby GIRL they named Addison Emma. She was 7 lbs. 6 oz. and 20 inches. Such a beautiful baby! Here she is at 2 days old:</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe3Lc7qZnS6lsVDIaGoyND0w-vICis3qEonFt6t5SasmMOcNg9c9-h0B1uIyrF8Gt3tVwnS29FF4UuA27vyn4KE-nCT26NAL4Mii_jKGe6Cn8WiLReMIVr3yAbVBrYp86APevBAa-VVY/s1600/DSC02596.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe3Lc7qZnS6lsVDIaGoyND0w-vICis3qEonFt6t5SasmMOcNg9c9-h0B1uIyrF8Gt3tVwnS29FF4UuA27vyn4KE-nCT26NAL4Mii_jKGe6Cn8WiLReMIVr3yAbVBrYp86APevBAa-VVY/s320/DSC02596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474922101885091282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCV54Ae5xpoZpP4uFYYRCSP9073nrbEEHOx3qxv7qnNHKulnPGZTUEaHZWFDlr3ZQiqo0a8Lgy1j_Kv1T-O3OMcgo407XHz09BXV2__Mex8ZOTrxs3vGA7h_fXOjMYdwBZ4V73cWmgAk/s1600/DSC02607.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCV54Ae5xpoZpP4uFYYRCSP9073nrbEEHOx3qxv7qnNHKulnPGZTUEaHZWFDlr3ZQiqo0a8Lgy1j_Kv1T-O3OMcgo407XHz09BXV2__Mex8ZOTrxs3vGA7h_fXOjMYdwBZ4V73cWmgAk/s320/DSC02607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474922086563706658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Then Matthew's brother Dave and his wife Kenia welcomed a baby BOY on March 12th. They named him Joaquin K after both of the grandpa's middle names. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> He was 9 lbs. 2 oz. and 22 inches!!! What a big boy! </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">He already started out big, but for one reason after another we didn't get to see him until he was 16 days old, so he hardly even looked like a newborn by then!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBajy38H3xg-D3kELdoWS7MWY8nquBVqkGnKiFGMnpbdjNZf_T6rbJax1aXNH4sqsI5MVpqq0x8xDgTZNEDoMfrueDXE-qOyZf3i55NGw_aWzwschKiAoDd26WHEUuRau-ekk5x5BTa_0/s1600/DSC02876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBajy38H3xg-D3kELdoWS7MWY8nquBVqkGnKiFGMnpbdjNZf_T6rbJax1aXNH4sqsI5MVpqq0x8xDgTZNEDoMfrueDXE-qOyZf3i55NGw_aWzwschKiAoDd26WHEUuRau-ekk5x5BTa_0/s320/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474923199095186210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSxT_62gWISY4mTXQZFIJvfjofM225doVhFlp-bh8zkxWUuS4XJvWGoOxmKQwoK-PKCmSahjao96b-nPgsXkntykKSsIvVBPKeQHb5es-cjRvuYtrmAI46ugxyMgZEjvYoAc2_cSyTVg/s1600/DSC02880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSxT_62gWISY4mTXQZFIJvfjofM225doVhFlp-bh8zkxWUuS4XJvWGoOxmKQwoK-PKCmSahjao96b-nPgsXkntykKSsIvVBPKeQHb5es-cjRvuYtrmAI46ugxyMgZEjvYoAc2_cSyTVg/s320/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474923194514728466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And finally, my brother Chuck and his wife Ginger welcomed a baby BOY on March 18th. He was 7 lbs. 1 oz. and 20 inches. Ginger had him naturally. I think she's crazy, but to each his own! ;) About 2 days after he was born they finally came up with a name for him....Zaxton Kalan. Of course they had to go with another Z name! (Their other two are Zailey and Zenick.) We had a fun time guessing what crazy name they'd come up with! If names were allowed in Scrabble, his name would be worth a lot! His middle name is a combination of both of the grandpa's middle names, Kay and Alan.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvwpOm7qsm9BRD4wi4wkBadE2WMZt7pfdeHZdUKlOolJKBEGKlm3jq_d2XTTEwmQAMuibCpMTX-9dE3zSBcXFzwtilLnUUnzucIeMwMWND_VVq1bmK8axxCOqQhMB-BUwACRRqLqfLM0/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvwpOm7qsm9BRD4wi4wkBadE2WMZt7pfdeHZdUKlOolJKBEGKlm3jq_d2XTTEwmQAMuibCpMTX-9dE3zSBcXFzwtilLnUUnzucIeMwMWND_VVq1bmK8axxCOqQhMB-BUwACRRqLqfLM0/s320/DSC02781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474923214235151842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">We drove all the way up to Bear Lake to see him a couple days after he was born and planned to spend the weekend so we could help out with their other two children and make meals, etc... Well, after the first day of being there I got really sick and we had to leave early so we didn't get to spend nearly as much time with them as hoped, but they came down a month later for Kya's baptism and we got to see him again. He was still tiny, but didn't quite have that newborn look anymore! </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlQ42V3cp9NUpzKm3cLaNaJv5qP3EhN5AqD_m4hIC3Rikl1sWiUchMi9Jq8gF4dvuKkVdPTB0Cwq_etF_dKSjGz6tVVD5TZODGQVsVl-mjLF7vs7hj-qMvOrB8oiLx68yV7gddUafT2c/s1600/DSC00247.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlQ42V3cp9NUpzKm3cLaNaJv5qP3EhN5AqD_m4hIC3Rikl1sWiUchMi9Jq8gF4dvuKkVdPTB0Cwq_etF_dKSjGz6tVVD5TZODGQVsVl-mjLF7vs7hj-qMvOrB8oiLx68yV7gddUafT2c/s320/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474923185302015986" border="0" /></a><br /><div face="verdana" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Welcome to the world Addison, Joaquin, and Zaxton!!!</span><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-60598696575212606632010-05-24T12:13:00.006-06:002010-05-24T13:30:14.001-06:00Itty Bitty Ball<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Logan played Itty Bitty Ball again this year. Same as last year it was the one that has a little of everything.....baseball, basketball, soccer, volleyball, and football. The name of their team was Team Batman! His coach this year was much better! I found out later that it was a girl from Kalun & Kristi's ward. She was great! Being a whole year older made a HUGE difference. He participated a LOT more and actually did pretty well all things considered. Although, he did still: get easily distracted, do a lot of weird dancing, act aloof every once in a while and....play with his shirt....A LOT!!! I've found this to be a common theme for kids his age. I'd look around the room at the other kids to see if they were doing it too. Logan was definitely not alone!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3lb-HzvyH4rKcQiclfIXc9lYGvvdST5yypuK-wmECtL8HkvXZHtyAlKpAkUlb695z5bAlfjMrFO04wSpUglvIKvGa8CMxcZm2A4ln0SEJcOHOIqNyCktvd0VRXr_60j15D0eNiE_ng4/s1600/DSC02534.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3lb-HzvyH4rKcQiclfIXc9lYGvvdST5yypuK-wmECtL8HkvXZHtyAlKpAkUlb695z5bAlfjMrFO04wSpUglvIKvGa8CMxcZm2A4ln0SEJcOHOIqNyCktvd0VRXr_60j15D0eNiE_ng4/s320/DSC02534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917040578598434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">He and his teammates also thought it was cool to show off their muscles!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErMRnX1ddjQQOO9IJaKVBGXS3vgJ37qq-d2IpeBy-YuXMMrTqhTX0_Xoxq6F1wy-v3l87HxqfNG1io_lZCqC3AspMo2zzQumG6NyQHbGd_z8pILrrbvSd6vDtB8WJAwNhRaQoJGVDAUA/s1600/DSC02540.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErMRnX1ddjQQOO9IJaKVBGXS3vgJ37qq-d2IpeBy-YuXMMrTqhTX0_Xoxq6F1wy-v3l87HxqfNG1io_lZCqC3AspMo2zzQumG6NyQHbGd_z8pILrrbvSd6vDtB8WJAwNhRaQoJGVDAUA/s320/DSC02540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917031549052354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">And there was always candy at the end of each day of course. One of the best parts!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdohs_bTKR1xYBsHz_89dBPXKaJsa1xREaaWNfFv2qJGix1X3jni_PZkXhwTA3eebz959HjD4WEdnDrXuvv_xjkJdYsqcL7zoh7nck-1SxiPrCYlO51HkX0NL1qMM_Tb3oJrBHPQoTpb0/s1600/DSC02548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdohs_bTKR1xYBsHz_89dBPXKaJsa1xREaaWNfFv2qJGix1X3jni_PZkXhwTA3eebz959HjD4WEdnDrXuvv_xjkJdYsqcL7zoh7nck-1SxiPrCYlO51HkX0NL1qMM_Tb3oJrBHPQoTpb0/s320/DSC02548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474917024285929490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Logan had pretty good form during volleyball. He did surprisingly well!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fu_4PWvLn5Z_Yj0ktCPBi7LyY6nPPUY92ptQ4MgsGSJ6qZRPZ6-ZECTtNSOhb_aRP63DSh9fHw4-RDrNysvaK5xP3L_1f8aL6nKxPXLgsi44U7zMZ1s19x3Xhq0cvN8yb5dtFXDFgwU/s1600/DSC02558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fu_4PWvLn5Z_Yj0ktCPBi7LyY6nPPUY92ptQ4MgsGSJ6qZRPZ6-ZECTtNSOhb_aRP63DSh9fHw4-RDrNysvaK5xP3L_1f8aL6nKxPXLgsi44U7zMZ1s19x3Xhq0cvN8yb5dtFXDFgwU/s320/DSC02558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474914852456571650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Logan was one of the biggest kids on his team which meant he got one of the biggest shirts. This picture just doesn't give you that great of an idea, but it was pretty darn big!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgnHQy9DGlmoB0p5q6SuShz0YsNl4Mnc7CTzEZb6F5N_OLPgGnhcz82HbUk1gPJzgLg4LHwANJWRsWYeAUVYDlk7GtOTpCxF-yUi_3F-i-tXpeKL31av1YPUAVMdpABRsUuSH4Yq3kn0/s1600/DSC02570.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgnHQy9DGlmoB0p5q6SuShz0YsNl4Mnc7CTzEZb6F5N_OLPgGnhcz82HbUk1gPJzgLg4LHwANJWRsWYeAUVYDlk7GtOTpCxF-yUi_3F-i-tXpeKL31av1YPUAVMdpABRsUuSH4Yq3kn0/s320/DSC02570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474914842916443330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">This picture gives you a little perspective. It was big enough for ME for heavens sake!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkpbBQ4I5eXZv2IdU2l5ZO6FIZzldhsr9omKt1YI4ppM72EYWEowimSxAAPCC9g6kcPnafRGOQCVUIwDGLUE6CWyGkyy8cFskXVdW_LIkq5aql71Nr6_UyhC0YLRdqXBVTemaRehVEak/s1600/DSC02594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkpbBQ4I5eXZv2IdU2l5ZO6FIZzldhsr9omKt1YI4ppM72EYWEowimSxAAPCC9g6kcPnafRGOQCVUIwDGLUE6CWyGkyy8cFskXVdW_LIkq5aql71Nr6_UyhC0YLRdqXBVTemaRehVEak/s320/DSC02594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474914831334992962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Peyton had a lot of fun as a spectator!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTPXik9_wUccotThYUrkIpZDMEK0hng_6GATw5J9TJ0gy-RtHrPEijPZl4eZFHmp3aHjRi32nRg13KqliZG67eEQw5617o91IV41XDefNHNYELYUDUOcWW0d_avPUOMcjcpvrqo-_-Ko/s1600/DSC02647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTPXik9_wUccotThYUrkIpZDMEK0hng_6GATw5J9TJ0gy-RtHrPEijPZl4eZFHmp3aHjRi32nRg13KqliZG67eEQw5617o91IV41XDefNHNYELYUDUOcWW0d_avPUOMcjcpvrqo-_-Ko/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474914823786078466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Logan being the goalie on Soccer Day<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja93Ad_Ucf1DygHPJNFCGUOLvYJ10z6-B7AqBZYDNTEJ3A0_VHnNB0NEEsbtgqyrObDSPBEePMIDcyfNchj0uhSJbPFajuEosIBSpdAYaogsOBRl3PA7oyGRLWPuhwYlVHQz8JwVFrJAk/s1600/DSC02649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja93Ad_Ucf1DygHPJNFCGUOLvYJ10z6-B7AqBZYDNTEJ3A0_VHnNB0NEEsbtgqyrObDSPBEePMIDcyfNchj0uhSJbPFajuEosIBSpdAYaogsOBRl3PA7oyGRLWPuhwYlVHQz8JwVFrJAk/s320/DSC02649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474914817218189858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Lined up ready to play some football...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhmzBLnNFE07v00k89p5mgM4W7OHU6O-eyCZsr4SNn8PozDzpfvP3Cyn_RPeewcr7Ymy1gM99oGBNI5KHzkWA0qgzZaQOFrlusKY5WLKawc7eSKisGdvbv7TlRox8uy4qDSzlc8U6blU/s1600/DSC02658.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhmzBLnNFE07v00k89p5mgM4W7OHU6O-eyCZsr4SNn8PozDzpfvP3Cyn_RPeewcr7Ymy1gM99oGBNI5KHzkWA0qgzZaQOFrlusKY5WLKawc7eSKisGdvbv7TlRox8uy4qDSzlc8U6blU/s320/DSC02658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911490279405298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Catching the football - apparently Logan thought he was going to make a hoop for it to go through!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOfhsDeJfqM84Jclmnu8Hkx9GvoDYlmBKYKBTr-i3Ug28vlM-76GYA_T2g3B38dmD54jQrTqWBpqU5ezTYYhw5SYVK4u76TzzI8U3phHrfi6JdTcCsPgWaOKFxKptRx14N1Nm4G8Rr9g/s1600/DSC02661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOfhsDeJfqM84Jclmnu8Hkx9GvoDYlmBKYKBTr-i3Ug28vlM-76GYA_T2g3B38dmD54jQrTqWBpqU5ezTYYhw5SYVK4u76TzzI8U3phHrfi6JdTcCsPgWaOKFxKptRx14N1Nm4G8Rr9g/s320/DSC02661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911483446291954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Getting ready to kick the football...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpOJ9d1BbYPHNIKzgOXwtv_vQqOx6XzueUqeL8LpjshHeS0g-sdwuuiEncTrU-MkglfUS5INDsWWfOXL_sUS9Jjls-gjlcnre8QXvnujXCNAPJSEUAaWSh0o_voJpXPP0DDLNPKZav-I/s1600/DSC02674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpOJ9d1BbYPHNIKzgOXwtv_vQqOx6XzueUqeL8LpjshHeS0g-sdwuuiEncTrU-MkglfUS5INDsWWfOXL_sUS9Jjls-gjlcnre8QXvnujXCNAPJSEUAaWSh0o_voJpXPP0DDLNPKZav-I/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911472269954450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Practicing throwing it through targets. Logan was actually pretty darn good at this one!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnG4d_YWoVDnKOr2l7eCC2ZfWTU_RzPeNavlLTCVkSgxZPGgCReS1AZzIHhjxBFbqokIOQHxd5DqhJS0ugFvgOkf3h1VDH648XNRKlW7RaYzIT56Wm7ZJ7Dh8t9jFTT77SUJqvCppKMM/s1600/DSC02683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnG4d_YWoVDnKOr2l7eCC2ZfWTU_RzPeNavlLTCVkSgxZPGgCReS1AZzIHhjxBFbqokIOQHxd5DqhJS0ugFvgOkf3h1VDH648XNRKlW7RaYzIT56Wm7ZJ7Dh8t9jFTT77SUJqvCppKMM/s320/DSC02683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911467372513282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Logan in his football stance I guess. We made it all the way through the game of flag football this year without Logan throwing punches when people tried to steal his flag thing. ;)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75ou60hCxuxpUIsWYQov7eb8cNpHMazjO-kk9LsmVsXVnhW38EDpW5FNb9N-w_hTV7k79LUdP-ovdCDlf2EdumYSCuIsriH3iIl3-9DtPWCStwIXaIIza1-ITee3PV4xm8GTMHZ8Anew/s1600/DSC02696.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75ou60hCxuxpUIsWYQov7eb8cNpHMazjO-kk9LsmVsXVnhW38EDpW5FNb9N-w_hTV7k79LUdP-ovdCDlf2EdumYSCuIsriH3iIl3-9DtPWCStwIXaIIza1-ITee3PV4xm8GTMHZ8Anew/s320/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474911454934206626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This lady made me laugh. Seriously? Check out that camera! She looked like paparazzi! I half expected to find my kid on the front of a tabloid!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcEerZOUtCFTPpxt-DCcr-FdVQe4jZt1QRjiSSE-EaNfP99vh5hRT1kUico5p2W8jDqHMW76djUO1SBAX7Pwjr6etylKX68GEQT_rBcgOk-fhsEItIJhuUtghOMDY0tM563iZAB2D26M/s1600/DSC02714.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcEerZOUtCFTPpxt-DCcr-FdVQe4jZt1QRjiSSE-EaNfP99vh5hRT1kUico5p2W8jDqHMW76djUO1SBAX7Pwjr6etylKX68GEQT_rBcgOk-fhsEItIJhuUtghOMDY0tM563iZAB2D26M/s320/DSC02714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474902873841612674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Final day - They played a bunch of silly games, played with the parachute (one of the highlights!) and then Lenny the Lion came!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9EOSBYmjMRkYS-IbdoI2KSV-K4OwlFT_RqK2bHUdbln91MK95vwn-SplXbiWHA8AnUM399p7uyCMALNez-bVpjsRZ4QuT7yQHNljsbDZRCsRyILlMQbJZmT6ii-I77M52nLMuTYYWp8/s1600/DSC02719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9EOSBYmjMRkYS-IbdoI2KSV-K4OwlFT_RqK2bHUdbln91MK95vwn-SplXbiWHA8AnUM399p7uyCMALNez-bVpjsRZ4QuT7yQHNljsbDZRCsRyILlMQbJZmT6ii-I77M52nLMuTYYWp8/s320/DSC02719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474902868102130418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Way to go, Logan!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB1OLaJXlHs5B0zAxV3CfFE6wmlW4pm_i0Wu7fj_zVA1LHEBIk47XRDpL9jzZlt9SC2GRxp6EmWIX_d4G9b9B11vwx1pDwJmW8yRUaln_npVKU-xAbWXyXEF-rGIsn6L_gT-lsm5Sv98/s1600/DSC02743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB1OLaJXlHs5B0zAxV3CfFE6wmlW4pm_i0Wu7fj_zVA1LHEBIk47XRDpL9jzZlt9SC2GRxp6EmWIX_d4G9b9B11vwx1pDwJmW8yRUaln_npVKU-xAbWXyXEF-rGIsn6L_gT-lsm5Sv98/s320/DSC02743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474902857728406450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logan's warming up to Lenny. He agreed to take a picture with him as long as he could stay this far away from him!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90GAxQ2Gq2zakDSLrFDYPnb8KGLhReektNfv7qHG1Jrvb5g6K56X2m50Wl3gTebUH9pDc6TvT34WViCP7AR_u8PcqcdOQHX_NNXBeq_HsM1Xt152-3C5Ti1Avr3vy9eRAaUgxgPrdwrs/s1600/DSC02748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90GAxQ2Gq2zakDSLrFDYPnb8KGLhReektNfv7qHG1Jrvb5g6K56X2m50Wl3gTebUH9pDc6TvT34WViCP7AR_u8PcqcdOQHX_NNXBeq_HsM1Xt152-3C5Ti1Avr3vy9eRAaUgxgPrdwrs/s320/DSC02748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474902855220466482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peyton is still very unsure about Lenny the Lion. She would NOT go near him!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqLgQxJblaOQT8sLUsxzWW1Z2p4M6aW2Jnsj6LFeK4XX8afXWen8wROrwLVl73fJusCOCkpzt7_ESQMWKUDm3gGzS2LbFpEksUpOToO7pPcXVeJpmlgHkGqbY24LytH-beY2iSVe_whQ/s1600/DSC02741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqLgQxJblaOQT8sLUsxzWW1Z2p4M6aW2Jnsj6LFeK4XX8afXWen8wROrwLVl73fJusCOCkpzt7_ESQMWKUDm3gGzS2LbFpEksUpOToO7pPcXVeJpmlgHkGqbY24LytH-beY2iSVe_whQ/s320/DSC02741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474902839709919346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was another great year! Go Team Batman!!!</span><br /></span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-88277796556242781832010-05-24T09:47:00.005-06:002010-05-24T10:57:59.691-06:00Seriously???<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">The only thought that came to mind when I looked out the window this morning was, "SERIOUSLY?!?!?"<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLl8C40JD3JR6VPkK07hlqv8jj5E_uu4cs6z8APxixQlZTg8c9pJI_h4SS4YoSX4lqzrPNd6GxRDhruIXMjRjPvpRmEGf_nk2ghsyTueyRnJFoHh7tniNZxufEw2vbgM3VXJ8UhP-AEYY/s1600/DSC00139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLl8C40JD3JR6VPkK07hlqv8jj5E_uu4cs6z8APxixQlZTg8c9pJI_h4SS4YoSX4lqzrPNd6GxRDhruIXMjRjPvpRmEGf_nk2ghsyTueyRnJFoHh7tniNZxufEw2vbgM3VXJ8UhP-AEYY/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864878658984482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">I had been waiting to put out my new summery welcome mat until I was SURE it was done snowing. I finally put it out last Monday because SURELY it had to be done, right? Wrong! It looks a little silly and out of place. Come on, I've lived in Utah all my life.....I really should've expected this.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJLIyw4z6lXr2oXUL4nOxNIArdN7gzBVRzRjVZYLVDeNGDsbiMx6p-Gy29SP8Ko-i9mNlqTtRmvtEJcl09UcViWDq_e3qopxFX1vmBfVPKXp8ezjli6vHrDYG9vp5nj1mX0CtRdhGNbQ/s1600/DSC00142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJLIyw4z6lXr2oXUL4nOxNIArdN7gzBVRzRjVZYLVDeNGDsbiMx6p-Gy29SP8Ko-i9mNlqTtRmvtEJcl09UcViWDq_e3qopxFX1vmBfVPKXp8ezjli6vHrDYG9vp5nj1mX0CtRdhGNbQ/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474881226415041586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">My poor plants and lilies that we planted on Saturday! Why oh why didn't I procrastinate....again?!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8IfC8-k740i75MUy7b6Xy-BahKdIV-jjeTSJoeFrIqbsTV2XLNRWTHcM3-hr0T-PTkSo37b6c9ry9p-0jtVeUoekTrPlbNUa9T6WPHwLUzxZfXCAqg8rwwjod5A6uDyGk9n3P65A32k/s1600/DSC00143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8IfC8-k740i75MUy7b6Xy-BahKdIV-jjeTSJoeFrIqbsTV2XLNRWTHcM3-hr0T-PTkSo37b6c9ry9p-0jtVeUoekTrPlbNUa9T6WPHwLUzxZfXCAqg8rwwjod5A6uDyGk9n3P65A32k/s320/DSC00143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474881238396146738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">September came down this morning wearing a cute little spring outfit. I told her to look outside. She did. She still wanted to wear it. Then she asked me where her black boots were. I had put them away already seeing as how we shouldn't have needed them anymore! I told her it would look kind of silly, but the more I thought about it, it just seemed to fit with the weather! So we went and scrounged up her boots. She left the house looking like a perfect combination of winter and spring, just like it did outside!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAtYHErR0SeSv91vXHpCYeiRaxczoP7UVCGaDRWQ5PTVvIhgg42TZMoc3LLAS8l_enlhBU0xqVW8eEX66KwEodTZD1pNFbg0GvEOucw4HRlMg3S-1ebkU8LfPx1v_XUfgeYkyeJHxSc4/s1600/DSC00137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAtYHErR0SeSv91vXHpCYeiRaxczoP7UVCGaDRWQ5PTVvIhgg42TZMoc3LLAS8l_enlhBU0xqVW8eEX66KwEodTZD1pNFbg0GvEOucw4HRlMg3S-1ebkU8LfPx1v_XUfgeYkyeJHxSc4/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864860128584914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">I guess it will be a pajama day for us. And now maybe I'll finally have a chance to catch up on all my blogging!!! Maybe it will be a good day after all! :)<br /><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-26795627374705525022010-05-11T13:31:00.006-06:002010-05-12T20:54:08.916-06:00ROLLERCOASTER!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I know, I know, it's been a while since I've blogged. I've been meaning to and wanting to. It's been a nagging thought in the back of my head for weeks and weeks. And not in a bad way. I LOVE to blog! I love having something to look back on and remind me of special occasions or random silly happenings. My blog is my journal and without it I'd probably forget so much detail about all of the events and things in my life. Life just gets so busy sometimes, which is exactly WHY I haven't gotten any blogging done the past couple months. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Take a look at this calendar:</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5tBzN_rHoJKPkxvNeGWDMfn1cgFi59ZG3izl-TasaDweOkKc_PpoYf9T20V4J_nMdJVZRT1TzXW3tx5UOtjGk5Izkeg0y3iWPjZ5sqINe8M1QuxzxKlw9-SW6aQ8gTqlXzOLlxoI-14/s1600/DSC00374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5tBzN_rHoJKPkxvNeGWDMfn1cgFi59ZG3izl-TasaDweOkKc_PpoYf9T20V4J_nMdJVZRT1TzXW3tx5UOtjGk5Izkeg0y3iWPjZ5sqINe8M1QuxzxKlw9-SW6aQ8gTqlXzOLlxoI-14/s320/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470106297294300178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why am I complaining about being so busy when the one and only thing on my calendar for last month was Kya's birthday?! I had to laugh when we went to turn the calendar to May and realized that that was the only thing that ever got written down for the entire month of April. In reality we were SO busy that we didn't even have time to ever write anything down!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not only have the past couple months been busy, but they have been such an emotional rollercoaster! I've spent a LOT of time crying the past few weeks, but thank goodness not ALL of it was for bad/sad reasons. There were quite a few really great, happy moments too. It's funny how just when you think things are going great (not perfect, but great) and you're finally on top of things....life has a way of throwing a curve ball at you. I'm trying to do better at rolling with the punches. Many days I just feel punched!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, before I let any more time pass and forget too much, I need to hurry and blog about all of those moments. But just to avoid an anxiety attack from feeling completely overwhelmed (which has been a pretty constant theme lately), I think I'll ease back into things and try to do just a couple posts a day. One of these days I'll be back on top of it. Or, maybe not! And if not, I'll TRY not to guilt myself over it. Because after all, there are more important things in life. Like MAKING the memories that are blog-worthy, but may or may not ever actually make it onto the blog!</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-84150294462433513412010-02-26T12:53:00.005-07:002010-02-26T13:01:01.059-07:00New National Holiday: Crazy Outfit Day<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't remember exactly what it was for, but today at the girls school they had "Crazy Outfit Day". They have been so excited about this day and have had their outfits picked out for a while. This is how they looked when they left this morning:<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWiR3qCP2Tq_rcJbUBXObQKd4VH63bLt-8NEt4MpVUw98LVUW5Cu_tipPjiLshcj2toHctA0plrLNaC8Vcfj-_DiWFVbxAnP9htOgQ-YFc62JfZqzFvcWeR4SNTEVQbFxwY3YHt0xCmo/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWiR3qCP2Tq_rcJbUBXObQKd4VH63bLt-8NEt4MpVUw98LVUW5Cu_tipPjiLshcj2toHctA0plrLNaC8Vcfj-_DiWFVbxAnP9htOgQ-YFc62JfZqzFvcWeR4SNTEVQbFxwY3YHt0xCmo/s320/DSC02474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643574359101266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh567_-sxtmYpyj0kMi7tv480toLzs8d82L4ZutDA7Xj3KcCowWVdr0GSD8_T16BRFx0K-aoPHTSjkBiLX14HA-jOIPKBuAQXfEnXU49Ty3qDHzbQUGKGAyApn-NLRpKQ9JPQz3_N1CjVc/s1600-h/DSC02471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh567_-sxtmYpyj0kMi7tv480toLzs8d82L4ZutDA7Xj3KcCowWVdr0GSD8_T16BRFx0K-aoPHTSjkBiLX14HA-jOIPKBuAQXfEnXU49Ty3qDHzbQUGKGAyApn-NLRpKQ9JPQz3_N1CjVc/s320/DSC02471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643560537643794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhCC6vl2iocoM6sHDkFFR571aL5_I0kzoGrKrD7ErQKVpxuPoXoK4-iFtcRc5weYqNn1Zzlz9dH17As2fPQ5zJGGCxLBuNdSAnlfF9WlFSsZEWto4fB8SC7EeKeBjIcG1RM6Ot0ctICs/s1600-h/DSC02472.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhCC6vl2iocoM6sHDkFFR571aL5_I0kzoGrKrD7ErQKVpxuPoXoK4-iFtcRc5weYqNn1Zzlz9dH17As2fPQ5zJGGCxLBuNdSAnlfF9WlFSsZEWto4fB8SC7EeKeBjIcG1RM6Ot0ctICs/s320/DSC02472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643552011246658" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I love watching my kids get so excited about stuff like this and see how creative they are. They make me laugh!!<br /><br />Note: It's still a little wet outside from the snow yesterday so they actually wore real shoes (mismatched of course), but they took their slippers to change into at school.</span><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-19366539516060070392010-02-14T19:31:00.004-07:002010-02-14T20:11:23.221-07:00Happy Valentine's Day!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Valentine's Day in the Cluff household is not complete without:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjwXy6Lgqe4UCpMF24mgSYLqwisYNRub1y0PIM9lVIhljqLm0lriJ4NYFAqfYG4tBTua_piOqEuu8th-nDi7gDsG958Hb8xXpZZyjUiwfP5HzEcCtHOfuxpzeCbRwX_yHS_O2ob4BtBE/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjwXy6Lgqe4UCpMF24mgSYLqwisYNRub1y0PIM9lVIhljqLm0lriJ4NYFAqfYG4tBTua_piOqEuu8th-nDi7gDsG958Hb8xXpZZyjUiwfP5HzEcCtHOfuxpzeCbRwX_yHS_O2ob4BtBE/s320/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438293252916701586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">and</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKxX6th9bpd-Wb16bcjgvp1q7JdJmHlf3Ft6n-ECK4jGxISgblv182twlfOLNF7xC-LuLHzHbEaWoCRSIb0HaXB2vkgl24mMs59eGo4tLKoTAgOQaqHwg9IdL3NEUI4HazFYP55bcdqY/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKxX6th9bpd-Wb16bcjgvp1q7JdJmHlf3Ft6n-ECK4jGxISgblv182twlfOLNF7xC-LuLHzHbEaWoCRSIb0HaXB2vkgl24mMs59eGo4tLKoTAgOQaqHwg9IdL3NEUI4HazFYP55bcdqY/s320/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438293243599172946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">A new tradition that apparently started though was this:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhJWfLVh6-Kr7YVuWl8Lo7CPuoWINiuj6VLl23Lml_NysoAo111hpWFrldQThRqujQL8xMc5MLvtiMGX_lgrL5WoT3I_7imQpgcAxnrK_Jr1zUYDsgh4Nxy495QcH1wmHKT981YsiXvU/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhJWfLVh6-Kr7YVuWl8Lo7CPuoWINiuj6VLl23Lml_NysoAo111hpWFrldQThRqujQL8xMc5MLvtiMGX_lgrL5WoT3I_7imQpgcAxnrK_Jr1zUYDsgh4Nxy495QcH1wmHKT981YsiXvU/s320/DSC02419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438293237197447858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think it's a Valentine's love fort!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">We had a fun day celebrating Valentine's Day today. This day is an extra special day for Matthew and I. For Valentine's Day back in 1999 my sister and I invited our boyfriends over for dinner at our apartment. Later that night Matthew actually proposed to me. It was a complete shock.....to him and to me. It was not something that he planned. It just felt right and he seized the moment! We had only been dating for 2 weeks! So Valentine's has always been a day that has been that much more special for us. Every year we re-create the meal that I made for Matthew that Valentine's Day 11 years earlier. Over the years the day has evolved into a fun "family" holiday. I love all FIVE of my valentines!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">One last thing I wanted to share....<br />Among the candy that September came home with from her school Valentine party on Friday was one of those typical Necco hearts that said:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlNlTE7pt0HIKdRBdU8HNo9aZ8ve7htGhA9Y7262qAGVPk5Y_63DTQAKKFcUtINZM7cCE6QM6RGiX3pDA5G9p2FzS_eVvVtsAFhhDLRfhz5k5tWCseQPZvl_DJ0PBAlw3vG-F8caSAa8/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlNlTE7pt0HIKdRBdU8HNo9aZ8ve7htGhA9Y7262qAGVPk5Y_63DTQAKKFcUtINZM7cCE6QM6RGiX3pDA5G9p2FzS_eVvVtsAFhhDLRfhz5k5tWCseQPZvl_DJ0PBAlw3vG-F8caSAa8/s320/DSC02454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438292532400669826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The world sure is a different place than when I was bringing home Necco hearts from school Valentine's parties!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hope you all had a fun Valentine's Day and you got to spend it with at least one person you love!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!</span></span><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-37591023623818963642010-02-12T10:30:00.004-07:002010-02-12T10:48:01.097-07:00Haircuts!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">September was in DESPERATE need of a haircut (she had been trying to grow it out, but it wasn't working too well - it was just looking "stringy"), and both Kya and Peyton could use a trim. My friend Katie's daughter, Annie (who is a good friend of Kya's) was wanting her hair cut too. They were out of school last Friday, so we decided to make a GIRLS DAY of it and took them all to get their hair cut. Then we went home and did manicures. What a fun, girly day! I forgot to take before pictures, but here are the afters:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqKyKk98Y5MGhRSe672zWkFTnUChwcNHcYuylegvJ3F25qmQoHrWG_pHVFJPSzkdLpuYqyl4EnxG7T2aZBFfPlvFqr8AjUSw6L63Dka4Mp_CsY6Dscl3LpTny2kyaChS1fzli57S4698/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqKyKk98Y5MGhRSe672zWkFTnUChwcNHcYuylegvJ3F25qmQoHrWG_pHVFJPSzkdLpuYqyl4EnxG7T2aZBFfPlvFqr8AjUSw6L63Dka4Mp_CsY6Dscl3LpTny2kyaChS1fzli57S4698/s320/DSC02362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437412631567773058" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >The girl that did Kya's hair was done before anyone else, so she decided to curl it. I LOVED IT! I wish I could figure out how to do it because it really just gave so much volume to her face. She looked like a completely different person! But alas, I lack skills in the hair department. I've tried and tried to recreate this look with no success. :(<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitARHfGObEKpnUQrB9w7_J2-L6j-5XBy2MRl5NbrvuhOdoUZ7lHri2BDxXE-Ym3vjmaqHBvyQIYNrOXLChvTMbns7MPPRaHzTx5BsdUI1XdLSQbDUzR8FWyyLKIwSCFqlqXxmYTp3AK4w/s1600-h/DSC02363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitARHfGObEKpnUQrB9w7_J2-L6j-5XBy2MRl5NbrvuhOdoUZ7lHri2BDxXE-Ym3vjmaqHBvyQIYNrOXLChvTMbns7MPPRaHzTx5BsdUI1XdLSQbDUzR8FWyyLKIwSCFqlqXxmYTp3AK4w/s320/DSC02363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437412621521414754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">September's was a little shorter than I requested.....but as long as there isn't anything big coming up (and there's not), I'd always rather have them go too short then leave it too long. It's that much longer we get to wait until a haircut is needed! She looks so cute! I've always loved her hair short.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4VWwATs-nWldjVenFf9tsJrvkU9kdnyUDZNOBROF_j1dmxLrKu8FCkV5TURAwUttBw9oqA5kRBeiOruzqaZlrR_QCfWReUhb6nBPmbJQeF_yX_VJ40x1xyiT_9grTY-iFOxOBv8fedc/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4VWwATs-nWldjVenFf9tsJrvkU9kdnyUDZNOBROF_j1dmxLrKu8FCkV5TURAwUttBw9oqA5kRBeiOruzqaZlrR_QCfWReUhb6nBPmbJQeF_yX_VJ40x1xyiT_9grTY-iFOxOBv8fedc/s320/DSC02377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437412613345539810" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This was Peyton's first REAL haircut. It kind of made me sad! I think we cut off the majority of what she had left of her curls. :( All of the girls at the salon thought she was so stinkin cute. I would have to agree! She is so stinkin cute, but man is she hard to get a good picture of! She is one of my favorite subjects to photograph because she is STUNNINGLY beautiful, but I can never get a good shot of her because she's also a complete character!!! I couldn't get her to sit still to get a good shot that would show off her haircut....but as she was running away from me I hurried and snapped one that kind of gives you an idea.<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K4DAiALvfg2_EIjBNH2FsMo4qWFcb4q0kfREDVr7iMQXjSjxcAhZCzGsremS0sNNBsIu-DBUre7yMDwdQrqO1eC27-eOO96DVoZpC0-_8AnjsEYhdn092cfAsZqgo-C__FbAoakgtzM/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K4DAiALvfg2_EIjBNH2FsMo4qWFcb4q0kfREDVr7iMQXjSjxcAhZCzGsremS0sNNBsIu-DBUre7yMDwdQrqO1eC27-eOO96DVoZpC0-_8AnjsEYhdn092cfAsZqgo-C__FbAoakgtzM/s320/DSC02383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437412598637034658" border="0" /></a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-61010854886434348332010-02-03T20:19:00.000-07:002010-02-03T20:34:16.587-07:00Guess who got glasses???<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Doesn't she look so cute and smart?!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSQ1NAHot9DzUeM4NZAhl3dqNC_J0SPiTu6_CpU_w5hGSeutuOpqxlwv1S2dC7rJrUSl0I_Xuf1TybCQdY8QDiz-5r7eDOLmywNDknSZie-C7Bvn0TTSbt4x4x6dkC_TMYBCJ43NLhJU/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSQ1NAHot9DzUeM4NZAhl3dqNC_J0SPiTu6_CpU_w5hGSeutuOpqxlwv1S2dC7rJrUSl0I_Xuf1TybCQdY8QDiz-5r7eDOLmywNDknSZie-C7Bvn0TTSbt4x4x6dkC_TMYBCJ43NLhJU/s320/DSC02123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209866671071442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">We've known for a few months now that September needed glasses because she would squint to see EVERYTHING! But we had to wait until open enrollment with our insurances....and then we still had to wait for January when her coverage would start. This girl was counting down the days til her appointment. She was so excited to get glasses! We found out at the appointment just how desperately this girl needed them. Her vision is 20/200!!! For those who don't understand what that means (I didn't), it means that things the average person can see at 200 feet away September would have to be 20 feet away! Holy crap! The dr. joked that he wasn't sure how she'd made it so far in life. ;) She has had them for two weeks now and still just loves them! Being able to see is really an amazing thing!</span> </div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-39286743732348798652010-02-03T19:35:00.008-07:002010-02-03T20:36:15.453-07:00Christgiving Thankmas!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">We started a tradition with my family last year of celebrating Christmas and Thanksgiving together. We call it "Christgiving Thankmas". We do all the gift giving and the big feast all in one get-together. It's the best of both worlds! Last year we did it in between the two holidays, but because of scheduling conflicts this year we ended up doing it early January. Plus, we have 4 birthdays in my family ranging from 12/28 - 1/26, so we celebrated them too! We did it in Bear Lake again in one of Chuck's and Ginger's cabins just like last year.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">My camera went missing during all of the gift opening so I didn't get any pics of that, darn it! But here a few fun, random snapshots I took:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwh_xq-cAr9v4JhTE4KmmpQcuOsP6MC5_ZIjaelxc7z3CgGfNi3meWPUBNUBF7SjW2G0ow79jLyTM_GssR6xqPl0Z9NLnlhcKLZ5GhvNHsrDMWAsyaxzpx6QoyljDfOyV7up9ev3NMPU/s1600-h/DSC02097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwh_xq-cAr9v4JhTE4KmmpQcuOsP6MC5_ZIjaelxc7z3CgGfNi3meWPUBNUBF7SjW2G0ow79jLyTM_GssR6xqPl0Z9NLnlhcKLZ5GhvNHsrDMWAsyaxzpx6QoyljDfOyV7up9ev3NMPU/s320/DSC02097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434215090341884482" border="0" /></a>Joey, what are you doing???<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68Rutn_ulsbi6Okc_i-qYRV26XAuQDKAsXTyEu1gqSrkKEXd14uogxq49V6V9rrSBp7nNKnmKFL0NWQxqQlGmeXuKdKM2dIuwMc4NR8sqd5zFxZ4qNrq7yD2lmaguQ21jNghNTk_bWmU/s1600-h/DSC02101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68Rutn_ulsbi6Okc_i-qYRV26XAuQDKAsXTyEu1gqSrkKEXd14uogxq49V6V9rrSBp7nNKnmKFL0NWQxqQlGmeXuKdKM2dIuwMc4NR8sqd5zFxZ4qNrq7yD2lmaguQ21jNghNTk_bWmU/s320/DSC02101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434214240452910290" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Kya, Kaylee, and September enjoying looking at the photo books my Mom made.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWtjBeszSxEr6mrC1lzyeD3aN3YCamBYNPF2DapwpQTlj8OddEwWA5oKIqbN2zfyCL1O3NFb9WeOssEfVIS5xQGnivOj53khDaD5ibhN7W8olhjUFEt3-HV6w44JotZtqkd-LtnXuRZE/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWtjBeszSxEr6mrC1lzyeD3aN3YCamBYNPF2DapwpQTlj8OddEwWA5oKIqbN2zfyCL1O3NFb9WeOssEfVIS5xQGnivOj53khDaD5ibhN7W8olhjUFEt3-HV6w44JotZtqkd-LtnXuRZE/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434214232317508082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My Dad wearing the new hoodie and pj bottoms we got him.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfk9AGgffL6NCGDD3M4QzySNhBGDdmyymBKBYoN-F3lItu3012JqgZ3JoGC7oj5bXtOlEdjoSxfQ9AhYAOLzj4xqSnFLykys7S5s40U1pw4AGT_l4iQPQG6hcGB84naH2RE62oukdhyphenhyphenI/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfk9AGgffL6NCGDD3M4QzySNhBGDdmyymBKBYoN-F3lItu3012JqgZ3JoGC7oj5bXtOlEdjoSxfQ9AhYAOLzj4xqSnFLykys7S5s40U1pw4AGT_l4iQPQG6hcGB84naH2RE62oukdhyphenhyphenI/s320/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434214217651417602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Emily showing off her drawing skills.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-eADyFqlZoX5F94Mx8DhW-juxVKBLySH0j2nHQ53lzV7zQMo8ZEd7wNWbKTm-stXaOV8x1GPeuCg_qkmb7PlMf-27UKL0YnWCkoGE-05Q0QzkNFWLjxd85PLtVIbALD_Dm5V0Bv4yUQ/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-eADyFqlZoX5F94Mx8DhW-juxVKBLySH0j2nHQ53lzV7zQMo8ZEd7wNWbKTm-stXaOV8x1GPeuCg_qkmb7PlMf-27UKL0YnWCkoGE-05Q0QzkNFWLjxd85PLtVIbALD_Dm5V0Bv4yUQ/s320/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434214210054583378" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Why is Zenick not happy? Maybe his Dad just gave him VINEGAR to drink! Chuck played a mean trick on him and gave him a cup with vinegar in it that he thought was just water. Poor kid!!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIpghx09zi-4tJRzzssTDHpMFOqKt_MNCyDIWloW3DRZnxhViF7v8UIj9oKXhIrR6NVuOt7ZfGI4d0kxuCalRAqFBIUl5P4iyK0XXpRMwrESu3eIirGkAaeEP8T1gU8P8Q8Kjd2IIry8/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIpghx09zi-4tJRzzssTDHpMFOqKt_MNCyDIWloW3DRZnxhViF7v8UIj9oKXhIrR6NVuOt7ZfGI4d0kxuCalRAqFBIUl5P4iyK0XXpRMwrESu3eIirGkAaeEP8T1gU8P8Q8Kjd2IIry8/s320/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434214202601779234" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Peyton showing off the mess she just made of herself. Who left the red marker out?!?<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi09Gp_JzVqfBLEcNuNCDiBWhHwO9UEsAbfsiK5xtJhDovNwLkMHcVj5y9xfIezIJqZCyrtYp8S8ITOeIcsRog6nrc9k4dW20DSEIZoU2sZcbpp6JlDH2CCkoK8JigjEWp3WPJwM-6uY0/s1600-h/DSC02028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi09Gp_JzVqfBLEcNuNCDiBWhHwO9UEsAbfsiK5xtJhDovNwLkMHcVj5y9xfIezIJqZCyrtYp8S8ITOeIcsRog6nrc9k4dW20DSEIZoU2sZcbpp6JlDH2CCkoK8JigjEWp3WPJwM-6uY0/s320/DSC02028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434218417336306594" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nick brought up his girlfriend, Sami. Last year Joey brought up Emily and 5 months later they got married. We'll see.... :)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJJfwQrekbdGVkmRa6bQlqRDAdvQeL-T-QUDJ31RZhP0J-Q2M3OAl7cJ7SlKUMMbkt_wQYL3pDGutHrineoKQSYqOyCyGQ-TqDwHhuZgs_aYKL-XpFc2PcDT8_6XPjMmk2ACdWCMPyI4/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJJfwQrekbdGVkmRa6bQlqRDAdvQeL-T-QUDJ31RZhP0J-Q2M3OAl7cJ7SlKUMMbkt_wQYL3pDGutHrineoKQSYqOyCyGQ-TqDwHhuZgs_aYKL-XpFc2PcDT8_6XPjMmk2ACdWCMPyI4/s320/DSC02047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216981254736642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Zenick is obsessed with tags!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-XOXusotpbZI9bhSqAw248rLNRMtk8qLk0GEBDS7MfD76WDPazOS3yZZpAam3TPUjTHjLCPCZI9Ygx7cPVwvsftsvLpbBvj8W71iFAvJ7i6kPcv7WYkaM9gO0IW5IkcOMidG6q0x7BQ/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-XOXusotpbZI9bhSqAw248rLNRMtk8qLk0GEBDS7MfD76WDPazOS3yZZpAam3TPUjTHjLCPCZI9Ygx7cPVwvsftsvLpbBvj8W71iFAvJ7i6kPcv7WYkaM9gO0IW5IkcOMidG6q0x7BQ/s320/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216972482160802" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Peyton can touch the ceiling!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVlnqXIbCGIk8ZalpAngdicB8TkSnrRlxRZM1t9uYmmWowjmp15N7ZtmVSQQrG_5SDRFId1iQzqi7Jt9-4wp05OUxYYDKmO7quFOt_NLtujyFXmlftNFud9HGvmct3mTMQ3xGGUABt0E/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVlnqXIbCGIk8ZalpAngdicB8TkSnrRlxRZM1t9uYmmWowjmp15N7ZtmVSQQrG_5SDRFId1iQzqi7Jt9-4wp05OUxYYDKmO7quFOt_NLtujyFXmlftNFud9HGvmct3mTMQ3xGGUABt0E/s320/DSC02051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216965355724610" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nick too! ;)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMBpTxtbmuYT8HzsFT9Uv3ENLDeOvkc-rqTZH8BnPBt6eNEtLVTP8Nlg6hKxvLmJ68BRzhZwK4P_8qIKg2MfPJ6Yy5_1g3AycOyELuh5qKpZQqvh7MkjG7DAU1fU6oRO_-Rv9Ok03x3o/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMBpTxtbmuYT8HzsFT9Uv3ENLDeOvkc-rqTZH8BnPBt6eNEtLVTP8Nlg6hKxvLmJ68BRzhZwK4P_8qIKg2MfPJ6Yy5_1g3AycOyELuh5qKpZQqvh7MkjG7DAU1fU6oRO_-Rv9Ok03x3o/s320/DSC02052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216958464468818" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Bonnie making her famous and delicious egg nog! Yum yum!!!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfc-jj0AQljqXqhQ0FUJdR6nTskhrKR9bbE6pmlFEKnhJh0VkIgCeoqrij5Qf5xwghwYKvqE2agM7Uh54h_uBN-q-VX6Hr2rwptsHJS3Wo5iWy32R3zdJfLD-NCpkhaCiwPmdaHttS7rU/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfc-jj0AQljqXqhQ0FUJdR6nTskhrKR9bbE6pmlFEKnhJh0VkIgCeoqrij5Qf5xwghwYKvqE2agM7Uh54h_uBN-q-VX6Hr2rwptsHJS3Wo5iWy32R3zdJfLD-NCpkhaCiwPmdaHttS7rU/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216949209157842" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I don't remember what was going on here, but apparently Peyton thought it was TOO LOUD and thought she'd help protect the ears of the innocent!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">We brought up our Wii and the new Super Mario Bro's game, which is kind of a throwback to the Super Mario Bros. on the original Nintendo gaming system. It was so much fun to see the little kid come out in everyone......ahhh, childhood memories!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jF5xfWlm1QTUyWPnMDhWAQow1qctOY82tZeAY3S46vjshy3kgbRpoZSuIs4VS8IY9WHeBoJxvvLQYTegNfU84Fd7OeJwIryy0Ek3qSTOMGI4ATfZ9HOATrYfTiX1PqYisBFO-HzDbpo/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jF5xfWlm1QTUyWPnMDhWAQow1qctOY82tZeAY3S46vjshy3kgbRpoZSuIs4VS8IY9WHeBoJxvvLQYTegNfU84Fd7OeJwIryy0Ek3qSTOMGI4ATfZ9HOATrYfTiX1PqYisBFO-HzDbpo/s320/DSC02071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216012249516210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I LOVE everybody's faces! We're all so serious</span>!! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0IjZRhmGvSt_hNRCr_2YNyXDpvzEkAHWv3CLPUPIpZJfEo_n-mmC7oedGXlpqm0PSDbvvDLh3EgDqSbI-he-8u_zUZRWcrS6UoFJVkiPapZ4RDJeZL1LViA35J4IUZ6mhM0UOo6OGJU/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0IjZRhmGvSt_hNRCr_2YNyXDpvzEkAHWv3CLPUPIpZJfEo_n-mmC7oedGXlpqm0PSDbvvDLh3EgDqSbI-he-8u_zUZRWcrS6UoFJVkiPapZ4RDJeZL1LViA35J4IUZ6mhM0UOo6OGJU/s320/DSC02075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434216003412425314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO71OlfjgFPbx-Wvlkgy7eTqLgjyD1Bp0P_f__lFLJsnjy0zIC_6UZW2Rfq_JW6_DmerDtNomKBl6oqeCpYvBy5ujWhbhay7aMGpKfnFqz8LrdfQu0zpbbLMW1Q0yLb18BGED43vF5KCg/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-STJ9lkI9bZKWOz7q4L_zIOoF5hy0ynBC6WBNRhBJLprtfwuX_IWRLljVfZeJC9X-evTeoWRsThDJttv64NDN5WjKXq-ANtYx4qj87eHEVllfJpL6s9cipCGf90XlOG16KnVjKLOo14/s320/DSC02077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434215981794330994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wow, this must have been a really tense moment....</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxKJ7jEx4FrIp18elyZFw-NCRD8Rm79vt79oIMRJCMJRzSmkowcmAH6bWq0SpjeUtdPHJUzxTC1AP6cqo-yDJE05JMHYxhh4edGbOWmDmfeGeujuRhN9zgVWNqqhyphenhyphenPbcHNIT5LnrebmM/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxKJ7jEx4FrIp18elyZFw-NCRD8Rm79vt79oIMRJCMJRzSmkowcmAH6bWq0SpjeUtdPHJUzxTC1AP6cqo-yDJE05JMHYxhh4edGbOWmDmfeGeujuRhN9zgVWNqqhyphenhyphenPbcHNIT5LnrebmM/s320/DSC02090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434215138376338434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not for long...</span> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4hyphenhyphenU4xupUxv-Lsg6vjzUzy24RZRSO870mH6qUM29vuGY2Ly-OiefmIWLlkzbeI7Mn6vuLMYG_NwjOrGKJdTnJ1V-Wr4nhiOZay6O3kspRhlNqqV_kt7MzTwX2NTHhcB7mIYA9e6DqF8/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4hyphenhyphenU4xupUxv-Lsg6vjzUzy24RZRSO870mH6qUM29vuGY2Ly-OiefmIWLlkzbeI7Mn6vuLMYG_NwjOrGKJdTnJ1V-Wr4nhiOZay6O3kspRhlNqqV_kt7MzTwX2NTHhcB7mIYA9e6DqF8/s320/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434215116494568850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">The whole trip was sooooo much fun! Great food, great company, and so many great memories made! Thanks Fam! Can't wait til next year!!<br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-48788364579564563412010-02-03T19:18:00.000-07:002010-02-03T19:18:49.742-07:00Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QPeSFGMCPbOnoLesgO3A83jouRW3CC_ycAqKajwFr0Y7-v3XfqZekUjhd0Ik5tjTSwq_e4OWNk3PoV1vJTyuLGEYLICmaH4fl21fUYe2oIPkqT8pENGUsa2oLq4zseI9GdKByGfGf-E/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QPeSFGMCPbOnoLesgO3A83jouRW3CC_ycAqKajwFr0Y7-v3XfqZekUjhd0Ik5tjTSwq_e4OWNk3PoV1vJTyuLGEYLICmaH4fl21fUYe2oIPkqT8pENGUsa2oLq4zseI9GdKByGfGf-E/s320/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434145823115144626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">For Christmas this year we did things a little differently. We put in a request with the big guy and he came through. Each member of the family got 4 different gifts: something they WANT,</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> something they NEED, something to WEAR, something to READ. Plus, they got a few things in their stocking....some fun, some traditional. I definitely think we've found ourselves a tradition!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> The whole day was great. The kids actually let us sleep in til about 7:30. We opened gifts and took our time. Then we made a big pancake breakfast....another tradition. We all stayed in our pj's all day and just had a nice, laid back day playing with all of the new things we got and spending time as a family. As usual, Matthew's parents came over later in the afternoon and spent time with the kids and let them show off all their new things.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUyfr2w9PTZDh22kCYsOWGaG4_E8bFJXpmVvLgn0MMlOjoGd5eaoSpeZyGO0ZUdZJZ96xokNdR0SuC6fyoGDUh_sLPEKn05474NfIKHU0P7baAwT9BYyza53hcHcGG3pVR7Ay30KKOlM/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUyfr2w9PTZDh22kCYsOWGaG4_E8bFJXpmVvLgn0MMlOjoGd5eaoSpeZyGO0ZUdZJZ96xokNdR0SuC6fyoGDUh_sLPEKn05474NfIKHU0P7baAwT9BYyza53hcHcGG3pVR7Ay30KKOlM/s320/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434202263190353602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's the annual "right before we open gifts" picture!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTYwCSLKWVeUkcO3R1rVhZzVUxw7M6ndIKQ_r373UXO4iifRe0u7OmwXAnwdcsi4Df1-nYBPmR8Hqvm9Afy_m19QWoOn5__doNycirijGjiUiDqbItLJS_gjhBwXHkZkKHVcq0x7f5Ao/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTYwCSLKWVeUkcO3R1rVhZzVUxw7M6ndIKQ_r373UXO4iifRe0u7OmwXAnwdcsi4Df1-nYBPmR8Hqvm9Afy_m19QWoOn5__doNycirijGjiUiDqbItLJS_gjhBwXHkZkKHVcq0x7f5Ao/s320/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434202252393431138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The kids with their stockings.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1tQiTvtRIbxnOQmF2ErR8q9vVvAivR3RMdW89IAIX9Kv_OGXE5CCem6Vn7-pWbO4qNBaOBCmIimXdyvYVLzH0b1JPhCNaik9TWBtYzCfIez-R_0Od4dKv54_3NILNI9GD1Go7ukD_TQ/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1tQiTvtRIbxnOQmF2ErR8q9vVvAivR3RMdW89IAIX9Kv_OGXE5CCem6Vn7-pWbO4qNBaOBCmIimXdyvYVLzH0b1JPhCNaik9TWBtYzCfIez-R_0Od4dKv54_3NILNI9GD1Go7ukD_TQ/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434202246427639426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Q got so excited about all of the wrapping paper! It was like, well....Christmas morning! ;)<br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9fqSdDDkUr7B_wvuFW7Bc42AX2dKCVWUDZvIPTltkJ-_0xEXhXu4RhEBIg_0F0SBIX0QKVCCUCzyNgzUumlf-kPi4uJA9N_vRceMD3EN7AsQ37r9A5RonV7HXNrr489HKUUeeCenKS4/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9fqSdDDkUr7B_wvuFW7Bc42AX2dKCVWUDZvIPTltkJ-_0xEXhXu4RhEBIg_0F0SBIX0QKVCCUCzyNgzUumlf-kPi4uJA9N_vRceMD3EN7AsQ37r9A5RonV7HXNrr489HKUUeeCenKS4/s320/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434202235566377282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logan had a very Wii Christmas. All of his gifts had something to do with the Wii and more specifically the new Super Mario Bros. game. The nunchuk was a bit of a stretch....it fit into his "need" category, but technically he did need one since the first one we had Logan decided to cut in two with a pair of scissors. In his defense, he was only 2 at the time, but we were still very upset.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlhpwxDhETP18_YmusWVDNzqDwKTcnVFDNVBVJjNUKrzsNU5iV9g7HJp5Hyksu-jleN2rUUuXAG_18Uo-jZrUlaW9EYbVT71twGWI01gzaZp3q4SB4rIUYuT3zXS0dCBWEQOYbPdEQ3g/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlhpwxDhETP18_YmusWVDNzqDwKTcnVFDNVBVJjNUKrzsNU5iV9g7HJp5Hyksu-jleN2rUUuXAG_18Uo-jZrUlaW9EYbVT71twGWI01gzaZp3q4SB4rIUYuT3zXS0dCBWEQOYbPdEQ3g/s320/DSC01832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434201392102257426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrrXKFsW5O5w7R8RNFF1UN8VnJZj07VygLdcoqhJS5-90KePAtZBPYOn365WEJc9tZpSKKxj4ZsCTIbnThDS_1_gaNVqFpX_vCqLSwFBnqwOr6KaJxnlNuKLrbn3wtrtXy1vHO79s_PY/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrrXKFsW5O5w7R8RNFF1UN8VnJZj07VygLdcoqhJS5-90KePAtZBPYOn365WEJc9tZpSKKxj4ZsCTIbnThDS_1_gaNVqFpX_vCqLSwFBnqwOr6KaJxnlNuKLrbn3wtrtXy1vHO79s_PY/s320/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434201398061647730" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >September and Kya wearing their new puffer vests.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqr03n0LlGWx0dWc1JPqVkK6xPdwCjOH-g-GVWUqxI7Lb9Bvwq5GXiqZUXH7kD6cYImo6fXxB55xui4UXzc0mZoKE5EVvfRrhtU85fuqkVIfxWzb5NacfU-Z_grhnrI16VTJGO8rMuvD0/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqr03n0LlGWx0dWc1JPqVkK6xPdwCjOH-g-GVWUqxI7Lb9Bvwq5GXiqZUXH7kD6cYImo6fXxB55xui4UXzc0mZoKE5EVvfRrhtU85fuqkVIfxWzb5NacfU-Z_grhnrI16VTJGO8rMuvD0/s320/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434201376578771618" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Rock out, Kya!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBblGa4reQMqIHJUl5rDgzy-H9x_FN4DRtYhPdRPhHZPczXeceMHN1kkMEsb6W5szaw3GzYVXU8N8P0jzqzTUiDHDXOrfWJmnCId4IikqcdJCC5iXSn3Z3y2SSp6gS1mh673GRt07bqMQ/s1600-h/DSC01841.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBblGa4reQMqIHJUl5rDgzy-H9x_FN4DRtYhPdRPhHZPczXeceMHN1kkMEsb6W5szaw3GzYVXU8N8P0jzqzTUiDHDXOrfWJmnCId4IikqcdJCC5iXSn3Z3y2SSp6gS1mh673GRt07bqMQ/s320/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434201368253585538" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >My new camcorder/camera.....but somehow Matthew spent the majority of the day "playing" with it. Hmmmm......<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW22Tvr1M2g3VTwtoU8SZc8R3Ytkspv-V78cPa4gZ6JpIUSAcMRtIRkURVHyiCr8LMJ68thH_oIEsb_oYmHGfhAIK8pLtRAdrKr7oHzjaYMmUxR_oLSFbXLEyK_xcL6LHYe4JhB3h6QKE/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW22Tvr1M2g3VTwtoU8SZc8R3Ytkspv-V78cPa4gZ6JpIUSAcMRtIRkURVHyiCr8LMJ68thH_oIEsb_oYmHGfhAIK8pLtRAdrKr7oHzjaYMmUxR_oLSFbXLEyK_xcL6LHYe4JhB3h6QKE/s320/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434201356427770882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We thought Pey was just snuggling under the tree with Q.....</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nRY6MhYCAWS43yXJ0vrKCqZLAuqkiAXsE9Pv-Tej6Px4OvF6-IC88pf6NOVLTvT539Apol1dGFoWq8-gP4PS1jnJ3eA2BhdFnGuB3DgYmPI-_a5o8RKvY9KxHC9xb3Sb0ybpQSA1oU8/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nRY6MhYCAWS43yXJ0vrKCqZLAuqkiAXsE9Pv-Tej6Px4OvF6-IC88pf6NOVLTvT539Apol1dGFoWq8-gP4PS1jnJ3eA2BhdFnGuB3DgYmPI-_a5o8RKvY9KxHC9xb3Sb0ybpQSA1oU8/s320/DSC01848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200371162390690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nope! The little thief had taken Logan's hot tamales and was trying to hide somewhere so we couldn't see her!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ct6Rgo8DQTnbV7c-dzh-GedawgnQbBhNxXzGoZO6RYQV49hiffOyvbvlrJG0NfxkuXOmOB0vSQNMIeFTeOD4yk-__V4GeG04lPynfNvLDmdffkbwFdQvlRpCrwB_jHU-EQKjtxQPPr0/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ct6Rgo8DQTnbV7c-dzh-GedawgnQbBhNxXzGoZO6RYQV49hiffOyvbvlrJG0NfxkuXOmOB0vSQNMIeFTeOD4yk-__V4GeG04lPynfNvLDmdffkbwFdQvlRpCrwB_jHU-EQKjtxQPPr0/s320/DSC01860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200368802829522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Q loved getting in on all the action.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwYrE6UdfodVxi-RlnnFQUXx7QCgC9A-ZdUEcWU-uGO5XEh02ejyyYXrUSbqNqN_lQR0gekST4CaO0_4oOAGhvvj8NEhmZRt0daRFb6ClYnfKRHm0x8BaqUKNiogIFrfdl8Q0zLPumns/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwYrE6UdfodVxi-RlnnFQUXx7QCgC9A-ZdUEcWU-uGO5XEh02ejyyYXrUSbqNqN_lQR0gekST4CaO0_4oOAGhvvj8NEhmZRt0daRFb6ClYnfKRHm0x8BaqUKNiogIFrfdl8Q0zLPumns/s320/DSC01867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200356012288930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63N-AGXu92yiIYJupjgoyV2CYKM9_Mlq6q9rnWApCKgs0Iqx-qXHsrpJNqDgfDJKU-PHO_QrYDe5fhF_0OWPREehprgT7bbN2G_v6vS6o_i3R4kn_KgE2BLqSiel-QSV0sJsYg6hYJn0/s1600-h/DSC01870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63N-AGXu92yiIYJupjgoyV2CYKM9_Mlq6q9rnWApCKgs0Iqx-qXHsrpJNqDgfDJKU-PHO_QrYDe5fhF_0OWPREehprgT7bbN2G_v6vS6o_i3R4kn_KgE2BLqSiel-QSV0sJsYg6hYJn0/s320/DSC01870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200348079513794" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here's the fam playing the new Super Mario Bros. game. It is sooo much fun!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VVqOLUIMBUu6S0bsdBNTLvBayhz2LCL7GiFE5XRjhE0pTWoUap8JESb_7_hzWBKerwqrJzbvpT1pxAyjQzSsJ4GihgcNnZ6sP10C88zspCT4s0jb9O0qt-TrBwWpR3f9idynNcNiVYE/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VVqOLUIMBUu6S0bsdBNTLvBayhz2LCL7GiFE5XRjhE0pTWoUap8JESb_7_hzWBKerwqrJzbvpT1pxAyjQzSsJ4GihgcNnZ6sP10C88zspCT4s0jb9O0qt-TrBwWpR3f9idynNcNiVYE/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200337176912210" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >While the rest of the family was playing, Peyton was in the kitchen with me helping to make breakfast. She was so cute!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">What a great day! We felt so blessed!!<br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-11956125546864831162010-01-05T21:57:00.004-07:002010-01-05T22:31:00.047-07:00Christmas Eve<span style="font-family: verdana;">On Christmas Eve we always go over to my in-laws and do the big gift exchange with all of his siblings and their families. We were missing Dave and Kenia this year because they were in Miami visiting her parents<br /><br />This year it was I who made the "birthday cake" for Jesus. White cake with homemade peppermint cream cheese frosting.....YUM!!! I love this tradition! And speaking of tradition, my in-laws also gave all of the kids some new pj's (they get double because we always get some for them too), and then we went home and had the traditional "sleepy" hot chocolate. What a fun Christmas Eve!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFewdcH8LVeYgxEezggeS2Zu26_AMdp885VBgIM8Lw8CQbsgn6rs8nMxBVemhP8i9_jyr4E0vbcCZ4AhV_T5GKJRnV25hvDEN79OlHLuv-34GngMqWhMb5QxskkIoAbBfLGCJnk3O1T2k/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFewdcH8LVeYgxEezggeS2Zu26_AMdp885VBgIM8Lw8CQbsgn6rs8nMxBVemhP8i9_jyr4E0vbcCZ4AhV_T5GKJRnV25hvDEN79OlHLuv-34GngMqWhMb5QxskkIoAbBfLGCJnk3O1T2k/s320/DSC01697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490049102200882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Peyton Claus</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA9otb0CJtWSXXWv-Dt3PKNuMzcKtMn2CzfOKZfNBNrseDYK0Lw6_e0JO9uYt6dt7lPgBUKAGSkg0DLLXOBUbs5ZFMLAQWEwDDMqO8mmhTv3ZWVlYA1KJxysRSyZ_li2EKegLylfz3nQ/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA9otb0CJtWSXXWv-Dt3PKNuMzcKtMn2CzfOKZfNBNrseDYK0Lw6_e0JO9uYt6dt7lPgBUKAGSkg0DLLXOBUbs5ZFMLAQWEwDDMqO8mmhTv3ZWVlYA1KJxysRSyZ_li2EKegLylfz3nQ/s320/DSC01704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490042813768802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Peyton opening her Tinkerbell coloring set</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWqxlhm02ozEU6_Zk9b8IsUaxTuBj3osM86P34g0vdw5dAWT7JuJ0xnSRIu2qwQl_VuobOmRAeeGEXq3ggB75O95R2eRBGFABgj7_ZVDsyILxTNql7nQwNzaF96xybwAYrMWgTmgSQi0/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWqxlhm02ozEU6_Zk9b8IsUaxTuBj3osM86P34g0vdw5dAWT7JuJ0xnSRIu2qwQl_VuobOmRAeeGEXq3ggB75O95R2eRBGFABgj7_ZVDsyILxTNql7nQwNzaF96xybwAYrMWgTmgSQi0/s320/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490034763163506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Wow, could he be any giddier?<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjJ_dPCmFbRjevcC-q4vfTVVWFqYOTGA2rA6yZGD5eLYmoh-i68ge-HKSN6D4Ce5ALKOwGyvw-uawfnxznpvUEKqnpmFC9zXJBaSNxBmCiXWFx-eMNTVyVJq_SWRw2yL-BfjfbSWAZDk/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjJ_dPCmFbRjevcC-q4vfTVVWFqYOTGA2rA6yZGD5eLYmoh-i68ge-HKSN6D4Ce5ALKOwGyvw-uawfnxznpvUEKqnpmFC9zXJBaSNxBmCiXWFx-eMNTVyVJq_SWRw2yL-BfjfbSWAZDk/s320/DSC01713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490024678963186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-OSfkjt1LQity4hTORscAMeZEylYbYtGDh3BLmKXSxrVd9EQmsqCl4-EWAL447U1qi4vSZOmvUy2Hcs-vo9bnms3W5YrIhbvJjgQ14uHr5NqBG38WkmY72zFsoDltfY22zfsmuOZ1UA/s1600-h/DSC01716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-OSfkjt1LQity4hTORscAMeZEylYbYtGDh3BLmKXSxrVd9EQmsqCl4-EWAL447U1qi4vSZOmvUy2Hcs-vo9bnms3W5YrIhbvJjgQ14uHr5NqBG38WkmY72zFsoDltfY22zfsmuOZ1UA/s320/DSC01716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490015474733282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBJs0OPSKKlF1NxciM0aaVJSqYBka2MJQIVTIMR8nXJ0i6Hwyn-cq9WjtdT2rys3Wx_PpjnB6N8ZnOsr5YYWlDJ2cp3V8ESCghaHDPpQ7qEao2voypGvN5_-FpjpDug-Rca50z1d6_Ug/s1600-h/DSC01718.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBJs0OPSKKlF1NxciM0aaVJSqYBka2MJQIVTIMR8nXJ0i6Hwyn-cq9WjtdT2rys3Wx_PpjnB6N8ZnOsr5YYWlDJ2cp3V8ESCghaHDPpQ7qEao2voypGvN5_-FpjpDug-Rca50z1d6_Ug/s320/DSC01718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423489073907532306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My gift was in a very oversized package. I totally thought it was a gag gift and that it was going to turn out to be a gift card inside. Turns out I was wrong. It was a very cute metal wall hanging. Now I just need to figure out where to put it....</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAMElu8W1SsW1IqC_V3SIgaRN3UP2L4oFfvejC1W93uhP9hzZhYmbQpk1K8aKuTH77JEXwfCQ2TRcehYYcE9QDPyOi66C0sgbndrHrVLww-hp1zwjm05V0G9C-sSCKVMOhXsfxcbaWXM/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAMElu8W1SsW1IqC_V3SIgaRN3UP2L4oFfvejC1W93uhP9hzZhYmbQpk1K8aKuTH77JEXwfCQ2TRcehYYcE9QDPyOi66C0sgbndrHrVLww-hp1zwjm05V0G9C-sSCKVMOhXsfxcbaWXM/s320/DSC01721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423489065560652882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQJVY-oGIsZZ4vNMk9fvtRiDif-wM9x7p0C5smicU5Wx0-6eJJ2z8-tAObQWhBKsBjlesg9hysBB3PACVzJlNHJ0gQYOg19pnQLEXHXRNHdvfvfzoy_UWxNhF2GdXa-lagmEcB78a2Is/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQJVY-oGIsZZ4vNMk9fvtRiDif-wM9x7p0C5smicU5Wx0-6eJJ2z8-tAObQWhBKsBjlesg9hysBB3PACVzJlNHJ0gQYOg19pnQLEXHXRNHdvfvfzoy_UWxNhF2GdXa-lagmEcB78a2Is/s320/DSC01725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423489054778871922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here are the kids being very goofy posing in their new pj's from Gma and Gpa Cluff<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYncOIvQI-xQDUVvaqk3xcuMRZR_xO23g2ggGwbByI4rCBKzqmZdikzBffcvW0Nt-W18zTi71fAacNTopu9xSMvCxAPEWcGPlVLPuAATtopqNu-u0VjwgfAUbPU6PKKK28234DFR19X3c/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYncOIvQI-xQDUVvaqk3xcuMRZR_xO23g2ggGwbByI4rCBKzqmZdikzBffcvW0Nt-W18zTi71fAacNTopu9xSMvCxAPEWcGPlVLPuAATtopqNu-u0VjwgfAUbPU6PKKK28234DFR19X3c/s320/DSC01732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423489047360581842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The kids enjoyed their "sleepy" hot chocolate....although it looks like it originally had an adverse effect on Logan. <br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcls4t48q9J2PCF33vpIbyf9Kk0fjzVYqBPwGnCq4UvEXL-uEuP6ofYaF-P0abT47gyb-30WQ9El9CM-iqGj0USMTZTLHa7TenZ8bGvzLjik9lvQs3gT5QKsDmRMNFMAq1pbtF9W7i1o/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcls4t48q9J2PCF33vpIbyf9Kk0fjzVYqBPwGnCq4UvEXL-uEuP6ofYaF-P0abT47gyb-30WQ9El9CM-iqGj0USMTZTLHa7TenZ8bGvzLjik9lvQs3gT5QKsDmRMNFMAq1pbtF9W7i1o/s320/DSC01726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423489039061362770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Peyton REALLY enjoyed hers!!!</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-70634200534423259692010-01-05T21:40:00.006-07:002010-01-05T21:55:32.499-07:00Sledding<span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm not really a huge fan of sledding (unless I'm bundled to the extreme!), but my kids LOVE it and are always begging us to take them. So we took them this year. We went up to the golf course right above my parents house and they had the absolute BEST hills! We met my brother, Nick, and his girlfriend, Sami, up there. The kids had a BLAST and did not want to leave. We pretty much had to drag them off the mountain after it started getting dark.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEuCQNvW0x4psFuNl-arz4vVYBPx1GMxUfg7WbzSGCC3hWfJBYUTs3pArt93eOfMKfju1g1YnXBvbcBHGmOIe11_EMa98BfAj7m2wA-4GgsxY1KOB2CtAlcbYmZ7Dn1hRk2O-ZcvECXw/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEuCQNvW0x4psFuNl-arz4vVYBPx1GMxUfg7WbzSGCC3hWfJBYUTs3pArt93eOfMKfju1g1YnXBvbcBHGmOIe11_EMa98BfAj7m2wA-4GgsxY1KOB2CtAlcbYmZ7Dn1hRk2O-ZcvECXw/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483834062893810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were even able to get ME up the mountain with my bum foot. We "waterproofed" it with some grocery bags, and then they hauled me up the mountain on a sled! Originally I didn't want to go up at all, but I really wanted pictures and knew there was no way it would work if I stayed in the car. I would have been too far away. So this worked quite well.</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNEcZC4rzefvR8xwALeq91DrQOAuMiLl5ozW7U9kmL72Ziv4VrIxj5NXLT17D1SbN-wOm6_Ortv7eTh5uOTNf_MscCPc1KJSmITZStAk9uTggW7BDxfipp2qcoOw-tTLX4waQVQ_pszo/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNEcZC4rzefvR8xwALeq91DrQOAuMiLl5ozW7U9kmL72Ziv4VrIxj5NXLT17D1SbN-wOm6_Ortv7eTh5uOTNf_MscCPc1KJSmITZStAk9uTggW7BDxfipp2qcoOw-tTLX4waQVQ_pszo/s320/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483823163517218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xXDe_Sl8IPm8gyDqNMTmgC6K3NhZ6e5Mh5sXUBcgEojL6kveFoZgcNI3iQgdN8mEaHj5enAmrAdW8QrzAL9bZ6pntAIDQC1fYNQD_4yhYpln6_Ml4qeyrlQOAGJM_6iezYwQ0O5-9sU/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xXDe_Sl8IPm8gyDqNMTmgC6K3NhZ6e5Mh5sXUBcgEojL6kveFoZgcNI3iQgdN8mEaHj5enAmrAdW8QrzAL9bZ6pntAIDQC1fYNQD_4yhYpln6_Ml4qeyrlQOAGJM_6iezYwQ0O5-9sU/s320/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483820535912786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQbQmNfjSS8oVKzKMtf14-jlAIahC1LLoY23LGzBD5e-y0hhP8eKPgPCps7SA5W-PADGE1NEmlzoAG-JrA579HQlDha-aqvXkz7_RAW4BY4I7TmrRW6NG9sKP_R1NZFrsq3b9ZWGqI6I/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQbQmNfjSS8oVKzKMtf14-jlAIahC1LLoY23LGzBD5e-y0hhP8eKPgPCps7SA5W-PADGE1NEmlzoAG-JrA579HQlDha-aqvXkz7_RAW4BY4I7TmrRW6NG9sKP_R1NZFrsq3b9ZWGqI6I/s320/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483810543387810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here's my "square" child! She's my own little "Ralphie" from "A Christmas Story"! LOL :)</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxFlN8-pytTHFwQEaUbRAZaSMA5d3HRS9PUL2wi7sn6liKOwHXQSGn8CWKOtosto4vBlgTSIQIb4E_wr-UQh1_j6SFI6EftP9UeC-_oO_XAeB3LSIWNy9TYRnrQ1BL77yc_ER4BSlLiQ/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxFlN8-pytTHFwQEaUbRAZaSMA5d3HRS9PUL2wi7sn6liKOwHXQSGn8CWKOtosto4vBlgTSIQIb4E_wr-UQh1_j6SFI6EftP9UeC-_oO_XAeB3LSIWNy9TYRnrQ1BL77yc_ER4BSlLiQ/s320/DSC01654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483801748680610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUr9KzQ9sURticcifXPljk0ZmxA1VsNyOXODdCqxHcmJJSLMHQ7YLsoiR8IFmyWyL08FSYV5ncf8kMh20PKcLAvXi4GQQsZXm3_-b3vWFjr84UaN2g3OaqiPfabXAOB_S1fx8FIeB8DM/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUr9KzQ9sURticcifXPljk0ZmxA1VsNyOXODdCqxHcmJJSLMHQ7YLsoiR8IFmyWyL08FSYV5ncf8kMh20PKcLAvXi4GQQsZXm3_-b3vWFjr84UaN2g3OaqiPfabXAOB_S1fx8FIeB8DM/s320/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482962453501266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here's Nick sporting his Santa snowsuit. He really is St. Nick! ;) Last year he went skiing in this outfit....complete with beard. No beard this year.....snow sticks to it and freezes his face!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECAOTuZlnkiwoTdAdQUIX-3rQxlWRXJNu2x0-DY3AgwYOVg1kNG4Jd4ZS9-KrD73v0xEWWVsh9w4qiN_1jD1jWGqrqNkw6Py1CfzXGuxwMiYf9D3So0hh-LO064kpUldxjaNQ-x7d76w/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECAOTuZlnkiwoTdAdQUIX-3rQxlWRXJNu2x0-DY3AgwYOVg1kNG4Jd4ZS9-KrD73v0xEWWVsh9w4qiN_1jD1jWGqrqNkw6Py1CfzXGuxwMiYf9D3So0hh-LO064kpUldxjaNQ-x7d76w/s320/DSC01659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482956298562722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logan's cheeks were BRIGHT RED and he looked SOOOOO freezing, but he just kept going and going and going.....</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yO61C4DZQrGVcbmDHcup5WgAUevRBVKY_Gc7VoSYFrtzM1MvhPvBQM_lB_Wvjr8J5di0vxL-pneMwisavfIJqGctVVfAd7rKlqdi6vqqBYpv4QeHlb8NtzUURmlbdv8rVYd10MDJ4R4/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yO61C4DZQrGVcbmDHcup5WgAUevRBVKY_Gc7VoSYFrtzM1MvhPvBQM_lB_Wvjr8J5di0vxL-pneMwisavfIJqGctVVfAd7rKlqdi6vqqBYpv4QeHlb8NtzUURmlbdv8rVYd10MDJ4R4/s320/DSC01673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482947187593362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Could my square child be any cuter?!?</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFPQXGcMLsJLMkiqF-_lrOoYQDMof9UqrcY2WxlbL8fWNfTpG7pCpFOF3_JYlnOUQCHjN7Ik7q3OWfxhWTNxnRhV8FcxCk-HXOgDDOlVgr9QQmpzLMF1AlFP8Lf7EKMj6ihvfN6jOndg/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFPQXGcMLsJLMkiqF-_lrOoYQDMof9UqrcY2WxlbL8fWNfTpG7pCpFOF3_JYlnOUQCHjN7Ik7q3OWfxhWTNxnRhV8FcxCk-HXOgDDOlVgr9QQmpzLMF1AlFP8Lf7EKMj6ihvfN6jOndg/s320/DSC01679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482939652938786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peyton and "St. Nick"</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQ4F1yqORaRGyiY0s6gkIdPGcfjm1jPg0t46xmJZrx4K6lmzxuETX87vLLD2FU7jwPB6blPLDlpeI3zMvlhYYdHIb2EG10BU93M4AsWv-1v6QrpBrVtnz1pilxB-xMG-ljas9qL9tvY4/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQ4F1yqORaRGyiY0s6gkIdPGcfjm1jPg0t46xmJZrx4K6lmzxuETX87vLLD2FU7jwPB6blPLDlpeI3zMvlhYYdHIb2EG10BU93M4AsWv-1v6QrpBrVtnz1pilxB-xMG-ljas9qL9tvY4/s320/DSC01692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482929408090706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >This was one of the views from the area we went to. It was absolutely breathtaking! I don't often find snow beautiful, so this was a big moment for me. ;)<br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-84124127381227690152009-12-31T11:34:00.003-07:002009-12-31T11:49:41.687-07:00Choir concerts<span style="font-family:verdana;">At the beginning of the school year a friend of mine passed on some information about a gospel-oriented youth choir that her daughter had been a part of the year before and was planning on being in during the upcoming year. September and Kya LOVE to sing and it sounded like a great opportunity and it was quite inexpensive compared to most extracurricular things. But money was really tight at the time and I just didn't think we could do it. But they had scholarships available and so I applied for one. They granted us a partial one with the agreement that I would be the "roll taker" for class every week. So we decided to do it and we passed the word around to other friends and September's best friend, Ariel, ended up wanting to do it as well. But they didn't end up getting to be together after all. When I originally called the director to see if it would even be possible for Kya to be in it because she was only 7 and the age requirement was 8, he said he wanted them both to come in and audition so he could hear them and help make the decision whether or not he felt she would be "mature" enough to be a part of it. There are two different choirs: a "prep" choir for kids 8-12, and an auditioned "concert" choir for kids 8-18. Well, their auditions went so well that not only did they make an exception for Kya, but September was invited to be in the concert choir! She was actually a little bummed originally because she wasn't going to be able to be with Ariel, but after reminding her that this wasn't going to be anything that they were really going to be able to interact at anyway and it was such a great opportunity, she was o.k. with it.....nervous but o.k. The first day we went September felt really out of place. She wasn't the youngest, but she was the smallest, especially considering the director had placed her in the Alto section as well which was pretty much entirely teenage girls. At first I didn't know how I felt about this and either did September. Sure, she has a pretty low voice, but just because you sing lower doesn't necessarily mean you're an Alto. But then my mother-in-law had a talk with September about it and suddenly her attitude was, "ANYONE can sing the melody!" Ha ha, I loved it. But it really is true, anyone can pick out the melody, but if you can learn alto then you can obviously sing both parts. So in the end it actually turned out to be something she was very excited about.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have to admit, I am not one who necessarily "loves" listening to choirs and after enrolling them and looking at their schedule and all of the dates they'd be performing, I suddenly wasn't so excited anymore of having to attend concert after concert. But my mind was quickly changed as soon as I heard them singing. From the very first rehearsal I was absolutely blown away! Not only did they just jump right in with some pretty difficult songs (within the first 10 minutes of being there they were singing Handel's "Messiah"!), but they also sounded amazing! Even the prep choir sounded great. I was actually looking forward to their concerts!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXt9BWaIBGLn_S4u9NmurcR93MidVt1qoHPalO6zFzxuyK0WQu6XWU6T4mcBJwnuzNRM6eAYJjWhIuvNGsp2cDZwBUnOIqsTkySwo0knNscpV7ZXZRpPZ_XDwiKjyTveu8AKh0AnFh0M/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXt9BWaIBGLn_S4u9NmurcR93MidVt1qoHPalO6zFzxuyK0WQu6XWU6T4mcBJwnuzNRM6eAYJjWhIuvNGsp2cDZwBUnOIqsTkySwo0knNscpV7ZXZRpPZ_XDwiKjyTveu8AKh0AnFh0M/s320/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417824986184479314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The first opportunity the Concert Choir had to perform was at an Interfaith Celebration at a church here in Lehi. They did really well and afterward the kids enjoyed interacting with the LIVE nativity they had set up outside. I've never seen a live nativity before and at first we didn't think it WAS real, but suddenly the animals started moving! The kids had a blast getting to touch the animals!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZgBNpHhJF83Z5LHRJE_MQ5NrQlMXAnseO95oy2hbotz6FYwJ8O8nWKkmDN5bVjSOpqadKAkVXTLCinTIfTIoKk6u5z8oA6qbitrAZg3JpxjwLvjFMsrrCPq3l_LDUk1LTuyQ3LvICxo/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZgBNpHhJF83Z5LHRJE_MQ5NrQlMXAnseO95oy2hbotz6FYwJ8O8nWKkmDN5bVjSOpqadKAkVXTLCinTIfTIoKk6u5z8oA6qbitrAZg3JpxjwLvjFMsrrCPq3l_LDUk1LTuyQ3LvICxo/s320/DSC01464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417824974764282818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wy77nSsmuYGGi7I0Lu-iPnOoWLPr5-bIfdXWs9SJk_NDLh_59Uaei0BmuAKtjUerNYASyMgd5kFmwp6Jf1uyUYK2EIvQ7GhissO0t4jwrQVK4l2uYW1sn9nx3egU0J1sasyEDSnJ3ZM/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wy77nSsmuYGGi7I0Lu-iPnOoWLPr5-bIfdXWs9SJk_NDLh_59Uaei0BmuAKtjUerNYASyMgd5kFmwp6Jf1uyUYK2EIvQ7GhissO0t4jwrQVK4l2uYW1sn9nx3egU0J1sasyEDSnJ3ZM/s320/DSC01467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417824974362889842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPKR_sczU_OjrkANWQL2gPHjAEtQhrsQG3xMAAqE5fNMc8duBbvHYR6pZNnD1aJgpNrsMEO32d2xE0zlJHAMtgCZShZIDd2guLo_nK2Hh_aRtRlbVbPIr9OyEUf42nrs7kFvXXzGrjU8/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPKR_sczU_OjrkANWQL2gPHjAEtQhrsQG3xMAAqE5fNMc8duBbvHYR6pZNnD1aJgpNrsMEO32d2xE0zlJHAMtgCZShZIDd2guLo_nK2Hh_aRtRlbVbPIr9OyEUf42nrs7kFvXXzGrjU8/s320/DSC01471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417824960990375762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Their next performance (and the one and only one for the prep choir) was held at the Alpine Tabernacle. For their grand entrance they all came walking up through the aisles and from the sides of the stage carrying these fake little candle things. It looked so cool. Logan and Peyton were being very obnoxious and hard to deal with (it had been a long day and Pey had not had a nap), but you could still feel the spirit very strongly from these sweet little spirits!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjDdgF7jxbp0zm-pHdnXDRhJz0azkV4WIWE0mS6TCo70ya_Bz5wLTYt7DDYAAxk-qdzsVB2mtO7XG3RlqOxakloGQ8azmPMkNY6yqrN6PaOA6ZtXtBbb8udML-m1QaKwJewxUinwQhSY/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjDdgF7jxbp0zm-pHdnXDRhJz0azkV4WIWE0mS6TCo70ya_Bz5wLTYt7DDYAAxk-qdzsVB2mtO7XG3RlqOxakloGQ8azmPMkNY6yqrN6PaOA6ZtXtBbb8udML-m1QaKwJewxUinwQhSY/s320/DSC01563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417829941021302386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mX4t8pmqB6eOJNqUzl77wGfyIrZVE6y4K8f4k_yOMEYGk2K04zizZ6WDXKCNTuhNoOB8TWX8JYkYKP-SLVZCOpoju8-WEhVM56ILVKwwqBYY16S9zhKMJYgvAd-Mxj1qEsvE1CFLM-A/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mX4t8pmqB6eOJNqUzl77wGfyIrZVE6y4K8f4k_yOMEYGk2K04zizZ6WDXKCNTuhNoOB8TWX8JYkYKP-SLVZCOpoju8-WEhVM56ILVKwwqBYY16S9zhKMJYgvAd-Mxj1qEsvE1CFLM-A/s320/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417829936787645714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's Kya!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJR8p4YNdHF6-a9PmwSL6NX33ZwVpn2drkUUNnVtlsPHOB0A8eKNksCsxY7LUPzzMq4zBvqll_IeInArvBH0T2IzYi72FaFn_EsY6bcffeuzwRD6c4Gf7JJligR129-FNnP60hah4yqhg/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJR8p4YNdHF6-a9PmwSL6NX33ZwVpn2drkUUNnVtlsPHOB0A8eKNksCsxY7LUPzzMq4zBvqll_IeInArvBH0T2IzYi72FaFn_EsY6bcffeuzwRD6c4Gf7JJligR129-FNnP60hah4yqhg/s320/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417829923639909618" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here's September.....and proof of our "oops"! She got a little confused about what they were supposed to wear. She told me that they were supposed to wear red or black or white. I asked her if she was sure and that it wasn't just for the prep choir who didn't have uniform attire like the concert choir. She was pretty insistent that it was everyone. So she wore her black dress and we arrived to find the rest of the concert choir in their uniform blue skirts and white shirts! Oops! No big deal, right? We didn't think so until the very end when the director had them all stay up on the stage to take a few pictures......that they were going to use to promote their "tour" in the Spring. So now as if she didn't already stand out enough because of how tiny she is, she'll stand out even more. What do you do? ;)<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >The final opportunity we had to watch September perform (for the season) was at a benefit concert with Michael Ballam as the main performer! I completely forgot my camera and was so bummed!! The choir rehearsals are at the American Heritage school, which is a private LDS school (it's across the street from the Mt. Timp temple). Because it's a private school they do different things throughout the year to raise money for the school. Every Christmas they do a big concert thing as one of the means of raising money and for the past couple years they have been fortunate enough to have Michael Ballam come and be the main performer. The choir is an extracurricular thing and is separate from the one at the school, but they were invited to join the school choir, as well as the orchestra, in being a part of this event. </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Originally we didn't plan on going because it was pretty expensive, but then their director announced that they were going to be going on "tour" in the Spring and would need to raise money for it. The kids were given the opportunity to sell tickets to the concert to raise money and all but $5 of the tickets was going to go straight into their account. So we figured that we were going to either have to pay later or pay the extra $5 per ticket and go to the concert.</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > I'm so glad we ended up going! It was an amazing night!! Basically, Michael Ballam gave the history behind many well-known, yet little known about (as far as the meanings and stories behind them), Christmas songs. It was incredible to hear the stories and it gave me a completely different respect and understanding for these beautiful Christmas songs that we nonchalantly sing every year without having a clue what they're about or where they came from. Stephen R. Covey also did some narration throughout the night, and President Uchtdorf and Elder Oaks and their wives were in attendance! The orchestra and the combined choirs sang some songs separately, and some right along with Michael Ballam. So now I can say that my daughter has performed WITH Michael Ballam!!<br /><br />One more cool thing.....at one point during the night the choir had left for a while and would be back at the end. When they came back though, September was missing! I was so scared that something had happened and that she was either sick or hurt. I almost got up to go find out what had happened. But then they did some presentations of some special thank you gifts to the key performers and participants. Suddenly there was MY tiny little daughter up on the stage handing out some of the gifts!<br /><br />The spirit was so strong that night and it is a night I won't soon forget! It definitely put me in the Christmas spirit!!</span><br /></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-11913323250707543572009-12-31T09:49:00.000-07:002009-12-31T10:18:40.573-07:00Riding in a one-horse open sleigh....<span style="font-family: verdana;">My kids love the part of Jingle Bells where it talks about riding in a one-horse open sleigh and have thought it would be a fun thing to do. And this year they got to do just that! There's a bunch of shops up near my parents house that puts on this event every year where some of the shops have little stands out front with goodies that you can go around and snack on. A few of the shops have different special deals going. Some were giving away freebies. Plus, there was Santa.....and even more exciting than Santa.....a horse drawn carriage ride!!! That was the single most thing the kids were looking forward to and indeed it ended up being the highlight of their night! It was a pretty chilly night (it was one of the first big snowfalls of the season), but we all bundled up and had a great time! I think it may be a new tradition!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTFliwKEVEUzqQoU1UHshgT2IGOx4PBnILJSVHkkGwQ1Mw9sbdwwDJybmfYe2H7VWUCRqQB-WWX_jQvQk_6LfyEGxw3lLQT5CVYWQkzpezUH-pQkrPWpO-rXC6GMfjdj6HEDB6cMl0gs/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTFliwKEVEUzqQoU1UHshgT2IGOx4PBnILJSVHkkGwQ1Mw9sbdwwDJybmfYe2H7VWUCRqQB-WWX_jQvQk_6LfyEGxw3lLQT5CVYWQkzpezUH-pQkrPWpO-rXC6GMfjdj6HEDB6cMl0gs/s320/DSC01513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417808776101277154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My Mom carrying around my little Eskimo! Too cute!!</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEtd4f8tjLMLMlLHGBDI4CB4PuBrjABfYq2SB-4MjB5YsEOx1jYP782M5RYQLgptkW0TtRWoHRLMEgRjwpPQh3PDnr4blIzOzHu-klfeLPthu9sD5A9tdr1VARQfDCztxydn6HX1NSKw/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEtd4f8tjLMLMlLHGBDI4CB4PuBrjABfYq2SB-4MjB5YsEOx1jYP782M5RYQLgptkW0TtRWoHRLMEgRjwpPQh3PDnr4blIzOzHu-klfeLPthu9sD5A9tdr1VARQfDCztxydn6HX1NSKw/s320/DSC01518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417808771847483714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOK88GMA9OVqFAj7elGF_nl2GxwGJFfElPJAgbskSgFoaHxGg38uB3bwmETjXu-SkXYdPSPHvufeQ-Pb_6QdOqg8MVtD9Xih2d6w1A-e_-aSt3DXpocGEf5rXsCmFpQrwpxus-t3ZJSZQ/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOK88GMA9OVqFAj7elGF_nl2GxwGJFfElPJAgbskSgFoaHxGg38uB3bwmETjXu-SkXYdPSPHvufeQ-Pb_6QdOqg8MVtD9Xih2d6w1A-e_-aSt3DXpocGEf5rXsCmFpQrwpxus-t3ZJSZQ/s320/DSC01520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417808764287578450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here we are on the carriage ride. I wish we could have gotten a picture with all of us in it, but we had to take a picture of one side and then have them take a picture of our side.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBp020245I6lxtYoNb4VVieBoEUq-iINpnWC8GT_hCNCug7fF_bK3AzBjvkbHdAkvaNaIuzQGc4YvTBeGIBsd_KGd6lD9RKRLqSlL_IwJp1KlflzweA3nDTAhf5s2H_21lo2yTis0EOc/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBp020245I6lxtYoNb4VVieBoEUq-iINpnWC8GT_hCNCug7fF_bK3AzBjvkbHdAkvaNaIuzQGc4YvTBeGIBsd_KGd6lD9RKRLqSlL_IwJp1KlflzweA3nDTAhf5s2H_21lo2yTis0EOc/s320/DSC01522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417785077536831282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Does my face look a bit tan? O.k. it's freakishly tan! There was a salon offering free spray tans for your face. I couldn't pass that one up! It looked ridiculous that night, but it actually looked pretty great the rest of the week. I would totally consider doing it again if it didn't cost an arm and a leg.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF9IfOF9uggAdfh3auF07dgXSMf9Ax_GJNhtFRIF69JGJlnNzW0cpUSITfLTeBhnqb7KVuxQydyBgb7vfC7XiXjqmZ5uhfDnkcGLChDKcsMoBTlzsoWbUeyBoRqaEra5GoiCdQjbxDzs/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF9IfOF9uggAdfh3auF07dgXSMf9Ax_GJNhtFRIF69JGJlnNzW0cpUSITfLTeBhnqb7KVuxQydyBgb7vfC7XiXjqmZ5uhfDnkcGLChDKcsMoBTlzsoWbUeyBoRqaEra5GoiCdQjbxDzs/s320/DSC01529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417785069429669394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here are the kids standing in front of the "our" horse. (There were 2 different carriages.)</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNJMhGIQCwF9ZmUepAWVoSOda8laJOnXXFO8QGAZks-VmMbjMR1Z91Dr_gkb7Mpe_t_7FBQGXTdpmdGsyoxkH10k5V8BbQZB912rCKcaPJneCT-spK8yXUwbIlkUzKcn6UwmVzDYaOdQ/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNJMhGIQCwF9ZmUepAWVoSOda8laJOnXXFO8QGAZks-VmMbjMR1Z91Dr_gkb7Mpe_t_7FBQGXTdpmdGsyoxkH10k5V8BbQZB912rCKcaPJneCT-spK8yXUwbIlkUzKcn6UwmVzDYaOdQ/s320/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417785060800933250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pn08O2Y3y-jEWZ7hcYhOiPzyeXVL4F5XtjW9C9MeutDSPZN2JDYDb2_kg-p7Oe0zGWiHKwmrQ-6g9N6_wu8NqZ2kvKAZT_knWrJVc3BzfaoMHbLrlXvDJ493zFtRunVQEIJZ1OhYOeE/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pn08O2Y3y-jEWZ7hcYhOiPzyeXVL4F5XtjW9C9MeutDSPZN2JDYDb2_kg-p7Oe0zGWiHKwmrQ-6g9N6_wu8NqZ2kvKAZT_knWrJVc3BzfaoMHbLrlXvDJ493zFtRunVQEIJZ1OhYOeE/s320/DSC01531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417785051256344402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >They had these cool little portable fire pits set up every few feet. It gave the place a really cool look and helped keep us warm.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyaBOkGULQgvfLuA5E_f584Z0GVWZZG5eKLcLCdr_QIiwqyGaI-nxUbOgK_qq0O7-zk20zT7YNAiyByMLA3b__YA0T0YqFADugMbvOtG_h9pxFWfUMBNAfkVdpcK_kNqqLFE31ZLN4Wk/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyaBOkGULQgvfLuA5E_f584Z0GVWZZG5eKLcLCdr_QIiwqyGaI-nxUbOgK_qq0O7-zk20zT7YNAiyByMLA3b__YA0T0YqFADugMbvOtG_h9pxFWfUMBNAfkVdpcK_kNqqLFE31ZLN4Wk/s320/DSC01532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417785045635624722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >We went over to the boutique shop that my Mom has some items in. Peyton settled right in to this little rocking chair and found this stuffed animal. <br /></span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-18703535707550708782009-12-31T09:16:00.001-07:002009-12-31T11:42:02.689-07:00Goodbye Pilot.....Hello Armada!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQn27418ipAt6l5ZN-YbSXkpOtMB2effl_ohpNaE0d400-_A-WQ5oD2Sg9u7Fr9fd15kJ1cGau80ArCLJ08mhRZwKpXeAwW2mIZCfRTvbbIOKR2CfrOgbVsRLCMgNCdQH_1fxsKye8CA/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQn27418ipAt6l5ZN-YbSXkpOtMB2effl_ohpNaE0d400-_A-WQ5oD2Sg9u7Fr9fd15kJ1cGau80ArCLJ08mhRZwKpXeAwW2mIZCfRTvbbIOKR2CfrOgbVsRLCMgNCdQH_1fxsKye8CA/s320/DSC01510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417812208954475666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can YOU tell the difference between the top picture and the bottom picture. Because apparently most people can't! :) We replaced the Pilot with an Armada three and half weeks ago....and only a handful of friends and family have even noticed. I guess most people just don't notice cars or deal with them as much as we do. Or maybe people have just lost track of what vehicle we currently have. (After all, this is #16 for us!) And sure, they're both SUV's and they're both silver, but come on people! They're totally different. It's not that I really care that people haven't noticed, I actually think it's kind of funny. It just shows me how different people are. I am just someone who notices things like that pretty easily. Oh well, what other people haven't noticed yet, we certainly have. Like how much more ROOM it has! Don't get me wrong, we LOVED our Pilot. Best car we'd ever had. It was great for hauling kids all over town. But going on vacation....ha! It just did not have much cargo space. And I think the kids were sick of holding all of their own luggage on their laps with them. I'm only half joking. But the Armada has SOOO much more room!!! I was a little nervous that it would feel too big and I'd be scared to drive it, but I actually feel VERY comfortable. It's actually great for little people like me because the foot pedals adjust and come up higher so I don't have to sit really close in order to reach them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was kind of sad to say goodbye to the Pilot. After all, we'd had it for 3 1/2 years, which is a LONG time for us! We'd been back and forth for a while between getting a bigger car (we'd had an Armada in mind for over a year) or just getting a car top carrier to use for vacations. Big problem though, the Pilot didn't have a luggage rack. We've been traveling quite a bit lately and plan on doing a lot more in the coming years, so we started looking more seriously at Armadas. We thought it would be at least another year away before we could afford to do it, but then we saw the beauty in the picture below at an unbelievable price that we just could not pass up. AND it had pretty much everything we were looking for.....not necessarily fancy bells and whistles, but things that were important to us. So even though it's been in the plans for quite a while now, it was still a pretty spontaneous decision. And one that I don't regret one bit!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsNA2M4r8bnZTgoWyTzMISMDA9RhVreUQuIJNDbiWPqOFuEOMohLSUbu0lAhoYECADmp30x5pmddsgMFyCQLIWfP-vPV3okMfClsyhrut2fqz66I8eYNMGA5VjGY711GoXX4b5TdbuJw/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsNA2M4r8bnZTgoWyTzMISMDA9RhVreUQuIJNDbiWPqOFuEOMohLSUbu0lAhoYECADmp30x5pmddsgMFyCQLIWfP-vPV3okMfClsyhrut2fqz66I8eYNMGA5VjGY711GoXX4b5TdbuJw/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417812198979354082" border="0" /></a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-25114537699597078172009-12-22T16:02:00.001-07:002009-12-22T23:36:09.348-07:00A boy and his tree :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBw0CUktl8DPOwODztTfTUovf_2xZCp-0wocwKt1jlkIXWgqwsv04fT7qIfCjg7EOzFi73w9VShQYkxSdzhmgCg-NVTE7d-S0j-V19sRTx7rFjspIeZYm4geeDKOPPE0iMeGa3sWk_kgQ/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBw0CUktl8DPOwODztTfTUovf_2xZCp-0wocwKt1jlkIXWgqwsv04fT7qIfCjg7EOzFi73w9VShQYkxSdzhmgCg-NVTE7d-S0j-V19sRTx7rFjspIeZYm4geeDKOPPE0iMeGa3sWk_kgQ/s320/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417824076454994178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we started decorating for Christmas a few weeks ago we had a little tree that the girls have always used to put in their room. Logan was a little sad that HE didn't have a tree to put in his room, so when we were out shopping a couple days later we saw a tiny little tree that would go perfectly in his room and it was very inexpensive so we bought it. He was SOOOO excited for his very own tree!! Right away he told us that this was a "boy" tree and he felt like it should have a name. So he thought of the best boy name he could think of. He named it "Matthew"! How cute is he?!? A few days later we were reading scriptures and Ember was thumbing through the Bible and asked, "Where's Matthew?".....to which Peyton quickly replied, "He's in Logan's room!"</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-57378556780740110822009-12-22T15:50:00.000-07:002009-12-22T22:52:39.994-07:00Birthday getaway to Midway<span style="font-family:verdana;">For Matthew's birthday this year we decided to go on a quick one-night getaway up to Midway as a family. Our timeshare has a place up there and the kids have been wanting to go up there since we got the timeshare a little over a year ago. It's great because it's so close to home, and yet you still feel like you're "getting away". Plus, it has a pool.....which is one of the main reasons that the kids have been dying to go! It was a total treat for Ember and Kya because we even pulled them out of school to go. They're both doing so well in school, we figured one day couldn't hurt. We went up to Park City the next day and did a little shopping at the outlets. It was a fun, relaxing day!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoMcbe7Qt4f-1XkymQaijSyx-GpiooCAJNcAmRb4fm9p3kgLry7GxEIRAbMK1hBi3EFisG0dGE66vxSfQm8qtfmo3NOVhAeMlrAvcdfLy97-XM_D8yFkLF7t_MBEmVPSGrk1PgyIc8_A/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoMcbe7Qt4f-1XkymQaijSyx-GpiooCAJNcAmRb4fm9p3kgLry7GxEIRAbMK1hBi3EFisG0dGE66vxSfQm8qtfmo3NOVhAeMlrAvcdfLy97-XM_D8yFkLF7t_MBEmVPSGrk1PgyIc8_A/s320/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780347426065810" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here's a picture of the place we stayed. Nothing fancy, but it was nice. I love the whole "Swiss" look of Midway. Even the churches have that "look" to them.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpt3Uu15Wpsn95Yy7T4Uokma_LgkhboJSN-Xokoe1P5eltwvh7dUZnuwoMSrmt8wx5aQPIvskVWu8YQZDENPtto8mVOXkmkmDDRjVub3yn9k7bH2Ys1q8SH0WTD4Vqhs3Ae-pYruhzrM/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpt3Uu15Wpsn95Yy7T4Uokma_LgkhboJSN-Xokoe1P5eltwvh7dUZnuwoMSrmt8wx5aQPIvskVWu8YQZDENPtto8mVOXkmkmDDRjVub3yn9k7bH2Ys1q8SH0WTD4Vqhs3Ae-pYruhzrM/s320/DSC01319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780337644084034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Matthew LOVES Hot Tamales. It's tradition for the kids to always buy them for him for his birthday. This year we went one step further and we bought one for him from EACH of us! They lasted about 3 days! :)</span><br /></span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-90967608779678787172009-12-22T15:35:00.000-07:002009-12-22T23:34:19.984-07:00Piano recitals<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >First of all I would like to say that my mother-in-law is a saint! A few years ago for Christmas my in-laws gave us a keyboard for Christmas as our family gift. Shortly after, my mother-in-law started giving September piano lessons. (As soon as she was reading well enough.) Originally she told us that she could only do it for a short while (just the basics) and then we'd need to find her a real teacher. Well, here we are 4 years later and she is still doing them....along with Kya who started a couple years later. She has done it all for no charge and she has even always provided all of their books as well. AND, most of the time she comes to OUR house for their lessons! Could it get any better??? What an amazing woman she is and I am very lucky to have her as my mother-in-law! September and Kya both are very musically talented and this has really helped cultivate that talent.<br /><br />Once a year or so she even has them do a recital. We just got to enjoy one a few weeks ago. They both did a wonderful job!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bqPMpPN3-N2-G9Z4N116dX-XzOAAnkeMVEvLPIGYX4ThtCbMlneB_9u0Xq9_WupgK8g11-ySKhWWlVkGXJKotjFZIz6MfgX5C4IeLRIxj1UTvtkmuWgsk0oKG7K2GsYhLP6twSJ3cKA/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bqPMpPN3-N2-G9Z4N116dX-XzOAAnkeMVEvLPIGYX4ThtCbMlneB_9u0Xq9_WupgK8g11-ySKhWWlVkGXJKotjFZIz6MfgX5C4IeLRIxj1UTvtkmuWgsk0oKG7K2GsYhLP6twSJ3cKA/s320/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417823287767919522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's Kya doing a duet with my mother-in-law.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zTKR_S7SLUubKgdO6M3DRIIil512UIs9gNwLd1bRLAFMu47NogJQvUTLZtjVXSHds_LyXa57YTNP0o_uylIknSIq-bOBx-qSzP9UJMaGqJ_4kANNq30851pSfty588j-WVVI5nIxlJw/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zTKR_S7SLUubKgdO6M3DRIIil512UIs9gNwLd1bRLAFMu47NogJQvUTLZtjVXSHds_LyXa57YTNP0o_uylIknSIq-bOBx-qSzP9UJMaGqJ_4kANNq30851pSfty588j-WVVI5nIxlJw/s320/DSC01335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417823278332466210" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >September performing one of her pieces.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEclbhd8k_en5AHYsuvOrrjKsRynzFkU0RY8wXewDzcd-Dfq0zh_YGvBM3Laok6OBcrv4KywjgtJSH2At9NByAfaJM7tu8JBD7IVdvTC_jPpygi4Jenn6UkqcsKQlAZP8Y74_-wk51T4/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEclbhd8k_en5AHYsuvOrrjKsRynzFkU0RY8wXewDzcd-Dfq0zh_YGvBM3Laok6OBcrv4KywjgtJSH2At9NByAfaJM7tu8JBD7IVdvTC_jPpygi4Jenn6UkqcsKQlAZP8Y74_-wk51T4/s320/DSC01338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417823270876425474" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >September and Keely (my niece, who she also gives lessons to) doing a duet together. These girls LOVE to play the piano together!<br /></span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-22546251812766272552009-12-22T15:14:00.002-07:002009-12-22T17:40:09.934-07:00Halloween!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Halloween turned out a lot different than planned this year. I had such big plans to do a full "Peter Pan" theme. Peyton is a huge Tinkerbell fan and my Mom happened to find a cute little Tinkerbell costume at a garage sale, so I thought it would be a great idea to kind of build around that. September was going to be Wendy, Kya was going to be Peter Pan (we talked her into being a boy by telling her that in most stage productions it's a girl who plays him), and Logan was going to be Captain Hook. (He's been a pirate twice before and he makes a very cute one!) But I didn't start thinking about everyone elses costumes soon enough, on top of the fact that I ended up with swine flu a week before Halloween, so those plans all had to change at the last minute! My mom to the rescue....again!! She had found a ladybug costume that would fit September (which she actually had already planned on wearing for school since "Wendy" without the rest of the Peter Pan crew would not really look like much of anything). The costume came with its own little tutu thing, but September wanted to wear the one my Mom had made her this summer since it coincidentally was a ladybug themed one. She had even made some cute little ladybug hair things to go with it that would be perfect. Then, that gave me the idea just to have Kya wear the tutu that my Mom had made her and just have her wear her dance leotard underneath paired with her old ballet slippers that actually still fit her and voila....she was a dancer! Then, I borrowed a football player costume from my sweet neighbor friend, Katie, for Logan to wear. It would have been fun for my original idea to have come to fruition....but this was a LOT less work!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Everybody had been sick to one degree or another that week and I had kept September and Kya home from school for a few days. They were very happy to only have slight coughs by Friday because that was the day their school was going to be doing their costume parade and parties. So I let them go....even though I wanted to be selfish and keep my "helpers" home! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47ipr86ho7DLQGBQhq1fqCS-JYW-1pgoytmfs6IyOxpxErY8KNAQ19j9TKMvY3JTyiSoK9QmrSXDDlu-QBY0GbappTUQ8vPpHba4VKDdCNS7rs1Un-EEyhXWz1a9Zf5xtP9U67xUZUTs/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47ipr86ho7DLQGBQhq1fqCS-JYW-1pgoytmfs6IyOxpxErY8KNAQ19j9TKMvY3JTyiSoK9QmrSXDDlu-QBY0GbappTUQ8vPpHba4VKDdCNS7rs1Un-EEyhXWz1a9Zf5xtP9U67xUZUTs/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417772415641740754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CWr0o-mR4luU0nFOW6d9LmjXVmCLJvGzIOpX3SFxKI8YreeMgKJSR355E-MCzXpvgcrvaznjCQYEYTv2KmxBmaiBX2Q0NI7WI9lEh41ObXB3bv7NRGEM4s9j-EDpu_vaUI4NQCIxDuQ/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CWr0o-mR4luU0nFOW6d9LmjXVmCLJvGzIOpX3SFxKI8YreeMgKJSR355E-MCzXpvgcrvaznjCQYEYTv2KmxBmaiBX2Q0NI7WI9lEh41ObXB3bv7NRGEM4s9j-EDpu_vaUI4NQCIxDuQ/s320/DSC01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417772406773718722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1TgmZ99EJTfJO9ug0XHjP_zMrl_3-aBWjgO4Gvacq4wwcAYN0irzXw-suX7kgtaZHvI_Y-cCODe4-YVwUNGBwJ8tlfK0NjUQRMrOU6etlVfoEdmNVMzGvLHK9tNnLPzcPcOW-hMQlM/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1TgmZ99EJTfJO9ug0XHjP_zMrl_3-aBWjgO4Gvacq4wwcAYN0irzXw-suX7kgtaZHvI_Y-cCODe4-YVwUNGBwJ8tlfK0NjUQRMrOU6etlVfoEdmNVMzGvLHK9tNnLPzcPcOW-hMQlM/s320/DSC01240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417772398675574290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dFpGOx5gAqk85lmAjep96PBrQNWc18MMNSY77qsKk64anwv3vs5O_r9I1yx1ldFJWBOeRPg3eKsvj3jVl_b6XQIC112oUzUYChJ8RpIIyDH-LOooC6ja30SUrE-QouIacjb8j1K2Mns/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dFpGOx5gAqk85lmAjep96PBrQNWc18MMNSY77qsKk64anwv3vs5O_r9I1yx1ldFJWBOeRPg3eKsvj3jVl_b6XQIC112oUzUYChJ8RpIIyDH-LOooC6ja30SUrE-QouIacjb8j1K2Mns/s320/DSC01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417772390742346626" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Peyton was still feeling a little sick. You can see it in her eyes. I can't believe I actually got a picture with a happy face and even a smile because she was GRUMPY that day!</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I completely forgot to have her wear her wings until I saw them in my room the next day. Oops! But she is complete with eyes watering, boogers running down her face, and a nice red mark on her forehead from running into something!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSUMs2z_FTji0PViKn3lCHAMrK6HiwXZXJyOREBmOiAuwjBvq2d5bWA72ahb6sjB-lJA9mkG23qtui42kkMIo7rwz2HQcAbBj_BBLON4VYYddx-R6OG4l2qyFqyq4_-wFZDeunvYGHts/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSUMs2z_FTji0PViKn3lCHAMrK6HiwXZXJyOREBmOiAuwjBvq2d5bWA72ahb6sjB-lJA9mkG23qtui42kkMIo7rwz2HQcAbBj_BBLON4VYYddx-R6OG4l2qyFqyq4_-wFZDeunvYGHts/s320/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417772382418491042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XBux8u8asxtlgz17hCWeqRd-EmiOgs4uT63DHC4Tiy8Hv8_smu3IunyHLhQyxtnq9xIVhoe2ms-U7YZPrJyL_bcUlkFf-50KX11_rvjW9qXzQg42tV2V1eB9iah22RcZf-4suUdhhJ8/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7XBux8u8asxtlgz17hCWeqRd-EmiOgs4uT63DHC4Tiy8Hv8_smu3IunyHLhQyxtnq9xIVhoe2ms-U7YZPrJyL_bcUlkFf-50KX11_rvjW9qXzQg42tV2V1eB9iah22RcZf-4suUdhhJ8/s320/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417770923442769250" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >While I was taking the picture I just knew something was missing. Duh, I had forgotten the black marks under his eyes! The only thing I really had to use was make-up, which Logan was a little leery of letting me put on him. Really? He chose that moment to be a "man". He wears tutus and leotards and plays girl things all the time....but suddenly NOW he decides he's too cool for that? I guess being in a football uniform made him feel very manly!!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhWF6eUW5H2z2s7MUmLdzDanFA1htMtNeM4qDXRawMRKp5tQri5rvN0tGySKW7ugreP5J2eNwaT9Lr5yMyY6QQrkxsye0imNGi0XvTkV_aHyGedRIXTE5aLT6ZIlUEhZFMYbR43T_Slg/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhWF6eUW5H2z2s7MUmLdzDanFA1htMtNeM4qDXRawMRKp5tQri5rvN0tGySKW7ugreP5J2eNwaT9Lr5yMyY6QQrkxsye0imNGi0XvTkV_aHyGedRIXTE5aLT6ZIlUEhZFMYbR43T_Slg/s320/DSC01270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417770916238025874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm4cG8C8eglBbMRtwTfQP-nFHy-QI6d7HeLjVRSE57OTgHtYqCdfSpKYrKBSjb9OCq_q1bAbz3b2i69WpScvGdGqoFxo9j0zXP0sft-LZfdgF1FDQ3OnW9E8WxAfUpvW85xSrJQRgYb4/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm4cG8C8eglBbMRtwTfQP-nFHy-QI6d7HeLjVRSE57OTgHtYqCdfSpKYrKBSjb9OCq_q1bAbz3b2i69WpScvGdGqoFxo9j0zXP0sft-LZfdgF1FDQ3OnW9E8WxAfUpvW85xSrJQRgYb4/s320/DSC01279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417770910632963970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peyton getting candy out of her teeth. We were only going to let her have one piece that night since she was sick, but she kept sneaking into the treat bucket while we weren't looking!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_79B1fzvIxBf09BqVWiLeI6soihBMgX7KeMyBzy8ATZpxrYXdIQ0sNSadQjaw4onjeo1UMivTVFd5y_sDK3CI3qd8EV8kOzTUsonBUvr0q1rjDo2n_lxyXfWmaC9pzsgRxRSb-tgClk/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_79B1fzvIxBf09BqVWiLeI6soihBMgX7KeMyBzy8ATZpxrYXdIQ0sNSadQjaw4onjeo1UMivTVFd5y_sDK3CI3qd8EV8kOzTUsonBUvr0q1rjDo2n_lxyXfWmaC9pzsgRxRSb-tgClk/s320/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417770902493865794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logan and Peyton were very sad when they saw September and Kya heading out the door with their friends to go trick-or-treating. We hadn't been planning on taking them out because they were sick, but it broke Matthew's heart to see them all dressed up but not able to go anywhere so he talked me into letting him put their coats on and take them to 2 houses. They ended up going to 4 or 5. They were absolutely thrilled!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYcddPvBeN0aidkfFAE3w1KdEiqIW6FzCTUb1pBmatqaaFHPi4CN88C8S_A3m5VGjoyK_mamfQBGcZ7I8fkNvLImdSrlyzPoP07at4EFBi4MTbCqwmNpEEq_2yyDHlPasyimqKatnrv0/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYcddPvBeN0aidkfFAE3w1KdEiqIW6FzCTUb1pBmatqaaFHPi4CN88C8S_A3m5VGjoyK_mamfQBGcZ7I8fkNvLImdSrlyzPoP07at4EFBi4MTbCqwmNpEEq_2yyDHlPasyimqKatnrv0/s320/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417770892291055634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can you get any cuter than this???</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Even though it was a little disappointing not doing the original costumes I wanted, and not getting to do some of the usual Halloween activities (carving pumpkins, going to the trunk-or-treat, watching the kids costume parade at school), it still turned out to be a fun Halloween for the kids and not much work for me!</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-58725805690324834492009-12-22T14:48:00.000-07:002009-12-22T23:33:39.467-07:00Bear Lake with Merrill's<span style="font-family:verdana;">During Fall Break back in October we went up to my brothers cabin in Bear Lake and spent a few days. The main purpose for the trip was to do a deep cleaning of both of his cabins as a thank you for always letting us come stay in them. We hurried and got most of the cleaning done early on in the trip because Merrill's were going to be coming up and joining us a couple days later.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o55pG_RHir09QZ1Ltnk1XDpnVL_Iq6YHSSj5kPsgNBh6_FPNAgNCeLmwq-Od7awfOFTWlKM6LYxdF0AidNM_cY0dCEKNedUQX6i9GyLcRv3_yfkPbSFDBUOjamXxXwf9r2Gs8ulAb9A/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o55pG_RHir09QZ1Ltnk1XDpnVL_Iq6YHSSj5kPsgNBh6_FPNAgNCeLmwq-Od7awfOFTWlKM6LYxdF0AidNM_cY0dCEKNedUQX6i9GyLcRv3_yfkPbSFDBUOjamXxXwf9r2Gs8ulAb9A/s320/DSC01212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417769645135325298" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Chuck and Ginger stopped by to see us the first night and had just come from a ward Halloween party. Here's Zenick and Zailey dressed up as gnomes! At first I thought they were Hansel and Gretel. Either way they were adorable and hilarious! I couldn't stop looking at them....and laughing. They are too cute!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyj6UvS9tjfjDEIgBaoLHuhf5JpFa5hl1ULkL7UHEMEv4Fp0INMtY7RH9jnkbkBYokcgeG3LWwG0IgsVHe8JHZBWyqw1s30m1AP6gzbF4WLxY3nD3c2tUeV5h2f3UcbQpgTEqmoapkXI/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyj6UvS9tjfjDEIgBaoLHuhf5JpFa5hl1ULkL7UHEMEv4Fp0INMtY7RH9jnkbkBYokcgeG3LWwG0IgsVHe8JHZBWyqw1s30m1AP6gzbF4WLxY3nD3c2tUeV5h2f3UcbQpgTEqmoapkXI/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417768728711195426" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Here's a shot of the sunrise one of the mornings. It is so amazing to see it just coming up over the lake like that.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCnDXZ3WCuo1f6goSolJs94rUZPZXFE0y0frDW7xM4qK2F3jP32srrx1J1IyJlxodCxWEgaVTuSYjF9z90oglBYI_xf5NQs3U99TMpo325eDu2uRKbXEtGe601_b2ZYsVJpY2AQafrGQ/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCnDXZ3WCuo1f6goSolJs94rUZPZXFE0y0frDW7xM4qK2F3jP32srrx1J1IyJlxodCxWEgaVTuSYjF9z90oglBYI_xf5NQs3U99TMpo325eDu2uRKbXEtGe601_b2ZYsVJpY2AQafrGQ/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417768720268516642" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Tate started eating before we said the blessing on the food. It was too much trouble to put the food down so he just left it in his mouth and folded his arms. We all had a good laugh!</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tate and Logan INSISTED on sleeping together on the top bunk (which is only twin size) even though no one was on the bottom (and it's full size). We tried to convince one of them to sleep on the bottom, but everyone knows that the top bunk is the coolest! So we let them. We went in a couple hours later to check on them and found them like this: </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbZkty8xVI8Viw2tJjsLgadg-dJxGCty-06M4hl4xT2M0KLkhH9rWhNYfI59h7LrnrJqh1OEyfMGeGDtk761vuFgI2044ItCH4R8cUngA8MPJYJjyjIh2fP-FeXaviRnWmgiixEdnymY/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbZkty8xVI8Viw2tJjsLgadg-dJxGCty-06M4hl4xT2M0KLkhH9rWhNYfI59h7LrnrJqh1OEyfMGeGDtk761vuFgI2044ItCH4R8cUngA8MPJYJjyjIh2fP-FeXaviRnWmgiixEdnymY/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417768712340636098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXKVV8Vlq7LXxe5grLZrwgn4mjaKqL_Tv8zKsXhjljunxNy68AQ8qEFDmw44Vtbf3jhKpeKqocag_7906cTizDGgsIVPGzrgejHosOZE-n0SkVdZDhYYEU7mPRr5R-KRf9RE9n1skh6k/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXKVV8Vlq7LXxe5grLZrwgn4mjaKqL_Tv8zKsXhjljunxNy68AQ8qEFDmw44Vtbf3jhKpeKqocag_7906cTizDGgsIVPGzrgejHosOZE-n0SkVdZDhYYEU7mPRr5R-KRf9RE9n1skh6k/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417768703650875826" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >We let the kids get in the hot tub.....and they stayed in there for about 3 hours!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeUarcNQYxGc3CCo27IxPF7ZTfwtVm4R-aHv0MlmSzAVZWe5BkL2Y-ehcnWgONLv5xFC1X6JEWpyRWXuk7AYdwTcFJdcZi2gOReWP93vT4hmita_FRYeN-a3JtqXulvfaP5OFIFcIRZM/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeUarcNQYxGc3CCo27IxPF7ZTfwtVm4R-aHv0MlmSzAVZWe5BkL2Y-ehcnWgONLv5xFC1X6JEWpyRWXuk7AYdwTcFJdcZi2gOReWP93vT4hmita_FRYeN-a3JtqXulvfaP5OFIFcIRZM/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417768695821775058" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Kalun enjoying time coloring with the kids. He's just one of the kids! :)</span><br /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-59017674988464488592009-12-22T14:16:00.004-07:002009-12-22T17:40:59.486-07:00Girls weekend!<span style="font-family:verdana;">It was Kristi's big 3-0 a couple months ago and for it she wanted to do a "Girls Weekend Getaway" in Park City. Kalun had rented a condo for Friday night and we had planned on doing some shopping and whatever other fun girl things we could think of. I think I was looking forward to her birthday just as much as she was! Besides the two of us there were three other girls and they were all from her ward. I know Vennessa really well, but I didn't know the other two. You'd think this might have made things a little awkward, but not at all. I actually clicked right away with both of these other girls and together we all had such a fun weekend. Turns out that all FOUR of them were pregnant (all in different stages), but we went the entire weekend without one drop of throw up! Lots of nausea and extreme exhaustion, sure.....but no throw up! Friday night we went to a fun restaurant whose name I have totally spaced otherwise I'd give it a plug because it was great food! We went back to the condo and watched a movie and munched on treats. We brought so many treats, we probably could have gone without dinner and just gone straight to the condo and snacked the night away! </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">As we were settling in to watch the movie we noticed that there was dog hair all over the couch! This was great considering that 3 out of the 5 of us were allergic to dogs! We found this lovely framed piece of info explaining that one of the owners of the condo is a dog trainer and we assume that they occasionally must bring some of the dogs with them when they stay. The dog hair was not funny, but we got quite a laugh at this "custom framed" bit of info:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVbzv3Ut6GH9nuISMykfWUgWU8Ic_q5Yl5gCaDiepWZogcL4MjjHpcg5qvY8ray8sjBXDmCbpkHvh4yOXkwoC6daWuGKz30Q1ufPaOVO2Vo-tNzeSdAKo7rKvfP63d_eKDeqGa8FOaHo/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVbzv3Ut6GH9nuISMykfWUgWU8Ic_q5Yl5gCaDiepWZogcL4MjjHpcg5qvY8ray8sjBXDmCbpkHvh4yOXkwoC6daWuGKz30Q1ufPaOVO2Vo-tNzeSdAKo7rKvfP63d_eKDeqGa8FOaHo/s320/DSC01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400424168307129490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We only made it to midnight til Vennessa and Michelle couldn't hold their eyes open any longer. So Kristi, Brenda, and I took our conversation into one of the bedrooms and continued it til 3 am. We were interrupted at about 1:30 by this.....</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RtNBXRr6mrfNowOLYyPX0EgJU7wGe5FMcczPvc502sDz0zFlrDm6CxYkHKgsLGnvWoQGvvdVYmJHZX3_XmfDW5dNtthQ0CCqbCTYkbUFQ_WCL2vbzI2mKRXbCksONQP9hKTERAagsWk/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RtNBXRr6mrfNowOLYyPX0EgJU7wGe5FMcczPvc502sDz0zFlrDm6CxYkHKgsLGnvWoQGvvdVYmJHZX3_XmfDW5dNtthQ0CCqbCTYkbUFQ_WCL2vbzI2mKRXbCksONQP9hKTERAagsWk/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400424176525931810" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />We were sitting there on the bed when suddenly I thought I felt something crawling on my arm and looked down and sure enough there was a spider crawling along the pillow! All three of us completely overreacted and started screaming. Sorry Vennessa and Michelle! Brenda smashed it on the pillow with a shoe and scooted it into the garbage, but apparently smooshing it on a soft surface didn't kill it completely. We were scared that it would crawl out of the garbage can so brave Brenda tied the top of it and then we pounded it again. It sounds so dumb now, but it was quite dramatic at 1:30 a.m. ;)<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdlCvi6GN69VeOXjtnbm9X1uL9KlSF3uG_CH11PL5DBOhrnE5VHVRJMXulMfjikcz2guYfRvD3J-NQiNjMsVNb0hDw7ykqrGILy8PXJzEo9Z1ORJQQN8lbm0F5swaz2B7Fb2iUF6qQ0PA/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdlCvi6GN69VeOXjtnbm9X1uL9KlSF3uG_CH11PL5DBOhrnE5VHVRJMXulMfjikcz2guYfRvD3J-NQiNjMsVNb0hDw7ykqrGILy8PXJzEo9Z1ORJQQN8lbm0F5swaz2B7Fb2iUF6qQ0PA/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400424161612533458" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">There were pictures of dogs ALL OVER the condo! There were literally about 20-30 pictures! This particular one kept freaking Brenda out! And yet, she ended up being the one to sleep right under it!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4McFPKakd1YfdEZXc9OeKsjqkWTQxw38metEZTCOD-tsWZ4m1JynihpnpCftVvynSEHAGeCOM_mad7ZhpYJ-hD3N4cEuBwcm55FrbN_yXM0j08i8Qc6Jh-mAQmpannlknpD9MM7KzjSM/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4McFPKakd1YfdEZXc9OeKsjqkWTQxw38metEZTCOD-tsWZ4m1JynihpnpCftVvynSEHAGeCOM_mad7ZhpYJ-hD3N4cEuBwcm55FrbN_yXM0j08i8Qc6Jh-mAQmpannlknpD9MM7KzjSM/s320/DSC01089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400424154613959954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vennessa being silly.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgxi1dpuXIrjhe9hZvBYa8wnclATV4bCpKdBgX7K_Gtk8rSWNLCSCFH4gsMMl4Cr9QiDjQZS1TQx2y34w1-bUw5bOMuUXeq8S0IZ1gypjyZkY8gnwBok01Hc3CSxODAP8HDsiR4mLMAA/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgxi1dpuXIrjhe9hZvBYa8wnclATV4bCpKdBgX7K_Gtk8rSWNLCSCFH4gsMMl4Cr9QiDjQZS1TQx2y34w1-bUw5bOMuUXeq8S0IZ1gypjyZkY8gnwBok01Hc3CSxODAP8HDsiR4mLMAA/s320/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400424147314558594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Group picture: Back - Kristi, Venessa, Michelle, Brenda - Me in the front holding the tissues we all got a laugh out of. You can't see too well in the picture, but the cleaning people had done something "fancy" with them, but it really just looked like someone had wadded them up and stuck them in there. So much for fancy!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBk7corHIgBx05p5Kd4_K2_D24pBYlodw0clf7HgZf_sQ_LhexY3HWo1NTzOtHYh92993LKmu7DShtiDoVLmKgFn6eGp2R2Y_i7-tvKbYVCkmVr98bPftjfd4Qs_LznBNhr7iTMJPtXeY/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBk7corHIgBx05p5Kd4_K2_D24pBYlodw0clf7HgZf_sQ_LhexY3HWo1NTzOtHYh92993LKmu7DShtiDoVLmKgFn6eGp2R2Y_i7-tvKbYVCkmVr98bPftjfd4Qs_LznBNhr7iTMJPtXeY/s320/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400423022439373890" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Brenda had made a delicious trifle. We had eaten some on Friday night but there was still quite a bit left so as we were driving to the outlets to go shopping we all got a craving for more and whipped it out and dug in!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Shopping was fun and I actually even found a pair of pants that I loved enough to buy! This is a huge accomplishment for me because I hadn't bought new jeans in over a year, and it's been about three years since I've bought some that I absolutely love.<br /><br />It was such a fun weekend and a great break from the kids! I think every Mom needs one of these every other month or so!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Thanks for having a birthday Kristi and giving us a reason to do it!</span><br /></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-75188026830268928952009-12-21T12:22:00.003-07:002009-12-21T12:48:59.114-07:00My early Christmas present.Here I am 1 1/2 months behind on my blogging again! Day after day I feel guilty that I haven't done better. Then yesterday I was (fortunately and unfortunately) given an opportunity to catch up.<br /><br />Yesterday morning we were racing around (as usual) to get ready for church. We were in an even bigger rush than usual because Matthew and I had forgotten that we had agreed to sub for September's primary class and we didn't have a lesson prepared. In my hurry I ran up the stairs and tripped, coming down on my foot in a very awkward way. I immediately knew this was an injury that I wasn't going to be walking away from. After waiting it out for an hour we decided it would be best to go to the Instacare to get it x-rayed. We called the Primary President and let her know that we weren't going to be able to sub anymore. Bless her heart, she's only been in for about a month and this time of year there are lots of people out of town or sick and I'm sure she already had people calling left and right at the last minute saying they couldn't make it. September and Kya wanted to go to church so we took Logan and Peyton over to my in-laws while we went to the Instacare. The verdict as of yesterday was that it probably wasn't broken and that it was just a really bad sprain or a torn ligament. So they wrapped it and put one of those special cast shoes on. They almost had to use a "pediatric" sized one because of my freakishly small feet! They also gave me crutches and man oh man, do I have sympathy on anyone who has to use those on an extended basis. I've used them for a total of 5 minutes probably and my armpits HURT!!! Then the Instacare called back today and the actual radiologist had taken a look at the x-rays and thinks it's possible that there IS a fracture! The dr. yesterday did say that sometimes a first x-ray won't show a fracture, and then if you do a second x-ray a week or two later that it can show up clear as day. So they told me to keep doing everything they told me yesterday and if it wasn't starting to feel better in a week or so to go back in and get it x-rayed again. So now it's just a waiting game.<br /><br />I'm pretty frustrated by this whole thing because I do NOT have time for this. I am constantly on the go, and even more than usual this time of year! But I'm trying to find the silver lining and I guess this is it. I finally have a reason (well, FORCED to have a reason) to sit back and take things easy and get some things done that don't require movement.....like blogging! I'm choosing to look at it as an early Christmas present.....the gift of time! I surely wouldn't have chosen it to go this way, but I know that the Lord knows best and maybe this is what I need right now. So blogging here I come.....Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-7395356367459976062009-11-04T19:34:00.001-07:002009-11-05T10:57:47.411-07:00New addition to the family.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBbHgtcRbcR0FQrPtTTiflmtYSGc7AM014l9vcP7RD_XPwyGgIRXuU8WmTWKJf3l1u1Ha8pQPtPxoMAfVLpgTu2B4MBiXPjaR-R5EOOlsXmR0ErG8HJmJpAm9DyJQdur2H8PsxiZJhVE/s1600-h/Laura+holding+Q.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBbHgtcRbcR0FQrPtTTiflmtYSGc7AM014l9vcP7RD_XPwyGgIRXuU8WmTWKJf3l1u1Ha8pQPtPxoMAfVLpgTu2B4MBiXPjaR-R5EOOlsXmR0ErG8HJmJpAm9DyJQdur2H8PsxiZJhVE/s320/Laura+holding+Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400415234833446146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last month we went up to my cousin's house in Northern Utah to pick up a piano. It originally belonged to my grandparents on my Dad's side and since there are only 7 grandchildren on that side of the family and none of them were married or had a house of their own at the time that they passed away, there was nowhere for it to go. So my cousin on my Mom's side offered to "store" it at her house.....and that's where it's been the last 12 or so years. We've been dying to get our hands on it for a while now since September and Kya have been taking piano lessons for a few years and for the time being all we had was a keyboard. Things never worked out to go get until.....until last month finally.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">When we got there, this cute itty-bitty kitty greeted us at the door. It was love at first sight! Now you have to understand, I am a cat-lover BUT I am very picky about cats that I like. We've actually had 3 cats since we've been married and long story short, for one reason or another none of them lasted very long. After the last one (about 6 years ago) we had decided for multiple reasons that we would just never do another cat.....or any other pet for that matter. But then I laid eyes on this sweet thing. I loved it and cuddled it while the men got the piano moved into the trailer. My cousin kept telling me I could take it if I wanted and I kept telling her, "No, no, we can't do animals." Then as we were getting ready to leave I was saying my goodbyes and then Matthew said those magical words that I'm sure he has possibly regretted every now and then since....."If you really want her you can have her." Oh crap! I couldn't say no after that! So the next thing I know we were off and there was an itty-bitty kitty on my lap!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">She slept pretty much the whole way home.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQeu7s_lDVrPVegPCRqC5tnqtng4UN_mYvHjbvvQqhsWP_np_ms3lhSTdRuqAb834nIQlJAF4pYvVqsHOEI384qzxvZzI2r8LJxX2yDxrHP_LyfvMLdSidFvjTwn2g3Ujnn2v0v6N6aY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQeu7s_lDVrPVegPCRqC5tnqtng4UN_mYvHjbvvQqhsWP_np_ms3lhSTdRuqAb834nIQlJAF4pYvVqsHOEI384qzxvZzI2r8LJxX2yDxrHP_LyfvMLdSidFvjTwn2g3Ujnn2v0v6N6aY/s320/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400409417188721570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RDjsK5R3NCKBGFoT4A-2HLwdggEzH4uHAt0GaaBDmPCNimcvkfA5xpjeBP8uVw9uBOCDaQpYfsPvVP9D3pavHoXoverteUVCtAUG3HgwJKpbgQ-8xqoW0grm9ZpJycZFBKppAJstiqE/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RDjsK5R3NCKBGFoT4A-2HLwdggEzH4uHAt0GaaBDmPCNimcvkfA5xpjeBP8uVw9uBOCDaQpYfsPvVP9D3pavHoXoverteUVCtAUG3HgwJKpbgQ-8xqoW0grm9ZpJycZFBKppAJstiqE/s320/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400408227079955698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The kids were SOOO excited when they saw her. All of them were really nervous about holding her at first though. I love this picture of Kya "trying" to hold her.....</span></span> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8n6EvnUNopH-doKMZ8LlZ4POd9EyQpf6QzNwL949X9fMUAHnkoOeLRdkwcVpLJpa1y_XcrbIMUZOgebPFLfmXWftbW4f6hU90ZcmA6YyWlmv1456TgiOHuYgf2KCTat469pQorHtqjFk/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8n6EvnUNopH-doKMZ8LlZ4POd9EyQpf6QzNwL949X9fMUAHnkoOeLRdkwcVpLJpa1y_XcrbIMUZOgebPFLfmXWftbW4f6hU90ZcmA6YyWlmv1456TgiOHuYgf2KCTat469pQorHtqjFk/s320/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400408216520895122" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Look how awkward Ember is trying to hold her.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EqOsRg_8ldJDIACKOhggB6v_bLsmSTCdpqsemYclGmKB5YGMjiAWZu264WXJWfg02AjHw_cvu5ZAV9J1V9XF7IvwrBAsGOAoNHAjMHqggFH-MRoWX0TFlkIYQ5nVbZ8cw8XqrpqtT10/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EqOsRg_8ldJDIACKOhggB6v_bLsmSTCdpqsemYclGmKB5YGMjiAWZu264WXJWfg02AjHw_cvu5ZAV9J1V9XF7IvwrBAsGOAoNHAjMHqggFH-MRoWX0TFlkIYQ5nVbZ8cw8XqrpqtT10/s320/DSC01070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400408205784528178" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Could you BE any lazier? Seriously?!?<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruIHPZ94hasiTPvVUHtd2G7D8mPROJa9hooz8P-wMix95Rn4TeBbxfyqXl3f6bDvXk00u9z3FLuaYS03UaN1Pjar4kQ6iWQhBdMahggqHzVAwOVCf5MBwO2OKT9Bjyfi2Kn2N_y0OFXs/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruIHPZ94hasiTPvVUHtd2G7D8mPROJa9hooz8P-wMix95Rn4TeBbxfyqXl3f6bDvXk00u9z3FLuaYS03UaN1Pjar4kQ6iWQhBdMahggqHzVAwOVCf5MBwO2OKT9Bjyfi2Kn2N_y0OFXs/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400408201325311714" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >We named her Q-Tip because as you can see she has a dark tail with a little white tip. Mostly we just call her "Q". We considered a suggestion my friend made to call her "Finch" in homage to our first cat that she is a complete replica of. His name was Atticus from "To Kill a Mockingbird". We considered it for a while, but Q just seemed to fit and the name had already stuck with the kids.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wve3K3Y5islWQtVQrcQrMsXGWoViUHCzj6ykbA3AgLE4wUiXBzNgq_Q1kE3NQ_KlYXPOPpQxLsnTpn4_r4Hs_kTifawALg7BATH5Nxych532O9NR7ToYE8yxAq2MAJLDDhFKdis67gE/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wve3K3Y5islWQtVQrcQrMsXGWoViUHCzj6ykbA3AgLE4wUiXBzNgq_Q1kE3NQ_KlYXPOPpQxLsnTpn4_r4Hs_kTifawALg7BATH5Nxych532O9NR7ToYE8yxAq2MAJLDDhFKdis67gE/s320/DSC01162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400408186437312562" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Logan is often found snuggling with her.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbsKhBZNUjFb4XrM7IyqLvtUivH39yWg3h4o3FWgp5BsJogwliI_39AZ7gQxActcBHD_pJrUfs4c011bKMLjoQjUiXMHg_A3tJRjReVb9AZ6uTY-McYfMfFnCSt8FEtvTdtCHxXfDoAg/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbsKhBZNUjFb4XrM7IyqLvtUivH39yWg3h4o3FWgp5BsJogwliI_39AZ7gQxActcBHD_pJrUfs4c011bKMLjoQjUiXMHg_A3tJRjReVb9AZ6uTY-McYfMfFnCSt8FEtvTdtCHxXfDoAg/s320/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400407069091764450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">She got STUCK jumping down off of Logan!</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uFgo_IepNNjLkxyEagLzG7O0kRwCzOLhvKFIQcctX8x_NRAXSPcjNuz91py9jBWRLt3MPhwsyzBQVEgg3wr_3nBObSokx0Lkq4DSYimsFnJm1fYVI4VapJAPUAKGS84Tx7qOxcSUaX8/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uFgo_IepNNjLkxyEagLzG7O0kRwCzOLhvKFIQcctX8x_NRAXSPcjNuz91py9jBWRLt3MPhwsyzBQVEgg3wr_3nBObSokx0Lkq4DSYimsFnJm1fYVI4VapJAPUAKGS84Tx7qOxcSUaX8/s320/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400407057826207122" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Not joking. It was hilarious!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzmBlnp-HOY4Y8tuZSuKfcGro4LEIlLoa6KJ4-BPhUygMHUtlGsHDolSbJWRuJafCqBx_CyYxOK4rzSKcpfUda81ruM9Gn5W4Apj56JwBlVNE33t7YaxYy6ZPbzqj77bR_v2lSxyMNY8/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzmBlnp-HOY4Y8tuZSuKfcGro4LEIlLoa6KJ4-BPhUygMHUtlGsHDolSbJWRuJafCqBx_CyYxOK4rzSKcpfUda81ruM9Gn5W4Apj56JwBlVNE33t7YaxYy6ZPbzqj77bR_v2lSxyMNY8/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400407052252223442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peyton absolutely ADORES her and the first thing out of her mouth every morning is, "Where's kitty?" So one morning I decided to take her to her. I went in and Peyton had apparently gotten too hot and had undressed herself!</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcDErN6LyQVx7_xu0rmYlNY9RbWc_7v2XBn0OaK6P2x-3WJrysI91ulHZiYIv4NiHGry7gFQk_yhE-pfoGNDTN74kniHYDb3AXFt39bMMbxkZf1wI17EScuoxcLHxwGCuBoswPjdUSzc/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcDErN6LyQVx7_xu0rmYlNY9RbWc_7v2XBn0OaK6P2x-3WJrysI91ulHZiYIv4NiHGry7gFQk_yhE-pfoGNDTN74kniHYDb3AXFt39bMMbxkZf1wI17EScuoxcLHxwGCuBoswPjdUSzc/s320/DSC01209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400407042688176162" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Peyton would hold her non-stop if you let her. She's actually pretty good with her for a 2 year old.....all things considered.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRanEnc5q6Pun6i8S-2xAtYetuDskO0I9ACgvjBR1Ly2Magtrlx-LTiCF6heQ4LwpVHEZMcJkuyBflvAPE8zWoRixd4iyxJC5OHNoZDU7fFvPhK9pXNspae-5xy0HwzHsCxLtRFPSLziw/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRanEnc5q6Pun6i8S-2xAtYetuDskO0I9ACgvjBR1Ly2Magtrlx-LTiCF6heQ4LwpVHEZMcJkuyBflvAPE8zWoRixd4iyxJC5OHNoZDU7fFvPhK9pXNspae-5xy0HwzHsCxLtRFPSLziw/s320/DSC01229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400407031376004178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">So far she has been a GREAT cat. She can be very playful and fun, but she'll also just sit and cuddle with you. I have to admit, life feels a little more complete with a pet!</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727697606247557317.post-30655864659515743852009-11-04T18:58:00.000-07:002009-11-04T19:58:46.339-07:00The fruits/vegetables of my labor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKXrGSQHTxYvSmFv5if5s2bbFDcp5fr8jUYnxzJQgFmtwod6rL9K1TEFZJc_S29AYItA-HPR3pxRl_gkknY1X2lLLXTM4Zlq-J_oOQJNIdegSZXJ02Mc5TosM_RPhgP0Tm8hnTzbRC4Q/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKXrGSQHTxYvSmFv5if5s2bbFDcp5fr8jUYnxzJQgFmtwod6rL9K1TEFZJc_S29AYItA-HPR3pxRl_gkknY1X2lLLXTM4Zlq-J_oOQJNIdegSZXJ02Mc5TosM_RPhgP0Tm8hnTzbRC4Q/s320/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398535590395260258" border="0" /></a>Take your pick on the title of this post. I'm still unsure whether people consider tomatoes a fruit or a vegetable. I'm convinced they are a vegetable, but they do produce seeds.....<br /><br />Either way, these particular tomatoes were very exciting to me because they were from MY VERY OWN GARDEN!!! That's right, I planted a garden this year. O.k. so it only consisted of 3 plants, all of which were tomato, but still a garden nonetheless. I think next year we'll stick to 1 tomato plant and venture out into something else.....carrots maybe? I'm a big tomato-lover, but I think I got more than I bargained for with 3 plants. I was a little overzealous. Give me a break, it was my first garden!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7YCn8IMAAOfgCDF012iO8wMQN3chhnxOKym_vGWc-4rsFB9QJ4tNja4LzwTg3PDDDsp_L3N1TVogWj7M-_nGoiYde1pT0Lpa4nQWvTEWMCehJo4ADIf5p13DmX81ZkfhN71wzQIp97A/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7YCn8IMAAOfgCDF012iO8wMQN3chhnxOKym_vGWc-4rsFB9QJ4tNja4LzwTg3PDDDsp_L3N1TVogWj7M-_nGoiYde1pT0Lpa4nQWvTEWMCehJo4ADIf5p13DmX81ZkfhN71wzQIp97A/s320/DSC00871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398535599141271634" border="0" /></a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194979215087285474noreply@blogger.com0