tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14199608726422287712024-03-05T17:36:42.030-08:00The Clan MacnabRandom ramblings from the Macnab family.(O.K, really just from me;)sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-32967679824670293012011-04-24T18:26:00.000-07:002011-04-24T19:26:44.221-07:00Happy Easter!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPhiqHtUQ32AMKY5P9p0HlPXYaLabrT2Jz2Te5MgNzwOWeIJG-FCGz3aH5K1Ox4jDWD4VL8OolIAmricr7m00L1CKvMV3MDCHQq5zXc-Pr0ueeWI55R3Vfz66IUWPfudRwBFN88e76tc/s1600/SANY1492.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPhiqHtUQ32AMKY5P9p0HlPXYaLabrT2Jz2Te5MgNzwOWeIJG-FCGz3aH5K1Ox4jDWD4VL8OolIAmricr7m00L1CKvMV3MDCHQq5zXc-Pr0ueeWI55R3Vfz66IUWPfudRwBFN88e76tc/s400/SANY1492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599340798767456850" /></a><br />It was a crazy, low key Easter. I don't think our family has ever been left to our own devices for Easter before. No ward party. Half of my family out of town, so no big family party. <br /><br />Wait a minute...are we even capable of celebrating a holiday all on our own? What do people without family nearby do, I wonder....<br /><br /><br /><br />We had a nice, little, tiny, sweet Easter. I kind of liked it...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eTV4RgeUD8EXZvsSeJPsxUAeVcquhblMAXnMbVfcKQ0Am0K21ZvEa20BmEFq0bX6uv-UZrFr2e7T8CncyLvwRm0xd0qirjml7TDUZetDzjToxXsQ6qj47B6zLVXpAOkJKRvfD-T5X3c/s1600/SANY1437.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/AVvXsEg4eTV4RgeUD8EXZvsSeJPsxUAeVcquhblMAXnMbVfcKQ0Am0K21ZvEa20BmEFq0bX6uv-UZrFr2e7T8CncyLvwRm0xd0qirjml7TDUZetDzjToxXsQ6qj47B6zLVXpAOkJKRvfD-T5X3c/s400/SANY1437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599327532545456482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7n_P6PvH27dJipMVt96tp11QTPw9hK5wQWuh2psnCLGEApcbeKmegqktNObP8c1JksuD1LLIggzkkqRqnXYoesHdL8L1ERXZgvBZ-U0Zzb6Nnda_dMJoMcsoQ9RRg63y9widzFydKgGM/s1600/SANY1438.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/AVvXsEg7n_P6PvH27dJipMVt96tp11QTPw9hK5wQWuh2psnCLGEApcbeKmegqktNObP8c1JksuD1LLIggzkkqRqnXYoesHdL8L1ERXZgvBZ-U0Zzb6Nnda_dMJoMcsoQ9RRg63y9widzFydKgGM/s400/SANY1438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599327380083984546" /></a><br /><br />We colored Easter eggs by ourselves, alone. Some of them started out green or brown, thanks to the Andersons who donated fresh eggs from actual chickens;) Yum.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauZZIWlcKvF6s1y-fa3i9aaJ01FvFy_tbxFNIES7d_8tP-ITZvG9-WDHwzM0nPSrSDYMU0Y9yTjqM23QVq9LUAaztHbYoJbkfFprYaqppB1orc73JV_xAjq6bGzTZjeFFuHpu2Izs9vA/s1600/SANY1440.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/AVvXsEiauZZIWlcKvF6s1y-fa3i9aaJ01FvFy_tbxFNIES7d_8tP-ITZvG9-WDHwzM0nPSrSDYMU0Y9yTjqM23QVq9LUAaztHbYoJbkfFprYaqppB1orc73JV_xAjq6bGzTZjeFFuHpu2Izs9vA/s400/SANY1440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599328715248017682" /></a><br />two of them were tiny, and Abigail called them baby eggs. She thought they were the greatest things ever. Created just for her.<br /><br />We put Abs to bed and had a nightime egg hunt for Kindyl, Mitchell, and Brenley. With flashlights, (or head reading lamps) <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqUK_3hNSTg_he0-FrqtZpr1DE4jKbxsWtdcOgX5XNHlJYPUYI62D1XsS9-zfpVGxgXBdc2cXnD00sqS0p2UpQuvMQzKMoG0OA04JWHjZRzw7KYBn4IpVMcfa2k-HPwIqU4hdYhGvF0s/s1600/SANY1446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqUK_3hNSTg_he0-FrqtZpr1DE4jKbxsWtdcOgX5XNHlJYPUYI62D1XsS9-zfpVGxgXBdc2cXnD00sqS0p2UpQuvMQzKMoG0OA04JWHjZRzw7KYBn4IpVMcfa2k-HPwIqU4hdYhGvF0s/s400/SANY1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599329681163631554" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qaRGkTqu70cgj6mJe13hBOWTRNhDBAiZS1_5jC5EJrVXz65HNzDnk2OzAlxQ8yp4D_uXK9F9LhVJI_5Ohu6xbK2bQhIKedfxSw0p44DWHzQL7CnEeM41qpPxl1FYRT5WjGiIe5ihLVI/s1600/SANY1449.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/AVvXsEh9qaRGkTqu70cgj6mJe13hBOWTRNhDBAiZS1_5jC5EJrVXz65HNzDnk2OzAlxQ8yp4D_uXK9F9LhVJI_5Ohu6xbK2bQhIKedfxSw0p44DWHzQL7CnEeM41qpPxl1FYRT5WjGiIe5ihLVI/s400/SANY1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599330345569613186" /></a><br /><br />Easter Sunday is officially one of the few times I am grateful for 12:30 church<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI0cUHYGhVKE_F3g54z1DfuWKa7AU8oTkvJqvdRjopQ0KkbfHPB-ITy1HSVbp5wGaSXy6LNFij4bdCSFxqcC7syfzOBb5BBsLp0wc4DxcbMH06dSqQHjQmKhPmLP-xL71kSXOKMPXQPs/s1600/SANY1456.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/AVvXsEimI0cUHYGhVKE_F3g54z1DfuWKa7AU8oTkvJqvdRjopQ0KkbfHPB-ITy1HSVbp5wGaSXy6LNFij4bdCSFxqcC7syfzOBb5BBsLp0wc4DxcbMH06dSqQHjQmKhPmLP-xL71kSXOKMPXQPs/s400/SANY1456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599331786968546690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyqxrbexG89d6-v8WdSz5-f-wKPxUNpIOdVI3siTnyONma6SuZGO7_L_lK2B3uBxg18JFJLXoY_q6-TSQj0C-d_odKSwmqvKCoepAS_k9megfa8sIG_uyGD8MUEc7-sa5-dCyiMrmRh8/s1600/SANY1458.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/AVvXsEhRyqxrbexG89d6-v8WdSz5-f-wKPxUNpIOdVI3siTnyONma6SuZGO7_L_lK2B3uBxg18JFJLXoY_q6-TSQj0C-d_odKSwmqvKCoepAS_k9megfa8sIG_uyGD8MUEc7-sa5-dCyiMrmRh8/s400/SANY1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599331647542059010" /></a><br />Bren and Abigelli danced around after they got dressed. They couldn't wait to put on their Easter dresses! <br /><br />Abigail's dress was a little plain so I had to spice it up with a sash and a flower clip. She matches the whole black and white Easter theme I was going for b etter this way. And of course there were hair accessories to make for all 4 of the girls. <br /><br />This is why I have mostly daughters. They are alot more fun to dress up!<br /><br />We took the kids outside to pull some teeth, I mean take some pics. The lighting wasn't great out there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYWTtjvaK-ROr84TR1lv3RbS1KGiJxJ_UGiXB53FqFcAX6-mY84YpjnmsWyARXy2Ivn6fKJK-g_74ov3JJt8EpzYf3Nxgg_BhfljYpiNbEaTmRDjLcW-ibj-KvTRphPNutLUUouQhuS0/s1600/SANY1468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYWTtjvaK-ROr84TR1lv3RbS1KGiJxJ_UGiXB53FqFcAX6-mY84YpjnmsWyARXy2Ivn6fKJK-g_74ov3JJt8EpzYf3Nxgg_BhfljYpiNbEaTmRDjLcW-ibj-KvTRphPNutLUUouQhuS0/s400/SANY1468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599333584291716418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX8_LtjiQr70xsFLt03W4M0c_aeTRmHBx88vdpD7hXB36l-Kj8M13EBdt_jgfGYt3U5cnbHrUI4aFTbHo9Ge38NKBJFWn-L0DrUTqtLvEPz-cGj-I1PbTx3ggV0l0XWEciHg5HI0bBds/s1600/SANY1474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX8_LtjiQr70xsFLt03W4M0c_aeTRmHBx88vdpD7hXB36l-Kj8M13EBdt_jgfGYt3U5cnbHrUI4aFTbHo9Ge38NKBJFWn-L0DrUTqtLvEPz-cGj-I1PbTx3ggV0l0XWEciHg5HI0bBds/s400/SANY1474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599333280524177522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc4xwoEJ79ClzlePtMkg6Ar3dzYckQ6Eda1h6P3bHRh9U0iL0RCzCQg1Illt3Bnbme3q8W65MPKJ7q0Q4twV_PDmZrxIfEYoc4QOZ78eBoL6zHfyjBR_SLSwc8-XEZ0hXXc1npakyKK0/s1600/SANY1478.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/AVvXsEiqc4xwoEJ79ClzlePtMkg6Ar3dzYckQ6Eda1h6P3bHRh9U0iL0RCzCQg1Illt3Bnbme3q8W65MPKJ7q0Q4twV_PDmZrxIfEYoc4QOZ78eBoL6zHfyjBR_SLSwc8-XEZ0hXXc1npakyKK0/s400/SANY1478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599334165743124354" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjzelD1O0impMAnCv02VkO5m1h8lx5zIBBLrg_jH6NiHTWxYV96VbtRxL9-osIjPfMQy6QsK616sa5QVO_QH6CVYwKlgjeUHj8yJYVkYBPTlZOEOOuBkjpqyJ9i3DbSO6iNe3HaxXn10/s1600/SANY1482.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjzelD1O0impMAnCv02VkO5m1h8lx5zIBBLrg_jH6NiHTWxYV96VbtRxL9-osIjPfMQy6QsK616sa5QVO_QH6CVYwKlgjeUHj8yJYVkYBPTlZOEOOuBkjpqyJ9i3DbSO6iNe3HaxXn10/s400/SANY1482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599334661596694898" /></a><br /><br />It was a little better inside...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_u_MWydaxT5QEKNbR9QA-EuhrLKla8eLamKbRKP_vTQqor2xCipYsbVd4y6OQG__B_mH4zl31KU7mWX1eu4tbC3rr9AbQ_j5tGydZF1q4Jx-7N-FqShIyStY3kgmhVFwcQ0v2RuKKvo/s1600/SANY1484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_u_MWydaxT5QEKNbR9QA-EuhrLKla8eLamKbRKP_vTQqor2xCipYsbVd4y6OQG__B_mH4zl31KU7mWX1eu4tbC3rr9AbQ_j5tGydZF1q4Jx-7N-FqShIyStY3kgmhVFwcQ0v2RuKKvo/s400/SANY1484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335153187233010" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9am638ufhvLtoBuS-e2QRyWV6DjUHYXXSDMfHZ9qemgAH8MK6sG9iwum6EnDoj94FpKxKaMPmNY60pJmAXgYh2NpI1RGoBWD76f5Fz-5FBymYXEaEkeemU1Sx5p3us2qZrifbIbpqAyQ/s1600/SANY1487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9am638ufhvLtoBuS-e2QRyWV6DjUHYXXSDMfHZ9qemgAH8MK6sG9iwum6EnDoj94FpKxKaMPmNY60pJmAXgYh2NpI1RGoBWD76f5Fz-5FBymYXEaEkeemU1Sx5p3us2qZrifbIbpqAyQ/s400/SANY1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335769710899010" /></a><br />We may or may not have bribed the baby with Easter candy in this shot....<br /><br />Abigail was especially cranky and had a hard time sitting through sacrament meeting which, as mentioned above, starts at nap time. O.k, she didn't sit through sacrament meeting at all. I was skeptical about putting her in nursery instead of home to bed. But she loves nursery, and was fabulous for them. <br /><br />Church was lovely, and all of the kids were able to tell me what they learned about the atonement.<br /><br />When we got home, the kids refilled their eggs and gave Abigail her own massive egg hunt. She didn't mind that most of the eggs were filled with individual fruit snacks. It was all about the thrill of the hunt for her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAem4fBt7UJ5qFjCX2pLoEhnv89gm7DiybY29EFPmq6m9RhyphenhyphenDHoMBgbumWq9tAUFVXhZoSAKNPt8VTNSniD-0R49t53HbzPmYXRtlxhu1wZadx5AJL9CsbjESM3ItCPKeDctNI_eARDVc/s1600/SANY1496.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAem4fBt7UJ5qFjCX2pLoEhnv89gm7DiybY29EFPmq6m9RhyphenhyphenDHoMBgbumWq9tAUFVXhZoSAKNPt8VTNSniD-0R49t53HbzPmYXRtlxhu1wZadx5AJL9CsbjESM3ItCPKeDctNI_eARDVc/s400/SANY1496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599337079470189090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXP0FWSxDnyvSZxX_fU1Fj4bUK7h5k_IPf2aKMKqskKu-IZ00ZxDqn0L40NE-OdMU3TlW-N3wnmXLFP85_Rz4Sk9NU7Pz2-_6epyLxSfgUzV8qDtDiSweUcx0ykGNKTmjJdOHpwtPqsk/s1600/SANY1491.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/AVvXsEgoXP0FWSxDnyvSZxX_fU1Fj4bUK7h5k_IPf2aKMKqskKu-IZ00ZxDqn0L40NE-OdMU3TlW-N3wnmXLFP85_Rz4Sk9NU7Pz2-_6epyLxSfgUzV8qDtDiSweUcx0ykGNKTmjJdOHpwtPqsk/s400/SANY1491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599336831471536978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjcZn6fNQTwgGRmT8Ymj77j2kbaUzEOh1CzlsVnp_ZBtH56YXuNmoKhX79gpRK7GIo6gGD9WHGOlKgE0amFZkdIwdsbKOksdIYzzc-bS7JF7pLlXTij6gXze8fyrVCORa4-meASGSWCQ/s1600/SANY1492.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/AVvXsEgPjcZn6fNQTwgGRmT8Ymj77j2kbaUzEOh1CzlsVnp_ZBtH56YXuNmoKhX79gpRK7GIo6gGD9WHGOlKgE0amFZkdIwdsbKOksdIYzzc-bS7JF7pLlXTij6gXze8fyrVCORa4-meASGSWCQ/s400/SANY1492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599336598347319202" /></a><br /><br />What? Yes we did. We let the grass grow out on purpose to make the Easter hunt more interesting....that's right.sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-52162287590608171952011-04-20T15:55:00.000-07:002011-04-20T18:53:06.273-07:00Hawaii- Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYy_caVtawm4Y6Q7yD7HbqF_rlMYXp_oxlijY8ZnK1pPIN4UzQ9KIX6kF0iO6qXM2WOR9YT8H6LIGDhtri69aW-2GHgS0v1pwDieYAhZMPgTEuAkiimy-uMH-oZRZm1j5z0Tu2KqUFDII/s1600/SANY0791.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/AVvXsEiYy_caVtawm4Y6Q7yD7HbqF_rlMYXp_oxlijY8ZnK1pPIN4UzQ9KIX6kF0iO6qXM2WOR9YT8H6LIGDhtri69aW-2GHgS0v1pwDieYAhZMPgTEuAkiimy-uMH-oZRZm1j5z0Tu2KqUFDII/s400/SANY0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597820954190063954" /></a><br /><br />(the house we rented in Princeville)<br /><br />I know, I know, I am a total blog slacker. I haven't had a real post in over a year. And it has been months since we went to Hawaii. But I really want to document this trip for myself before I forget the details. So I figured I had two choices:<br /><br />1. Scapbook it<br /><br />2.Blog it<br /><br />So now you know I am an even bigger scrapbook slacker! (Brenley and Abigail don't even have books. Gasp!)<br /><br />I have always wanted to do something great for our 15th anniversary. I knew we would be done having kids by then and 15 years deserves a celebration. It was between another cruise and Hawaii, and Hawaii won! <br /><br />I have to say I have never had the urge to go to Hawaii. I dream and plan and read and obsess over parts of Europe. I have some episodes of Rick Steves memorized. I aspire to visit Egypt and Israel. I would love to do another tropical cruise. But I didn't ever really think about Hawaii. It didn't have enough relevant history for me.<br /><br />Luckily, My mother in law talked me into going. I am so glad she did! It was perfect. We couldn't have ordered better weather. <br /><br />We landed Monday evening, ate, hit Costco, and went to bed. Then we woke up early Tuesday morning to go on Captain Andy's catamaran cruise up the Na Pali coast. It was perfect.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr-kM7CTP4_kIni2EVkMO2MrIw6NwcHjTbQerb9HUt9LMZPKGJVeULGp0QY_Ut_JdrzIceBh1FhW7B_bjiL3advbosNK9sCi6KT0K6g1khdO-HA0GZe8HT3rX5u10FkAdGJjFZ4hnrgY/s1600/P1310002.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/AVvXsEinr-kM7CTP4_kIni2EVkMO2MrIw6NwcHjTbQerb9HUt9LMZPKGJVeULGp0QY_Ut_JdrzIceBh1FhW7B_bjiL3advbosNK9sCi6KT0K6g1khdO-HA0GZe8HT3rX5u10FkAdGJjFZ4hnrgY/s400/P1310002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597821242878028642" /></a><br />(partly because I took a healthy dose of drammamine)<br /><br />For some reason the theme song for Gilligan's Island kept running through my head. I am not sure if it was because the show was filmed here on this part of the island, or if it was because I was worried about being shipwrecked on our own "3 hour tour"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eKhjplhUfr-pkkEtHbmB4Dknmy5QIN2KMYush4V1mXvhNAXuvtRsa2PKocfqBxPhnl5SgKsYzG3l4YdhQj7scMQaOO6ZAfchr7Ow1oxbk9y7ULesAQfOu65r3A6SOwec8CoCnzsIUtU/s1600/3onboat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eKhjplhUfr-pkkEtHbmB4Dknmy5QIN2KMYush4V1mXvhNAXuvtRsa2PKocfqBxPhnl5SgKsYzG3l4YdhQj7scMQaOO6ZAfchr7Ow1oxbk9y7ULesAQfOu65r3A6SOwec8CoCnzsIUtU/s400/3onboat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597822980575761890" /></a><br />(Ellen, Pam, and myself on the trampoline front of the boat.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxq85MUC6tyGWAcJjmz2Ma9FsasP_yZFcL9oZwa9rnF0a-3gKLAAfErZsWKB4vwWl2WVlU_CUKNo5q8mQQMkSe7ieSNwrVADx8H-1xxHwW9l1keOzhhkwjcU5VuBOyY13DXuNsUCTFtA/s1600/wendellwater.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/AVvXsEgtxq85MUC6tyGWAcJjmz2Ma9FsasP_yZFcL9oZwa9rnF0a-3gKLAAfErZsWKB4vwWl2WVlU_CUKNo5q8mQQMkSe7ieSNwrVADx8H-1xxHwW9l1keOzhhkwjcU5VuBOyY13DXuNsUCTFtA/s400/wendellwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597823488595203666" /></a><br /><br />(Wendell snorkling off the back of the boat)<br /><br />Everybody got to see these guys but me. Oh well...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzfXSWtuYSWHbtXYrC2KBycMfMwO_c-ZNck62KM77erpw3ewOYBKacqxYzmuuhwaTsr9CFQFA5lua5qwoqTCq1qWxx6NAdf2Snmg-hvIlDmS_M0qBvi5xQy2L4Yqgp3XzVKrt9MM95DE/s1600/P2010066.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/AVvXsEgjzfXSWtuYSWHbtXYrC2KBycMfMwO_c-ZNck62KM77erpw3ewOYBKacqxYzmuuhwaTsr9CFQFA5lua5qwoqTCq1qWxx6NAdf2Snmg-hvIlDmS_M0qBvi5xQy2L4Yqgp3XzVKrt9MM95DE/s400/P2010066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597835375802166738" /></a><br />(In my pictures folder this file is named "nobodylistenstoturtle". If you can tell me why you win a prize...)<br /><br />We saw more whales than anyone ever has in San Diego. They were so close. These guys decided to show us their synchro act. You could tell they had been practicing...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcicctv1NYVraZd5QoScM2HFuq96gCOuF8QBJQ0T1YoTrYjgZS9xdHv5S10ZqmAbA0m_eKr3yTCs1KPGM9NOzsRVGJLs1JKMkgYYijsrhF7FEntLCWrhW6wfzQSV9HM8zTrKqnXFiAYI/s1600/P2010095.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/AVvXsEhVcicctv1NYVraZd5QoScM2HFuq96gCOuF8QBJQ0T1YoTrYjgZS9xdHv5S10ZqmAbA0m_eKr3yTCs1KPGM9NOzsRVGJLs1JKMkgYYijsrhF7FEntLCWrhW6wfzQSV9HM8zTrKqnXFiAYI/s400/P2010095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597834760688727202" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FgTtU94PdZrVEs_SBB584ytFOv5HJRxIFM-L1sfEwNl_lIe4SnKyceQHuWDNvlhsee6R5z1ySKLjpbUlMDP0KdI40uhGBZVDwowYzMTY9skt0MjPkNunIkIDBEruIuXjLiRSDX71WlA/s1600/P1310056.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/AVvXsEh9FgTtU94PdZrVEs_SBB584ytFOv5HJRxIFM-L1sfEwNl_lIe4SnKyceQHuWDNvlhsee6R5z1ySKLjpbUlMDP0KdI40uhGBZVDwowYzMTY9skt0MjPkNunIkIDBEruIuXjLiRSDX71WlA/s400/P1310056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597835057696702050" /></a><br /><br />(Pamela taking my picture)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9zuda6s4H7sSBf1skNlyhD2i8kRgwWpAd-mvJ2dwpOGrvR7dzxb0Zpg22_AIA7pPIJjf3FPIojArqvK3hdpoIOSwyoYNmN00lbw9EmCrK5W3TUPXj5EuFdZc2D0NxjYTA922zN8f8y0/s1600/P2010115.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/AVvXsEhx9zuda6s4H7sSBf1skNlyhD2i8kRgwWpAd-mvJ2dwpOGrvR7dzxb0Zpg22_AIA7pPIJjf3FPIojArqvK3hdpoIOSwyoYNmN00lbw9EmCrK5W3TUPXj5EuFdZc2D0NxjYTA922zN8f8y0/s400/P2010115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597836698651151154" /></a><br /><br />This is the Na Pali Coastline further north. There is no road to it so you can only reach it by boat or helicopter. Popular place to film t.v shows (as mentioned above) and movies. It was breath taking.<br /><br />After we finished our cruise we hit the Red Dirt Shirt Company (feartured on "Dirty Jobs")and the Glass Beach <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-in6AO_7k2ZxyTrbogiHjqm-e__jnqwajzVuT3kXJypJlzSlaXiwvCMCFFGTI5MOV4GAT-ldY0-2D9H_q8Kn6bZ_ts97DsQvV1x0RZSPQhGyYUm6nc49QweiAsqKuZHAzN4pGo3OaxOY/s1600/P2010134.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/AVvXsEg-in6AO_7k2ZxyTrbogiHjqm-e__jnqwajzVuT3kXJypJlzSlaXiwvCMCFFGTI5MOV4GAT-ldY0-2D9H_q8Kn6bZ_ts97DsQvV1x0RZSPQhGyYUm6nc49QweiAsqKuZHAzN4pGo3OaxOY/s400/P2010134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597834388875802882" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then we saw Waimea Canyon,"the Grand Canyon of Hawaii" Hawaii doesn't need it. Everything on the island is prettier than the Grand Canyon, in my opinion. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh_7KZzB3IBwgK1Q0sIOOQGBVFYccSQZVeNYxXIHmxYFFwgRo71JXSWB_Cmr65BwIetdvogjqMrnS7ERS-r94p1UEYODxI9IEOyZI-M13NTdrGJj8QQYhZ0FE-jS4y_q3ngpaTm0Hyds/s1600/waimeacanyon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh_7KZzB3IBwgK1Q0sIOOQGBVFYccSQZVeNYxXIHmxYFFwgRo71JXSWB_Cmr65BwIetdvogjqMrnS7ERS-r94p1UEYODxI9IEOyZI-M13NTdrGJj8QQYhZ0FE-jS4y_q3ngpaTm0Hyds/s400/waimeacanyon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597830273917312706" /></a><br />(Dean, Pam, Ellen, and Wendell)<br /><br /><br /><br />It was a full and fabulous daysherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-61288515357139525452010-10-27T11:15:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:42:44.575-07:00Halloween headband!Have a teenager or adult that doesn't want to dress up but still wants in on the holiday spirit? Try this!<br /><br /><a href="http://s700.photobucket.com/albums/ww2/cmproffitt/Sherrys%20Flowers/?action=view¤t=_DSC0026-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i700.photobucket.com/albums/ww2/cmproffitt/Sherrys%20Flowers/_DSC0026-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s700.photobucket.com/albums/ww2/cmproffitt/Sherrys%20Flowers/?action=view¤t=_DSC0024-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i700.photobucket.com/albums/ww2/cmproffitt/Sherrys%20Flowers/_DSC0024-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Check out my flower blog (button on side bar) for more designs!sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-17784197340328025902010-10-18T21:31:00.001-07:002010-10-18T21:31:42.676-07:00Happy Halloween!<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 567px;'><object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=OCUwyfrpigm0kfK2&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='567'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=OCUwyfrpigm0kfK2&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=OCUwyfrpigm0kfK2&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Personalize funny videos and birthday <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a> at JibJab!</div></div>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-26714177885605881882010-02-07T21:59:00.000-08:002010-02-07T22:00:14.750-08:00They Grow Up So Fast!Is she 15 months old? Or fifteen years...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFshmu7xM0oxOV-UH4fNFZXdceRdnZS0MTgj6mcIHxCRDZcH_z4Dwwdx3jAnYOPU89r9YMMGUFTM8P_Zj-t3edUNF6HZMm1A4ovFHWM23bxyI2ZfdiQ6CWjbt84awX7tPqEdUs6aXRJ1Y/s1600-h/Abs+scale1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFshmu7xM0oxOV-UH4fNFZXdceRdnZS0MTgj6mcIHxCRDZcH_z4Dwwdx3jAnYOPU89r9YMMGUFTM8P_Zj-t3edUNF6HZMm1A4ovFHWM23bxyI2ZfdiQ6CWjbt84awX7tPqEdUs6aXRJ1Y/s400/Abs+scale1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433529348478705298" /></a><br /><br /> She's checking out her weight...while putting on her head band. Notice she is in the buff, in order to get a lower, more accurate read.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_diylA_LbsRfvHXdWUE8krAvdKKbGNXebjczGy8HeNlcR9BOwsHJ5Gi7awwO-tNZi4SRxpz7rpinR_9rJjhTEfzh0R1azgRUZZkiVLnT2H19AAbTYtnlINVEMB8TzAjews-YpNlAQl5s/s1600-h/SANY0126.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/AVvXsEh_diylA_LbsRfvHXdWUE8krAvdKKbGNXebjczGy8HeNlcR9BOwsHJ5Gi7awwO-tNZi4SRxpz7rpinR_9rJjhTEfzh0R1azgRUZZkiVLnT2H19AAbTYtnlINVEMB8TzAjews-YpNlAQl5s/s400/SANY0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433530191950510306" /></a><br />Just checking her inbox on her phone. She is getting pretty good with that stylus. <br /><br />I don't know where she gets this stuff....sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-64394819695922139852010-02-01T21:11:00.000-08:002010-02-01T22:48:17.201-08:00My baby girls.......are kind of tough chicks. They don't mind getting dressed up all frilly. But they like to have a little edge. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZQx9ksmRuByqsqU2hGdxlUfmNtdqDM_-Bh4MPlRH_NpZy6BKgVm3sQTVwPIuVtm4RzZQF7CA3giLQWRHuEC6wfXUYCVZNn7iEFW5oPiRWKpr9PcJg_HRRqXXsG0bF_JlACqC9qweE-4/s1600-h/SDC12566.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZQx9ksmRuByqsqU2hGdxlUfmNtdqDM_-Bh4MPlRH_NpZy6BKgVm3sQTVwPIuVtm4RzZQF7CA3giLQWRHuEC6wfXUYCVZNn7iEFW5oPiRWKpr9PcJg_HRRqXXsG0bF_JlACqC9qweE-4/s400/SDC12566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433531191596492450" /></a><br /><br /><br />(Brenley in her fancy dress...) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WSjWBV5c5sqN6YtnybInheyt7r5nwiiTeedGd4hWn47R8cRmF_vIgrSTnrzD9yGOB3_dpz_Vdw4LZJ5NbzTw3tYXASCsPHlqdsHmbc6tf7utxFmJmweQDxLvFWpPw9YLoZo5yTXFPrk/s1600-h/SDC12568.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WSjWBV5c5sqN6YtnybInheyt7r5nwiiTeedGd4hWn47R8cRmF_vIgrSTnrzD9yGOB3_dpz_Vdw4LZJ5NbzTw3tYXASCsPHlqdsHmbc6tf7utxFmJmweQDxLvFWpPw9YLoZo5yTXFPrk/s400/SDC12568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433531528545366930" /></a><br />(..and black knee high boots)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipObKK1q_4dmTvqCA0bXo-wH-wvadcZRcsdtK6H9JdtuiGRMc6Wnf0fs-RgTJHfHLDAyFBCavMgC5SRvrpHGDoE2YFRDUJR91tVgn8psIwF2wbrf9OxVadxBToGzB4UuTo4x3dKSf-3bg/s1600-h/SDC12555.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipObKK1q_4dmTvqCA0bXo-wH-wvadcZRcsdtK6H9JdtuiGRMc6Wnf0fs-RgTJHfHLDAyFBCavMgC5SRvrpHGDoE2YFRDUJR91tVgn8psIwF2wbrf9OxVadxBToGzB4UuTo4x3dKSf-3bg/s400/SDC12555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433533274815033778" /></a><br />(Abigail in her velvet and taffeta...)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgRgIiijYMrTwwLZn0AWKpr_ZpUpZ5keAVcYQbTOup3ettaGRmO0UkW43aOpPBNV_go_UtZhHveFAA32sYMKfyWEuB-A8l5OmMD0DiaJifyt9LNSxUQC6hChD5OVEdE1lCTJPnSzs7xU/s1600-h/SDC12562.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgRgIiijYMrTwwLZn0AWKpr_ZpUpZ5keAVcYQbTOup3ettaGRmO0UkW43aOpPBNV_go_UtZhHveFAA32sYMKfyWEuB-A8l5OmMD0DiaJifyt9LNSxUQC6hChD5OVEdE1lCTJPnSzs7xU/s400/SDC12562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433533879023020482" /></a><br />(...and leather jacket)sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-35882350805164966802010-01-28T20:55:00.000-08:002010-01-28T20:59:30.584-08:00This Baby Girl...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBhaf_Go-g-OIQdg8S_kDVzcMvVs_hbDHqkh5I2pYDFUsCENvGW02ejsz_aU6zlv3YhR8actAWsl90uiMj3_K6gTvWLeu55t3xLN8z-CqLN6wXbFCX0qnSKm84EnzFXx2GOE-9dVUbxY/s1600-h/SDC12450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBhaf_Go-g-OIQdg8S_kDVzcMvVs_hbDHqkh5I2pYDFUsCENvGW02ejsz_aU6zlv3YhR8actAWsl90uiMj3_K6gTvWLeu55t3xLN8z-CqLN6wXbFCX0qnSKm84EnzFXx2GOE-9dVUbxY/s400/SDC12450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432021322572981970" /></a><br />..isn't feeling so hot. <br /><br />So I have to snuggle her a little. And rock her to sleep. <br /><br />To tell you the truth...<br /><br />I kind of like it.sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-45594450371047329052010-01-25T16:35:00.000-08:002010-01-25T18:31:20.393-08:00Snow Play!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvZ2LGO7_7YKgieqLU9MKoa7iQ9I84ogGLcV6X1FVghZUqT782aSOudfLBbW05ry9GSl66DznK_HMybvyZ2Qipuni0ZOopbn_c4PT6QbFTNrDCiGCAlMyzYiU8D3EzK3n6BOu2VXSbr8/s1600-h/R&K+Snowdrop.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvZ2LGO7_7YKgieqLU9MKoa7iQ9I84ogGLcV6X1FVghZUqT782aSOudfLBbW05ry9GSl66DznK_HMybvyZ2Qipuni0ZOopbn_c4PT6QbFTNrDCiGCAlMyzYiU8D3EzK3n6BOu2VXSbr8/s400/R&K+Snowdrop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430840937930019186" /></a>
<br />We were so lucky to be able to spend some time up north with friends during Christmas break. The end/begining of the year is a little busy in the insurance world that Wendell lives in, so he wasn't really able to take time off work. We kind of like having him around so we took advantage of having Christmas Day off. We headed up to Pinetop after a super short meal with the Proffitt fam.
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<br />We personally own a small assortment of snow clothes. The rest we relied on the cabin to magically supply. They had a great supply of clothes ranging from this awesome one piece that made Kindyl look like a 70's goddess
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<br />to an arrangement of moon boots. They were stocked with everything we didn't have.
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<br /> We bundled everyone up including marshmallow babies that could barely walk in all of the snow parafernalia <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7oiq2axL2n2SpMOQd1GZFKx6WEc9oCmJnskmcvf7hioK9rgyH1rNuokBbr1BDHqTz7zEXx-cZBq6cZlPgGqH_UIozMYFnil925GnK4Pb1pfUzxzVOvKfJAmQoHkQtFB1EA7KIBSwPDnE/s1600-h/abandkennedysnow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7oiq2axL2n2SpMOQd1GZFKx6WEc9oCmJnskmcvf7hioK9rgyH1rNuokBbr1BDHqTz7zEXx-cZBq6cZlPgGqH_UIozMYFnil925GnK4Pb1pfUzxzVOvKfJAmQoHkQtFB1EA7KIBSwPDnE/s400/abandkennedysnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430847883619542914" /></a>
<br />and the four year olds who weren't much better. But they were at least a little more mobile.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonA62I8kPV-cC5N5M347oANZJ60elS2OfCsMMRDv3vsK6xZ-kew47s5s2y9h_ED3cjIaxp2BsWnWrptCZKYfYfA-bmhSzaq_tws8fnRzlRoZHwVeaF2Gz4VJkFTHz6eme8qiQ4qtTwb4/s1600-h/brenleycalvinsnow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonA62I8kPV-cC5N5M347oANZJ60elS2OfCsMMRDv3vsK6xZ-kew47s5s2y9h_ED3cjIaxp2BsWnWrptCZKYfYfA-bmhSzaq_tws8fnRzlRoZHwVeaF2Gz4VJkFTHz6eme8qiQ4qtTwb4/s400/brenleycalvinsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430848159007110882" /></a
<br />We used the sleds for fort building <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSWjhyrcSMJcN_RCGlJB5gZgJA7ctPqX5CH665N16byvQuW8sxxEyaMllvrbXNTsvJXAVxLuzQTBQF7TYQawlhgcb57tb2WHsY7TcuTvZpiqemrExed3uAqMhkTP43pqL1kazvazod7o/s1600-h/SDC12283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSWjhyrcSMJcN_RCGlJB5gZgJA7ctPqX5CH665N16byvQuW8sxxEyaMllvrbXNTsvJXAVxLuzQTBQF7TYQawlhgcb57tb2WHsY7TcuTvZpiqemrExed3uAqMhkTP43pqL1kazvazod7o/s400/SDC12283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430850116223321426" /></a>
<br />and sledding. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ168DxJMAu5UYp0_5qxHj0kGPmO-6DfWa-3r46rM3Zqu8C3bl53efraSlCvX9hEjw9bx9OemBH1sodcigRgdpesmVnZOTiJ1yhygJIPWUn4vIVPr2TIgYE2omwXB4aRsdo1WASKvk6I/s1600-h/SDC12360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ168DxJMAu5UYp0_5qxHj0kGPmO-6DfWa-3r46rM3Zqu8C3bl53efraSlCvX9hEjw9bx9OemBH1sodcigRgdpesmVnZOTiJ1yhygJIPWUn4vIVPr2TIgYE2omwXB4aRsdo1WASKvk6I/s400/SDC12360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430850973892235266" /></a>(Farrah Fawcett catching some air)
<br /> Sometimes behind four wheelers. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHk1RCyOkmmSkfaKBRv9nfhYpATMW_FRON0xCfD6J5ynscJtW226hLrsCuJ_0pbbN2zQJUjVj4QC0y__QCJkv8OiEA0EHEcGypTHoiEHuUq_9vV1y1FXMhEHKCGrxdPIcx8BuLfJxSysI/s1600-h/SDC12306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHk1RCyOkmmSkfaKBRv9nfhYpATMW_FRON0xCfD6J5ynscJtW226hLrsCuJ_0pbbN2zQJUjVj4QC0y__QCJkv8OiEA0EHEcGypTHoiEHuUq_9vV1y1FXMhEHKCGrxdPIcx8BuLfJxSysI/s400/SDC12306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851572335036434" /></a>
<br /> We even switched it up a little with a snowboard behind the fourwheelers <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8vBabNkDAmW4BPB8b5byarLF5WInEGxBnDnVj_e2N2Mi4oILU34pskdaQQ2221sY5BbJfXJjKcehi-YIGkSnnJ6YE3X419aKnBcVs8Ml8wXeBDz-d7y0Bk2FhiBu3tHExmCeE5Adtno/s400/SDC12308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430852415372012850" /></a>
<br />(Mitchell boarding)
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<br />(Kindyl)
<br />I think the kids liked that part best. It's almost like wakeboarding that way. Without the challenge of getting up. And a little less wet;)
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<br />Rach is getting so old...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRYiOzywtSMdA0i5xCC7Ck9vfwYp_aOA24TV0ssl-1xHwFa0Hd-ngNEsysJLczCpVkV2l3uo2PNKK1wVr5PjBEiMb08At-dpxXnHm7UY7aSVgl_z9PS6qoFqIiLB6iZDXjODXpEw0rI/s1600-h/SDC12296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRYiOzywtSMdA0i5xCC7Ck9vfwYp_aOA24TV0ssl-1xHwFa0Hd-ngNEsysJLczCpVkV2l3uo2PNKK1wVr5PjBEiMb08At-dpxXnHm7UY7aSVgl_z9PS6qoFqIiLB6iZDXjODXpEw0rI/s400/SDC12296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851853516427250" /></a>
<br />The next day we went to find a more challenging hill, and it was my turn to sport the awesome green snow pants.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUdCCabbnke9y2_jZ9c1zYOmaqc_Q-TJ-Lr56H8BuN1TCjv3sUy5sAPKPzxUbUtv72M8zEF_d4RlFVEiCqFUTpv42SLcQmO1VXhb4OCzvnbp_SW4A_4BaupaAiQsIpV2RH-UMlfmIulo/s1600-h/SDC12338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUdCCabbnke9y2_jZ9c1zYOmaqc_Q-TJ-Lr56H8BuN1TCjv3sUy5sAPKPzxUbUtv72M8zEF_d4RlFVEiCqFUTpv42SLcQmO1VXhb4OCzvnbp_SW4A_4BaupaAiQsIpV2RH-UMlfmIulo/s400/SDC12338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430853833097421058" /></a>
<br />You're jealous of the outfit. Admit it;)
<br />Here's a fun pictorial I like to call "Bren and Dad wipe out". Yes, that is a little jump at the end of the run.
<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGbpvN-Gxu6w3YhpdXOjW8VXPEXuUzS8q-GjuTUd5VHNRcqYoN1InD3-CdVh3IwlrJB7tFLjOInkzyxIF_XiLzvSu8fZVkXtiY2soOnUZTLXj7szypeVuwwoKyzwPEdBuL4zTwPCmA8Y/s1600-h/SDC12355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGbpvN-Gxu6w3YhpdXOjW8VXPEXuUzS8q-GjuTUd5VHNRcqYoN1InD3-CdVh3IwlrJB7tFLjOInkzyxIF_XiLzvSu8fZVkXtiY2soOnUZTLXj7szypeVuwwoKyzwPEdBuL4zTwPCmA8Y/s400/SDC12355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855096642326994" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwP9__CH7SvRXRygMA923Evi-IbayzrAyXJVCFLg1ej8pDomJivAz0px7x7FLi_f1KYWFE5Q6MoYxSEJm64mTwYImXEc5ot0ieRAn5_QbGA9UK83WBBkdqHBUQ0yD3hpQhxQaFp7SbtQ/s1600-h/SDC12356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwP9__CH7SvRXRygMA923Evi-IbayzrAyXJVCFLg1ej8pDomJivAz0px7x7FLi_f1KYWFE5Q6MoYxSEJm64mTwYImXEc5ot0ieRAn5_QbGA9UK83WBBkdqHBUQ0yD3hpQhxQaFp7SbtQ/s400/SDC12356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855431029524866" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCkfMoGxrFls9rEq7LAfGkfTnYBTOM7HbVWg4ZI0rXUK7M1hyphenhyphensneLDg_pf9ONlDdc0EYFHQ8X-KWHoLj92F_agPLXr3Ko04y5le0L29V6SoG0JlKqQOv_vIRG0rElPXRdeld3siydEbg/s1600-h/SDC12357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCkfMoGxrFls9rEq7LAfGkfTnYBTOM7HbVWg4ZI0rXUK7M1hyphenhyphensneLDg_pf9ONlDdc0EYFHQ8X-KWHoLj92F_agPLXr3Ko04y5le0L29V6SoG0JlKqQOv_vIRG0rElPXRdeld3siydEbg/s400/SDC12357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855664881003634" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj055lEKM4-l5woWfRCUV98U3SMi2pzobKeqOKp1rla5-w4BQdNfKcCM_Di-1kZdHz_57fxUg8tp8-UJsOyVtVgwEf1c1uQfvLPmiLKmYKiZf0H_9wa_xyujcNb4geaxzEN0nlqqkbEiL8/s1600-h/SDC12358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj055lEKM4-l5woWfRCUV98U3SMi2pzobKeqOKp1rla5-w4BQdNfKcCM_Di-1kZdHz_57fxUg8tp8-UJsOyVtVgwEf1c1uQfvLPmiLKmYKiZf0H_9wa_xyujcNb4geaxzEN0nlqqkbEiL8/s400/SDC12358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430855817154153602" /></a>
<br />And it's a happy ending! Dad and Bren are both smiling. That's always good.
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<br />It was the perfect little mini vacation. The days were fun and busy which meant an early bedtime for the kids. Early bedtime for the kids meant we could play a few games in the evening with our friends. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4zKMJFniv_o4DBw2IVRvn1RB_vt1o_TC7xdnzKYzak37Qh8vLi-PHTATY3qEem1CcPC67KiBG47SEmU3ndnaw4cfWaoAppmwvR-RlyM3Yzb2FSEqi6wFaAXIs4C0AzACdczzR9anpkI/s1600-h/SDC12339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4zKMJFniv_o4DBw2IVRvn1RB_vt1o_TC7xdnzKYzak37Qh8vLi-PHTATY3qEem1CcPC67KiBG47SEmU3ndnaw4cfWaoAppmwvR-RlyM3Yzb2FSEqi6wFaAXIs4C0AzACdczzR9anpkI/s400/SDC12339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430858047600694450" /></a>
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<br />Even though this little girl got a little silly by the second day. When she woke up she went right to the window to look outside. At seeing the snow outside she looked dejected and said, "Oh no. It's still winter!"
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<br />Of course that didn't stop her from playing in it all day!
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<br /> sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-31870880996303569012010-01-01T15:31:00.000-08:002010-01-02T00:52:05.851-08:00My House Burned Down This Morning...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXW3EguZi-5UWLtFyGwx9gctV5-9b0MEKmmgHFeccYlMgo_HGaCn1l1OGDidHvsttwvOlPMlMrgcVSXeij4qE3y45JcsaUsih5Im9rizh8fPoV1HF295OmfBJGl_HPK5LHjCoTd3zZ5I/s1600-h/downinghouse4"><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/AVvXsEhLXW3EguZi-5UWLtFyGwx9gctV5-9b0MEKmmgHFeccYlMgo_HGaCn1l1OGDidHvsttwvOlPMlMrgcVSXeij4qE3y45JcsaUsih5Im9rizh8fPoV1HF295OmfBJGl_HPK5LHjCoTd3zZ5I/s400/downinghouse4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421918511904598898" /></a><br />(the house I grew up in)<br />And it kind of feels like a friend died. What, over dramatic? Maybe. <br /><br />But I have years and years of memories there. <br /><br /> I grew up here. And we were best friends with the neighbors. We celebrated my 12th birthday out by the pool.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhEeHeDilF5VMpnm9XmC_NsQxsg6mnk9N8VzVS8UBxx2m0FK_A0hIrbGU-Rr1sahTE0NrT5HR9mrU9preY9NvGF3qHvksq-VTlq9p_9hx_w8pXUl5SdANB564s2Dib_uLQ0H_DoeLJEI/s1600-h/sherry12bdaypool.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhEeHeDilF5VMpnm9XmC_NsQxsg6mnk9N8VzVS8UBxx2m0FK_A0hIrbGU-Rr1sahTE0NrT5HR9mrU9preY9NvGF3qHvksq-VTlq9p_9hx_w8pXUl5SdANB564s2Dib_uLQ0H_DoeLJEI/s400/sherry12bdaypool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422052389162993730" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> The YW hung a banner in front of this house for my 16th: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREs020G0ywEVJRUdnm-SRhz3P-ekeSPRixUWsAI5UxoZqPL-Fo5hezBLoWc4h6fjZeh4w03MiWPVGsIYd9eqmvBdIdNNQwctlAEEJsRcXqpiN1yB0w2TBZowSWGzx3A5IXs02muoSuus/s1600-h/sherry16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREs020G0ywEVJRUdnm-SRhz3P-ekeSPRixUWsAI5UxoZqPL-Fo5hezBLoWc4h6fjZeh4w03MiWPVGsIYd9eqmvBdIdNNQwctlAEEJsRcXqpiN1yB0w2TBZowSWGzx3A5IXs02muoSuus/s400/sherry16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051325182684402" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I got ready for dances there,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnbydDhvsCyQ0sGhCjYHLqOwluUCnEG6uL5gdTltXodmeRtFvSDQ9RdN5LrC8fkHR-6yTCkDQQvFp0sNmL7Do7Xef0TFpix6xsiV-Kj7sogjApDfcFQTA4IQ2AEakrTLVeDLcPqa6W_A/s1600-h/homecomingrysmith.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnbydDhvsCyQ0sGhCjYHLqOwluUCnEG6uL5gdTltXodmeRtFvSDQ9RdN5LrC8fkHR-6yTCkDQQvFp0sNmL7Do7Xef0TFpix6xsiV-Kj7sogjApDfcFQTA4IQ2AEakrTLVeDLcPqa6W_A/s400/homecomingrysmith.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422057627652123042" /></a> <br /><br />High School graduation:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-OGx7J0x8ilieCNfmcLue7rBhh0_BI1S_pWSIKld4dqVbkgY9aGR8tWVcvbF79FvYaRZ7G7vy7iHN3x1gGUay6U_XdkUxGsKCjJhtaKVN-L5PZRKM1qjN7Y0T_RwyuuE1QI25QgIML0/s1600-h/graduation94.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-OGx7J0x8ilieCNfmcLue7rBhh0_BI1S_pWSIKld4dqVbkgY9aGR8tWVcvbF79FvYaRZ7G7vy7iHN3x1gGUay6U_XdkUxGsKCjJhtaKVN-L5PZRKM1qjN7Y0T_RwyuuE1QI25QgIML0/s400/graduation94.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051008530153250" /></a><br /><br /> and even my wedding.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zxj2Yj4uaTN4Uswq1y7MBBExPyTAjSdXpjFbJ8qaX_pOGLN9n1xNXVRm5qJ8XWQWfS-2RzhNTUrU63_1g4dWrwEG9BrjzXnbB-jERzx6OAxGTzBXgh7OdouHsGoAdyjCx3gcn7lgVIg/s1600-h/wsengaged.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zxj2Yj4uaTN4Uswq1y7MBBExPyTAjSdXpjFbJ8qaX_pOGLN9n1xNXVRm5qJ8XWQWfS-2RzhNTUrU63_1g4dWrwEG9BrjzXnbB-jERzx6OAxGTzBXgh7OdouHsGoAdyjCx3gcn7lgVIg/s400/wsengaged.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422055313663726466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx16sIzxJ4wJc3LalHHsBuHd_YgnHTmtLvB1M2FrSNejYKAiLM4t720pyZ30GmkLMBSdHWgzOqTLV4j2s7YOytg1XxGP2Cp7Wz5iC0Yyn5b0GMWLDLk3NM1K1mbK7u3I2WRG7L2aua3M/s1600-h/joyandsprewed.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx16sIzxJ4wJc3LalHHsBuHd_YgnHTmtLvB1M2FrSNejYKAiLM4t720pyZ30GmkLMBSdHWgzOqTLV4j2s7YOytg1XxGP2Cp7Wz5iC0Yyn5b0GMWLDLk3NM1K1mbK7u3I2WRG7L2aua3M/s400/joyandsprewed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422056860222148914" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f0w3ftrEBmDjFvHxLm3Fu95Jgn6et9hi70gpe43qfFqisHjotFsHWujos16d8KkNCkhMrV7xe1FGv73r9oLFuAkAgwg_TWGhU_1vUzSUpvC0G2hsNOkV5cpgJai889fKFlHw263pO5E/s1600-h/w&s+wed11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f0w3ftrEBmDjFvHxLm3Fu95Jgn6et9hi70gpe43qfFqisHjotFsHWujos16d8KkNCkhMrV7xe1FGv73r9oLFuAkAgwg_TWGhU_1vUzSUpvC0G2hsNOkV5cpgJai889fKFlHw263pO5E/s400/w&s+wed11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422061927327510178" /></a><br />(front yard of this house)<br /><br />We opened Christmas presents in the downstairs family room.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUZum-9vN2plDgwAQ3HhPdh3gfUzqAlJOIxrVWQ2SntV-UaSLScg4ARikz3WY6qGdF3sc72cXm6cVRNryhdS7N3zjFJiyO9Z8Bjdv5UPHhtFH5SHP4nwW9zwWHx2qiq6-P4-MpyjRFE4/s1600-h/christmas94.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUZum-9vN2plDgwAQ3HhPdh3gfUzqAlJOIxrVWQ2SntV-UaSLScg4ARikz3WY6qGdF3sc72cXm6cVRNryhdS7N3zjFJiyO9Z8Bjdv5UPHhtFH5SHP4nwW9zwWHx2qiq6-P4-MpyjRFE4/s400/christmas94.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422052725370908482" /></a><br /><br />and had Family Home Evenings.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTjUG6wEqXOueBbtAN5MlO2M3_bO8YpA-jjvR6hwuL2oJhXxnGf1XzUyVPfZ3S48ZQGhcvQeLsZmFKGigy1DbvTqRsFFgf-tbkOp2Tq1vt8sHxlyp5BTofpHE0sTcD3aHs1wkRblEGy8/s1600-h/fhelroom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTjUG6wEqXOueBbtAN5MlO2M3_bO8YpA-jjvR6hwuL2oJhXxnGf1XzUyVPfZ3S48ZQGhcvQeLsZmFKGigy1DbvTqRsFFgf-tbkOp2Tq1vt8sHxlyp5BTofpHE0sTcD3aHs1wkRblEGy8/s400/fhelroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422055886088000978" /></a>(check out my dad's gnarly vid cam)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsCvcfVeiteM0Gi7qhVIvEJvP8VBM39R702U-4qpVGXhgQXuRT8PYh69VriSv672LUyelGdKHnFoDMMRW4roPZOnHc18Ik6hYES1Ne9yp7cyCl88rirDu0MSVTT4ba8j4o48kjHPQkEo/s1600-h/fheinkitchen.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsCvcfVeiteM0Gi7qhVIvEJvP8VBM39R702U-4qpVGXhgQXuRT8PYh69VriSv672LUyelGdKHnFoDMMRW4roPZOnHc18Ik6hYES1Ne9yp7cyCl88rirDu0MSVTT4ba8j4o48kjHPQkEo/s400/fheinkitchen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422054564098080706" /></a><br /><br />My mom and Mama Ginger helped me hang wall paper in my bedroom when I went through my peach and blue phase at the age of 12.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LNMhcV5qMhA5Yfe0klohuGB4gEVHvJUBnuQztOtRVGrlSWnfR8v_6EaBoJuLqeqJWlNNyGvBsSVuCMLHZjsa0zoEipmTPZQB56OR2Ksb_NND6q55mLexyKmqrlZqucDlqYPUJN5yyEw/s1600-h/mommgwallpaper.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LNMhcV5qMhA5Yfe0klohuGB4gEVHvJUBnuQztOtRVGrlSWnfR8v_6EaBoJuLqeqJWlNNyGvBsSVuCMLHZjsa0zoEipmTPZQB56OR2Ksb_NND6q55mLexyKmqrlZqucDlqYPUJN5yyEw/s400/mommgwallpaper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422059436994188210" /></a><br />My dad helped me paint that same room when I was 15. I wish I could remember the colors. Red and something I think. He listened to Les Miserables, Nirvana, and Garth Brooks with me to try and understand me better while we painted.<br /><br />This is what that bedroom looks like now:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCmnvqSCtdnrxmcrcIiHCErl4dtCwP0qHGukY6VzsPeixjwZadLJA0wNAWnJ9HqIgyaSv91WtTpTLSvxkddPlohD0lVvC4xju1PNua1OwlB9NdHGfjDqfJR9aHfbg3D7QLjHbc7yH4mM/s1600-h/downingfire1"><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/AVvXsEjSCmnvqSCtdnrxmcrcIiHCErl4dtCwP0qHGukY6VzsPeixjwZadLJA0wNAWnJ9HqIgyaSv91WtTpTLSvxkddPlohD0lVvC4xju1PNua1OwlB9NdHGfjDqfJR9aHfbg3D7QLjHbc7yH4mM/s400/downingfire1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421960519801288578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Notice the entire top floor is gone.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ou-upCobi6tUnpYDrgInEi7yclZeI00RDjHOaia4QAL-cjOqJeDn_G1fTpEgfxS54sP0qRecFoM02LZkH8jo8iyJ0Q8lnl6itVKoYKTBNL2zNONNZmihIpG8G5t_cuSTb856sAEbaeE/s1600-h/downinghouse6"><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/AVvXsEj7ou-upCobi6tUnpYDrgInEi7yclZeI00RDjHOaia4QAL-cjOqJeDn_G1fTpEgfxS54sP0qRecFoM02LZkH8jo8iyJ0Q8lnl6itVKoYKTBNL2zNONNZmihIpG8G5t_cuSTb856sAEbaeE/s400/downinghouse6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421961311336697650" /></a><br /><br /> <br />The only thing that remains up there is the lonely office window. The office is gone. So is the master bedroom w/ balcony that we used to jump off of into the pool, the bathroom, the library, and the big walk in closet. They are literally toast. <br /><br /><br />Mostly it is the memories of my older kids there that I miss. Wendell and I lived in Payson the first few years we were married, and we stayed at that house when we came into town. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JujElXlaaEw_63YGVxANbK3GMVxrKxWiz-AUKz8yCzBW3UkPGFXoUblfeKaA35-LfZt-TGp1Ehlo_GytYf2PFq_-PgOaMJx-Knbl2pP1bYDB257RxS4r-A3OPdmvWFiV0nmRx1zjk78/s1600-h/wsrinkitchen99.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JujElXlaaEw_63YGVxANbK3GMVxrKxWiz-AUKz8yCzBW3UkPGFXoUblfeKaA35-LfZt-TGp1Ehlo_GytYf2PFq_-PgOaMJx-Knbl2pP1bYDB257RxS4r-A3OPdmvWFiV0nmRx1zjk78/s400/wsrinkitchen99.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422053319116228642" /></a><br /> <br /><br />We celebrated Christmas there with the kids. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFCUUgy8KKDbpKawYMmX0kJmFaQWVG7BppNDM3WWhw8ITjOIElQAv-eBfMvmjK1W568JtzVD-7N3RaOKTj4ZXF9QzBo9c15Gkh-Eu6Gb8ArA_0lreaKVN1hX-fjyfCxWhgCHhQTUpJJQ/s1600-h/kwiseman.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFCUUgy8KKDbpKawYMmX0kJmFaQWVG7BppNDM3WWhw8ITjOIElQAv-eBfMvmjK1W568JtzVD-7N3RaOKTj4ZXF9QzBo9c15Gkh-Eu6Gb8ArA_0lreaKVN1hX-fjyfCxWhgCHhQTUpJJQ/s400/kwiseman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051208576192546" /></a><br /> <br /><br />And Easter.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMEg74ZdfPw_GFaLrpVYU_21iB8jOTJ9R1UI_UHJU9ozbBNOsQolMGACDgxAcqKC_lUXYEvD-m2OdEXxSifXGYtjOClYHDD-c660a_Iu4uggW1cWfsHGbXNEUuEzym4uxcpasxYN5lPA/s1600-h/easter99.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMEg74ZdfPw_GFaLrpVYU_21iB8jOTJ9R1UI_UHJU9ozbBNOsQolMGACDgxAcqKC_lUXYEvD-m2OdEXxSifXGYtjOClYHDD-c660a_Iu4uggW1cWfsHGbXNEUuEzym4uxcpasxYN5lPA/s400/easter99.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422052948264962674" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkP36g6pmvzBuB3CrPc8Okq4Ek8MUOjKon98yelJUtCzPm33c1px-N9_loChBro_Q8QaWoGSMetySAgYH4jKME5jlMHalmDbJHw-7UDglGWBFKTBfLuCl-dpOLcHgAPu03E8pdiQQiGaA/s1600-h/racheaster.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkP36g6pmvzBuB3CrPc8Okq4Ek8MUOjKon98yelJUtCzPm33c1px-N9_loChBro_Q8QaWoGSMetySAgYH4jKME5jlMHalmDbJHw-7UDglGWBFKTBfLuCl-dpOLcHgAPu03E8pdiQQiGaA/s400/racheaster.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422057875003911762" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br />We had Rachael and Kindyl's first few birthday parties and swim parties there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlB8mAV1BnVii0tO9OHeS3VZrFjloSGT9W2fuqOtHWmzvcWapSX0WHtQLDBgMNVG5h5V5e7aW_MDYoXi5P46swmU-1EV0csuiMI1tVAi5DA67Gvps9_-xZ1hxOfulviXA_IYRlVdHz-UM/s1600-h/r1bdaymesa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlB8mAV1BnVii0tO9OHeS3VZrFjloSGT9W2fuqOtHWmzvcWapSX0WHtQLDBgMNVG5h5V5e7aW_MDYoXi5P46swmU-1EV0csuiMI1tVAi5DA67Gvps9_-xZ1hxOfulviXA_IYRlVdHz-UM/s400/r1bdaymesa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422052158701271170" /></a><br />(Rachael's 1st)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzE_5jMVSyKW0Z5kK6-uiqd3JxWuJu_EUumJ1z0MZ6grxsSpmD4zAHlFG7JBDGKyN3m0mhyCAwWLqDhC6KXNpQjcn8oG8Uxg7_uc68hs6uHRHizQ7C5c-0T_medtqhJir-Gj_x6qyzM4/s1600-h/k2bdaypool.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzE_5jMVSyKW0Z5kK6-uiqd3JxWuJu_EUumJ1z0MZ6grxsSpmD4zAHlFG7JBDGKyN3m0mhyCAwWLqDhC6KXNpQjcn8oG8Uxg7_uc68hs6uHRHizQ7C5c-0T_medtqhJir-Gj_x6qyzM4/s400/k2bdaypool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051607690218466" /></a><br />(Kindyl's 2nd) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4jzIFOEFnEHEelxBwVQSB_eMUZ9_PZOL1Fb_wof3QHOo5VBxabCIVVM9RMF2gY4AKiRT4jYfSYUKi1-WibAbBbysocHarQbE1IEdhH8sNqsuo3msPVLtH_ND7eoihgQsTNPlkBM4Xx0/s1600-h/partytrampoliner2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4jzIFOEFnEHEelxBwVQSB_eMUZ9_PZOL1Fb_wof3QHOo5VBxabCIVVM9RMF2gY4AKiRT4jYfSYUKi1-WibAbBbysocHarQbE1IEdhH8sNqsuo3msPVLtH_ND7eoihgQsTNPlkBM4Xx0/s400/partytrampoliner2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422054140415672898" /></a><br /><br /><br />We took family Halloween pictures out front.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22qvwT8KFRLa-IY3cRze5FdmtFooY7GMD8iC16kTwc2BbhswSs27Zq4EMTHw1p6fN_t9fcpWqyhUAboottmeh969l-0IogcHoOXBasPW7bn8yHdNvPufmoFEnQz4Y3nW3vV72-JoMv9Q/s1600-h/halloween2000.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22qvwT8KFRLa-IY3cRze5FdmtFooY7GMD8iC16kTwc2BbhswSs27Zq4EMTHw1p6fN_t9fcpWqyhUAboottmeh969l-0IogcHoOXBasPW7bn8yHdNvPufmoFEnQz4Y3nW3vV72-JoMv9Q/s400/halloween2000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051469360825362" /></a><br /><br /><br />And big cousin pictures with the grandparents in the living room. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDja7CYq3nEei9K1kCRgqtQgYQE9iQyoRms5mP_6TTdEg3FPqX1VhKUQn12GrsmrrTHCN4t9iT2LN5R9e4Z86tkYgelePf_RO5Pw2v0fRm-JdnpcHM3bm7nynqojb6knyiu3KIt2FVE0/s1600-h/gmagpafampic99.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDja7CYq3nEei9K1kCRgqtQgYQE9iQyoRms5mP_6TTdEg3FPqX1VhKUQn12GrsmrrTHCN4t9iT2LN5R9e4Z86tkYgelePf_RO5Pw2v0fRm-JdnpcHM3bm7nynqojb6knyiu3KIt2FVE0/s400/gmagpafampic99.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422051783718218050" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHFumW_j2fIRX1yPHErgWoyF682ldwQb5-3y642WzEUMTeuSybvd0TSeLfGpUJKb8kOE_gjhIIWEurLGRsLpzGQYKH5MqBsf3X31kAaEFkRqt35BSwffgljLO_CNDwnU1jNz_zQ5pXm4/s1600-h/danikinsrach99.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHFumW_j2fIRX1yPHErgWoyF682ldwQb5-3y642WzEUMTeuSybvd0TSeLfGpUJKb8kOE_gjhIIWEurLGRsLpzGQYKH5MqBsf3X31kAaEFkRqt35BSwffgljLO_CNDwnU1jNz_zQ5pXm4/s400/danikinsrach99.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422053801916397954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I truly miss it. <br /><br /><br />The people we sold it to defaulted a couple of years ago, and it was on the market. Now I kind of wish we would have bought it. Now that we have 5 kids, those seven bedrooms and four baths would surely come in handy. Not to mention the 1/4 acre it sat on. <br /><br />Hindsight is truly 20/20.<br /><br />(though Wendell says he still wouldn't want to pay all the extra we would have to pay with the electric bill. Always the realist...)sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-88265495787271578192009-12-28T10:58:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:01:13.083-08:00BabiesI love the beginning of this. Apparently babies in Namibia are born with the same 'tude as my babies. Fabulous.<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aCZUb_dUGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aCZUb_dUGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />(stolen from <a href="http://wannabecrafter.blogspot.com/">Katie's blog</a>)sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-37913553478926426962009-12-28T10:34:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:40:48.179-08:00mErRy cHrIsTmAs!!!And a Happy New Year!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXAeQOJJna5odNiIvcdSbZ9xTp7hYbmaJiwdwYpj6QABpS558Ixs9NUOEu0y38sd4NW2j0kXJ_LxfVKC1g7HM9-DhaRw4g0m7fJRR8OuvxFal4EyID-vU7RYjvxlaPR5lYzLLQ_Au4o4/s1600-h/familypic09.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXAeQOJJna5odNiIvcdSbZ9xTp7hYbmaJiwdwYpj6QABpS558Ixs9NUOEu0y38sd4NW2j0kXJ_LxfVKC1g7HM9-DhaRw4g0m7fJRR8OuvxFal4EyID-vU7RYjvxlaPR5lYzLLQ_Au4o4/s400/familypic09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420358781503614738" /></a><br />So I'm a little late....sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-82976712527562434772009-12-19T22:25:00.000-08:002009-12-19T23:33:07.388-08:00Thanksgiving!I thought it might be a good idea to post about Thanksgiving before Christmas. Yes, I have been a serious blog slacker, it's true. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireId_YW92VWGEIsfCWYY53aisVIvFZUIos14nVtL3-ZdvDPvIADCyuXutiTJ0aMCtwZwWzUxNRzIkTuQJh3beriUvYpPx227tRaSTMFarOPvzgQ4Aqz03f78S4U0nYh8YAB2yQL_ARMA/s1600-h/familypictureproffitt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireId_YW92VWGEIsfCWYY53aisVIvFZUIos14nVtL3-ZdvDPvIADCyuXutiTJ0aMCtwZwWzUxNRzIkTuQJh3beriUvYpPx227tRaSTMFarOPvzgQ4Aqz03f78S4U0nYh8YAB2yQL_ARMA/s400/familypictureproffitt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417201289302117970" /></a><br />This is the group we had for Thanksgiving. That is nine out of 11 siblings and our families. We are missing Jacob's family and Russell's family. Which is kind of funny. Because part of the reason we moved Thanksgiving to Friday was so that Russell's family could make it. 10 out of 11 is kind of impressive for our family. But they ditched us. What can you do....<br /><br />You can tell by the above picture that we decided to do a giant family photo. We haven't done this in years. Mostly because of sheer volume;)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdXodQU0AnUAtqfyN_YGiSwqgJH46CalgXtHzlgSOa3I048swcuVGni5isVm0NhlLIe5Y1DJx05-D59lZzNNtZq5a6ZfblkuPaZfju-rfVF9o8c8ET-B71M9pJgu0eyqZ39ivIDfrSD8/s1600-h/100_0040.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/AVvXsEjBdXodQU0AnUAtqfyN_YGiSwqgJH46CalgXtHzlgSOa3I048swcuVGni5isVm0NhlLIe5Y1DJx05-D59lZzNNtZq5a6ZfblkuPaZfju-rfVF9o8c8ET-B71M9pJgu0eyqZ39ivIDfrSD8/s400/100_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417202719439857378" /></a><br />(these are the crazy 12ish year old girls. They like to take silly pictures. See:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6kIzi9-eJwXr-zg3w7vYN7HsZVI_rgdrRO4lwxPb2-beq5GwCMANRGW8N_wiM9BdB7-7ljr6eFyFl0_ckxQTl8vcmFh2wLlUX8imQMsphdfJ2KDoRSvFH7jrT9YCWPt7Bq4pHid3cmg/s1600-h/defgh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6kIzi9-eJwXr-zg3w7vYN7HsZVI_rgdrRO4lwxPb2-beq5GwCMANRGW8N_wiM9BdB7-7ljr6eFyFl0_ckxQTl8vcmFh2wLlUX8imQMsphdfJ2KDoRSvFH7jrT9YCWPt7Bq4pHid3cmg/s400/defgh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417203111594432994" /></a><br />(seen here plus two 16ish year old girls...)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmIXbGCvMFADOUTHVXdap32KYCfGfx-pLB1-dqqIh3Iu9Ia8VexALj19CoRtnn0BHfN5DfUmFMnQ6aLyvL7AZUNiMxi6n-rjUmLLn3cmiXmPyDUjbeLBcjXwTeJkCdF0VpvbQin1OC0I/s1600-h/proffittsiblings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmIXbGCvMFADOUTHVXdap32KYCfGfx-pLB1-dqqIh3Iu9Ia8VexALj19CoRtnn0BHfN5DfUmFMnQ6aLyvL7AZUNiMxi6n-rjUmLLn3cmiXmPyDUjbeLBcjXwTeJkCdF0VpvbQin1OC0I/s400/proffittsiblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417206285466897186" /></a><br />(Proffitt siblings minus two. I don't think I noticed before, but my brothers are kind of hairy lawyers...)<br /><br /><br />After we took some pics we had our usual over the top ginormous Thanksgiving feast. I won't go into details...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImXlTfs8s7xanGrnJYH3DUMYOWnlm5PYN6GBBYnHnCQPiIYJik9i36pfcujc4u_fvF1A1OC85lJb1UAeEgwzmsA4YokbMYFSw86BituSmuC_x8KGEUX1Qen2BMYW2cp0l2bfIYRFNgGA/s1600-h/100_0053.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/AVvXsEgImXlTfs8s7xanGrnJYH3DUMYOWnlm5PYN6GBBYnHnCQPiIYJik9i36pfcujc4u_fvF1A1OC85lJb1UAeEgwzmsA4YokbMYFSw86BituSmuC_x8KGEUX1Qen2BMYW2cp0l2bfIYRFNgGA/s400/100_0053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417203968973087570" /></a><br />But as you can see it was fabulous weather for eating outside...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlxiI8LyrBp9xST8pVzijCT3nUjqvAtcP5057GOmycqTLIJ3lWUD8muf-MTLQSC3tbFMRIs22eP3GX7e14_FSlykyJo7swIjjmNxPpKP7pmt3-MqgJ5L_rXkcxEzZKnOy7rnEfsgXL8MI/s1600-h/100_0055.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/AVvXsEjlxiI8LyrBp9xST8pVzijCT3nUjqvAtcP5057GOmycqTLIJ3lWUD8muf-MTLQSC3tbFMRIs22eP3GX7e14_FSlykyJo7swIjjmNxPpKP7pmt3-MqgJ5L_rXkcxEzZKnOy7rnEfsgXL8MI/s400/100_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417204699912897218" /></a><br />Notice the bouncy slide in the background. This is why our kids are usually hungry when we get home from family functions;) Keep a look out for the bounce house and the two under ground trampolines too...<br /><br />After dinner we had the Proffitt family olympics, of course. Rebecca sets this up and most of us love it...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwb93RBE_B7618k4xYZyPDLqgAQwHRZ8MQdFc0Og3A2U9ChGAdq6elPDRetFx5KViqx7As6ZHF3f8jnCD8ywiCVASjUg94sE6y1Vz42Szy17NkpKmr5D2h6AJBstVgGwxKic4ekx-ID9U/s1600-h/100_0088.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/AVvXsEhwb93RBE_B7618k4xYZyPDLqgAQwHRZ8MQdFc0Og3A2U9ChGAdq6elPDRetFx5KViqx7As6ZHF3f8jnCD8ywiCVASjUg94sE6y1Vz42Szy17NkpKmr5D2h6AJBstVgGwxKic4ekx-ID9U/s400/100_0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417208556670092690" /></a><br />that is Mitchell kickin' some trash in the gunny sack races...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1roK8mI1pYmPc5FTO0oW-tp77WRGuKrfsF-mXqH5tRbYGk2G8LnG3WMh1yXJdRpYEF-ghnQlA0Ek0I5zV3JDXxiXQw85E8eq3jV7jh8UT9EQ3lspEZXvYbkH87EhSgRtXaai879P3ps/s1600-h/100_0067.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/AVvXsEgt1roK8mI1pYmPc5FTO0oW-tp77WRGuKrfsF-mXqH5tRbYGk2G8LnG3WMh1yXJdRpYEF-ghnQlA0Ek0I5zV3JDXxiXQw85E8eq3jV7jh8UT9EQ3lspEZXvYbkH87EhSgRtXaai879P3ps/s400/100_0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417208999247807490" /></a><br />I don't remember what this game was, but it looks like fun, doesn't it?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6y9qkVRL1S0IG3xD2LE03VkivxuKZCu5N8xShs3NpwHY3HA_pT82L22KcbNmVBjrym5G-SdqWdthYo5vZPc8lZ3LXcakFsGHpLIUoLrlPzjrdwAgwsEAfSs22w_hhQmJKynMb1Ikl8s/s1600-h/100_0070.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/AVvXsEiO6y9qkVRL1S0IG3xD2LE03VkivxuKZCu5N8xShs3NpwHY3HA_pT82L22KcbNmVBjrym5G-SdqWdthYo5vZPc8lZ3LXcakFsGHpLIUoLrlPzjrdwAgwsEAfSs22w_hhQmJKynMb1Ikl8s/s400/100_0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417209556173912226" /></a><br />Rachael and Breazy in the foreground competing in the three legged race. Mitchell and Miranda are that blur behind them...true, that kid is kind of competitive.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZOTnsALcPLGw2wB88C1e3gkFYQYJWOGPTVe0hHOs8YeE-6IGwwRklCNwfLpa2fR_tFqP1MLqKB1koKXlJBTes5zxyJ49SUB7SiOO5c-YGu0rWa3rasmDCuDndkmFeDnV_O960P5OLj0/s1600-h/100_0072.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/AVvXsEhsZOTnsALcPLGw2wB88C1e3gkFYQYJWOGPTVe0hHOs8YeE-6IGwwRklCNwfLpa2fR_tFqP1MLqKB1koKXlJBTes5zxyJ49SUB7SiOO5c-YGu0rWa3rasmDCuDndkmFeDnV_O960P5OLj0/s400/100_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417211847732458562" /></a><br /><br /><br />Abigelli wanting to join in<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlFcEAIMmyRffBOA8HyVcePGCyg35rbY1OYcD8GoDRyUQAy8o0qfCH2posNCADAWgE7Aw9peGnyddB9wrNT9PpIYZz6m7VClApRSL7k2fKOYiUKVUdPUizdLVr9mQQOkB0PJGulw95bQ/s1600-h/100_0074.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/AVvXsEgxlFcEAIMmyRffBOA8HyVcePGCyg35rbY1OYcD8GoDRyUQAy8o0qfCH2posNCADAWgE7Aw9peGnyddB9wrNT9PpIYZz6m7VClApRSL7k2fKOYiUKVUdPUizdLVr9mQQOkB0PJGulw95bQ/s400/100_0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417210423505532450" /></a><br />There she goes! <br /><br />Where is Brenley? This is where I found her:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vJTVA4GDKvtj8YkTtTPx1RB-U7_TLyJVgh9tY_7UrENndYEY5c6Qjw2AR0gzMz5aEilBluSuZfJMKPOFau7yx82CKRi0WntHLvT9drT3aLVt3Cn_wfTKZ5htnOXTLjOWHHX4mFA64Fw/s1600-h/100_0077.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/AVvXsEh0vJTVA4GDKvtj8YkTtTPx1RB-U7_TLyJVgh9tY_7UrENndYEY5c6Qjw2AR0gzMz5aEilBluSuZfJMKPOFau7yx82CKRi0WntHLvT9drT3aLVt3Cn_wfTKZ5htnOXTLjOWHHX4mFA64Fw/s400/100_0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417212393765871730" /></a> Sitting on the trampoline painting Addy's nails. Yes, it is perfectly normal for 3 and 4 year old girls to paint each other's nails...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlAgqY5t57sy3zUn3F-_mFOnkcs3r_SvBQuNRN1ohZRGUSFpg0DdflX46UQziHVh1ylZKo7W0iMl8nd4-OovAxktE753GPXyZ4mLd2xK2lnZFbPzauEFs1aY9H-JHO_aL_VCd9uCnpio/s1600-h/100_0082.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/AVvXsEgqlAgqY5t57sy3zUn3F-_mFOnkcs3r_SvBQuNRN1ohZRGUSFpg0DdflX46UQziHVh1ylZKo7W0iMl8nd4-OovAxktE753GPXyZ4mLd2xK2lnZFbPzauEFs1aY9H-JHO_aL_VCd9uCnpio/s400/100_0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417213014923766930" /></a><br />and again on top of the bouncy slide. I swear I hid that nail polish. She found more. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zq0xhrkvxBxvm0Mv10kWpUogepFXowEOArvwKIj6SEsJC1Ro9fVBtAhlLw926fjQ4q2DcSPg50vqWH5VR5JIqCXhyphenhyphennpmHNA4RTDpfHODDw4KdOxWGPGUDLTj2I6nuVZPNqivpSR_deM/s1600-h/100_0014.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/AVvXsEj_zq0xhrkvxBxvm0Mv10kWpUogepFXowEOArvwKIj6SEsJC1Ro9fVBtAhlLw926fjQ4q2DcSPg50vqWH5VR5JIqCXhyphenhyphennpmHNA4RTDpfHODDw4KdOxWGPGUDLTj2I6nuVZPNqivpSR_deM/s400/100_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417213434629474882" /></a><br />So we put the little girls in jail, where they couldn't do it again. Or the bounce house.It's a rough life...<br /><br />Mitchell got to spend some quality time with the boy cousins. There aren't many of those, and he'll take the opportunity when he can. It is tough to constantly be surrounded by sisters.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7AqwfvzeZ6ZaZCqTWUNolBO0ew8f9nm_JFI5hEQYgAJvChn4yDTL5YCWnxlfF32sBhpZfWP_TitL7RvrkVV9rV4LgFeDdR-w4rgK8vJ9y6TakmuVilnpXdBDI2O1FFK2LPekAW8qHEE/s1600-h/100_0057.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/AVvXsEhH7AqwfvzeZ6ZaZCqTWUNolBO0ew8f9nm_JFI5hEQYgAJvChn4yDTL5YCWnxlfF32sBhpZfWP_TitL7RvrkVV9rV4LgFeDdR-w4rgK8vJ9y6TakmuVilnpXdBDI2O1FFK2LPekAW8qHEE/s400/100_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417215039219860162" /></a><br />Kindyl was there too. But she must have been hiding most of the time.Poor un photographed middle child.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUG5xZRNog3oFv-CHVvioA8dsWD-iPBFc3xwZ_t7gqXyZWz_rGaecNbteL2Ps2crB5KK64nUZD9-RQ5dEFHulT1i7aGzNDa-1K4SdGLOKQgXBfbbu5YvPZ0Yw7TuIH3J0e-LahFrOl2D8/s1600-h/100_0029.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/AVvXsEhUG5xZRNog3oFv-CHVvioA8dsWD-iPBFc3xwZ_t7gqXyZWz_rGaecNbteL2Ps2crB5KK64nUZD9-RQ5dEFHulT1i7aGzNDa-1K4SdGLOKQgXBfbbu5YvPZ0Yw7TuIH3J0e-LahFrOl2D8/s400/100_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417214524550301042" /></a><br /><br />After it got dark we dragged out all of the chairs and pillows and blankets, turned on the projector, and watched Up! on the side of the house. With ample supplies of pie and hot chocolate of course.I'm not sure why I didn't get any pictures of that. Maybe they are hiding with all of the pictures of Kindyl;) Oh well.sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-18826004541088668822009-12-17T09:28:00.001-08:002009-12-17T09:28:29.572-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTA3MDUyODkzNyZwdD*xMjYxMDcwODk*MDMxJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*3MDkyNmMxMzMwNmY*OTE1YmFhMTM5NDhkNWU5NjI3ZiZvZj*w.gif" /><div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A428314' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=etXegNoUaCYADG0A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=etXegNoUaCYADG0A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=etXegNoUaCYADG0A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Send your own <a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'>ElfYourself</a> <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a></div></div>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-17255188433489539482009-12-16T16:37:00.000-08:002009-12-16T17:52:02.370-08:00I'm Finally Selling Them...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNAozRFqV-TT0bzwBO4y8LEzOj2PhpSvILazVWJoJMKq429BakTOPEv6lsMCX0MsX-Cd-b1aB_BGtYyOwd6dUmqp5c4oFafSkawRn0dG7DateV39W72O70jBGBCVwqot9Ua4DiL3HlyI/s1600-h/SDC11869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415999707196371714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNAozRFqV-TT0bzwBO4y8LEzOj2PhpSvILazVWJoJMKq429BakTOPEv6lsMCX0MsX-Cd-b1aB_BGtYyOwd6dUmqp5c4oFafSkawRn0dG7DateV39W72O70jBGBCVwqot9Ua4DiL3HlyI/s400/SDC11869.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOxo8iFvv0mhhvMNSETUz9uVBP4OzGhnDs5zE-RyBC9mV8N60JgQvHDOmkkHbn5Jd5ICx1-lxAXSqdjUCMm4Xp1NQWIsJJIQ2qBiIjrNXLB1u04htmK104j9uEhYr0VoWC5Ee9lasdrs/s1600-h/SDC11867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415999491991360434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOxo8iFvv0mhhvMNSETUz9uVBP4OzGhnDs5zE-RyBC9mV8N60JgQvHDOmkkHbn5Jd5ICx1-lxAXSqdjUCMm4Xp1NQWIsJJIQ2qBiIjrNXLB1u04htmK104j9uEhYr0VoWC5Ee9lasdrs/s400/SDC11867.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0mJ24iyaA-W5q2aqkD7smZDp1093zsJIkkcbwmP9CmYayGwYiRqWYddFbK0K3P5Kjqtiv3poQNwp2AxaOKw8vl3wxiR7OA0M10ANYe0mIYH2iUIC2Ea6GNvHwOMR7MmiwkHcT0XDoBg/s1600-h/SDC11838.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415999321951016626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0mJ24iyaA-W5q2aqkD7smZDp1093zsJIkkcbwmP9CmYayGwYiRqWYddFbK0K3P5Kjqtiv3poQNwp2AxaOKw8vl3wxiR7OA0M10ANYe0mIYH2iUIC2Ea6GNvHwOMR7MmiwkHcT0XDoBg/s400/SDC11838.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCXRL6ajCinHuYIHUNIpij7fUlMZ6GYVSvxUoIXYMmgjV9RNOs-U1oqF5u8l6mUcfvNP2DS9fXlBBs_LevgEuBQzIiJPh26SlbzFHTyD0JZ7UcXVRnz9lNy0noHtKmsuUAX91UzKQ9B8/s1600-h/bigpink.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415999124127792082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCXRL6ajCinHuYIHUNIpij7fUlMZ6GYVSvxUoIXYMmgjV9RNOs-U1oqF5u8l6mUcfvNP2DS9fXlBBs_LevgEuBQzIiJPh26SlbzFHTyD0JZ7UcXVRnz9lNy0noHtKmsuUAX91UzKQ9B8/s400/bigpink.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I know I've been talking about this for a while and some of you have heard it. If you know me you know I make a lot of flowers. For my 4 girls, for gifts, and some of my friends buy them from me. Recently a friend told me that she would much rather pay me to make them then make them herself.<br /><br />So here's your chance! I've finally decided to open the flower blog that Rachael set up for me months ago.<br /><br /><a href="http://sherrysflowers.blogspot.com/">Go here</a>. And I will try not to be offended when it doesn't get much traffic;)sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-21989654422961717642009-11-08T13:29:00.000-08:002009-11-08T14:47:35.187-08:00Halloween!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xSteHLZQPIH3n4rSTxQi9NmGOPLSzBL0QRb5v_PXTwhAlcmd_BEPjE1VlVyXsX6mdjGoZcCdqWAVEX-36MiumEx5PRqug-g84N2oIf3kOlxy1t1qd1VjvByCNggz9p9OYqAxi2oAVeo/s1600-h/SANY0071.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/AVvXsEi9xSteHLZQPIH3n4rSTxQi9NmGOPLSzBL0QRb5v_PXTwhAlcmd_BEPjE1VlVyXsX6mdjGoZcCdqWAVEX-36MiumEx5PRqug-g84N2oIf3kOlxy1t1qd1VjvByCNggz9p9OYqAxi2oAVeo/s400/SANY0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401852998940589970" /></a><br />Honestly, I have a couple of deep and thoughtful posts to write that I would like to preserve for posterity. But I am going to procrastinate. This is a particular talent of mine. Instead I am going to post about Halloween, because it is easy and there are many pictures involved;) <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWcDYPeLKpOK2_xabIkZxwhyphenhyphenV9A0olSHQVwRaynPYkLHOF27u4f8UdxDz6BALu8bdO9d7mwh23lzXDKwW9K0sEJUI96twHkdGGafUxmQ-OCtgN8emelDA2T38HT7-LY4FkNoDNJruVWU/s1600-h/SANY0019.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/AVvXsEiGWcDYPeLKpOK2_xabIkZxwhyphenhyphenV9A0olSHQVwRaynPYkLHOF27u4f8UdxDz6BALu8bdO9d7mwh23lzXDKwW9K0sEJUI96twHkdGGafUxmQ-OCtgN8emelDA2T38HT7-LY4FkNoDNJruVWU/s400/SANY0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401853599174370978" /></a><br />(Abigail and Teichert playing on the little playground)<br /><br />We started with a little Halloween pre party at Grunyon Run<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJuiuFIfiopHChBrJ7XjJ-7uDbdI-zAXkuvBr1yi27E8bPEEPiyMpWZapExMWlEHTHF0QKnV6YD31UL2uHWuniYRxp4hXOcB514dM_X1IAYBbqacZPs_FsYqeCASC5DwLIQsmOA9Mp4g/s1600-h/SANY0021.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/AVvXsEhbJuiuFIfiopHChBrJ7XjJ-7uDbdI-zAXkuvBr1yi27E8bPEEPiyMpWZapExMWlEHTHF0QKnV6YD31UL2uHWuniYRxp4hXOcB514dM_X1IAYBbqacZPs_FsYqeCASC5DwLIQsmOA9Mp4g/s400/SANY0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401854193928651106" /></a><br />(Trigg, crabby Brenley, and Addie on the big playground)<br /><br />Where we had lunch, apple bobbing,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RUwuwWCHK_JGtvuHSZBisqtv0Ju3wAS1sqDukDhsfHZgMQLc9dehEP_Gk6LuSCwJ9yhYudfee7mIM81k_9AdXTMjrHJJJ6Bs5LfrT3HPKrfny6NSdN0j0OiEL0CMpLh5Bv3kGk0Q-24/s1600-h/SANY0046.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/AVvXsEi8RUwuwWCHK_JGtvuHSZBisqtv0Ju3wAS1sqDukDhsfHZgMQLc9dehEP_Gk6LuSCwJ9yhYudfee7mIM81k_9AdXTMjrHJJJ6Bs5LfrT3HPKrfny6NSdN0j0OiEL0CMpLh5Bv3kGk0Q-24/s400/SANY0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401854726580812674" /></a><br /><br />and pumpkin carving<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBbmueyUmGj0FkWW-LjBQZ4VcNVIa_NY4l-O8bI38Vx-InGY3eAuDIIh7uE-Y1Pq67RBnnpcr8TC51OsHe9-ppkK9KF4ojj6AQglyOfKnkUnUo0f2qlXlziitoMGHozYWTqQS4Mc4DbY/s1600-h/SANY0038.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/AVvXsEhyBbmueyUmGj0FkWW-LjBQZ4VcNVIa_NY4l-O8bI38Vx-InGY3eAuDIIh7uE-Y1Pq67RBnnpcr8TC51OsHe9-ppkK9KF4ojj6AQglyOfKnkUnUo0f2qlXlziitoMGHozYWTqQS4Mc4DbY/s400/SANY0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401855158117445090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv4gJZbpl_WjScm6BDS4eNLYVEzNx8Ko3IjsJ6DxFApMVGfZ-teWwHL9kZPCZqT9hfhyphenhyphenCof_kXYWeVQ-g9hqb5ODJm520yHNOuQeUd5rUHwzXLjGSh_MLRcsUv9DmlC8pqx-3ClrVsZw/s1600-h/SANY0034.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/AVvXsEjEv4gJZbpl_WjScm6BDS4eNLYVEzNx8Ko3IjsJ6DxFApMVGfZ-teWwHL9kZPCZqT9hfhyphenhyphenCof_kXYWeVQ-g9hqb5ODJm520yHNOuQeUd5rUHwzXLjGSh_MLRcsUv9DmlC8pqx-3ClrVsZw/s400/SANY0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401855529409152578" /></a><br />And the finished products:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqEJGKLY6qT7AFyNImGiQevaFzA2MNcF_5SgyR3DjhGPrYch5Ea5Hg9uum8Xmlfcu95iV5qQte77BP9nJyNTN0ofUGbS-MOQQtr5jcrAEYMYfBFyZzFYF120sweHU4i7_gO2OyNd02Rg/s1600-h/SANY0103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqEJGKLY6qT7AFyNImGiQevaFzA2MNcF_5SgyR3DjhGPrYch5Ea5Hg9uum8Xmlfcu95iV5qQte77BP9nJyNTN0ofUGbS-MOQQtr5jcrAEYMYfBFyZzFYF120sweHU4i7_gO2OyNd02Rg/s400/SANY0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401856451809093602" /></a><br />(Mitchell's, Rachael's, and Kindyl's)<br />Yes, that is the pi sign. Rachael wanted to carve a "pumkin pi". Hilarious. I know;)<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mNHVnhpNdyKZQYu5fD_GY9oUU5E6IGA_kOo_EF1XirI8UngBZo60o5_OKVgk8OJmX2duIzchIkVEc_leO7nWP_u_qigyYATrD1Z98n6htheGh3p5tCJUts0a37e5bB1clwdiorg8IPg/s1600-h/SANY0033.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/AVvXsEg0mNHVnhpNdyKZQYu5fD_GY9oUU5E6IGA_kOo_EF1XirI8UngBZo60o5_OKVgk8OJmX2duIzchIkVEc_leO7nWP_u_qigyYATrD1Z98n6htheGh3p5tCJUts0a37e5bB1clwdiorg8IPg/s400/SANY0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401857213202104962" /></a><br />and of course the best part, hanging out and playing with cousins.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX4um_fTUooXxxxQQP9qYSLWniMHulgkM9HDL73sOp1xs8Ur2AWa7wXf1PybfKBagdX-r1sDrFqQJSlsp_Qovzfmu2h4AK19XEaM8hyphenhyphengD6lx-cacPSBMJxR1V10jRWpqd3-j0oCj1XrM/s1600-h/SANY0028.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/AVvXsEinX4um_fTUooXxxxQQP9qYSLWniMHulgkM9HDL73sOp1xs8Ur2AWa7wXf1PybfKBagdX-r1sDrFqQJSlsp_Qovzfmu2h4AK19XEaM8hyphenhyphengD6lx-cacPSBMJxR1V10jRWpqd3-j0oCj1XrM/s400/SANY0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401860129022620818" /></a><br />(Callie and Rylie)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiuBBLs6cbvF9On4exl1kPY0VLmL0mYrI_Zc_QmB4vcroZ6pVc807A2GGfc416jAwwW6bKu7c0uHCiIssCdX5yer_39LYUqEGcc1g5HP4SFjWU70bpqDn_GAeAYWu1zLBU_x851Q1ELU/s1600-h/SANY0053.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/AVvXsEjwiuBBLs6cbvF9On4exl1kPY0VLmL0mYrI_Zc_QmB4vcroZ6pVc807A2GGfc416jAwwW6bKu7c0uHCiIssCdX5yer_39LYUqEGcc1g5HP4SFjWU70bpqDn_GAeAYWu1zLBU_x851Q1ELU/s400/SANY0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858130889435042" /></a><br />with the Queen smack in the middle of it all, of course.Swinging with her sisters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8SaFt7NYXGIQ9Ra_Ok1X9-laXhLeSRsPCcUJTKHADoOCrOYHXX3pZtOgLXuOiUoc9zpBopA6MtsUBAgFCvi2eGTC5tQO72fh-P8XArkWU22bbfdpb5tpixDumPVEaMh_3Anr32ZBPIA/s1600-h/SANY0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8SaFt7NYXGIQ9Ra_Ok1X9-laXhLeSRsPCcUJTKHADoOCrOYHXX3pZtOgLXuOiUoc9zpBopA6MtsUBAgFCvi2eGTC5tQO72fh-P8XArkWU22bbfdpb5tpixDumPVEaMh_3Anr32ZBPIA/s400/SANY0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858994282201010" /></a><br />And mooching food from her aunties.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcHwzjyBhSwmC6PFYL-toqY-yJ3LNouhRtggkL0-DaJVBIOvkvyEa2amA2LZAV0ojY8gBHkD5xE51az7QV5HnKVK6s9fMfax0gwNCFvGP6zCGlHQXdTOZSn5BgdBU5CGJ6IAcwKw6F1w/s1600-h/SANY0049.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/AVvXsEiCcHwzjyBhSwmC6PFYL-toqY-yJ3LNouhRtggkL0-DaJVBIOvkvyEa2amA2LZAV0ojY8gBHkD5xE51az7QV5HnKVK6s9fMfax0gwNCFvGP6zCGlHQXdTOZSn5BgdBU5CGJ6IAcwKw6F1w/s400/SANY0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401859558735982546" /></a><br />She knows she can get whatever she wants from Joy.<br /><br />That night our ward holds a big neighborhood Halloween Carnival. We have dinner, games, prizes, cotton candy, you name it. It is always a good time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Purqro1xLB4AnfasanXV5N_6BHFrukcvc4Tn2k4iGRFvQjSLMi9AOuldCHt_66vm5g8qYa9pyibwAy1cmGQ2zpcgjRyHfT5kfm9kKa65Y76Ia4RNMV-XrJeOviG41le-1bXqGyH4Imo/s1600-h/SANY0089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Purqro1xLB4AnfasanXV5N_6BHFrukcvc4Tn2k4iGRFvQjSLMi9AOuldCHt_66vm5g8qYa9pyibwAy1cmGQ2zpcgjRyHfT5kfm9kKa65Y76Ia4RNMV-XrJeOviG41le-1bXqGyH4Imo/s400/SANY0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401860850760412322" /></a><br />Abigelli got a taste for cotton candy. I think she had two at one point. Heaven for a one year old.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhac3VRnHv7eAf72WYPy8iPlQ5i3JE9PGC0Xwzu__2ZfcZXbI2wnv5Rt2KrFRTxu-g7T2EONimRVfCtgROd-eTTSqHhvTZM6LwlApdA9g9rMaw-VzrEFEHXyruLyhdKiQkVz5v5dxzJQwY/s1600-h/SANY0082.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/AVvXsEhac3VRnHv7eAf72WYPy8iPlQ5i3JE9PGC0Xwzu__2ZfcZXbI2wnv5Rt2KrFRTxu-g7T2EONimRVfCtgROd-eTTSqHhvTZM6LwlApdA9g9rMaw-VzrEFEHXyruLyhdKiQkVz5v5dxzJQwY/s400/SANY0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401861511489706242" /></a><br />Mitchell won a b b gun. I think that was his favorite part. I thought his nerd costume may have been a little too convincing....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyTOJwbqsW6OXiMlss7HVrMT_UgnRmbxBzIite5WZ4ZDcZkVFN7ANFeRIaRfw2DfbmT_hpLXEv6jQUb89gZdjErjG_TEvKq0eWCbcToCdwTsyPXEJgtsVHEeDiYwL_KFLT4nfw3qKleg/s1600-h/SANY0081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyTOJwbqsW6OXiMlss7HVrMT_UgnRmbxBzIite5WZ4ZDcZkVFN7ANFeRIaRfw2DfbmT_hpLXEv6jQUb89gZdjErjG_TEvKq0eWCbcToCdwTsyPXEJgtsVHEeDiYwL_KFLT4nfw3qKleg/s400/SANY0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401862434295195506" /></a><br /><br />Lovely. <br /><br />We have a lot of adults in our ward who dress up and they are fantastic. Sometimes I have the nerve and gumption to do it myself and soemtimes I don't. I didn't take pictures because I thought it would be rude. But we had a couple of swine flus, a pretty cool cave woman, an awesome raggedy anne and Andy, some seventies couples, and my personal favorite, Popeye and Olive Oyl. Those two were perfect. I really wish I did have some pictures of them!<br /><br />We brought the stroller for Miss Abigail to ride in, but guess who really thought it was the funnest?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TR0N26nyAkxyXlo9BYMfv1_-Ji_1_OoD5AjVAWMG-TslGuO3TH0cRuVRmTRDWEFBEoeX6eSLEW_yQUnEOatGTJgxCsO1MkpN6SoFNak9T-U9f7qld1eiCYSsjHqttJ_QkDwmnwR1U60/s1600-h/SANY0079.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/AVvXsEj_TR0N26nyAkxyXlo9BYMfv1_-Ji_1_OoD5AjVAWMG-TslGuO3TH0cRuVRmTRDWEFBEoeX6eSLEW_yQUnEOatGTJgxCsO1MkpN6SoFNak9T-U9f7qld1eiCYSsjHqttJ_QkDwmnwR1U60/s400/SANY0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401866007907938690" /></a><br />After that Wendell took Mitchell and Brenley Trick or Treating and Abigail and I stayed at the house to pass out candy. <br /><br />Rach was out watching a movie with her friends, (and too cool to dress up, obviously) and Kindyl went Trick or Treating with her friends.<br /><br />Later we had to take down all of our Halloween decorations. I was sad to see some of them go. But it is nice to be able to keep the Fall decor.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6Ww5bW4W1ZxuWlf2z0K7Jt7kfEib_tGEQUI6nalm-uiOUwL30mniw-1gwk5u8KhPbhma4DQFov8LZ9uvzA_HutM_77TanB0Ovim_LCdkzacjOciKYKZPLNdSdzRw3n9kub2gvwqdBjk/s1600-h/SANY0115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6Ww5bW4W1ZxuWlf2z0K7Jt7kfEib_tGEQUI6nalm-uiOUwL30mniw-1gwk5u8KhPbhma4DQFov8LZ9uvzA_HutM_77TanB0Ovim_LCdkzacjOciKYKZPLNdSdzRw3n9kub2gvwqdBjk/s400/SANY0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401864751879119330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PAoJLlpozDVHpqvpK7fGAUPFUOADwWwk3yUxAIfkH7F_VTFk4zKY6EFAps_Wf0RJV3T7M7QAHWhgrAmkOCXBGaOlywpB9LpvSv_jiy0pq6UxsfQDRPn3YtCPahyQNMq1J3xmVgDDi-0/s1600-h/SANY0113.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/AVvXsEh4PAoJLlpozDVHpqvpK7fGAUPFUOADwWwk3yUxAIfkH7F_VTFk4zKY6EFAps_Wf0RJV3T7M7QAHWhgrAmkOCXBGaOlywpB9LpvSv_jiy0pq6UxsfQDRPn3YtCPahyQNMq1J3xmVgDDi-0/s400/SANY0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401865452110419586" /></a>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-3197727001160253562009-10-16T21:57:00.000-07:002009-10-16T22:18:30.255-07:00In Your Opinion...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzorehuE3DDMDvwEDYmx8fvgnx1AJqlaUxIHkiJXxNkGCQei7sfrFvBJNafIP0HG7Px3dkjtBlN8SXx5m1Gz_KIEiJTuZz0h2VWZWbXcu-6KLZrs-yf1nwjkVf6FaZNJLcJXfV4iknvc/s1600-h/S4200166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzorehuE3DDMDvwEDYmx8fvgnx1AJqlaUxIHkiJXxNkGCQei7sfrFvBJNafIP0HG7Px3dkjtBlN8SXx5m1Gz_KIEiJTuZz0h2VWZWbXcu-6KLZrs-yf1nwjkVf6FaZNJLcJXfV4iknvc/s400/S4200166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393433183131164178" /></a><br />I have a little dilemma involving Rachael's report card. <br /><br />I pay my kids for every A on their report card. (go ahead. Judge me.;) <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK82Wtg9FDjsKvrzWfk0W692G6QHR90KYtz6BSx7MVLAO9iS_OCYj4TBqsBmPePEnEH8soL2TPdtH0Bcl35KE96cxp7l4vL8JCqHeGgMYWLqRPb1wctj4Di6mC_5EtHPwYn1lrgshDt_A/s1600-h/A+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK82Wtg9FDjsKvrzWfk0W692G6QHR90KYtz6BSx7MVLAO9iS_OCYj4TBqsBmPePEnEH8soL2TPdtH0Bcl35KE96cxp7l4vL8JCqHeGgMYWLqRPb1wctj4Di6mC_5EtHPwYn1lrgshDt_A/s400/A+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393429003033468354" /></a><br /><br />This is usually a cut and dried procedure, and not that difficult to deal with. Other than a bit of a hit to our wallets.<br /><br />This time it is a little different.<br /><br />Rach got mostly a's this semester. She got two bs. One in Accelerated Math, and one in ELP Social Studies. <br /><br />My first reaction is to pay her for the 4 she received. But the Bs were both in advanced classes. And she got As in her other two advanced classes. If she were in High School, and those classes were weighted, they would count as As, right?<br /><br />And besides, it is her first semester in Jr. High. So maybe I should cut her some slack. <br /><br />Her teacher comments were fabulous. <br /><br />She has gotten all of her homework done this semester, a problem we have had with her in the past. And I am tempted to reward this behavior. <br /><br />So the question is, do I pay her for 4 As or 6? <br /><br />If I pay her for 6 does she not try as hard in her advanced classes in the future? <br /><br />I know, hard question. (Wouldn't it be nice if this were my biggest problem right now?) <br /><br />your opinion?sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-82849126131532718122009-10-16T00:21:00.000-07:002009-10-16T00:45:06.531-07:00My Parenting Quote of the Day<em> <strong>"You have not failed as long as you have tried"</strong></em><br /><br />President Gordon B. Hinkley<br /><br />Found in this month's Visiting Teaching address. go <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=true&locale=0&sourceId=1f1b31f3db7e3210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">here</a>.<br /><br />Apparently there is a reason we are called to do our visiting teaching.<br /><br />I have had a harder time healing from this surgery than I should have and have not been a very good parent.<br /><br />I have thought to myself at least once this week,:<br /><br /><em><strong>"That's it. I've totally ruined my kids"</strong></em><br /><br />And now I have a little hope.....sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-37739572548360166302009-10-09T12:04:00.000-07:002009-10-14T15:39:43.551-07:00All Hail the Queen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsd02m9AHCV-oWWtpxaa02vXNDH-bliWBIEO_W7JZ8yeXFYlmca_6MwrBA3eJei4AIvGCqbIZDmhxjvO_D3_Orx9grGYDdUF3DU4VAFQlHUbhd7GJFD99poVo8s1y0MUn-Zx20CFPLxI/s1600-h/S4200143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsd02m9AHCV-oWWtpxaa02vXNDH-bliWBIEO_W7JZ8yeXFYlmca_6MwrBA3eJei4AIvGCqbIZDmhxjvO_D3_Orx9grGYDdUF3DU4VAFQlHUbhd7GJFD99poVo8s1y0MUn-Zx20CFPLxI/s400/S4200143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390690910160138082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />That's right. It's Queenie's birthday today. No matter how hard I tried to will this day away, into the distant future it was not to be. My baby is growing up. <br /><br />How did she go from this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J-eDGjhG7DHMihuLwFI1YAmCovpJ7EzdZK2alukIPnPmgkpJiIbZAHiZKs0f8D_99AeBRjGo6C1lrdRNTQI0RuAFxT4c7Z3dENwmllNk4gcB0SsAG2orwBShO1cO_nFjsoG88O1GR0g/s1600-h/Macnab-color_1008_041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J-eDGjhG7DHMihuLwFI1YAmCovpJ7EzdZK2alukIPnPmgkpJiIbZAHiZKs0f8D_99AeBRjGo6C1lrdRNTQI0RuAFxT4c7Z3dENwmllNk4gcB0SsAG2orwBShO1cO_nFjsoG88O1GR0g/s400/Macnab-color_1008_041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390681413830483778" /></a><br />to this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOWbAqmYuuGi_CHePBesVhzVyx3LWgzWA-7XFv_qEniug4jaUkOUlKU1O_QMcHG0ZzPVQiwbKxrsTK0Zo62ZFWX__vsBgcJ_P6pYktGs6SwhnZrfJNvw2R8OWm5ybBwTWnyn7NSOuGT0/s1600-h/S4200266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOWbAqmYuuGi_CHePBesVhzVyx3LWgzWA-7XFv_qEniug4jaUkOUlKU1O_QMcHG0ZzPVQiwbKxrsTK0Zo62ZFWX__vsBgcJ_P6pYktGs6SwhnZrfJNvw2R8OWm5ybBwTWnyn7NSOuGT0/s400/S4200266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390685344234383922" /></a><br /><br />independent little thing. <br /><br />Who told her she could grow up so fast? O.K. So she is still tiny. And she still likes a snuggle. But she also likes to walk and talk.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIZz28GLChzoHAkbO4AcSxO23wgBmQf2KWYhIB8oRx_1oE5szDc4OjVSXNk72KTsfEcMNkQDtoqY2M-YjTKXVxX59R8wLQwvGWQ39_Go9tjdWn9GZ2xuF7tLWrml39yh4N3_lelucB3c/s1600-h/S4200253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIZz28GLChzoHAkbO4AcSxO23wgBmQf2KWYhIB8oRx_1oE5szDc4OjVSXNk72KTsfEcMNkQDtoqY2M-YjTKXVxX59R8wLQwvGWQ39_Go9tjdWn9GZ2xuF7tLWrml39yh4N3_lelucB3c/s400/S4200253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390686104414462962" /></a><br />and say hello. And bye bye. and babble about the kind of day she has had... <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpnTs-1D_nb1hQygNfL7pCYs98-AV6uP5ZR3aHxfN8mHAegb-snFDDrKlFuSmY6bTtal2hQvGfToGXbyiz5uua2ati2jWcxh2fajmXPmm6YNfEZmvaPkvCu1Ji0a1kOezTWReF7FNtxM/s1600-h/SDC11776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpnTs-1D_nb1hQygNfL7pCYs98-AV6uP5ZR3aHxfN8mHAegb-snFDDrKlFuSmY6bTtal2hQvGfToGXbyiz5uua2ati2jWcxh2fajmXPmm6YNfEZmvaPkvCu1Ji0a1kOezTWReF7FNtxM/s400/SDC11776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390687263855446594" /></a><br /><br /><br />More on the joys and sorrows of my baby growing up later. But for now it will suffice to simply pay homage to her majesty on her birthday.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4KVWD23ROZAvAVn3ErDdvdXZ4vuM1CyVCjJtwHu9H1Oqby4USSk-BxXPaXLxG0YxXzpeZYVo15RrUbjkgeBVbuzqbYZ6dSMb8XXueA7peYjZUSSBowY75qeF7r6NBvSFXaTYNLoa2fo/s1600-h/SDC11568.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4KVWD23ROZAvAVn3ErDdvdXZ4vuM1CyVCjJtwHu9H1Oqby4USSk-BxXPaXLxG0YxXzpeZYVo15RrUbjkgeBVbuzqbYZ6dSMb8XXueA7peYjZUSSBowY75qeF7r6NBvSFXaTYNLoa2fo/s400/SDC11568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390689194477379058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnK8mzGXtQnYLhyphenhyphenp_1797fABTyurK7Xa8qWKsk-LsLDZr2AaZW4F8cJPSXzlPfeldr6EQjg5I2_-sK2eLTQuhd6wyNSL_KYzYWnFC2nd_9koyFBCDrxs5C_9mUgZWc49Zw7ZUFy2coeSQ/s1600-h/S4200142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnK8mzGXtQnYLhyphenhyphenp_1797fABTyurK7Xa8qWKsk-LsLDZr2AaZW4F8cJPSXzlPfeldr6EQjg5I2_-sK2eLTQuhd6wyNSL_KYzYWnFC2nd_9koyFBCDrxs5C_9mUgZWc49Zw7ZUFy2coeSQ/s400/S4200142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390689876897363298" /></a>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-62969072133794842372009-09-15T13:13:00.000-07:002009-09-15T23:05:56.107-07:00Falling for FallI don't know why I am so obsessed with it this year! It may stem from a subconscious thought that if I love Fall enough it will actually get here and cool off this desert. I pulled out my Fall decor and realized the blaring absence of a nice Fall wreath. The nice ones are expensive. So I went to my Happy Place (Hobby Lobby) and bought some supplies to make one. I don't know what came over me, but I needed it NOW! (I know you are surprised to hear this, but I am a little impatient)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LnktdmVqdRTPyrGbEf93UErlOQZJAB-1a0BiH1JmpLxUrfwb36Zk_TwVETTc_RmPBqNlfha-j8-J2F0PdsEc13qwBoolg9dKJ2ObTkFoyhFa_O7UrobGzhL5YgrJR2LOwYWO1Coqx4k/s1600-h/S4200221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LnktdmVqdRTPyrGbEf93UErlOQZJAB-1a0BiH1JmpLxUrfwb36Zk_TwVETTc_RmPBqNlfha-j8-J2F0PdsEc13qwBoolg9dKJ2ObTkFoyhFa_O7UrobGzhL5YgrJR2LOwYWO1Coqx4k/s400/S4200221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381921489761230530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8PXZlzXwBX_nN4iPNZcQHdslCRzJ3T5-wzPMgnrPRZBd7o9GbAfbmqXF9Mr1T_V3SYSKkd1-_wxgBjRUYYY6VzTnFh3WuZSQSVTO0NpqKObhN0rpJHv6sFYGd7MnKRbXpnY7WXS5bMQ/s1600-h/S4200223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8PXZlzXwBX_nN4iPNZcQHdslCRzJ3T5-wzPMgnrPRZBd7o9GbAfbmqXF9Mr1T_V3SYSKkd1-_wxgBjRUYYY6VzTnFh3WuZSQSVTO0NpqKObhN0rpJHv6sFYGd7MnKRbXpnY7WXS5bMQ/s400/S4200223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381921728242485826" /></a><br />(why 2 pics? I can't decide whether to keep it on my security door or my regular door.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgittTMqnQOdw77C8ph7xkTnVbVpa-CynZaP0_80roTY6GwlF_oWnD7u4Z56vijJnBRrZ8wi_waH_IrVNVGarIOs2zD3Q5GUcG00bTHrqHOIqZhK56Btm7RQFklTSXu4l6vR3OgIJKtzOA/s1600-h/S4200195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgittTMqnQOdw77C8ph7xkTnVbVpa-CynZaP0_80roTY6GwlF_oWnD7u4Z56vijJnBRrZ8wi_waH_IrVNVGarIOs2zD3Q5GUcG00bTHrqHOIqZhK56Btm7RQFklTSXu4l6vR3OgIJKtzOA/s400/S4200195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381942459660139730" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fall doesn't seem enough. I actually need it to be Halloween. I don't even like Halloween! But I do this year. I don't know why. I kind of blame other bloggers. People are so creative and make it look so fun! It started last year, I think. My <a href="http://greggarn.blogspot.com/">sister's</a> <a href="http://oncloud8.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-almost-here.html">BFF</a> goes all out on Halloween, and her blog post made me think it can really be done with style.(see <a href="http://oncloud8.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloweeeeeeeen.html">this post</a> too) Wow, those guys are amazing. <br /><br />And today I saw a <a href="http://believeittoseeit.blogspot.com/">friend's blog</a> post featuring this picture: <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4E_glR76WxCOSJdGtrt0pkpPAsrt18T_my9AebzxL4n7_Gk4WLUSvpJSiAVEVQBvH31K1wzybOfAuZFwVbJ0bdE4rklwjovMrQNhotjx6p4re_53Sh1YFuorrN7ybzE__-oACWtJC6U/s1600-h/halloweenpic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4E_glR76WxCOSJdGtrt0pkpPAsrt18T_my9AebzxL4n7_Gk4WLUSvpJSiAVEVQBvH31K1wzybOfAuZFwVbJ0bdE4rklwjovMrQNhotjx6p4re_53Sh1YFuorrN7ybzE__-oACWtJC6U/s400/halloweenpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381791531656844706" /></a><br /><br />I thought it came from a magazine before I read it, but it actually came from <a href="http://www.inthefunlane.com/2009/09/halloween-entry.html">this blog. </a> I love it! I want an entry just like it. I want stairs to hang bats on. The black and white to me is just stunning. Maybe I can do something around my piano in my own entry, which is actually just part of my Living Room. Hmmm....I'll let you know what I figure out. <br /><br />My poor husband can't be thrilled. Though my little home made wreath wasn't very expensive, it still cost a little money to make. And now I want to rethink and redo all of my seasonal decorating. Which won't be cheap. Somehow I don't think that is where he wants me spending our limited funds...who needs food and clothing, really?sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-60230158772468883702009-09-11T23:22:00.000-07:002009-09-11T23:52:11.855-07:009-11<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7d-O1moypVnLHR0WoM1_PQpaT6lDDJlA0Ux5CwZWhMaZ_9pWS8rJwuvf5auZAj5aznthDle48H3lhUZSZYbhjUqyPKLUaf-wEtUqvWj3ZHa3zBr3uoUVWpNWeEoGhfDDSD7HZwvQDzw/s1600-h/flag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7d-O1moypVnLHR0WoM1_PQpaT6lDDJlA0Ux5CwZWhMaZ_9pWS8rJwuvf5auZAj5aznthDle48H3lhUZSZYbhjUqyPKLUaf-wEtUqvWj3ZHa3zBr3uoUVWpNWeEoGhfDDSD7HZwvQDzw/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380467826244058130" /></a><br /><br />I am feeling more patriotic this 9-11 than I have in the past. <br /><br />At first I couldn't figure out why. My kids are all decked out in red white and blue for spirit day and at first it didn't hit me why they were dressed like that.(I was a little groggy from not enough sleep)Mitchell asked me why there was a flag in our yard. I wondered if it was possible that I hadn't explained it to this child. All I had to say was 9-11 and he remembered. Good. He does know.<br /><br />When I found out about the attack 8 years ago I was not watching the news. I was watching Sesame Street. Rachael was getting ready for Pre School, Mitchell was crawling around the floor, and I was getting toddler Kindyl some breakfast. <br /><br />Wendell called and asked if I had the T.V on. I informed him that of course we were watching PBS as usual. He told me to change the channel. "Which channel?" "any channel" So I did.<br /><br />And watched a recap of the first tower. Then I saw the second plane hit. My reaction? "What are the chances of that?!" Yes, I thought it was an accident. Twice. <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KtsGuGZFhbyyxkvP0k9ATsyWm9H8ixfZuMygHa9VSi22LgFJo0Pix-tnyF35HUt4fmtPBrQ-vlvG-o-d67DqSh8rOzFJck879Z5gkBwf_KT2qavStvaU9oZyMAX5ZJxpUac-vjuBzvI/s1600-h/2nd+plane+hits.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KtsGuGZFhbyyxkvP0k9ATsyWm9H8ixfZuMygHa9VSi22LgFJo0Pix-tnyF35HUt4fmtPBrQ-vlvG-o-d67DqSh8rOzFJck879Z5gkBwf_KT2qavStvaU9oZyMAX5ZJxpUac-vjuBzvI/s400/2nd+plane+hits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380467944788579410" /></a><br />You may think I am a retard! But I was a little bit sheltered, and terrorism didn't even enter my head. Why would it? No one had done that before. I wasn't paying attention to politics; I had three tiny children at the ripe age of 24. <br /><br />Now I am much better informed, but I am not sure that is a good thing. <br /><br />That is why I am feeling more patriotic. Nothing makes you more thankful for your freedom than the fact that your liberties are in danger of being taken away....and America may not be the same country it once was.<br /><br />I don't think I am the only one, either. I walked into Rachael's choir room today to pick up her dress. At first I thought I was walking into her old school where everyone wore uniforms. Old school colors? Red, blue and khaki. And the choir room was filled with red white and blue. I didn't see one person wearing anything else. We may all be a little more patriotic today...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxihZ9uAANQ2_-14GyO1oEQHgr1Z46H7-Wt2PjX0DChcfYYKzJNnSkN6yrMp1kokaudXbuqFAhou5ACW8Y_XQS3hnM3ZOWXz1Ht4s8SV65d0zdosv_mW6kSSVigKs9xYo0S4Nt3wyd8zM/s1600-h/redwhiteblueclothes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxihZ9uAANQ2_-14GyO1oEQHgr1Z46H7-Wt2PjX0DChcfYYKzJNnSkN6yrMp1kokaudXbuqFAhou5ACW8Y_XQS3hnM3ZOWXz1Ht4s8SV65d0zdosv_mW6kSSVigKs9xYo0S4Nt3wyd8zM/s400/redwhiteblueclothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380468094511532546" /></a>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-11801953909816384142009-09-11T14:04:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:11:29.699-07:00An Overview of America and the 9-12 projectI really enjoyed this video and will probably watch it again. It is nearly 30 min long but worth it. You really mainly need to listen, so i could turn it on and go do my thing. I especially liked the explanation of the difference between a democracy and a republic. And this quote: "When the government starts doing something for one person it has to take from another to do so, and in the process gains control over both." Also helpful: How fascism and communism can't be considered far right. Very informative and useful.<br /><br /><embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=6732659166933078950&hl=en&fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash> </embed><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=156643531448&ref=nf">Facebook | The 9.12 Project Main Event (Utah, USA)</a>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-49730590555856438932009-09-01T09:52:00.000-07:002009-09-01T10:40:53.233-07:00Should I be Concerned?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTPCdFVKshssvyeBs9wWDPjwPgLkRSi0-Xcrgmc0CQKoe8FfESVY2xAsCV-va83SQNHMXDXlLuSN0p0DZT5q0pLOOF0j0murnAMgtyBFm2wik_ie_6381paoYTl1TH5XBPw27-ZmWJto/s1600-h/S4200175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTPCdFVKshssvyeBs9wWDPjwPgLkRSi0-Xcrgmc0CQKoe8FfESVY2xAsCV-va83SQNHMXDXlLuSN0p0DZT5q0pLOOF0j0murnAMgtyBFm2wik_ie_6381paoYTl1TH5XBPw27-ZmWJto/s400/S4200175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376543731990204962" /></a><br />That this child has been obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance? <br /><br />O.K it is kind of my fault. I was looking up some dances I had missed on You Tube while Bren was on my lap. Now all she wants to do is watch "the dancers on the computer." <br /><br />I am pretty sure she loves the outfits best. "Mommy, find me the one where the girl is wearing a white shirt and yellow shoes" Or "Hey, mom, I want to see the girl dance in the blue dress. Can I get that dress for my birthday?" "I can't get that dress huh mommy, because it would show my belly button." <br /><br />She also loves the scary ones. Vampire dance? Fabulous. Everyone dressed as zombies? Great. She is mesmerized. Who is this kid? <br /><br />I try to keep her from the most provocative ones. But I realize it's still probably not good.... <br /><br />Hey, she's 3. It all goes over her head, right? I tell myself that when she says, "Hey Mom! Want to see my Boom Boom dance?" ;)<br /><br />My all time favorite:<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u5v99Kt5as&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u5v99Kt5as&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object> <br />You just don't see a man move like that often....<br /><br />Brenley's definate favorite:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuQ0em0H0-k&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuQ0em0H0-k&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /> Appropriate? I know it. She just thinks it's funny when the boys use the pom poms. All over her head, right? She'll watch this over and over and over again.(Maybe I shouldn't have showed her how)<br /><br />Any Bollywood style dance is the Cheetah Girls dance. This is her favorite in that style. "The Cheetah Girls dance with all the girls"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/edrCrxIzNq0&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/edrCrxIzNq0&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And this is:"The one with the white shirt and yellow shoes. Where they do the wormie and she grabs his belt. You know Mommy" Ya, I know. I love these two together myself. This is one of my favorites too....and Bren seems to be partial to hip hop.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c355HSj0EYM&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c355HSj0EYM&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Some of her favorites are surprising. Like this one:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzOJH_IDpd8&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzOJH_IDpd8&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_profilepage&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /> It is probably her second favorite after the cheerleader dance. She LOVES it. I don't know why. Should I be concerned? <br /><br />We probably need to spend some more time in the car, where the playlist consists of Abigail's lullabies and church songs....<br /><br />The Brenners isn't feeling well today. Her "mouth hurts" (I think it is a sore throat, and she has a fever) So we have been doing this all morning. <br /><br />The sacrifices we make for our children...sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-32106367501874537022009-08-25T15:03:00.000-07:002009-08-25T23:36:14.144-07:00Where is the Love?There has been an epidemic. Have you noticed it? Everyone is going private. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiHkpzR7_iZHqcRFnsi1DJjSWvjBZMH1vFIAk8q8qKU6u-nQaEbU0Se7TYUC5ETHPhUIb3oU7VOvuhjTBn0_L08b0tR4XpQzjWKBfrfQl2ODO7G9B6lwrmNSkt-VApOModXSTOHbFB_o/s1600-h/private.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiHkpzR7_iZHqcRFnsi1DJjSWvjBZMH1vFIAk8q8qKU6u-nQaEbU0Se7TYUC5ETHPhUIb3oU7VOvuhjTBn0_L08b0tR4XpQzjWKBfrfQl2ODO7G9B6lwrmNSkt-VApOModXSTOHbFB_o/s400/private.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374147380235739906" /></a><br /><br /><br />I kind of hate it. <br /><br />No offense to those of you going private, I totally understand your reasons. Really. You are good moms. <br /><br />In fact some of you are my favorite people. <br /><br />It is just harder to follow blogs that won't pop up on my googlereader.<br /><br />It has also raised some questions of blogging etiquette. What do you do if someone wants to be invited and you don't want to invite them? Do you just ignore them? <br /><br />This has happened to me. <br /><br />There is an old friend who shall remain nameless. Though this post won't say anything bad about her. I actually really like her. still. <br /><br />Our husbands worked together about 10 years ago and we were good friends. I knew some of her family since I was really young. We went to dinner together, we went to a company overnighter at a resort together, we did softball together, etc. Family baptisms. I even subbed in her bunko group. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmF1l9EPc8-2EOXlftDQFscZM0RlpcyWfVMePtTdVnT9-nZ2tIazxVII6jW4XsHVC9d3boTP8wHN3AxzjvvVRotxSMXnQMu0R4Ze7YaEYisVIEE1NuhKPGPcaDuWjO272T0oV4guHTmHc/s1600-h/bunco3.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmF1l9EPc8-2EOXlftDQFscZM0RlpcyWfVMePtTdVnT9-nZ2tIazxVII6jW4XsHVC9d3boTP8wHN3AxzjvvVRotxSMXnQMu0R4Ze7YaEYisVIEE1NuhKPGPcaDuWjO272T0oV4guHTmHc/s400/bunco3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374148019786777922" /></a><br /><br /><br />She and her husband were hilarious. Hilarious! You couldn't NOT have fun around these two. In fact her whole family would crack you up. They are a close knit family, and you can't help but feel good just being around them. <br /><br />But I have suspected for a while that she didn't like me anymore,which prompted some soul searching and introspection. <br /><br />I am not really a fan of introspection as a rule. I don't really like to evaluate my faults. But it is necessary sometimes in order to avoid them in the future.<br /><br />We fell out of contact with these friends about 7 years ago when our husbands stopped working together. Not right away, though. We had babies at the same time when I had Bren, and we e mailed pictures. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmfAb4-WT1HMLbOSM7TUplQitXnOK3-RmAwdNHvAxWZx6AjtGXlkfW2CAoipzpM7PtaR6A8i1m6F9K-FZpr_29evLPdfV4JiSZS3CImAnIdSUHhd9QR6C7FHIlnkc-U6EA4mJmLu4bfQ/s1600-h/twinbabies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmfAb4-WT1HMLbOSM7TUplQitXnOK3-RmAwdNHvAxWZx6AjtGXlkfW2CAoipzpM7PtaR6A8i1m6F9K-FZpr_29evLPdfV4JiSZS3CImAnIdSUHhd9QR6C7FHIlnkc-U6EA4mJmLu4bfQ/s400/twinbabies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374149027098348098" /></a><br />We have brought over Christmas goodies once or twice. We have been over there one other time recently, and Brenley still talks about their three year old, which is kind of sad. Because she doesn't know why I can't take her to her little friend's house. And our husbands will still talk to each other from time to time. <br /><br />7 years is a long time! My kids were young. Rach was only five, Kindyl 3, and Mitchell was a one year old toddling around. I was a little immature myself I think (25 years old) <br /><br />I was still new at this parenting stuff, and was more fixated on certain things than I should have been.<br /><br />Our friends were a little bit older, had been parents for longer, and were a little bit more relaxed. Kind of like we are now. <br /><br />This and my immaturity were my downfall, I think. Though I couldn't say for sure. <br /><br />This is what I think happened, pure speculation mind you. I talked too much about my kids education, possibly making it sound like my kids were way more brilliant than hers. (which is not the case, by the way, I never thought her kids were anything less than fabulous) At the time I had Rachael at a private Montessori school and had to get a scholarship and clean the school twice a week in order to pay for it. Crazy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyP0FpC-wauVrVkhbF_GJJTLv7pHqFf-6ur4XlOh0hW1YnQVXOXDBJ9YkwHcKNjq83okqvsvcX2PWRj7hhm60UodL9dQ4q1SfHmOZsTXC_PeJY3CQKmFFVA78wIXbI_vHz4xXIjO7qa8/s1600-h/mis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 56px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyP0FpC-wauVrVkhbF_GJJTLv7pHqFf-6ur4XlOh0hW1YnQVXOXDBJ9YkwHcKNjq83okqvsvcX2PWRj7hhm60UodL9dQ4q1SfHmOZsTXC_PeJY3CQKmFFVA78wIXbI_vHz4xXIjO7qa8/s400/mis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374149629777061698" /></a><br /><br />I think I may have been a little obsessive about my weight and working out. I had been on bedrest with Mitchell for 5 months and put on a few pounds. (in retrospect, I really wasn't very big. Amazing what time and two more kids can do for your perspective )I had also just started going to the gym everyday, which was kind of a big part of my life. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PDhYSZO5h0rIPPW0yx2rL8GIdiFbLstNlQik1rV_vxtv5Kx3GT_H-PmzNKW1_RUQBpsrz9iybUlW2WEhi9yk3iJv9odIPIaXg6_leWGKVBeIwSEx9H3VqONrvXE7IAp16Zc7rj4xvFU/s1600-h/gym.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PDhYSZO5h0rIPPW0yx2rL8GIdiFbLstNlQik1rV_vxtv5Kx3GT_H-PmzNKW1_RUQBpsrz9iybUlW2WEhi9yk3iJv9odIPIaXg6_leWGKVBeIwSEx9H3VqONrvXE7IAp16Zc7rj4xvFU/s400/gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374150548042518210" /></a><br /><br /><br />In short, I may have been a little obnoxious. I also remember a phone conversation with her where I may have freaked out a little. I was panicked about something not getting done in time and ticked at Wendell about it. Again, it was my first time doing it and I overreacted.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm4Kk4Q1OqXmsxXV5nR-3Irbha4bE_vxgNDT8w1Dk9AAEluweCJ8JVV77gaOPj-HXziFK6pNlz08H_7uqajLcuXeKgY_jNQuSqQDrloSRlDOYbqLiql-yQLOspXyJUk4OK9KklPrskR4/s1600-h/panic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm4Kk4Q1OqXmsxXV5nR-3Irbha4bE_vxgNDT8w1Dk9AAEluweCJ8JVV77gaOPj-HXziFK6pNlz08H_7uqajLcuXeKgY_jNQuSqQDrloSRlDOYbqLiql-yQLOspXyJUk4OK9KklPrskR4/s400/panic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374150889811463474" /></a><br /><br /><br />That and a few other things that I can think of. There were things I would do differently now, to say the least.<br /><br />As I was thinking about this, it reminded me of someone I recently met and hung out with a few times. She always seemed to point out how much more money her husband made. And how much more righteous her boys were. And a few other things that drove me nuts. <br /><br />After a couple of times I told myself it just wasn't possible to be this person's friend. She would drive me crazy! <br /><br />But then I realized something. She probably wasn't trying to make me feel bad. She was trying to make herself feel better. She may be a little insecure. But not a bad person. After a while it was obvious that this was the case. And now she is actually a pretty good friend. (though I still have to just smile and nod when she says rude things)<br /><br />Had I been doing this too all those years ago? I admired my old friend. I admired her family. Was I insecure about my own? Perhaps. Did I come off the same way toward her? I don't know. <br /><br />But it is possible. <br /><br />When we lost touch I missed them. Because, like I said, they were both hilarious! They were good parents with great kids and fun to be around. Her husband was a good example to Wendell. (He doesn't need good examples now, of course because he is perfect;)but this was years ago, before he had perfected himself)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiaxqWwFJ-nYomVzNTPNePtcV4cgZ0Umuj4fdNh5wOvT4HltpZmRZlokb3Fd3uDBFrSJxx-5jRjv5umS4T4HetLJwMGv77A1C-ygSk5cTW7TWATGq-LbWBZ6i_a_vB4gLML0C8sCLDSY/s1600-h/softball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiaxqWwFJ-nYomVzNTPNePtcV4cgZ0Umuj4fdNh5wOvT4HltpZmRZlokb3Fd3uDBFrSJxx-5jRjv5umS4T4HetLJwMGv77A1C-ygSk5cTW7TWATGq-LbWBZ6i_a_vB4gLML0C8sCLDSY/s400/softball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374151655637968386" /></a><br /><br /><br />I told myself it was because they didn't work together anymore. And they moved 30 minutes away. Etc. But in the back of my head, I think I knew she just didn't like me. <br /><br />What? How could that be? ;)Crazy I know.<br /><br />Anyhow, when I started blogging I came across her blog. It was nice to keep up with her cute little family. I even commented once or twice. When she never commented back, I didn't think too much of it. She might just be the type that doesn't comment, right? There are plenty of people like that. It didn't really bother me .<br /><br />Until she decided to go private and asked for e mail addresses. I commented and gave her mine a couple of months ago. Then she went private and I am not invited. <br /><br />Am I mad at her? Honestly, not at all. It is her blog and her family and she has every right to invite whomever she wants. And frankly, she has legitimate reasons not to like me. Nobody should have to stay in any kind of relationship that they feel is toxic. <br /><br />Mostly I feel regret. Regret for a friendship I have lost. And hurt, of course...<br /><br />My sister thinks I should have Wendell ask the husband what's up. Since this is all speculation and they are still in occasional contact.<br /><br />But I am too scared! I don't want to know for sure that she thinks I am a horrible person. Assuming may be better than knowing. By assuming, I can leave a tiny little option open in the back of my mind that it may have been an oversight. Or that she typed in my e mail address wrong. Etc. <br /><br />I am a coward. <br /><br />What would you do in this situation? Say it is no big deal (it really shouldn't be) and ignore it? Tell yourself not to obsess over this one person? That is probably what I should do. But I kind of feel this need to know. <br /><br />Should I have Wendell ask and potentially put these people on the spot? Possibly make them feel the need to lie about it to spare my feelings? Is that really fair? <br /><br />What do you do?sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-56801266114517951372009-08-22T10:06:00.000-07:002009-08-22T10:07:22.451-07:00You're Never Alone<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIrGKB5nRKE&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIrGKB5nRKE&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419960872642228771.post-4338879760010115362009-08-21T10:55:00.001-07:002009-08-21T23:04:06.356-07:00Back To School...and a Little Fashion Show;)Nope, didn't get pictures all together. They go to 4 different schools and start at different times. The girls are just waking up when this kid heads out the door at 7:15 for carpool...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QnaggAy2j2xTAu0hPL845LzTet1XyEWKLmmwtcDYJGnR_i90FyhtMRYXCBUZSxT7jK7yXDcqVwBYHtlrw90CLgLR7y9BWF6MNk2DW0IHsvjourt_KOjUXMh9nn_C46jahputcNfVJ1A/s1600-h/S4200154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QnaggAy2j2xTAu0hPL845LzTet1XyEWKLmmwtcDYJGnR_i90FyhtMRYXCBUZSxT7jK7yXDcqVwBYHtlrw90CLgLR7y9BWF6MNk2DW0IHsvjourt_KOjUXMh9nn_C46jahputcNfVJ1A/s400/S4200154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372477518558257378" /></a><br /><br />The boy. It is so nice to have a boy. Their fashion is so simple, and they are not particular. Third grade this year for Mitchell. I can't believe it. <br /><br />I have been trying to talk him into going to our neighborhood school this year instead of the Montessori school he has always gone to. I pulled the girls out in third grade because I figured ELP was good enough, and they didn't need a special school anymore. <br /><br />His response?:"What! I would have to sit in the same desk ALL DAY!" and "I would have to learn the same stuff the rest of the class is learning instead of what I want to learn!" <br /><br />Too true. But he would be able to ride his bike to school at 8:25. Instead of me driving carpool at 7:15. Very tempting for this mama...<br /><br />.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLWeOAJ2VcvysIlYT5N_0uLyWuq_maMkd5iShgn7VjoH9ZTW3-35glUGsonQp122vWMJqYCBYmKmG7WHgQcSAqTEZUg8HndKHzqjv3E6kvhSRb77bhiCC8JpKKxRF4ZfwEDw3H4IK6R8/s1600-h/S4200158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLWeOAJ2VcvysIlYT5N_0uLyWuq_maMkd5iShgn7VjoH9ZTW3-35glUGsonQp122vWMJqYCBYmKmG7WHgQcSAqTEZUg8HndKHzqjv3E6kvhSRb77bhiCC8JpKKxRF4ZfwEDw3H4IK6R8/s400/S4200158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372479326722411874" /></a><br />This child is seems to be growing up behind my back. When did this happen? She is already in 5th grade. And will be 11 soon. <br /><br />Kindyl is still my easy going low maintenance child. Let's hope it stays that way. I am not ready for another high maintenance tween...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1sGTnBPqXNwFziPjJYiUUl7u8nieFrNC67_fkz1EC8W7o9Lmp9Grs2nbyJ8YdV-CqXagE2Y1s0w6ePFYO5UnYA7byhgmMtnrlTvmLRjrEu9X0QA5jzJXvINwa9BGTbs6WedX1WXZSps/s1600-h/S4200162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1sGTnBPqXNwFziPjJYiUUl7u8nieFrNC67_fkz1EC8W7o9Lmp9Grs2nbyJ8YdV-CqXagE2Y1s0w6ePFYO5UnYA7byhgmMtnrlTvmLRjrEu9X0QA5jzJXvINwa9BGTbs6WedX1WXZSps/s400/S4200162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480604005848866" /></a><br />(Second day. And she didn't want to look up. Something about not liking a fake cheesy picture smile...or she just didn't want to quit texting. I pick my battles...)<br /><br />I forgot to take this child's picure on the first day. But I came accross these photos on my camera. Rachael and Kindyl were apparently taking photos to judge the best outfits. I think this is what she wore first day. Minus the ever important jewelry and hair, of course. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINKzErF2Nj6pOn5IqPZPC5tN9oBYXVreMBt-DF2RppIIF12nKChfJ8tWN4pActy7hQftTBDfnnqNfsOZb0AZeZzl7CBiEAad7Ohf5Z82LHRY1FQUWZZzjV2s4NtSPnkhZnsRf_GonF4s/s1600-h/S4200017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINKzErF2Nj6pOn5IqPZPC5tN9oBYXVreMBt-DF2RppIIF12nKChfJ8tWN4pActy7hQftTBDfnnqNfsOZb0AZeZzl7CBiEAad7Ohf5Z82LHRY1FQUWZZzjV2s4NtSPnkhZnsRf_GonF4s/s400/S4200017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480392261184898" /></a><br />But I don't know for certain. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvRtrFv8QWvUJb92J_7tfoK-HzbZv0FiM5kg4zQAEsflHmSRSJA4BMdR2swYXdVQ-5JIv0bWRtBh7dwA0RRD2otzhrryf4uXrKUk-t7MrYv2ZNZNxQKUg8OD9gpIZostThz52Vsg7f-E/s1600-h/S4200175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvRtrFv8QWvUJb92J_7tfoK-HzbZv0FiM5kg4zQAEsflHmSRSJA4BMdR2swYXdVQ-5JIv0bWRtBh7dwA0RRD2otzhrryf4uXrKUk-t7MrYv2ZNZNxQKUg8OD9gpIZostThz52Vsg7f-E/s400/S4200175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372481434204410562" /></a><br />This child had a minor meltdown on the first day. So we went for comfort over fashion. On hair and outfit. But then she decided on a little voguing:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwhi-t0BImaTjw48n2Ntazib0ee6dkbr3hcZrEck7EWdsMUlxSw9xFMqyUfkrhRWBbSqs4ZwXdfaCVOQyOQHG9A5MXYaG6SgZZ3TBMC_G3RJqYg1lG64tvnyRslJ6OoWO-qRDnG5Q5Qo/s1600-h/S4200172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwhi-t0BImaTjw48n2Ntazib0ee6dkbr3hcZrEck7EWdsMUlxSw9xFMqyUfkrhRWBbSqs4ZwXdfaCVOQyOQHG9A5MXYaG6SgZZ3TBMC_G3RJqYg1lG64tvnyRslJ6OoWO-qRDnG5Q5Qo/s400/S4200172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372481975073155346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAi-LiaEWkEfGROY0lYL_AJ0rNYBW5_g1ipVXoYhiFuReYm4TCD4Z54oOv1cl_vzlR43BWQtEHoh9XjehgEDQpSnUMoVu1vKmLu_U1TrCRFamYPeDDLmhWa3SHJuG5X9BDkYvmKjF6H0/s1600-h/S4200173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAi-LiaEWkEfGROY0lYL_AJ0rNYBW5_g1ipVXoYhiFuReYm4TCD4Z54oOv1cl_vzlR43BWQtEHoh9XjehgEDQpSnUMoVu1vKmLu_U1TrCRFamYPeDDLmhWa3SHJuG5X9BDkYvmKjF6H0/s200/S4200173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482177991372210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArazBYZc0NiCTtPXpJXhVDfrr-8vcc08JYh5UNQJZAnxnt4twWJiLZOgHlsdMxyda1YbjfwiwG6ehbtYpOgDieYTH77FbZVvStXSjttxApoZ1tHcPdRvQVRu7i0o0RLMxLHq5QAbqBts/s1600-h/S4200174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArazBYZc0NiCTtPXpJXhVDfrr-8vcc08JYh5UNQJZAnxnt4twWJiLZOgHlsdMxyda1YbjfwiwG6ehbtYpOgDieYTH77FbZVvStXSjttxApoZ1tHcPdRvQVRu7i0o0RLMxLHq5QAbqBts/s200/S4200174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482371621810546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZl2__pn9aH4TvAoFB6WZ-AJYzbyv10m3EF8HMP1CfhVPk09MwYa3Cd728OHTaobL7UZ6oGeeGJAPy8RxD0EDQ98p4fAaFzDYR3R1AORgXV0ZOwC2tOjbnwjL_88U4Zmk2jfvTFpYeRo/s1600-h/S4200171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZl2__pn9aH4TvAoFB6WZ-AJYzbyv10m3EF8HMP1CfhVPk09MwYa3Cd728OHTaobL7UZ6oGeeGJAPy8RxD0EDQ98p4fAaFzDYR3R1AORgXV0ZOwC2tOjbnwjL_88U4Zmk2jfvTFpYeRo/s400/S4200171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482514116770914" /></a><br />Strike a pose, sister. Strike a pose.<br /><br />I took a few on day two. You can see I do actually get her dressed and do her hair occasionally...She wanted a side pony. But she just got a cute new haircut. So I had to braid it around her head into a pony so it would all fit. I think she is kind of cute. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWGT4bWxsv26SX0oCahxzbQBMVmiYEXCU-or7ZCvpJOEYQ2Dzc1HzpP52mVQ02hlmlsEZ1DT6jpY_kYWi9QorVPILvhkmRMtuzVSC2la5QnOZp3TWZP5Bfytnp4lsGorzryVQhbLsqg4/s1600-h/S4200180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWGT4bWxsv26SX0oCahxzbQBMVmiYEXCU-or7ZCvpJOEYQ2Dzc1HzpP52mVQ02hlmlsEZ1DT6jpY_kYWi9QorVPILvhkmRMtuzVSC2la5QnOZp3TWZP5Bfytnp4lsGorzryVQhbLsqg4/s400/S4200180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372483204091579762" /></a><br />still posing, as you can see...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PLlHuFrDcMs0mZyyQXiUQSxmdFETlFpj_H2mugZSh7KaZdXFhw76b0bV77sN212c2jk3FYyfYf1EOzBB3BapLtgeQPcTTqbaCtRam3_XysLUAKxu_f5vgIFuZbSWqv1AOInPH3-Nhl0/s1600-h/S4200179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PLlHuFrDcMs0mZyyQXiUQSxmdFETlFpj_H2mugZSh7KaZdXFhw76b0bV77sN212c2jk3FYyfYf1EOzBB3BapLtgeQPcTTqbaCtRam3_XysLUAKxu_f5vgIFuZbSWqv1AOInPH3-Nhl0/s400/S4200179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372483863301123458" /></a><br />Silly girl. I don't know where she comes up with this stuff!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwrIjJqBakYARQ4WE0BgXB8oyMmCDpkx1PkE7PylPz-PzSP5H5B_8tbRXggsz1c6SMi4pFa92jODQ8YDjO0bOetzowbjArR6yGZ8wcafzr1T64bDMfBrsIP6cDdjbjwcZDeuxM6lQwvI/s1600-h/S4200182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwrIjJqBakYARQ4WE0BgXB8oyMmCDpkx1PkE7PylPz-PzSP5H5B_8tbRXggsz1c6SMi4pFa92jODQ8YDjO0bOetzowbjArR6yGZ8wcafzr1T64bDMfBrsIP6cDdjbjwcZDeuxM6lQwvI/s400/S4200182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372483552367678290" /></a><br />Sorry about the flash. It is just her blingity bling...<br /><br />We lost our camera right before our CA trip. So every picture we have taken at the beach until now have been from our old camera. And now I remember why I hated it...<br /><br />Some more fashion, for your viewing pleasure...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyRFSAoT-v6-iPuGQnbio9wA9_3IXKDWIinynmmLw2DreApYVY0mFpcUHflttkiJPglX5QdcbAnbNeu60WvVaUIRFgcNqVV5G3UD8QJiXcprCXjstm4xmyCbNIsnRjFWnZh1BI5xDYL4/s1600-h/S4200009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyRFSAoT-v6-iPuGQnbio9wA9_3IXKDWIinynmmLw2DreApYVY0mFpcUHflttkiJPglX5QdcbAnbNeu60WvVaUIRFgcNqVV5G3UD8QJiXcprCXjstm4xmyCbNIsnRjFWnZh1BI5xDYL4/s400/S4200009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484814697944226" /></a><br /><br />(animal print leggings didn't make the cut for school...executive decision...)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgeu0-qafOxfYQ0sKArkv039HCSBsTbbZHouieWCqmkjssme99d83__pdfzD1nKqDhM_l8Y4NNIIJWP5fY33AtC7iafDQ69QUCFdTqATPuc8PI6q_VjqgoLAgNDdQY84QEuw3dbWFjfo/s1600-h/S4200011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgeu0-qafOxfYQ0sKArkv039HCSBsTbbZHouieWCqmkjssme99d83__pdfzD1nKqDhM_l8Y4NNIIJWP5fY33AtC7iafDQ69QUCFdTqATPuc8PI6q_VjqgoLAgNDdQY84QEuw3dbWFjfo/s400/S4200011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372485191817387794" /></a><br /><br /><br />Is it just me, or is this 80's trend a little disturbing? And aren't twelve year olds looking a little older than we did? Seriously? <br /><br />With a child in Jr. High (MY Jr. High for that matter) I am feeling a little old...<br /><br />Crazy.sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815096701813162258noreply@blogger.com7