tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87354622816849245362024-02-06T19:58:11.927-08:00The Darrington HappeningsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-70812351628613688442016-07-09T16:23:00.000-07:002016-07-09T16:23:54.585-07:00footlooseon Friday me and the girls went to footloose at seara shell. it was amazing. one of my fav. actors was ArirelUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-18181670976241021872016-07-03T18:03:00.001-07:002016-07-03T18:11:39.559-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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this is me and my teacher at the end of school. she was one of my favs. <br />
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this is one of my best friends. we are very crazy. one time me and her went to the pool at 7:00-10:00.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-88990118163943396552012-08-09T20:07:00.000-07:002012-08-09T20:07:22.198-07:00FHE ActivityThis past week, Aubree and Sydney have discovered their baby books. They have loved looking through the things I have kept for them. Syd has asked a couple of times why nothing is written in it and I have told her to just be glad she has a book, JC doesn't even have a book. I have a folder that I keep things for them in but poor 3rd child. I thought about buying one but he's already 13 months. I guess I'm a little late.<br />
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So, after seeing how excited they were about reading anything about them as a baby I had an idea for FHE. I was the activity this week. You would think this would be one of the more popular things in our family to plan but actually the prayer is the coveted position because that person gets to conduct as well. The girls love the power of conducting. <br />
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For my activity, I had each person choose a name of a family member from a bowl and then they had to talk about that person while I wrote it down so I could post if here and we could remember something about each person.<br />
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We'll start with Sydney.<br />
<br />Syd had Mom's name.<br />
She had me (Mom). A couple of things Syd loves about Mom is when she lets her have a late night with friends. She also likes when Mom combs her hair (which is surprising because it usually ends up in tears, but I haven't hit her on the head with the brush like my mom did). Sydney also loves when Mom sings and reads stories with her and when they read together.<br />
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Aubree had JC's name.<br />
Aubree likes it when JC plays the Dog xylophone and when he does funny things like bite his bowl so it covers his face. She loves it when JC does something funny and everyone laughs at him and so he does it again, even if we just give him a fake laugh. Aubree likes when she tickles him and he laughs. She also likes hearing him talk in the play microphone and seeing his smiley.<br />
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Dad had Sydney's name.<br />
Dad likes hearing Sydney play pretend upstairs for hours at a time. He likes it when she listens to Mom and Dad. Dad likes to hear Syd and Chloe sing karaoke or when Sydney sings in church, especially Sacrament Meeting. He likes her smile and remembers the day she was born and he got to cut the umbilical cord that was very small.<br />
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JC had Dad's name.<br />
He likes to look like Dad on Sundays with his white shirt and tie. JC loves to see Dad in the morning when he gets him out of his crib. He always gives Dad a big smile to show him how excited he is. He likes to play ball with Dad. JC loves when Dad gives him graham crackers and milk. JC recognizes Scott and loves to be with his Dad. A few weeks ago Scott was teaching Sunday School and JC kept pointing and saying Da Da and wanted to crawl up to him.<br />
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Mom had Aubree's name.<br />
Mom likes playing Skip-bo and dominoes with Aubree. She likes that Aubree is old enough to play games other than Candyland and Chutes and Ladders. Mom likes reading chapter books with Aubree, especially when they snuggle up together. Aubree likes to read all the signs as we drive around now and Mom likes to hear the progress Aubree is making in her reading that way. Mom likes listening to Aubree and Sydney when they are playing together. Lately she hears a lot about Princess Celestia from My Little Ponies and the Last Airbender with Ang.<br />
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Hopefully this will jog our memories in a few years so we an remember was life was like in 2012.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-6058422608130764622012-08-09T19:47:00.000-07:002012-08-09T19:48:08.307-07:00Cheer CampThis is an old post I found but maybe I never posted it because it was in my drafts. Anyway, the date this was written was June 8, 2010.<br />
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We signed Aubree up for Cheer Camp this week so she can follow in her Aunt Heather's footsteps. The camp is run by one of the neighbor girls who charges a few bucks to run the week long camp to earn herself a little money. It's not really a professional camp by any stretch of the imagination.
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The girl running the camp has let the power of being the "coach" go to her head. When Becky went to pick up Aubree on the first day of camp she was able to catch some of the following comments. Keep in mind that the girl has no idea that Becky is off to the side listening to her.
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The girls are all sitting down while the "coach" gives a stern lecture.
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Said in the stern voice of a coach: "You all need to bring treats. There's 11 of you plus two coaches so you have to bring 13 treats." Or "You need to make sure that your hair stays out of your face while doing your routine."
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Plus, my favorite: "Chloe, you need to come prepared to work harder tomorrow."
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Chloe is 3 and is in Syd's Sunbeam class.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-380830152309679482012-08-09T19:45:00.001-07:002012-08-09T19:45:14.112-07:00Life SaverThe older Aub and Syd get the more they tend to fight with each other. They know what buttons to push and how to get on each other's nerves. Despite this, I realized today how much they really do love each other.<br />
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Aubree and Sydney ended up being in the same swim level so they got to be in the same class. They have had so much fun being together in the same class. The other day was "deep end" day where they were going to begin learning to dive. I knew this wouldn't be a problem for Aubree but Syd isn't quite as advanced as Aubree.<br />
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They were each taking turns diving into the 11ft water. Aubree was doing fine and loving it but Syd was a little nervous. On her second dive, she dove in and the teacher wasn't right there to help her back. As Aubree saw this she immediately jumped in to "save" Syd. The teacher saw this and quickly grabbed Syd as Aubree was going under trying to help Sydney.<br />
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All the way home Aubree kept telling me how she would save JC or Sydney if they ever were in trouble in the water. She said all she thought about was helping Syd get back even though it was making her go under. I thought it was very sweet to see how much she really does love her sister even if she does fight with her.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-2835541312774284232012-07-08T19:07:00.002-07:002012-07-08T19:07:36.066-07:00Aubree Has Finished First GradeI can't believe she is old enough to be finsihed with first grade. Aubree has been an excellent student this year and loved school. Here are some of her favorites.<br />
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This is what happens when Scott Babysits....</h2>
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I got home one day and Scott said to me, "Dont' worry, I changed him already." Laughing out loud I told him I couldn't tell. <br />
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This is what happens when Sydney babysits...</h2>
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Poor JC is trapped in laundry basket cage. Syd is having a great time and JC didn't even seem to mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-83736442022063997062012-03-01T21:45:00.004-08:002012-03-01T21:51:19.088-08:00White Elephant Gift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3Khm8P5N2V8BRb7IzvOG4COBOvkbBkQuUYB0TQPZ7eag-tOCeHF-CicpAo88_yXMioTDJ00b-crTbBmhTyGfchkSFxxsmR4oEqgsIOHjL2Nb_87aeHrv3eFnZbg9ndoxwRlACSujKpKe/s1600/P1021846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715172569390358514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3Khm8P5N2V8BRb7IzvOG4COBOvkbBkQuUYB0TQPZ7eag-tOCeHF-CicpAo88_yXMioTDJ00b-crTbBmhTyGfchkSFxxsmR4oEqgsIOHjL2Nb_87aeHrv3eFnZbg9ndoxwRlACSujKpKe/s400/P1021846.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFIomTiQPRzrs8hR4hIvUwHTnKaT4hZQrI9DxMXSvMjOXRwtmDHAcLjXYUo9HWLe9Xcp1B1L7wFcM7NYG-N-wneZzOpmAi60ocMpnvSjK_75j9G8S9FxNA4xZ_JpYfRh7rJS4UBIIv_3Q/s1600/P1021844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715172558688608994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFIomTiQPRzrs8hR4hIvUwHTnKaT4hZQrI9DxMXSvMjOXRwtmDHAcLjXYUo9HWLe9Xcp1B1L7wFcM7NYG-N-wneZzOpmAi60ocMpnvSjK_75j9G8S9FxNA4xZ_JpYfRh7rJS4UBIIv_3Q/s400/P1021844.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmmUqdtliC6gqUGdzE9SMaPGgQ6QoE0py_-IfAU_1SvK8VAT18vguXEuewuicVxv52uF-KdQqw8aY777muI6DGYVyEhcqvYm7-9X5wVBtF68OmM_UTEgwe7kyde2H_5MoifBW34m7_uPF/s1600/P1011839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715172554007882738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmmUqdtliC6gqUGdzE9SMaPGgQ6QoE0py_-IfAU_1SvK8VAT18vguXEuewuicVxv52uF-KdQqw8aY777muI6DGYVyEhcqvYm7-9X5wVBtF68OmM_UTEgwe7kyde2H_5MoifBW34m7_uPF/s400/P1011839.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0FPltxyKblOA4IPcE0n_Jpwj5syLotzN6ophSD7H2Lb9b5kyNP77QIec3lOfNpQ0ZjUuGW-8h870XkzqIfBrX9oNrb1au_RN9aQdVgoHi7wai9TiVLf8Svdlh9NIS3fyswVOEIefwbrn/s1600/P1011837.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715172546550687234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0FPltxyKblOA4IPcE0n_Jpwj5syLotzN6ophSD7H2Lb9b5kyNP77QIec3lOfNpQ0ZjUuGW-8h870XkzqIfBrX9oNrb1au_RN9aQdVgoHi7wai9TiVLf8Svdlh9NIS3fyswVOEIefwbrn/s400/P1011837.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisy1Q8_tAa4CPJvMQCtmyXHbakqo8ERZleUb0-gu0t-cTYsYtYsAvU97DbTyyvhoMVx8IYEkdmTlf7y4BnMZX2EZYweJmH7QNfuAvRnHqRNiwVQYc_CwER-4izbiKN_1kzha9jw5h3Ytb/s1600/P1011835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715172539922494306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisy1Q8_tAa4CPJvMQCtmyXHbakqo8ERZleUb0-gu0t-cTYsYtYsAvU97DbTyyvhoMVx8IYEkdmTlf7y4BnMZX2EZYweJmH7QNfuAvRnHqRNiwVQYc_CwER-4izbiKN_1kzha9jw5h3Ytb/s400/P1011835.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We were all able to enjoy this White Elephant gift. These pics make me laugh.</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-37103378785826536982012-03-01T20:42:00.007-08:002012-03-01T21:33:53.629-08:00Oh Syd<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6wpTc0Jpm-6LTo1FdZZdVSdcE3OV-tuHCmtYP8iakcekfFpnrt4xutxRW_kyVfuhGLFJflFUR3Q5Xl-7tKODlUnCcCVYE13Xmkz2qWpbA6SoJ2jcYLWtUP7qWXbQacIug3IAf7D5NJX6/s1600/P2151956+syd+with+frame.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 323px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715167242253100834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6wpTc0Jpm-6LTo1FdZZdVSdcE3OV-tuHCmtYP8iakcekfFpnrt4xutxRW_kyVfuhGLFJflFUR3Q5Xl-7tKODlUnCcCVYE13Xmkz2qWpbA6SoJ2jcYLWtUP7qWXbQacIug3IAf7D5NJX6/s400/P2151956+syd+with+frame.jpg" /></a><br />Oh Sydney....the things she says and does. Sometimes she just cracks me up. She seems to be in her own little world half the time. The other day after trying to discover where the bad odor was coming from she said,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Mom, I've been wipin' and flushin' today! It's not me you smell."<br /></span><br />That's a big accomplishment for Sydney.<br /><br />It seems whenever Syd has the lesson for FHE she somehow comes up with a theme and starts out pretty good. We usually end up drawing a picture and before we know it we are all playing pretend as she continues to "be the teacher". She can go on and on forever if we let her. She can give a pretty good sermon if you listen long enough. Occasionally you just have to remind her we are real people and not just her imagination.<br /><br />At church Sydney likes to "sing" the hymns in sacrament meeting. She likes me to whisper the words and then she can belt out those hymns....probably a little more "American Idolish" than should be sung in Sacrament Meeting. Last week her rendition of "God Be With You Til We Meet Again" got a few looks from the people around us. After the meeting the nice older man in front of us said he wanted to sit behind Sydney every week so he could listen to her beautiful singing.</div><div><br /> </div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715168522692528834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVteWQ-wdtBRKEsAbJcrPCuzkuoQKZrqlPOJJ7CbUCsQeM6qc-ZxnNWdS52ujN9gooTkQq46KDD78d7IUegmHrOXbDNxz-bQxIcjooV4U-vJD-O3hS3eCpODkvG07peNC48u1XzRuriZ5v/s400/P2151950.jpg" /><br />I keep telling Syd that I will get her some books from the library that she can start reading. We finally went yesterday and she thought she was pretty big as we got home and the reading began. She did really well at sounding out the words. She likes a challenge and will work at something with determination until she figures it out. She has been packing the books around with her all day and has read most of the 10 books.<br /><br />She had the same determination last year when she decided it was time to learn how to ride her bike without training wheels. I tried to help her but I had a hard time keeping up because I was so pregnant with JC. She had to wait for Scott's help. He helped her one time and then I saw her outside by herself working at it until she could ride without training wheels.<br /><br />I love my little Syd!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-62925878381845758642012-02-19T20:56:00.003-08:002012-02-20T15:33:20.717-08:00Syd and her BFF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcoI5kwhZTCnuYjFADEBynO5oQui-WXRdRCNVfuVaehWdS2EHZ6b2M33ZRGINFqShE-hFlst1Z6d6wlHf-cJ4l2gwxaL0h_f1UuN6B2Mow5xpzW0G0aXx-p2h_gyJB_W7gEC0vcrZT_9v/s1600/P2152048+syd+and+chloe+bff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcoI5kwhZTCnuYjFADEBynO5oQui-WXRdRCNVfuVaehWdS2EHZ6b2M33ZRGINFqShE-hFlst1Z6d6wlHf-cJ4l2gwxaL0h_f1UuN6B2Mow5xpzW0G0aXx-p2h_gyJB_W7gEC0vcrZT_9v/s400/P2152048+syd+and+chloe+bff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711077549815596274" /></a><br /><br />Sydney loves her friend Chloe. I don't know where they would be without each other this year. It's nice to have someone to play with almost every day!!<br /><br />When they were playing here the other day Sydney told Chloe to wait for just a second she had something to do. She ran downstairs and wrote the little BFF note on the bottom corner of this picture and gave it to Chloe. I thought it was too cute.<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://rebeccacooper.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v732/rebeccaanncooper/simple_button1_150px-1.jpg"/></a><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-21677306306746663382012-02-19T20:38:00.002-08:002012-02-19T20:44:16.345-08:00The "F" WordAubree came running out of the bathroom the other day yelling,<br /><br />"Sydney said the "F" word, Sydney said the "F" word."<br /><br />I was a little suprised but decided to inquire a little further. I asked Aubree what the "F" word was. She said, "Well, she didn't say the whole "F" word she said, "I just "Far...." "Tooted" in the bath."<br /><br />I was relieved to hear that was the f word they were worried about. Funny kids!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-45995936747660800852012-02-19T20:17:00.003-08:002012-02-19T20:23:16.282-08:002 Years Later...The other day I was at Brittanie's house helping her hang pictures in their home. Brittanie had to go and pick up her daughter from Kindergarten so I was you know, snooping around looking at her books. One caught my eye. It was her blog in book format!!!!<br /><br />That was the reason I started this blog. I wanted to be able to publish my blog so I had a hard copy of everything I posted. Seeing that may have remotivated me to jump back onto the blog band wagon.....actually I think that wagon left and has turned into facebook but I think I'm still a blogger at heart. I don't get on facebook very often.....<br /><br />Thank-you Brittanie for possibly inspiring me to keep a record of my family. We'll see how this goes. I couldn't even remember my blog's name or login info but I eventually figured it out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-44704075305194593692010-03-13T19:34:00.000-08:002010-03-13T20:26:07.231-08:00Is this really happening....<div align="center">I don't know if this is for real or not but I am actually posting something on my blog. I REALLY want to be more consistent.....we'll see if it happens.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, it's a reality. We spent our final day in South Ogden on February 17<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, 2010. It's such an emotional experience to move. I had and still have such mixed feelings about it. It's hard to say good-bye to friends and life in general that is comfortable and going well. It's hard but also exciting to start over.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As we wrapped up our last few days in South Ogden we also spent time in Pleasant Grove getting our house ready to move into. First of all, I thought I could clean my new house in 2 days and be ready to move in......I was wrong. As soon as I started working (with Ann's help) the house grew and grew and grew. After hours of cleaning I hadn't even made a dent. That's when I decided I needed a little more help. I talked Ann, my Mom and Stacie into coming back on Monday to finish the cleaning. After working so hard all day on Monday on this big empty house all I wanted to do was "go home".</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Monday evening back in South Ogden I wondered how I would ever call my new house "home." It's a nice house but it just didn't feel like home.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">On Tuesday the movers showed up and started packing us. I couldn't believe how fast they were. They had the entire house boxed up by about 3 pm. I just asked them to leave our beds with bedding so we could sleep in them that night. On Wednesday the movers loaded everything into the moving truck and I cleaned the house. By about 4 they had it loaded and I had the house cleaned and ready to show for any interested buyers. I was exhausted. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">With tears streaming down my face I closed the door to my home and said good-bye. I cried about for about the first half of the drive to my new house. The thing I was most excited about was I could actually be with Scott every day again. We had an old mattress that we brought the week before so we would have something to sleep on and the girls sleeping bags. We spread out in the master bedroom and spent the night.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The movers showed up bright and early Thursday to unload our stuff. I couldn't believe how many boxes kept coming out of that truck. I thought they would never finish but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eventually</span> they did. I immediately started unpacking the kitchen. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here's Aubree and I after emptying about 2 boxes. The work was just beginning.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448337556532415714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_kmCm0hhVZzw3zBuqpuLxBQINhAKQ9K4ohjJnnXhoULzHpIr8-KDfPfXDJXPLI4jiNREszONa9NEwMH8v28RmTsCwrDwnqQiJqC7-E0E3Uu5k9T1KwsJr3NmxMirGJO87O_US_Le-Zvt/s400/P2181660.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is how we found Sydney. She just couldn't take anymore excitement.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448337571923721874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7E5qpKa547p4TUxvsn2Zj1W3P1tVXLWMED6kisYRbtSC-3F0FJ9_bP8HqgDEKbu7iviggybn2_7E1Gzfiy0_oRXqD0dP8X7nDAjFPB9Fu-Ym-i1IOfq1FKMUiUrvJ6oO9g9nKj_9MHw-x/s400/P2181663.JPG" /></div><p align="center">So, this starts the next chapter in our lives. I loved the previous chapter but can't wait to see what lies ahead.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-23430573634207332532009-10-04T20:45:00.000-07:002009-10-04T21:12:54.511-07:00She's Got Moves...<div><div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958552665718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlS5TWiOvIRuZsH-81kMfImy1C-kspEDHur7gn2w5jXY1NVcieu0KOk5IVnc7mSz069Q_zZOEOk9rnkkHJFkDCI21_-FQ5JUtFTFBjGzGJ1WVvsd5pPpGNwby0cnisOA7YwAj3M1IOqj9/s400/PA039427.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Aubree started AYSO soccer this year and it has been so much fun for me to go and cheer for her. She was a little anxious before the first game and didn't want to leave the house but once she got there she realized she could do.</div><br /><div>She's even pretty good. I think she scored 4 goals her first game. I was proud and yelling and cheering....I just couldn't help myself. I was pretty proud of her. During her second game one of the girls that wasn't there the game before came and pretty much stole the show. I was a little disappointed because no other kid ever really got to touch the ball. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388961175663991570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZCpR8yKnuSTeGeSGFiF_5gtG5nYn1KVgs3pfsFA4apHh2k5R-HSv8sAeZLu3MjGGu3Q4C25zSawP-ivA5IXFxtzxBID8HMrcitnHatK-eWZHDzXGYtpJSIIFY4ypELv4TngEZm5zJadi/s400/PA039423.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>After the second game she asked me if they won and I said yah, your team probably made more goals. I thought she might be disappointed that she never really got to touch the ball but she didn't care as long as they won and she got a cool snack at the end.</div><br /><div>I hoped her next game would be a little better. I tried to tell her to get in there and kick the ball. Well, since the other team only had 2 players we played 2 on 2 so I knew at some point Aubree would get to the ball (at least when the one little girl was sitting out). She was more aggressive and even scored a few goals with the "Star" player. I was proud.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958542476692994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JCg3Z1k8ae2l5R2CkAJwXrRah13k2smynXm-AkmRGAqGh61Qm60mK94-pMxgzBf-jHVE3u4IgdfyFRySRxtLTzaRi_zmaIN63RnbHyDDxyB0z3y48rv7izHT4L1adPoGlBeNAsv0JBEy/s400/PA039401.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>As Aubree was talking to us during one of the breaks, Scott, the wise parent, told Aubree to kick the ball to Addy, a cute little girl who hadn't scored a goal yet this year. Well, believe it or not Aubree actually listened.</div><br /><div>After getting the ball down near the goal she kicked it to her less aggressive teammate and let her kick the ball in the goal. I was really proud of her and a little amazed she actually listened. I think I was more proud of her for helping her teammate out than actually scoring her goals.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963797906699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAwDbhfbeLAq2vyB3Lq7HEu3SMutPQaHL3AI2-NyRoUXj8rr_S8XHfDbJqxcZd3FmvGUWMwJzfFd9kJ01y3j9uSuwvBsokRLx2gr8AddZaYJgbdxNCG2fJViAB0n76RbO4I7cowEPYy2W/s400/PA039434.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>I was shocked as I watched Aubree doing the following moves. I think she must have learned them from Elliot (the 8 year old neighbor) because I don't really know anything about soccer and these looked like real moves to me.<br /><br />GO AUBREE!!!<br /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958537140628482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIdFeE2ZMiMWVYfAn6lpc4w0OEwneDtO5vDFZpaYkDRxPA83ahmNfWqpyc5zYqkCQZ1sAdl77-qGv0xTOcUPbqMxSoK1r-91GO2qGjTxBdL7cd0zK3ebPQpjD1RdbGX5Ty1XFFQJK2pd7/s400/Aub's+moves.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-39226320768689777302009-07-19T20:56:00.001-07:002009-07-19T21:03:14.333-07:00One of my favorites<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgN1XSu9gUb5tMVV_vwfXPWnmHMID08UZhkzoioz2dqJsdHjmjC50-qQos9EN1W8sk6VtyvM9gLDf7cHx6c_qkrTzLT85hCFPMZAd2tEvi8MbcqrP2yabQhjAmyRqbliBFPZU5i7FQJSdl/s1600-h/P6236339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360387741926068066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgN1XSu9gUb5tMVV_vwfXPWnmHMID08UZhkzoioz2dqJsdHjmjC50-qQos9EN1W8sk6VtyvM9gLDf7cHx6c_qkrTzLT85hCFPMZAd2tEvi8MbcqrP2yabQhjAmyRqbliBFPZU5i7FQJSdl/s400/P6236339.JPG" border="0" /></a>This has to be one of my favorites photos lately. Every time I look at it I smile or laugh a little. We went to a 3-D movie a while back and since then Sydney can't see me with my sunglasses on not search the house over for "her glasses". She's been wearing them everywhere. Good times!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-11557626251038904842009-07-19T20:32:00.001-07:002009-07-19T20:53:53.274-07:00Happy Fathers Day<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvysg5keyjJN4amnppZ3gWAtL4pBnvmL8o8cbY7_PAazbbNF252tiQMXC4WBicyUKZekgHcC9aotDAbKWP__dRdxoDpI04XT7LmoISFPssnG0BmI5IEwy9vfTNSydlX7kVes13Urdz7G_c/s1600-h/P6215962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360380569376034498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvysg5keyjJN4amnppZ3gWAtL4pBnvmL8o8cbY7_PAazbbNF252tiQMXC4WBicyUKZekgHcC9aotDAbKWP__dRdxoDpI04XT7LmoISFPssnG0BmI5IEwy9vfTNSydlX7kVes13Urdz7G_c/s400/P6215962.JPG" border="0" /></a>I don't need to say much more than Scott is the best. Aubree and Sydney think the world of him. They love him more than chocolate milk at bedtime. He is such a good dad and cares so much for all of us. A single day doesn't go by that I don't have a moment where I think, I am so glad I married him. He's an incredible, father, husband, provider, spiritual leader along with many other things. I'm glad we have a day to honor him.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Aubree made Scott this special tie at our Primary Activity. Scott wore it with pride to church on Father's Day.</div><br /><div></div><div>I also have an incredible Dad who has always set an example for me. He's a wonderful Grandpa too and my girls adore him. Happy Father's Day Dad!</div><div> </div><div>This picture was taken just a few weeks ago as my dad was irrigating their backyard.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360384907271305394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5uyyLHdI92A0xubCQNY3gD-YRiUK96vc3BR49kL75oviianT5nTs50VPZnVjBBBoX-M1J7Meb1CTDQupwsk9P9Q4yZnny2unpir8Mh15L9pdy7ZLXo1Of7wDy60T6rNRjEkIRg1RfzwM9/s400/P6286712.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-91672974787631578162009-07-19T19:28:00.000-07:002009-07-19T20:26:44.828-07:00Annual Coalville Trip<div align="center">In June we joined Ann and Cody for a day at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Camperworld</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Coalville</span>. Growing up we spent many summer days and nights swimming, camping and enjoying life at this campground. I want my girls to have fond memories from some of the same places I enjoyed as a child. Needless to say this is not Scott's favorite thing...but because he loves me he participates.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">We actually didn't spend the night and Scott was golfing all morning so this was ideal for him. The girls loved it.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">After spending a few hours in the pool Aubree got brave enough to trust her life jacket. She realized she could swim all over the pool, even in the deep parts. It was fun to play with her and watch her confidence grow.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We built a fire and spent a little time around the campfire. Here are a few photos just hanging out.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367173801304402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7KjbGQYGAR2uwwX3l2vlNuge3Oq01dekzFihoMEkDjEv7Zx0FseJmqfg5Hvm3MfdzrugG45Pklue3H4bAYuFLgfMEbO5jRlU02Az3SCqoBo7kCQfLsBkS4BqcefPI-gZmHe1SDTn7mSj/s400/P6195831+fixed.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">It wouldn't be a true camping experience if everyone looked nice and cleaned up.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370390974771874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCT8-JzRoTplXCsjDzC1rrf-qeXezpWTkiBUtId8xa-qg5lw9SVF2ZZMVd0wB2jHuEDrUn4p8kvIemFmgM76pBLT267ODJef4uFi4Lvt55u-nK5JRLmQ9jgy5ngYqZfOh6IVSI95LSaoz/s400/P6195838.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center">I added this one because I loved the lighting.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367186619723058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0iqwVqyVhEiozo93yKBS1-HgzbG_aGR_I3angGP1yWhupR0pEtwYCkqQXOkwCeTMTX4-MWWtTI41X8txGB5wxyRBtcRJXeiXgMraGtMsU54yfKwRP8n9B6zlyh5dzFjIP23h8RQMhhNu/s400/P6195880.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We were able to watch them feed the fish in the little pond in the campground. If you look close you can see the fish jumping to catch the fish.</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368803695121538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TT_myuAcYu97RBqQSku6xkjDstolGYgaVQYKsOX7mhIkRilmlhoM6TSUw62cz4lAYVt5tCBGDHVX7POxjfYSOyyNWZFUso7eU1pK1G-TIqIucHQ52Er_Z19YxtwQWjRDO_Mj_zZtkZek/s400/P6195903+fixed.jpg" border="0" /> Here are the kids around the pond. I'm sure the people fishing weren't appreciating all the noise we were making but it's not the fish were going to eat much after just being fed anyway. Syd and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Aub</span> were "shaking their booties" here.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368808764667938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZOEBe3hxatL3sFPCEaO7U2GziYywpqPSf4bqkO3aWFjieU_mzEt3wWkhikcclI9kKGMrSUZFCX6RTRzmFA9Y6nXDjNiCDi2vYCZiViK8NXEH3aFIHRS0_0r9SMvo5iMYl4Niql5jD3Pl8/s400/P6195931+fixed.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368809782520450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyPodjpX2paY6B82JN68XyRKlilcHCDDo3QbxlRv9en02BA6omImhNcjPlXXVUXLhOVZdRZD2JFUx0B6Pr1GBCqFqP2YDDzmYUjfQHh0rJ0JBIQKXh36a4Bm508pXqhAS59sDWiLO3uTg/s400/P6195942+fixed.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370395954847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7i-w_aAOL7kAilKQ2RY9Dxb9mlSoE3SSfAy3T8VUu9xCBrreAYalPuWlr2HtQVPFyqtz_1C6zXiiu61AGcCu44WTd4GMvVu05kiHvzmiJmEaYeKxZkNSot0IT8nzgXtuXYVF3cI5rgd5d/s400/P6195947+fixed.jpg" border="0" />It turned out to be a fun day.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-76788588012396150032009-07-08T18:13:00.000-07:002009-07-08T18:29:47.775-07:00Best Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwJHyjIccWZw2fkW83ylBlxn_btA7CEL8Yi1pkxcAK7Kx1QLxtVIaRnEZK1018NsDeKcPloD423Zjgu1wLi8-zDTTahTxFrk6J8Btdr-5TOBevNgzzdEndpBEW8cxP-Mrfop7_FmoUmgP/s1600-h/P6256476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356266463477270978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwJHyjIccWZw2fkW83ylBlxn_btA7CEL8Yi1pkxcAK7Kx1QLxtVIaRnEZK1018NsDeKcPloD423Zjgu1wLi8-zDTTahTxFrk6J8Btdr-5TOBevNgzzdEndpBEW8cxP-Mrfop7_FmoUmgP/s400/P6256476.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHbZQAozKv7fjxzHM5xvYf5tKQtSmUPh3fkbvkG7jaHmTZGyaB-Kc0hnxocrxFGMS47KF54XumhWTMZyv458ByUvlpoEiYlwJGok1kXzEMLdzIWulnjooFPVQ7Ep25mp7sNVZ7qijssql/s1600-h/P6236268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264920843074706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHbZQAozKv7fjxzHM5xvYf5tKQtSmUPh3fkbvkG7jaHmTZGyaB-Kc0hnxocrxFGMS47KF54XumhWTMZyv458ByUvlpoEiYlwJGok1kXzEMLdzIWulnjooFPVQ7Ep25mp7sNVZ7qijssql/s400/P6236268.JPG" border="0" /></a>One of my favorites moments of almost every day is when my girls are playing together nicely. I just love to listen to them "pretend". I also learn a lot about myself as I listen to them because usually one of them is the mom (acting just like me) and one of them is the "sweetie" (one of them).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264908412300418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8LGcopztxsuqcfK9ECXcpI5qazbGsQa8xxQrnYu6RDJutwCNgU0yaToUKEtUDD3J8W2M3HsgNH1wvFXGUmPYdOjgVHhfA8MxC9h4ZvLLPXoA4RzEJ9SGLh5kCwYbL1eF5wHNyIqeXlR0/s400/P6165477.JPG" border="0" />I am so glad they have each other. They keep each other busy with all their play. They have their spats too but I don't know siblings that don't have those. I really feel blessed to have them so close together and such good friends. They make me smile every day.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264924812639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vMWaLCK2HZh0QAjNymxJV6tmgAHyq0Gkqqbe6ZXi7SlU-hDU7msfPFhOvYqLpRGJbedOfG5SODgsLIaEWwoPkV_1hXi9zF56J2u2r84lnBosvFQpt148FOzSE99bu2GCQtbrqjLsw8lD/s400/P6236299.JPG" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-54015999034612743222009-06-30T15:29:00.001-07:002009-06-30T15:47:13.975-07:00Just Playing<div align="center">Once again, I was just playing with my new toy. I got a few motion pictures. Aub and Syd were more the willing to cooperate when they saw how goofy their hair was while jumping.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353253317971972882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGv8FBNUi6XdyOFNQt0vcQG4k5QNknAh0J7R9ec_7Pw2_cqhg91JFk6LsyEe0P8kv2SDg1hTdXWTs5uWBfQOwLfSKTQkefUbJhTk6cExxsN_lwi5pcSOja9hPZcGCKwkgGM3-6S1Bz_5B/s400/P6135270.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353253323473050738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi677xZqvSoKIFXmf2W_QGV2IBBLMXUYgSu82IrndLMXTM0WtR9U8AEBuidxxehHjReuFzRG-nGTA92JaZvE2HDpd3Pt7aHr0gcF3SYd6TSyvdQ6BPgYRhPQ9ZJly8nGirTO0-DzDohmfkR/s400/P6135272.JPG" border="0" /> Just a few more "action" shots. Oh, and yes my girls were still in their pj's. That's what happens when the mom gets a new toy she can't wait to play with.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353255368902261186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7dtzGRyHXicqmT3EKzuSeZy0JN9xe_TNBNPr6BCDJqxKAinmIqC1KmcAtKDSrfzNCdqcTFqWYnLBDFPj7LHQMK4JJPUzqWTSbf8gAMqDZbEEXFt2RqRzZ11Cq85je08AmkrcFgSKTX-6/s400/P6135262.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353255376367854306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-fRNGTK7tnb-hhd-nmtKWKNf7DfxaaAbrmiBIhEb-V_Wg5QPXY56yTxPDBeoUvEW-ApgYxUmEAbLpLi9R4w6ff09-pfvMUoX50QiT5zS3OrQPYo6Tk0OcoX-pswjrBXwZJnQ4v26eC7-/s400/P6135268.JPG" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-83730322875052363282009-06-29T14:00:00.001-07:002009-06-29T14:03:46.225-07:00New Lens<div align="center">So I bought a new lens for my camera. I think I'm turning into a camera nerd because I was so pumped I could hardly wait. Anyway, this is all I could get my girls to do when I wanted so badly to take their pictures. The only time they want their picture taken is when I'm trying to take someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">else's</span> picture.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352857758686184018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTlIYvdVQba3-wWstAKqaGEG0nv6_Uz2Uwm4tHButnrgnIqJ4u7C3iCHgMUt7v_Nel2cMtJ1dPiZta0tak8wr6iLA6oL-1e_BhatBfxtUnPNt6F_sKUF2q2o0tTZ-_V9vC8EpvYKZZq7i/s400/P6125093.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Syd's trying to hide but cant help a little peek at me.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352857764609459202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsVKkF5nVgKMx6MRDVhEOSKZumYp6Isdg5nNMW3upbfbo_KYxFR7Z1KoKpyBonIjGF4jh6QEQPV7gnfG8VRvbbsvA9Z6NJC-hw5ZKrcLQqZXbvY_bcqcHH1vpc1aUgdT0kTGDb308xaql/s400/P6125131+fixed.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-80826005730223765432009-06-29T13:40:00.000-07:002009-06-29T13:59:59.466-07:00Home Grown Strawberries<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezjeGbgvXV7lFS4c1QQ5CzYaXA4UT5CbFnTG7OHankiooVSLXYkmfYGc-CMBeWUnzq_g1np2DBVLKZ2jEO96_Am8ELjh3QgByTy_n90R1c25NhoXUqpywgqPOM4f4ktf9T9C-4OPuNyCN/s1600-h/P6125056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856854252999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezjeGbgvXV7lFS4c1QQ5CzYaXA4UT5CbFnTG7OHankiooVSLXYkmfYGc-CMBeWUnzq_g1np2DBVLKZ2jEO96_Am8ELjh3QgByTy_n90R1c25NhoXUqpywgqPOM4f4ktf9T9C-4OPuNyCN/s400/P6125056.JPG" border="0" /></a> All I can say is YUM! There aren't too many things better than strawberries from your own garden. Aubree and Sydney have been watching for our strawberries to ripen. Then Aub couldn't wait for me to take a few pictures before she was taking off all the stems so she could eat them. <div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855857350245426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfIPzrI-bPzrrUDmNT_S2pdYpsKv_PPbmJzN3i-80Nywni8HaHvfInpDdlkukgT6NKfEM9LucfHunjQdUHRWd7qz_b6I2eEUcECeNxtEINpKYry58OXGNPnFBny71-KsmfaWp4nfMO9vB/s400/P6125023.JPG" border="0" /><br />Aubree is just "smelling" the strawberries here. She was dying to eat them all up.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352854412054807874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVeLPmLnYMzr-qteNjHPPeNCABTYYqntRXyR_eX-y6FDqUKqfsYghWdXoqi3KXmY73aNBoiULnlduqMATWq3h39K13GB2CysiMoYZa3_9DYawJRQIVjm87XCbAh1ERQBu70J8F2Uv_u1_/s400/P6125013.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-60159017397519020612009-06-25T21:26:00.000-07:002009-06-25T21:28:41.289-07:00Any guesses??<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGNOWYNwLzrg5fLkWvs8izxmKP2rZwdc6atbhXRfdJTLnkoPoWSvoBy-y46M8uhjOgQ47wMFST6TjYilv3kQUH85Wvwre3y-pQ_we_pItsIuk52ef834SaWa8oRYXzgvOwmWWJViUaDU8/s1600-h/strawberry+up+closer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351488057308209234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGNOWYNwLzrg5fLkWvs8izxmKP2rZwdc6atbhXRfdJTLnkoPoWSvoBy-y46M8uhjOgQ47wMFST6TjYilv3kQUH85Wvwre3y-pQ_we_pItsIuk52ef834SaWa8oRYXzgvOwmWWJViUaDU8/s400/strawberry+up+closer.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is for my post tomorrow. It's much easier to see what it is small like this than huge maximized on my screen. Can you tell what it is?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-53151210548049498112009-06-25T21:15:00.001-07:002009-06-25T21:25:13.798-07:00Singin' in the Rain<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjvlK8f2X8A1J2yh5LxuS8vyFadewQ1vGUSEi7nkADbzvaaDelYhJ-pcAfGVHbKroWAit5dvznX3HB1RnT75vmlA1hSzR96vbcvgeKgZDKhqgzhdrqESRjiBMQ0LthHwkXf140v7bXHdZ/s1600-h/P6084769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351487061544681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjvlK8f2X8A1J2yh5LxuS8vyFadewQ1vGUSEi7nkADbzvaaDelYhJ-pcAfGVHbKroWAit5dvznX3HB1RnT75vmlA1hSzR96vbcvgeKgZDKhqgzhdrqESRjiBMQ0LthHwkXf140v7bXHdZ/s400/P6084769.JPG" border="0" /></a>I can't believe how wet it has been this June. It seems like every day we were getting some kind of moisture. It hasn't been that bad because it's kept the temperatures down. We did have one little overnight trip cancelled because of rain. We've had our sprinklers turned off and we haven't even cranked the ac yet. I keep thinking I'm going to turn it on but maybe I can make it until July. That has got to be some kind of record.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351487058853807202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcZlXMKL_feqBOtmGLJdoPwdQ8T5a1fryRh1lm04uzj4iNPd9f9IwFUBimpj2_Cu7D23UuFJn963Z0EnYNbJO-ev-J3UZPfZ__gi0aurz1rutlKUUOPXfCiVppfaeMnrn4TeqjWj8cGYZ/s400/P6084762.JPG" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735462281684924536.post-18687350196353496792009-06-25T20:57:00.000-07:002009-06-25T21:14:59.737-07:00Out with the old and in with the new<div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmm_BaPel_oDK0e4kAN-OhNktlmTWCglQ0O2Usd9NDc3HC9KUMc9P6R1XNBRZxc7dENDgz8s1Vv-iQ86vvXBHhfIvq8gVt3lPn0s49k897YSWiIrb12s50ABedQz0x_Vnu0Q7TrB5YFk4/s1600-h/P6084757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351482768193592002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmm_BaPel_oDK0e4kAN-OhNktlmTWCglQ0O2Usd9NDc3HC9KUMc9P6R1XNBRZxc7dENDgz8s1Vv-iQ86vvXBHhfIvq8gVt3lPn0s49k897YSWiIrb12s50ABedQz0x_Vnu0Q7TrB5YFk4/s400/P6084757.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our 1995 Pontiac Bonneville died a few weeks ago. It was a great car for us. Very comfy and got us where we needed for 150,000 miles. We were pretty pumped when we bought it. It replaced my black Pontiac <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sunbird</span> (I can't really remember the name) back in Afton. We then didn't have to use the Neon as our travel car.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351482770825038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGwUCnM-Lx98jF0JYRQyioYYAvavrpl4BQmHKYrKkZr6osYFZsRn9DEa57QPxIs2rnLx6ucT7qvvZShWqTeJp0iO7VwueLsioSc8OqfFX43WBvhotK23fk-_-AzJ_k6goTwrUepO2acp-/s400/P6084759.JPG" border="0" /> It made it to Washington several trips as well as all over Utah, Wyoming, Idaho and a few other places. It was going to end up costing more to fix than it was worth.</div><div><br /></div><div align="center">After being a one car family for a week we realized that wasn't going to work for us so we started some serious car shopping. We ended up with a 2008 Hyundai Sonata. Scott is loving it.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351484634044799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9RvI4pVwHUfIdCc_bsC4E7Y39OMtdJv1zbdaeVFeRgP5nDV1R1FLvmyMg7zqfTRqYhMOUuzGJKpppK9qaE4YBPXW_zsndDejWXaq-grfwGgpElGAn5GJFzBXhZCP-uDCwVZuTG09PeLe/s400/P6084787.JPG" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1