tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42539266727248640122024-03-05T15:49:33.765-08:00The Stevens Clan“A happy family is but an earlier heaven.” George Bernard ShawHolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-81918763221134394272009-11-10T13:16:00.001-08:002009-11-10T14:21:45.648-08:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so it's been about what, six months since I've last updated? Pretty sad, I know. But I promised Mom I would post some pictures of my kids in their costumes. So this is for you, Mom (and anyone else who cares).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVUCoE-pQRV-VmaXWhowA90qSpMJgONB6pbeFzvuVrs2LHl8BsAzzfI3-lxeAuTrvXVSAHGo5AmIynzr8oPc0d8iQcxK-t23AWbzVFB9pwoDbSvvoAUnhtfCx4DPreXNgxzXUCwcjBhke/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594867913589922" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's most of the gang that went with us. We also had our kids' favorite babysitter, Brittney, there. But she and I didn't dress up. So we're not in the picture. Jarin had lots of pressure from the youth in our ward to be the toilet again this year. Apparently it was a big hit last year. It's actually very convenient because we can both go out trick-or-treating with the kids and still hand out candy at the same via the toilet seat. Jarin went around saying, "Trick or Treat, lift my seat!" Pictured are my family, of course, Aunt Chalyce, Uncle Courtney, and Taylor's best friend Jon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iYDU_D7va2PLoBHJ1UwifFjacPvowvo8fUWtnNYMFM_tV-sRB8bncr4kagM4_Qd091E2eLXEg2PN1JgQn4lvBbr24trQZQnwHErwHxVSIoN7rd1ctt2K6Nmi10IzbYf-ZuHk0ei9jwEU/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594878240947874" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Where's your "game face", Taylor? You look too nice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmf8pxA8CfXvPaL61zCYsuQyqg_9sXLOIeGuF03h0DltfAfnrs_qZp4_QmpfAo3Dy1_m2Mj_ArlQY_JKeod6x428nGneyKV1cuPE2ovQKnnfo_hk45JdzVxQdd0IdNileFiFW7ynjiRcR/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594879583475730" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Dallin created his own costume again. This time he's a "gangsta".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpV2gGp7RxhlLS64F4tCGzOGGDzaWJ_Sc4tjdLM3tentlayzzNcou5w9txjZh32_wE2r-2FqNmFmvJSkT9GCKSrzn_dilp_uAcopEt052kAfSPVS5jK3riBZe5U5wlXmYNOEDW6KhbLV7X/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594890921894834" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew my cheer leading outfits would come in handy. Here's little Miss Kamrie ready to bust a move.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrQlz436JPHU-YiocjXj52jWYlj2h5AhoydWF5Nqet808hqlH_o7BbmSmAyQc7DKcRqAHhPhv8WVYAMkZ9ui8wb6Dm0seWRYJk9IrUfiRduEeCTZcvlmXHIeZs7jVQWNP7jtvo7bxXFJ9/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594899089752338" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Last, we've got our sweet flower ready to melt your heart. I'm so glad we didn't have any princesses this year. I've got nothing against princesses. But we've had one every year for the last four years, I think. It's nice to have a change.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After trick-or-treating, we had dinner--mummy dogs, salad, and corn on the cob (nothing real special). We ended the night with the movie <i>Monster House</i>, which is perfect for kids. It's not too scary. Also, we allowed the kids to engorge themselves with all the candy they wanted this time. We figured it was better to get it out of the way rather than prolong the eating of sugar all month long. We did, however, ask the kids to donate the candy that wasn't their favorite to our common bucket. That is stored away for a sugar-lift-me up for some other time.</div></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-40056509296325894472009-04-27T11:21:00.000-07:002009-04-27T12:39:29.334-07:00Sisi Marie's Birthday<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZm6iOVgq33KQpUjncYEUvv_5i22JzYm8_vLMvdSsbTUjhXQ6T_EctEUJW6y9uF8aoF2wngiQRNKkraboOpxD3PVQMPNEgoEwQW80Z6XKQ9Z-dTLnVJTNeYfchEK5bAgMacJYpKSuzr4l/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453196911814754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZm6iOVgq33KQpUjncYEUvv_5i22JzYm8_vLMvdSsbTUjhXQ6T_EctEUJW6y9uF8aoF2wngiQRNKkraboOpxD3PVQMPNEgoEwQW80Z6XKQ9Z-dTLnVJTNeYfchEK5bAgMacJYpKSuzr4l/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Sienna chose a chocolate cake and rainbow sherbet for her celebration.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Phew! I finally have time to blog about Sienna's fourth birthday. Of course she was treated like a princess all week since it was Sienna Week. She didn't have to do chores (not that she really does much anyway because she's the baby and is spoiled that way already) and everyone was really good at sharing their stuff with her and letting her have basically whatever she wanted. I think it was a real shock when the week was over because it went back to the old ways and she wasn't sure why she wasn't getting all the attention anymore ;). Overall, she seemed to have a wonderful time. The day before her birthday, we did whatever she wanted. She chose to go to Olive Garden for lunch as a family. She was talking about the place for a month prior to the "big day". I think she just liked the look of the building. It is a pretty restaurant.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444414550678290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN8_DNV10pxAY5lCSKlfsAXGXyym6AdFoNZCyvkcM1VpuVAduTa0Gc2I-yjjFl4hLK3zJhq8Xj21oCAxN0nEMJREDYCmjEucVxcHwstVTiClXMJE9P8uwELNHY4OW8JFdGhDL-EmRMa-a/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Here we are at Olive Garden.</p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444421366705426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIOITM_8UPHcR3DgfzyKGkEfBR6LulmqKsEtPGNOuuVq5d1u93YWkmxuangZlBsQ6ZsHCFvV5qtNextE8-6Wg0awkxPz8kdWqx_JraLUgmvC2HP1NCmjODyJhFkBOIGgRjCpE_mlG51lF/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Sienna getting sung to by the waiters/waitresses.</p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><p align="left">After Olive Garden, she wanted to go play tennis. Taylor talked her into that one because he has been dying to go for a year now. We bought everyone a tennis racket and went down to the high school and played for about an hour. I'm not sure that she loved the activity, but she sure looked cute in her tennis outfit. With a summer dress, zip up hoodie, white tennis shoes, and a ponytail, Sienna looked like a tennis player. Unfortunately our camera wouldn't work for me at the tennis courts, so I don't have a picture of her playing.</p><p align="left">After tennis, we went to Cold Stone Creamery and got her her very own Kid's Creation--cotton candy ice cream with gummy bears. Of course the rest of us shared some favorites, a chocolate peanut butter lover's creation and sweet cream with strawberries. I love Cold Stone ...mmm mmm.</p><p align="left">Later that evening when we got home, Sienna went on a "hunt" for her new present. Since it was too big to wrap, we told her to search the basement for her present. She found it in the shower and was very excited to get a new princess two-wheel bike with training wheels. Our camera was still not cooperating, so we video taped the whole thing. When I can figure out how to put short video clips on the blogger, I will post it, because it was really cute.</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">The next day, Sunday, was her real birthday. She chose the dinner:</p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453567499312594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0alWGvz9OuqH4How3R3Ia_kSEohtCWdyqvXr87R_HOAD31s7VsSXG6fcHyOOjyWVYpDIV7AJ5A7iSQUhGup4Wt3mDiJbbtMbGxECg_A4EOM7dq8wYLSNYEsc7AU_AFQ8wKu1mlbYvyVeS/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p>Sisi's birthday dinner: Top Ramen, strawberries, and Hannah Montana rainbow yogurt. Well the yogurt isn't Hannah Montana like she wanted; I couldn't find that. But it is a rainbow yogurt and I added in a grilled cheese sandwich for more options. Yum yum! <div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453194291623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSM6P69BDrzxNdFbGqroV4R0opOPUdoRFkxU8eF1U6jYKmkL6TmU7BQobqUxCvsZu97dCCrb0PaV5iHqe-husZtgcq3pqTQR4s2oV1h3LzjdAJtJYy1dctyWyDOACDH42qLePHAJ_f4t9-/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sienna opening presents.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453208868128450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpmiyDzOvO1JF1_1YPmg8A0Rft9nRIEw4qsx8q-UsSEekOwy80b59SSG3UE5SywHgN2IGQfx5owhpM4hHjH3I-tbGRcEfxdMvKDWKnmgGGVCWo8JIdHUGzrisWrcZDvx54M1abVzMd3OE/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /><br />Doesn't she look gorgeous? <br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453201702403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitC7PW7gor-6oFgaGMK6BDBDntePOMl9d_zxo2TxoJXiosL56TnyRFvye09E6Q8ls9mo9NDtznQtckeU6fD2u9iI_O_hg7mRpowt0C77hR1md43xqjW7GmoAjTOhroejgXIaBXf4-6uNze/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /><br />Sienna modeling her new apron made by Grandma D and her Tinkerbell sunglasses and flip-flops. She also got a Tinkerbell beach towel, which she loves.<br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453185580770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cynJBkjcuaSO-9YaPTMx-bfvLdlR7UVYC8-rdOpb1WUinrWu4CHhqJe-KGkavHAuRQRlb9OJ3mcNrZrsFROMCh50UsNQpjoWkWcL-mh7svjTb-Rvvr5HlCuBmu1DFS3_T8jP-uOCj8T2/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" />Sienna is wearing an adorable outfit she received from Grandma and Grandpa D.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"> </p><br /></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-66563358398822848292009-02-19T17:05:00.001-08:002009-02-19T17:21:52.545-08:00Happy 7th Birthday Kamrie!Last week was declared Kamrie Week. Starting the Sunday before her birthday to the Saturday after, Kamrie did not have to do any chores, would get to go first with everything, and had little acts of service performed for her throughout the week. I think she was in heaven.<br /><br />On her birthday, I pulled her out of school early to get these pretty little things on her ears:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304680153093880866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vCi3DtCrtbOQvL6cr-S_OolbCX5HqH6vcURAO2bM6XOUKyooaX7IcxRZeGvutf4B31aNJZW69dnjYoqHPQkP4Kw7NwhUOLyHeLuHMVXG58-fr1QVZcfGnxmoTIjYOrdwlB9ogmIa6qJj/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /><br />Next, as a family, she wanted to go swimming at an indoor pool. I "accidently" forgot to take pictures of that. The water was warm and we all had fun playing "Marco-Polo", racing, and playing on the water slides. We ended up getting McDonald's for dinner due to the lack of time. It wasn't her top pick. In fact, if she could've, we would have ended up at Red Lobster for some lobster, shrimp, and crab. When we got home, we sang Happy Birthday, ate a Hello Kitty cupcake concoction and ice cream, and opened presents. She loved the outfit she got from Grandma and Grandpa D, the makeup she's been dreaming about for a year now from Grandma and Grandpa Price, and a makeup mirror and Littlest Pet Shop toys from us. I think it was the best birthday ever! She was all smiles that day.</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304680158027626994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JfyQ8hpL3c_TVZ3um7ZceBnmoIJmG7PEWtS1ea2IEMHMW5eewXBvtqvFTXRLI9WSUvG4g06LyOSyaW9loHT6EjvdHEPOIDnnZHsZxXI3ULXdv6yEoK_SN4crKXGUTsTSfdZdVyAgJCwD/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZLs467pXBFjdY0NL5YAePziLltAiiQh_c4LZPLFGfXJpwka_wsrL9l4AS7_FHWhSLtiVtjXDMik58qbiPBMGIGEgvWZ1jVLPUhTl7nZpeYKe2iG1hgH-9gSWKGt50ZkyS5hGjZbqzwYd/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304680150148434578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZLs467pXBFjdY0NL5YAePziLltAiiQh_c4LZPLFGfXJpwka_wsrL9l4AS7_FHWhSLtiVtjXDMik58qbiPBMGIGEgvWZ1jVLPUhTl7nZpeYKe2iG1hgH-9gSWKGt50ZkyS5hGjZbqzwYd/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-696181172085345742009-02-19T16:49:00.000-08:002009-02-19T17:04:32.674-08:00Sisi The Beautician!Sienna is always wanting to do my makeup. I've let her practice quite a few times. She has really quite improved. Here are her masterpieces.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCEqpW6iaQ980CYR2OkY8O-YkiW4Jn42QCHGOkaSbrsUUYNwoEbgvbSczgFYaZ9Yd20ETZ0fGpoh3UnP0Ho-UrAgn0xefujQmNZRUxR7jO1_LxFHzNgiKb6qSiU5k2aEngIQ9Beo34cEy/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"></a> Her first time:<br /><div> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnYGG0PGZHUJx9yXhWMIGRvtkSIyAwDTKujSibvDllGM9p-8AvG2FUWyhCQ42bWGnRxEBbaiTrbmmMO6WiNluLmNFFzG37QC1KtPQUWl_raKqDqmzWxF87Yr_mN_ILGpj_kyb5A48OaOm/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304676939924120738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnYGG0PGZHUJx9yXhWMIGRvtkSIyAwDTKujSibvDllGM9p-8AvG2FUWyhCQ42bWGnRxEBbaiTrbmmMO6WiNluLmNFFzG37QC1KtPQUWl_raKqDqmzWxF87Yr_mN_ILGpj_kyb5A48OaOm/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Sorry about the non expression. I had to take the picture several times since I was by myself and Sienna couldn't figure out how to take it for me. A little scary, I know.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The last time:</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304676950521622914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1elCAqkIQe3h26cA__t7g03hZw06-c1cMVY1Cf8K5psCMotX9hnsVgmEaUNtD4qW0ICADKJFJJIdJyFm1O54Fwdh5OxJG5A1bvBT_gs_AhIYYFAwW0s1r6UObuK5nq4Pr75gpQbBPMQti/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>She even put on my eyeliner in this last picture. She has got a steady hand for a three year old.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-45385235471200821732008-11-22T20:27:00.000-08:002008-11-22T20:35:49.043-08:00Introducing Jarlie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_Pu8Mmx5gVOAsRZ3Hv8lmm3EXz-xRy0O3hR8zW4z44vZs1LyovVpUNGyBI5bRVmaBFqzQZ9bpVowDxEWQCyRC6n1dgZH0QLeD9V_AYQAhMvLDZgt-6IUsKUKbr-bQlTQGNPbPlmYSFRI/s1600-h/myBaby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271705314387004418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_Pu8Mmx5gVOAsRZ3Hv8lmm3EXz-xRy0O3hR8zW4z44vZs1LyovVpUNGyBI5bRVmaBFqzQZ9bpVowDxEWQCyRC6n1dgZH0QLeD9V_AYQAhMvLDZgt-6IUsKUKbr-bQlTQGNPbPlmYSFRI/s400/myBaby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's the newest member of the family, Jarlie. I'm not sure where the really dark eyes came from, but he/she looks like he/she could be a sibling to our other four. After seeing Mom and Dave's internet baby, I had to try it out too. Here's the website if you want to try: <a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/">http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/</a>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-67309049040057780472008-11-21T14:20:00.000-08:002008-11-21T15:02:05.566-08:00True Blue FanDo you recognize this man? He may look like a bruiser to you, but it's really just Jarin. He decided he had had enough of his long, curly, lush hair. So he cut to the chase and went straight for the buzz. I thought I would hate it, but it's only been two days since the hack and it's starting to grow on me. (The real reason he cut his hair was because he made a deal with his Young Men that if they got rid of their long hair, he would too. Well, the deacons kept their end of the bargain, so Jarin had to keep his. Way to be a good sport Jarin!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271249666472152114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7Y4tPzKDj2aieugj4NhdzBB9xUfkBZKwK0gvbPsr05TgwTyZI1PlDoZHcXvLO9DX8WI_EmHfKkAukMOILoSgQOQ0MCGu9lqRg-xTqM8fI7LZRSnz9P7Bp5cCQLz0w7ignHGqaiyXjEF0/s400/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">If you can't tell in the picture, Jarin is holding BYU sugar cookies we made last night for his co-workers. There were about 60 cookies and he saved the last 5 for us. They ranged from oval shaped cookies with a Y on it, to helmets with a Y, to brown footballs. Jarin said his office LOVED them. They are gluten-free and surprisingly taste better than normal sugar cookies. He respectfully wore his black U of U sweatshirt to symbolize "death to the Utes" tomorrow as he hopes to be attending their funeral (well, at least watching it from Uncle Jim's house).</div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-53901020640126934392008-11-02T18:15:00.000-08:002008-11-02T19:18:37.803-08:00Happy Halloween!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />I loved Halloween this year. The weather was unusually warm. Halloween was on a Friday. We hung out with Scott, Maran, and Hannah that night. And, of course, the candy is always delicious. Thanks kids for doing all the work and getting the treats! Jarin actually did a bit of trick or treating himself. Instead of staying home to hand out candy, we brought it with us to hand out as we passed by the neighbors. You'll have to see as you scroll down how my creative and attention-loving husband handed out the candy. Boy is he a ham!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgi48dwwZThaHVt-m1JYZvDyuK03xJ4fFGMCvCsWIRjb5M9z7wpocb1ygkbSSa_uFK0fQk7pt06kA_quopVYes3FgUndZEpUucuHuR659jj2CT1DV6-qDKpwz7YDxZ7u-liDzJaSPU3Cw/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgi48dwwZThaHVt-m1JYZvDyuK03xJ4fFGMCvCsWIRjb5M9z7wpocb1ygkbSSa_uFK0fQk7pt06kA_quopVYes3FgUndZEpUucuHuR659jj2CT1DV6-qDKpwz7YDxZ7u-liDzJaSPU3Cw/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252581369083826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's our darling angel walking along in the school parade.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XzPN9gO9zrlzHfTLrZZoebWscggE52BZ7QeAgU0qyWjeNCwX1ALXu-PlpHL_9snzb_lBxAXkwMEhzJA24NOUj2SWSIWmZP_DBCQvGJFI_mxS6eyKhH2C_I_HiSstRB9BD-WVzwDwmMng/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XzPN9gO9zrlzHfTLrZZoebWscggE52BZ7QeAgU0qyWjeNCwX1ALXu-PlpHL_9snzb_lBxAXkwMEhzJA24NOUj2SWSIWmZP_DBCQvGJFI_mxS6eyKhH2C_I_HiSstRB9BD-WVzwDwmMng/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252572257593490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dallin couldn't decide what he wanted to be until about a week before Halloween. That's when he picked out the cheapest Halloween costume anyone could think of. He wanted to be a bag of trash. Unfortunatley, we miscommunicated about what he should do with his costume at school and he threw away his "trashy" costume. So, he wore three other costumes that we had lying around that day (he was a bit undecided).<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVs3wbSLijTuLyUeJVsdLKsmGOflyHHSLuwFD021iPm_HWoDHHiUoKvY41QHvl5DqUaEgPEafM6loacNGfcmTArjnlCYmTUfKcJa3zlHAzb6VRiMLI-HAmruzSQ_IY_JRzzTIm6R_AVbV/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVs3wbSLijTuLyUeJVsdLKsmGOflyHHSLuwFD021iPm_HWoDHHiUoKvY41QHvl5DqUaEgPEafM6loacNGfcmTArjnlCYmTUfKcJa3zlHAzb6VRiMLI-HAmruzSQ_IY_JRzzTIm6R_AVbV/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252534838311458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We didn't get good individual pictures of Sienna, Taylor, and Jarin. But here is a group shot. If you can't tell, Sienna was a Snow Princess and had the most beautiful eyes that day. We put mascara on her and her blonde eyelashes turned into these lush, long eyelashes. I think she enjoyed feeling so pretty and getting comments on her eyes all day. Taylor came up with the idea of being a hobo for Halloween. That was easy enough. His sign said, "Hungry. Need treats." In a sense, aren't we a bit like the beggars on the streets at Halloween time? And Jarin . . . was a toilet. Nice, huh? The kids would lift the seat to retrieve their prize from inside the toilet bowl. He would tell the kids, "Trick or treat. Lift my seat." Some kids weren't too sure about that and would give him funny looks.<br /><br />Afterwards, we got home about 8:00 and ate Mummy Dogs, fruit, and orange/banana smoothies topped with Cool Whip shaped ghosts. I should've taken pictures. But I got in such a hurry that I forgot. I probably won't make this meal a tradition. Personally I like the soups and chilis in a bread bowl. We'll have to see if we can find gluten-free bread bowls next year. <br /><br />We ended the day by snuggling up with each other on the bean bag and watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas." We thought it would be a good transitional movie from Halloween to Christmas. But it ended up being even more weird than we remembered. The most important thing was just spending time together. While lying there on the bean bag, I felt so much joy just being with my family.<br /></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-73838893779521879782008-09-30T10:51:00.000-07:002008-10-02T08:38:21.321-07:00Hi There, Remember Me?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRQpMndJtdimoJAkmYpfHrVQ7rILSIE_q2-Ff-m4DrlsPKpw82WH1NjkMr2QQ94jje2FnT2MzWFA5FGQVJlJV2gLG6hhyphenhyphenY-3sVnQs7jTUtUc3vNSATrYM-w0tJs7IdaMxvHhbUEa8FQrD/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRQpMndJtdimoJAkmYpfHrVQ7rILSIE_q2-Ff-m4DrlsPKpw82WH1NjkMr2QQ94jje2FnT2MzWFA5FGQVJlJV2gLG6hhyphenhyphenY-3sVnQs7jTUtUc3vNSATrYM-w0tJs7IdaMxvHhbUEa8FQrD/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251875075565302450" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The kids' first day of school was August 18th. Summer seemed shorter than usual this time. Kamrie started first grade, Dallin started third grade, and Taylor started fifth grade. They all seem to be enjoying their teachers and classes so far. But we never have had bad years in the past. So this year shouldn't be any different. Taylor already enjoyed an overnighter at Clear Creek, UT with the other fifth grade boys earlier this month. He's growing up too fast. I remember how old I felt when we got to go to an overnighter at Sly Park, CA in grade school.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYqQ4tsRLojtDXu8oeKYGvlGqcROJGJv1_QnHsbdHMUIT2SCcbbDtMPE30mXUR3YEPPS3DhnKBOg2zf1h08A6DjnVh80t3ra63_o0z7NRdRVyrhS5syGkd8w-QAIngaUCu4yrwhcMZCvx/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYqQ4tsRLojtDXu8oeKYGvlGqcROJGJv1_QnHsbdHMUIT2SCcbbDtMPE30mXUR3YEPPS3DhnKBOg2zf1h08A6DjnVh80t3ra63_o0z7NRdRVyrhS5syGkd8w-QAIngaUCu4yrwhcMZCvx/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251877517066953138" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Dallin earned his Wolf badge in August. He was very self-motivated and kept bugging me to help him complete all the requirements. Great job, Big D!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">(Apparently I didn't realize how much I looke</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">d like a frumpy mother that day. I thought I brushed my hair. Oh well, I DO have four kids who keep me very busy. That's my excuse.)</span><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK73R9nLNHF7ztVLB9W4IRXx-ywY3Vh_ind0d0VZgNHLA5TBXhoPc8eNK_GQhrtA_9KaGqbVJAhdU66EzUG5ZeH_WHlxvIiFKhtnLU0gb85Vs8SUMLhKOhYJdQRN6O6KARIh7ppj_6YZwL/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK73R9nLNHF7ztVLB9W4IRXx-ywY3Vh_ind0d0VZgNHLA5TBXhoPc8eNK_GQhrtA_9KaGqbVJAhdU66EzUG5ZeH_WHlxvIiFKhtnLU0gb85Vs8SUMLhKOhYJdQRN6O6KARIh7ppj_6YZwL/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251879089003130290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Sisi's first day of preschool was Sept. 9th. She goes Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9-11. She is in a similar type of preschool as Allie. There are six moms who feel like we are smarter than a three year old and can teach our own free (or dirt cheap) curriculum. We each take two weeks in a row every semester and teach the letter, number, shape, and theme of the week in whatever teaching style or method we want. The kids also get to have structured play time. Sienna loves it and feels like a big girl just like her older siblings. She even has Kamrie's old backpack from last year. (Obviously the sun was in her eyes for this picture. I didn't like the shadows that were being cast on her face, so I had her close her eyes and then open them for the picture at the very last second.)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB140vev5rQFEoB5_kjDGxHATmARhPJEpQ4r3RIJr5f2L9UXanP8-EOwrxrtL7R83hW1zdDScuNGKPWjSdUFcZcioknbHcMzXQxwld2g7p7-sTmBOHLO1GngEtesy13IKnspjW4rV8miA/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB140vev5rQFEoB5_kjDGxHATmARhPJEpQ4r3RIJr5f2L9UXanP8-EOwrxrtL7R83hW1zdDScuNGKPWjSdUFcZcioknbHcMzXQxwld2g7p7-sTmBOHLO1GngEtesy13IKnspjW4rV8miA/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881824454188642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Dallin is on a competitive traveling soccer team. He was hand picked by a coach who was tired of the recreational soccer and wanted more. Coach Bjorn is an amazing coach and doesn't even have a child on this team. (He has a daughter the same age, but this league is for boys only.) He and another guy from Saratoga Springs started this competitive team for the first time this year. The Saratoga Sting u9 (under age nine) is in first place out of ten teams so far! They are amazing to watch! I love that Dallin gets to be a part of something like this. In this particular picture, Dallin was the MVP for the game. He worked hard and made one goal. He almost made two more, but he was off sides both times. So they didn't count. We are proud of all his hard work.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnroAvZBxF-bLtiuXU8-g9u_t2lu9BlHSGR0GwDbIFbqLbecI1Si9wbyDiFhLnG-3C_o3WWquEyAUCMuPv0gkwbg7fR11luPWmTtYHiK4AyxWuDuQyvpENGI2RHepF0Dkdn4hmTjcOHt7/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnroAvZBxF-bLtiuXU8-g9u_t2lu9BlHSGR0GwDbIFbqLbecI1Si9wbyDiFhLnG-3C_o3WWquEyAUCMuPv0gkwbg7fR11luPWmTtYHiK4AyxWuDuQyvpENGI2RHepF0Dkdn4hmTjcOHt7/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251884280342741154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">One last thing . . . this is Jarin's contribution to the Cougs!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Go BYU football! </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">(I'm not sure what the pinkish, orange thing is in the middle. Maybe you can figure it out.) </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Since we love attention around here, this seemed appropriate. There have been many comments made because of this. In fact, one father in the neighborhood had to drive his six year old boy down to our house to show him "the Y" because he was concerned that there were too many "U" decorations in the area.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-83393935744472280882008-04-20T20:53:00.000-07:002008-04-20T21:08:47.555-07:00Some UpdatesObviously I'm not the most talented at blogging. Nevertheless, here we are with our latest (and oldest) news.<br /><br />Today I was released as a den leader over Dallin's Wolf den and called to be an assistant secretary in the Primary. We have such a big Primary that we have two counselors and a secretary over the senior Primary and two counselors and a secretary over the junior Primary. I am the secretary over the junior Primary. I am actually very excited about this calling. I love working with young children. They are so sweet.<br /><br />Jarin was released back in February or March from his calling as the Primary Chorister. Now he works with the 12-13 year old Boy Scouts as an assistant Scout master (as well as a Home Teaching supervisor). Needless to say, he is very busy with the Scouts/Young Men now.<br /><br />Jarin is working VERY hard in his new landscaping job with Odyssey Landscaping. It is the busy season right now because the snow is gone and everyone is getting ready for the outdoors. So we hardly see him. His responsibilities are with sales and account managing. His dreams about driving a truck have come true. He drives all around Utah in a brand new Toyota Tacoma talking with hundreds of new people. He is loving his job and I am loving having an income!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-62934820740777125502008-04-20T20:25:00.001-07:002008-04-20T20:53:00.073-07:00Some More Updates<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPa0qwlM61Q2Iyt4xeC5UVTdWcXam_BR5MblfEJR9F0G0_O1JYrcpROpkK1Hvr4V9E-N7_PLDtt12S3G75rzIc7jmu3o1IYodeGW8sPrHYF1UcG3OhOyLCWIUZGJEXCQ6UUxdplsDGEAr/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPa0qwlM61Q2Iyt4xeC5UVTdWcXam_BR5MblfEJR9F0G0_O1JYrcpROpkK1Hvr4V9E-N7_PLDtt12S3G75rzIc7jmu3o1IYodeGW8sPrHYF1UcG3OhOyLCWIUZGJEXCQ6UUxdplsDGEAr/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191536501074387074" border="0" /></a><br />Taylor is pinning on the mother's pin because he earned his Bear rank in Cub Scouts. He worked hard to accomplish this and here is why . . . scroll down<br /><br /><br /><br />He went from this . . .<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaFKvm_Kxt4hWhcf7xi6TPkO-uEOS_ummtxMkxNhnxUORhYR-4ZDbFVTyc6GhA4yXmNj53t_8KLmBeR9YljyptzcDRc3_CozPHWlHHse6x35HF2HM3eeQE5CMmSNG6EdFdBBrgCbZoH61/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaFKvm_Kxt4hWhcf7xi6TPkO-uEOS_ummtxMkxNhnxUORhYR-4ZDbFVTyc6GhA4yXmNj53t_8KLmBeR9YljyptzcDRc3_CozPHWlHHse6x35HF2HM3eeQE5CMmSNG6EdFdBBrgCbZoH61/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537020765429906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">to this.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wW68PNlmOefVXN66UpUuf0XEt2c2-LuJ-_Y21kgJlCY5thnUt8VM4YSCwl4Kjrif4Q10Z2ljcBulAKUqFDKquNtWURe7CwiKEbFr6nXFCy-LQUys9oqLaW9vBtv7nXonF_XBm7pjQP_4/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wW68PNlmOefVXN66UpUuf0XEt2c2-LuJ-_Y21kgJlCY5thnUt8VM4YSCwl4Kjrif4Q10Z2ljcBulAKUqFDKquNtWURe7CwiKEbFr6nXFCy-LQUys9oqLaW9vBtv7nXonF_XBm7pjQP_4/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537231218827426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, we had to bribe him with contact lenses. He's very active and his glasses kept getting in the way. He's so much happier with them and actually takes better care of them than I do of mine.<br /><br /><br /><br />This is what happens when teeth meet teeth.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhkdIMZNBw3PKIf6COTvvx7VU9OAgyNFkCqwwxKVnTHEp-iruQm1zcWO4t0WRzCl6wD7MwsGmhP6bqTORUWiiMdEl9NKr8Zgr68mqEFPgGDHI3EBiyYUuIIP7R3qQMyDMIp-saGUbj3TN/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhkdIMZNBw3PKIf6COTvvx7VU9OAgyNFkCqwwxKVnTHEp-iruQm1zcWO4t0WRzCl6wD7MwsGmhP6bqTORUWiiMdEl9NKr8Zgr68mqEFPgGDHI3EBiyYUuIIP7R3qQMyDMIp-saGUbj3TN/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537484621897906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The boys were jumping up to bite the string of a deflating balloon (fun game, I know) when their teeth met in the air. Fortunately Taylor's front right (his right, our left) had just a minor chip. Unfortunately Dallin's right front tooth got the brunt end of the deal. He now has half of a fake tooth. That's boys for you. I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun accidents in the future with these two.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-21284319126789280222008-04-20T19:11:00.000-07:002008-04-20T21:09:54.578-07:00BirthdaysHere are the birthdays I have missed over the last few months:<br /><br /><br />Feb.10 : <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kamrie Jeneal</span> turns 6! She wanted a "date" with her parents. So we took her out to dinner at Red Lobster (her choice) and went shopping at the mall and Toys R Us.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDDp-T5v2p6U0lXH1h3J3NNFz7Oyuo3LoOvaLkANbxD-K2NUxIw9Ipn2OxEuCM4cONTz_Yy8ku_e5hX2O7a842mKar_RA5ySbSda4mdkK-AAR5PsCI2qTnL3QVJEDWhGRKix2WjT5ksw7/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDDp-T5v2p6U0lXH1h3J3NNFz7Oyuo3LoOvaLkANbxD-K2NUxIw9Ipn2OxEuCM4cONTz_Yy8ku_e5hX2O7a842mKar_RA5ySbSda4mdkK-AAR5PsCI2qTnL3QVJEDWhGRKix2WjT5ksw7/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191518419262070690" border="0" /></a><br />This is one sweet girl ready to dig into one sweet cake.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-FJUDX8iUPgpgvDYsmvuHsw3Cmc5Drnqh6FtvDKuk7tU7uhQUeDuBwuguf7A7bzdh23uxnVRQZvW1NpLqu4UpD3s9dxeE88J9_Y5g4ouqD-vA4eyALh3TS4aMWbnFKVzj0g2nUGPmJuo/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-FJUDX8iUPgpgvDYsmvuHsw3Cmc5Drnqh6FtvDKuk7tU7uhQUeDuBwuguf7A7bzdh23uxnVRQZvW1NpLqu4UpD3s9dxeE88J9_Y5g4ouqD-vA4eyALh3TS4aMWbnFKVzj0g2nUGPmJuo/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191518689845010354" border="0" /></a><br />This is the family, minus the mom because she is always behind the camera.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />March 28: <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jarin <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">turns the Big 3-5! We took the whole family to get some burgers from the Training Table. It wasn't his first choice to eat out there; but it was getting late, we were hungry, and the Training Table didn't have a wait like everyone else. However, we made up for it by going to Red Lobster later to get his favorite meal, the Ultimate Feast, thanks to Mom and Dave's gift card.</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcklPgmmCbrNQ5Av1_60_wTmvCVgm2gm-TWlKT65jNUDjX5P8OKdb2a2V6Grh2tCN5fktjdr083T7MH73Ql7aHY2da1xOgBKjgaZ1qZi1BmLvBkJdlTJCDw7tMk0VrAPfSRMNEhpy8qnbg/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcklPgmmCbrNQ5Av1_60_wTmvCVgm2gm-TWlKT65jNUDjX5P8OKdb2a2V6Grh2tCN5fktjdr083T7MH73Ql7aHY2da1xOgBKjgaZ1qZi1BmLvBkJdlTJCDw7tMk0VrAPfSRMNEhpy8qnbg/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191519067802132418" border="0" /></a><br />We're ready to dig into a gluten-free angel food cake with strawberries! Yum! Yum!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Lon9s9qv4korJ07__gBgmVTYGmx7YeOseGAr2b4XhSBiDPeKO0TNSFAwlfrHUn_Hx3YHbenPgyOPm2Nnn7O7-8laztwbjzgZKuOS0KPecPJLKRwGzhMZuqAdFtNh53PMi7qKK4wBfoAv/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Lon9s9qv4korJ07__gBgmVTYGmx7YeOseGAr2b4XhSBiDPeKO0TNSFAwlfrHUn_Hx3YHbenPgyOPm2Nnn7O7-8laztwbjzgZKuOS0KPecPJLKRwGzhMZuqAdFtNh53PMi7qKK4wBfoAv/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191522293322571842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jarin's reaction to Mom and Dave's card.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGW-mmVCR45O1QBfvd6iVSYVkWdn0ha-QHImpkpDmtygnyn-JST0_Ku46LUvIA_K2cz7FA7THiBWRH8nPQd9YhxE2lBlq5ENcy0eZ5ueEKHdE0mVpBErNvxyhUQHyN5bUUYRRa501oLOE/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGW-mmVCR45O1QBfvd6iVSYVkWdn0ha-QHImpkpDmtygnyn-JST0_Ku46LUvIA_K2cz7FA7THiBWRH8nPQd9YhxE2lBlq5ENcy0eZ5ueEKHdE0mVpBErNvxyhUQHyN5bUUYRRa501oLOE/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191522100049043506" border="0" /></a><br />Jarin's reaction to my (sniff) card.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />April 19th: <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Sienna Marie (aka Sisi) <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">turns 3! This time we took the family to Red Robin.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYUui9BlSX-AVBGnHZGltUpNrhMb0tqcIAw9mKZLKyK1fjR4terNtvSFhfea-Kx_8_KibH6Iqi-MGvcffzs0ANSb9WgDLth8AfAzlyJ0vF2nQk45OYTErDyXi7t7CRNUf3ChLlTdhyphenhyphenjvw/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYUui9BlSX-AVBGnHZGltUpNrhMb0tqcIAw9mKZLKyK1fjR4terNtvSFhfea-Kx_8_KibH6Iqi-MGvcffzs0ANSb9WgDLth8AfAzlyJ0vF2nQk45OYTErDyXi7t7CRNUf3ChLlTdhyphenhyphenjvw/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191520596810489842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sisi was very excited when the waitress brought out this monster of a Mudd Pie.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PNOh3BuYxf1lXakQ1gobFoPfTiZjgbULkromHOXwbSKG-kxKBJjMN8HU_XbzTF_LAIFQ-H7CD3WwwH0LLjJIGw9v2D93WFBWfd8muZcnG5FmGgACB5stcQcpL8XOdA3JHFG2zQvNbBxw/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PNOh3BuYxf1lXakQ1gobFoPfTiZjgbULkromHOXwbSKG-kxKBJjMN8HU_XbzTF_LAIFQ-H7CD3WwwH0LLjJIGw9v2D93WFBWfd8muZcnG5FmGgACB5stcQcpL8XOdA3JHFG2zQvNbBxw/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191520850213560322" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />As you can see, we were all very excited too!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo3WruACo36JgAnkLxDhoA2_-64NAoREheYlYW1bz5R7sRmljP8S7HuFZUSy4H56AsotLMV-XNAX6bUWhxA-qMERakqi-aAmrraYPR25EsNkpt4JQSpKRZkLMg-70UJQmjT-D-MslhzmO/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo3WruACo36JgAnkLxDhoA2_-64NAoREheYlYW1bz5R7sRmljP8S7HuFZUSy4H56AsotLMV-XNAX6bUWhxA-qMERakqi-aAmrraYPR25EsNkpt4JQSpKRZkLMg-70UJQmjT-D-MslhzmO/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191531007811215442" border="0" /></a><br />She almost inhaled the fire trying to blow the candles out.<br />Her cake was very pink--just how she wanted it.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIesYSti10cQCqMkyUqRdYlvSr_uffd57Qhg1fKRHmHX0KXnDbzIC8oftiUNYCY7y3Qmy5s9hl5Y_fzOq8RcoS4X8FjR-Nj5w0IhrQ8hizVzC4oDuCYftj8jX6pSCMvtCqIOaWjHNj8Vht/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIesYSti10cQCqMkyUqRdYlvSr_uffd57Qhg1fKRHmHX0KXnDbzIC8oftiUNYCY7y3Qmy5s9hl5Y_fzOq8RcoS4X8FjR-Nj5w0IhrQ8hizVzC4oDuCYftj8jX6pSCMvtCqIOaWjHNj8Vht/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191520145838923746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sisi loves her new dress that Grandma D made for her.<br /></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-87724828831670756062008-02-01T16:08:00.001-08:002008-02-08T15:53:22.170-08:00Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuePWlGHy2zVLae1FH9P1e9QE3yknuh3fQXQhBkckonhLHsBVwctBLUBI4hCuDc_NrqtTNIMehg8wL1SWuNkKsl6NVZj4Ian2Ngfe0eV-nJScvlY0QpEZWQgdxV36Ro3tpEpKjKeHjisqU/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuePWlGHy2zVLae1FH9P1e9QE3yknuh3fQXQhBkckonhLHsBVwctBLUBI4hCuDc_NrqtTNIMehg8wL1SWuNkKsl6NVZj4Ian2Ngfe0eV-nJScvlY0QpEZWQgdxV36Ro3tpEpKjKeHjisqU/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162176126014828594" border="0" /></a>Sienna insisted on doing the dishes. She actually did a good job rinsing and placing them in the dishwasher. I need to cherish this because her enthusiasm for helping will fade, I'm sure, like the others. We are not allowed to call her our baby anymore. She will correct you and say, "I not a baby. I a big girl." And that she is. We are potty training her this week. Her "number one" is doing great. Her "number two" needs a little work, as I feared. She is afraid to go number two in the toilet. She will actually ask me to put a diaper on her when she needs to go. A few minutes later after she has "done her duty", she will let me know and I put her underwear back on (after I clean up, of course).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywCvQ9kARXahNt_vSp67el0kdD_BHql440kYJWaQmcpDwZCNVn6Hz0-1LQhDHU6oV72KCoALp9rwAy96GcQ5ucliC8o-Ij8P2gmUqY7cfxlKemrgJtLeeszku-08h7upT4z1n-OO0OlFT/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywCvQ9kARXahNt_vSp67el0kdD_BHql440kYJWaQmcpDwZCNVn6Hz0-1LQhDHU6oV72KCoALp9rwAy96GcQ5ucliC8o-Ij8P2gmUqY7cfxlKemrgJtLeeszku-08h7upT4z1n-OO0OlFT/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162175838252019746" border="0" /></a>Kamrie had two loose teeth for a couple of months. She was excited to get her permanent teeth in, until the first one came in behind her baby tooth. I called the dentist and made an appointment for her to be seen because I wasn't sure if it would somehow still come out on its own or if it would need to be pulled. The dentist said that it had to be pulled. She only had a topical ointment placed around her tooth before they pulled it out. But she was tough. Then the dentist had to try and decide if her other bottom tooth would have the same problem. If so, she would be right back in to get it pulled as well. He felt it would be wise to pull it now versus later. This one was harder to get out. I could see her body tense during the process. I HATE watching my kids be in pain. Tears came to both our eyes. But she was still very tough and the dental assistant commented on how amazingly brave she was. Kamrie then got a big chocolate covered ice cream cone from Arctic Cirlce and eight quarters from the tooth fairy that night. Kamrie said she felt the tooth fairy take her teeth and give her the money. She now has a harder time saying words with "s" and "sh". It is quite cute.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfLTC4Be49edn8xmicpJAAo88joU_nq929hhz6Z_jaB4lDeBTrX3qWN_1bTvsNUzSWoTW7QO7ygumKMitZr0SGcQpExt9JRfkZXCjMIVYZqM6svMgj-Ln9itocX0VEQ4AtIDmZprUZHFF/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfLTC4Be49edn8xmicpJAAo88joU_nq929hhz6Z_jaB4lDeBTrX3qWN_1bTvsNUzSWoTW7QO7ygumKMitZr0SGcQpExt9JRfkZXCjMIVYZqM6svMgj-Ln9itocX0VEQ4AtIDmZprUZHFF/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162170456657997826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6XTPtR55cxzVuXOFbYevb9Tow-qcyuOiyawgL0Z8zQhGr8bGdjDixgcYAGLNihCIFUrIoBGhDInU4pO3oqm4blOnU4ui21K7CYPFdfULITMWFqWE2YkauRjfTu2LgO68qe-uWyLmDSX0/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6XTPtR55cxzVuXOFbYevb9Tow-qcyuOiyawgL0Z8zQhGr8bGdjDixgcYAGLNihCIFUrIoBGhDInU4pO3oqm4blOnU4ui21K7CYPFdfULITMWFqWE2YkauRjfTu2LgO68qe-uWyLmDSX0/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162169778053165042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On the left is the Juarez Temple in Mexico. This is the temple that inspired President Hinckley to build many small temples around the world. On the right is the "Jenny Phillips" fireside group that went to Mexico to sing a few weekends ago. They are standing in front of the LDS high school called the Academy. They sang here as well as for the Stake in the area. Jarin stayed with a really nice couple with a big house. The wife is from Utah and the husband is native to the area.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-47234501991305019662008-01-14T12:56:00.000-08:002008-01-14T13:16:58.584-08:00Temple Square<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-JgGiXiS6_NgNZABwg5UPZD1qOrqHs8w57YSWzs-n8NCLiGi1TLMUHkDbdn5D_TksbN3dgGYgqUYF_Coom3OJjcvXbhwyZDtU4_jyrwUol6RjIRJ3I9aoRo_JWNpwueIhxxyOzvrgnGs/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-JgGiXiS6_NgNZABwg5UPZD1qOrqHs8w57YSWzs-n8NCLiGi1TLMUHkDbdn5D_TksbN3dgGYgqUYF_Coom3OJjcvXbhwyZDtU4_jyrwUol6RjIRJ3I9aoRo_JWNpwueIhxxyOzvrgnGs/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155443017768456402" border="0" /></a>Every December we like to go to Salt Lake Temple Square and look at the lights. This year we invited Grandma Nae, took some hot chocolate, and had a nice time enjoying one of our holiday traditions.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5mJukWeueQBQ77vvvAY3bm6nec3kKyc87afW9nunBYWgTjiTsV2zwJLLqZDFt0enI9pfGTEsFIsPDTgpLCZ6wuKnZS9Ix26xK32Je4lAGWKe-nBer21EUvELHbj-wDLR42UtxLMJBRSW/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5mJukWeueQBQ77vvvAY3bm6nec3kKyc87afW9nunBYWgTjiTsV2zwJLLqZDFt0enI9pfGTEsFIsPDTgpLCZ6wuKnZS9Ix26xK32Je4lAGWKe-nBer21EUvELHbj-wDLR42UtxLMJBRSW/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155441389975851170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbr3XhUVJ_VklDG3Puq6FyeMcDvY_dag5Evs5m6UiFBB9CpZO2siLvPGV32UtR6_8kuTRy4uLeYKNkPBFbqvOdD8H4EPzfnsnvOoWRezCMpE_g2F3HL0ZaHsM4610oVWPCp9Mi4mWw8sQ/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbr3XhUVJ_VklDG3Puq6FyeMcDvY_dag5Evs5m6UiFBB9CpZO2siLvPGV32UtR6_8kuTRy4uLeYKNkPBFbqvOdD8H4EPzfnsnvOoWRezCMpE_g2F3HL0ZaHsM4610oVWPCp9Mi4mWw8sQ/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155440784385462402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1lMfzpgExeSsex9CUxbmEOqmoIoOmS5xjGDYxk9nseZ1-cApx18ruC7DlZyC0h-4TT3AY7Gq7RATQZD1nVWyL_QINbYLWPoJ-VFcL1QbK-MDyXGEEHMntCie-YcClWI5dIp2FMU7nkRN/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1lMfzpgExeSsex9CUxbmEOqmoIoOmS5xjGDYxk9nseZ1-cApx18ruC7DlZyC0h-4TT3AY7Gq7RATQZD1nVWyL_QINbYLWPoJ-VFcL1QbK-MDyXGEEHMntCie-YcClWI5dIp2FMU7nkRN/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155441085033173138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-laBjvRnC_VSvXbs-jqKiLvcims4msA2NoTC4hcOEEEu2m97u2LFqwxatBpRojXhJo4GfOPvADOkX0jrMlVzaIO3ZCgmG1PJVDzy8kSGwPKH4EDkOzOyFXLeJRQV1Kc6n7cTf5hdeSuWg/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-laBjvRnC_VSvXbs-jqKiLvcims4msA2NoTC4hcOEEEu2m97u2LFqwxatBpRojXhJo4GfOPvADOkX0jrMlVzaIO3ZCgmG1PJVDzy8kSGwPKH4EDkOzOyFXLeJRQV1Kc6n7cTf5hdeSuWg/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155443743617929458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIift1NDsPdmSwRyb_Jswl7PVREH0IBnY2QTV3sx0W7Sg70kYq9b9gfv4d9PSeW5fw1jdoiOqB_nLV7Vffe_uzrJVI2AdNlzOoiPtS4bJTTM6OXtuxUc7asbIpDLikEfSpkWJkuewSSsS/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIift1NDsPdmSwRyb_Jswl7PVREH0IBnY2QTV3sx0W7Sg70kYq9b9gfv4d9PSeW5fw1jdoiOqB_nLV7Vffe_uzrJVI2AdNlzOoiPtS4bJTTM6OXtuxUc7asbIpDLikEfSpkWJkuewSSsS/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155441965501468850" border="0" /></a>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-13227579024711860392008-01-14T11:59:00.000-08:002008-01-14T12:37:46.757-08:00Dallin's BaptismSo Dallin was baptized and confirmed over a month ago on December 1st. I don't know what my deal is, but I can't seem to either find the time or the energy to blog sometimes. But here it finally is.<br /><br />It was a wonderful day with Grandma and Grandpa D, the Spragues, Grandpa Stevens, Quin and Vanessa and family, Becca, the Flints, and a couple of neighbors who showed their support. We enjoyed quite the snow storm that morning. Thank goodness we had several soups to choose from for the luncheon afterwards. It was the perfect meal for a cold, blustery day. Thanks to everyone who helped out by bringing a soup, for the gifts, and for showing up. I really appreciate everyone's love and support for our sweet Dallin. It was a special day for him. I am so happy that he has chosen to follow his Savior and gain the awesome gift of the Holy Ghost to help him in this life. I am really proud of him and his decisions. Here are some pictures from that day. Dallin isn't smiling in them because I think he doesn't like his smile (he has mentioned that once before). I know it was a happy day for him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0uNozamY2xtSke8CPqRGatwbtcpa2GrJoD3NI8ZFYB6lSbPZNwA6Bhf5vDffnvSQy9tji02xDanNfvjoAxTp6CfNqG-2LPa6XsYDM2LKhgYEvERSgkuW7JmpSj3rOYi_EtYunj3TuuRq/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0uNozamY2xtSke8CPqRGatwbtcpa2GrJoD3NI8ZFYB6lSbPZNwA6Bhf5vDffnvSQy9tji02xDanNfvjoAxTp6CfNqG-2LPa6XsYDM2LKhgYEvERSgkuW7JmpSj3rOYi_EtYunj3TuuRq/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155428440649453618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9tlO_5oXnOaz5VU2qbOxTHeBdYc46pGAtNGTb5iENhAZqBZPkKGgID6U8vv1RsYYdxo8zgly9CZcnpwqru1OGLQvje1EZjeSgAMn1MRBC95SNoEj9grmgUA8pDG0JTFfCJ-hBYQUtBzA/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9tlO_5oXnOaz5VU2qbOxTHeBdYc46pGAtNGTb5iENhAZqBZPkKGgID6U8vv1RsYYdxo8zgly9CZcnpwqru1OGLQvje1EZjeSgAMn1MRBC95SNoEj9grmgUA8pDG0JTFfCJ-hBYQUtBzA/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155428728412262466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxYrXiQbn_mu41Y6A6kVxAN7LOpECJi4T0Px3_1SjsjpcDc3A-RRXEUp2l9lNXou8NhZaLUTbJAjdFJQdy71RSkHbtBIGWE1YT8XS-H_VFrIaKnW5vJYnMzwcy3aad98PK3LIodmP0Wz8/s1600-h/Dallin's+Baptism+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxYrXiQbn_mu41Y6A6kVxAN7LOpECJi4T0Px3_1SjsjpcDc3A-RRXEUp2l9lNXou8NhZaLUTbJAjdFJQdy71RSkHbtBIGWE1YT8XS-H_VFrIaKnW5vJYnMzwcy3aad98PK3LIodmP0Wz8/s320/Dallin's+Baptism+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155431898098126946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxMW5vqnvbVqRBZrYPPbuodfrEzO82KmZynR1q_O1kwaPDFToXFlwjtWCRN1Qvf1VzUyz6JPSAkM3KGsdmQfhmKDtpCD1anfE9SWVZkwZI1nH4tXPj161yEuIvSoAs58FxMMfRkuZ4DXB/s1600-h/Dallin's+Baptism+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxMW5vqnvbVqRBZrYPPbuodfrEzO82KmZynR1q_O1kwaPDFToXFlwjtWCRN1Qvf1VzUyz6JPSAkM3KGsdmQfhmKDtpCD1anfE9SWVZkwZI1nH4tXPj161yEuIvSoAs58FxMMfRkuZ4DXB/s320/Dallin's+Baptism+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155433465761190002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARxbaLgA0MefxdHqBhIpCDDovFUQ51bHo_a0zRPFd_PD1V8H54vuukXWz7zMH1QIL9kwariReUBdDAbPcVfYK2rmLDyyJACoQ8tU3UTBelufE9y-b6WqzqtOiISBQuWHlu_eFCqMTkq_7/s1600-h/Dallin's+Baptism.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARxbaLgA0MefxdHqBhIpCDDovFUQ51bHo_a0zRPFd_PD1V8H54vuukXWz7zMH1QIL9kwariReUBdDAbPcVfYK2rmLDyyJACoQ8tU3UTBelufE9y-b6WqzqtOiISBQuWHlu_eFCqMTkq_7/s320/Dallin's+Baptism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155431193723490386" border="0" /></a>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-84545782036453449042007-12-12T08:20:00.000-08:002007-12-12T08:42:10.921-08:00We Already Have to Deal With This?There's a cute little girl from Taylor's class that keeps calling him--not just once in a while, but several times a day. They will talk about nothing for quite a while until we tell Taylor that he needs to get off. They are holding up the phone line to sit in silence sometimes while they do their own thing. It's really quite funny. . . or scary . . . I don't know what to think! Aren't we too young to be dealing with this? I know he has had his eye on her for a while. One of his best friends used to like her and she liked him. Taylor actually made a beaded necklace with her name on it for his friend to give to her while they were "going out". His friend, of course, didn't want to give it to her. Eventually they "broke up" and Taylor's friend was heart broken. I don't know if she broke up with him for Taylor or what. I sure hope not. We've talked to Taylor about him being too young to have a "girlfriend". He says that they are only friends, but I still can't help but wonder. Luckily at this age, not much harm can be done. We'll have to let you know how the saga ends.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-17946603444907189812007-12-04T21:20:00.001-08:002007-12-04T21:46:01.894-08:00Dallin's 8th Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGP0tUG1o4QXNyelVJl0lG0WITjT4v-w86ZMoIo6AXNkz1HrpjD_48xfdLY2qHonGcJSXIzCmMhuWNXoibMUE1OtlIAiJ1p8yq5cK5N_WsKO44r_BbjDYqnZne34j9jsMD-JJe3vCrPHzG/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140354812385112050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGP0tUG1o4QXNyelVJl0lG0WITjT4v-w86ZMoIo6AXNkz1HrpjD_48xfdLY2qHonGcJSXIzCmMhuWNXoibMUE1OtlIAiJ1p8yq5cK5N_WsKO44r_BbjDYqnZne34j9jsMD-JJe3vCrPHzG/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>We celebrated Dallin's 8th birthday twice, once with Jarin's family the day before his birthday, and once again the day after his birthday with friends. Since his actual birthday was on a Sunday, it was very low key. We made his favorite meal: shrimp scampi, macaroni and cheese, and fruit (grapes, apples, and bananas). We served it on our nice china.</div><br /><div>His birthday party was on Monday right after school. He had eight friends join him at a place called "Jump On It" in Lindon. The kids got to jump for an hour on a whole bunch of trampolines that are connected together in a 10,000 square foot warehouse. There were even trampolines on the side of the walls. Jarin said it was an awesome workout. I think he had as much fun as the kids. I just stood by and watched. Afterwards, we brought the kids back to our house for pizza, cake, ice cream, and presents. I think Dallin felt that it was a special birthday. He is so easy to please! Here are some pictures during his party.</div><br /><div></div><div>I will blog about his baptism when I get the pictures from everyone. The battery to my camera died right when we were about to take pictures after the baptism.</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfsqIcmm4Q-V4lrmbOhyphenhyphenz2bggTnhA4PWMR-BXhuumh67NrkbomzTTuX14023rd_UfCFgBt9RqphWCtATMiR8fuMwo-zQXPdDb3yJK6wbbNooMrFR-3Kge3BstN_LdFiQq46R8ABuuRL8/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140358978503389202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQfsqIcmm4Q-V4lrmbOhyphenhyphenz2bggTnhA4PWMR-BXhuumh67NrkbomzTTuX14023rd_UfCFgBt9RqphWCtATMiR8fuMwo-zQXPdDb3yJK6wbbNooMrFR-3Kge3BstN_LdFiQq46R8ABuuRL8/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEohtONHMYBD6OKtsFwPa8lB8ajn1iTHj3S5zZLNvY5ezrtYm07aYyIBfRL9Y-38_IMDqOGHbGJrG5AaKa9OumYbJAkSbi6cw3tx0Y6Qzs-had7PKnrvTY65NvM-hNfLPdy4KFVmrHcwy/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140359206136655906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEohtONHMYBD6OKtsFwPa8lB8ajn1iTHj3S5zZLNvY5ezrtYm07aYyIBfRL9Y-38_IMDqOGHbGJrG5AaKa9OumYbJAkSbi6cw3tx0Y6Qzs-had7PKnrvTY65NvM-hNfLPdy4KFVmrHcwy/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyfXYfDmGNs90K2Zp2-DrnZAPV0xbIfaRzobngD2QnCwTpaGrsTG2BJ8HUPQgLotg6tPkcqH6DYjjX9LeTNmdpSNolxcdiCxxS2uLGf3UVX8CX42F_SNVLHyUC5IYcgFuNZ7svR7DfqAo/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpapVdx_bun7vyM-JKCW8QznBcbRMJjvmmd4slctZsryfCY2ciWfOPEtWgAaDvfVIdxbf5zUzWjRPBGU63UV8zpyyTeJvg58jt71pst-PlUQjJmZTNnIOPXlmew4O9GE0rUl8NDxXdPZ6/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140359927691161666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpapVdx_bun7vyM-JKCW8QznBcbRMJjvmmd4slctZsryfCY2ciWfOPEtWgAaDvfVIdxbf5zUzWjRPBGU63UV8zpyyTeJvg58jt71pst-PlUQjJmZTNnIOPXlmew4O9GE0rUl8NDxXdPZ6/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9lpRhr9dne70Yn7OLMe6uZD8zshtgKZhqBAtsfFuBH1yTfeLnpNvnfsUQh5xgx2QFRu_u4HEibJhAn0jmERkbXDgwkThppx6aD1mzeD6PL8cQUUESfZaUNYqgcBryqko_6gVIfoum5sT/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140359601273647154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9lpRhr9dne70Yn7OLMe6uZD8zshtgKZhqBAtsfFuBH1yTfeLnpNvnfsUQh5xgx2QFRu_u4HEibJhAn0jmERkbXDgwkThppx6aD1mzeD6PL8cQUUESfZaUNYqgcBryqko_6gVIfoum5sT/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpySrMbFwJAKhJc7GTMdUdT8pkPLvdiDCTbUmu7JdjZpUrnhfmV63lMlXqMyYuJL81evoZIufh-AVHeB8S424e14c4XtWciXI0cpJz040D3U8UZW35kEwqIxzHvbhq16jpa1jFwu61Z_IX/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140360271288545362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpySrMbFwJAKhJc7GTMdUdT8pkPLvdiDCTbUmu7JdjZpUrnhfmV63lMlXqMyYuJL81evoZIufh-AVHeB8S424e14c4XtWciXI0cpJz040D3U8UZW35kEwqIxzHvbhq16jpa1jFwu61Z_IX/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-80441549745687364582007-11-28T14:35:00.000-08:002007-12-04T21:20:04.064-08:00Thanksgiving FeastI wrote this blog last week but couldn't get the my computer to recognize my camera. For some reason it works now (thank goodness).<br /><div align="left"><br />Phew! That was amazing! I have never hosted a Thanksgiving feast at my house before. It was a lot of work but very rewarding. We had 24 people over. That included many of Jarin's family members, Scott, Maran, Hannah, and two friends brought by Chalyce and Courtney. The food was incredible. We had a very yummy turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, two kinds of fruit salads, broccoli salad, rolls, homemade gravy, stuffing, a green bean casserole, homemade macaroni and cheese, pies, pies, and more pies. Did I miss anything? It was wonderful. After lunch/dinner, we went to see the "Bee" movie with Jarin's family. It was pretty good. Kids and adults enjoyed it alike (however half of us were falling asleep due to the tryptophan in the turkey). We weren't in a rush ever and the day was just perfect. Here are some pictures. I didn't take as many as I had intended. I wish I would have taken a picture of the tables prior to eating so you could see how we fit that many people in such little space. These will have to do.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140351062878662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_FvY_I7-vPpAGoyyOEaRzbiPRuUJpOS4f2P_RpuOVtHIjiP-9NJh_SvB-l96tkntDLkpQZDMkZ_G5mLfS0s2GBr8ndcg_fF3sLRMnIX0gFWOWZMaCcxTC65T79wLT0Ww-r6D1L8VnJcu/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140351535325065170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqvNacktWTHSbQSLYEp3C2IpnGGDSNebofqAJ9TVLA0hZsYTDveD7MIBHJoJrwMAYMsU6MfKv64acjJRMAM7kRnoj3oU3xgUTgMeubx11yJNlH6TSR7XOXOPd-FqmSL3HXgU85_m6M8YI/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Courtney and his friend Diane. She brought some yummy homemade macaroni and cheese.</div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140352183865126882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwnUHWtzacufPRSHOWPQioad1DCyeGME2F7Ixtihf0aCjlwkthLpiAO2Z87MjPzv6QYcX8XDyg89F6od3BR6nPNdcYVch0L8caObiR1GJg_NbOWo_qQDhhpn8bjbIpRqhHnFepK81o8ES/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">This is a picture of Chalyce's friend Mark. He is an amazing pianist. He accompanied Jarin's song "The Spirit of Nativity" while he was hearing Jarin sing and play it on his guitar for the first time. It was absolutely gorgeous!<br /></p>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-36029514880646395612007-11-02T07:37:00.001-07:002007-11-02T08:26:15.418-07:00Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_t8-kZw6YMR34SvFx0BubTjNCStX6yYuxr2uwAgZ47WBr8pKFjZwk5ULfFf29CAgkck7poUU1X6jZx_Pehn8C_wT2RLgmdC2cI74ygowDYdIKcOPoqAjaQVoHZ2Aw-NpIYOXwmlYbCCK/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128252868467741890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_t8-kZw6YMR34SvFx0BubTjNCStX6yYuxr2uwAgZ47WBr8pKFjZwk5ULfFf29CAgkck7poUU1X6jZx_Pehn8C_wT2RLgmdC2cI74ygowDYdIKcOPoqAjaQVoHZ2Aw-NpIYOXwmlYbCCK/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128253182000354514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpaX3rxWQjBCqjz2VbOECb6OM5QPbBuBY9FanigI2aJlNAL5LisStR7KNV8hki1SnLnT0XlWjIuAL5XarTph0RwWN4MQF4iQf3vMpg4vEoM2ijqYGOwvKWsgcy18u7Obk8dy8FKhe8Ct3/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPRp4RRB6l_2zZwqmdqMkkkyhgPE806EF02PCpnYeYSE8Cin2gbBDl87ZsBy2D4ox9zkjR0010hCMWHWRyfASE9IswBlv5EFnFr3jBb3tOjySnOZ-iDfFGMyftAlRSk7BJOE9d_q4y1vd/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"></a><div><br />We had a cute little lamb (I think), a beautiful princess, a mighty ninja, and Skullzor the scary dude. We found Sienna's costume in our closet full of dress-ups. I'm not sure where we got it from and if it is a lamb or white teddy bear costume. But she was cute and warm anyway. Kamrie's costume came from Grandpa Price last Christmas. She was very excited to wear make-up and had sparkles all over her face and hair. This is the third year in a row that she has been some kind of princess. I keep trying to convince her to be something else, but she just loves princesses. I'm afraid we're in for it when she becomes a teenager. Dallin found his costume at Target. I think he was more excited to buy the little ninja swords than the costume. He likes to play fight with Taylor and his buddies. I'm not sure if he was just playing the part in his pictures or if he just couldn't see with that costume and without his glasses. Taylor wanted to be something "scary" this year. I tried to suggest two other costumes we already had in the dress-up closet--Sulley from Monsters, Inc. or Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. Unfortunately he is old enough now that anything cutesie is WAY OUT. Then I tried to convince him to be something funny or cool like Napoleon Dynamite or a hippie. But he would have nothing to do with those either. I can't stand scary costumes. Fortunately, I don't think he scared anyone with that smile and those glasses (although Hannah doesn't look so sure in the picture). It was fun to have Scott, Maran, and Hannah come over for a pizza dinner and trick or treating. It was a perfect Halloween. The weather was much better than in the past and because the time change isn't until this Sunday, it was actually somewhat light out when we started. We all had a great time. Now we have to just control the sugar consumption. We have way too much candy because they did a trunk or treat on Tuesday as well. We let them pick about 15-20 pieces of candy that they just can't do without and keep them in their pumpkins. The rest of it went into a community pile. I have hidden that. For now they get to pick five pieces of candy a day to eat at their leisure. I'm not sure how long I will let that go on. I'm hoping the excitement of it all will fade soon. It's a good thing they have dentist appointments in a couple of weeks.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-32153549312922022682007-10-25T14:50:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:59:08.296-07:00Clips from the Lives of My KidsI know, I know. It's been way too long. Well here are some pictures of my kids recently. There isn't anything new or exciting going on our lives (unless you count Sisi's 2 year old adventures).<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5Pv4s76R4xfwenkHNAcEnv1kD0jWxFoBOOw7MsidKAuZEIDIpknezYvn85eN05aE7fjSyXAcA-9_bLHKHGNJoV_WvkUp354ej5zCV-T-KyzSZ_XzJfwec4fWHrdJKMd05Y20RK2NtJzH/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125399313671115778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5Pv4s76R4xfwenkHNAcEnv1kD0jWxFoBOOw7MsidKAuZEIDIpknezYvn85eN05aE7fjSyXAcA-9_bLHKHGNJoV_WvkUp354ej5zCV-T-KyzSZ_XzJfwec4fWHrdJKMd05Y20RK2NtJzH/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD4-b72IbfNBQ_DVm0WOx4PzQ4Xc9Q09o8GXjeNmgenykSqvMKbEjEigEvcHUsRcWH8DhW37Hy8eVNvKlTL-0ZScCABhaOrkCIfMiLPote-BgHysgRXtMMtH-HU2cPOXGQq0bsiPx4uKa/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125399644383597586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD4-b72IbfNBQ_DVm0WOx4PzQ4Xc9Q09o8GXjeNmgenykSqvMKbEjEigEvcHUsRcWH8DhW37Hy8eVNvKlTL-0ZScCABhaOrkCIfMiLPote-BgHysgRXtMMtH-HU2cPOXGQq0bsiPx4uKa/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Sienna is so proud of her "lip gloss" that she put on. She found Kamrie's red stamp and stamped her lips a million times. It took a couple of days for it to completely disappear.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TxfFTrIBd3Gbbtsl0il1IsENeHJYyGlcEAO34EJyWQw-q1Ye9BHMvh7TtR-vkGP2gT0NECpLjlXDG4RCXozHw4Rr2i5CM9pPQ7SOhXccBMuY5z2njFVvhTH7eFVYN23w-nlp_J7A1hsY/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125400082470261794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TxfFTrIBd3Gbbtsl0il1IsENeHJYyGlcEAO34EJyWQw-q1Ye9BHMvh7TtR-vkGP2gT0NECpLjlXDG4RCXozHw4Rr2i5CM9pPQ7SOhXccBMuY5z2njFVvhTH7eFVYN23w-nlp_J7A1hsY/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0JGzP_-3vfMjXRyoFOm3oGh9sXC5390Yiq7ae_qD1LdAD1Um-InbITw95eVgIUVe2_A4i1SAWWAEqx4moppf2ZaGEKA_dZa0660vucYdl1Wi3EU2vyE7SuYyyb9XWefpKhxsczMgJbkt/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125400434657580082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0JGzP_-3vfMjXRyoFOm3oGh9sXC5390Yiq7ae_qD1LdAD1Um-InbITw95eVgIUVe2_A4i1SAWWAEqx4moppf2ZaGEKA_dZa0660vucYdl1Wi3EU2vyE7SuYyyb9XWefpKhxsczMgJbkt/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br />Here she is "potty training". I told her to pretend she was going poo poo. She recognizes that she has gone poo. But she won't tell me before. In fact, she hides somewhere and then tells me that she went potty. I hope to have her trained by Christmas. But I won't officially try until she poos pretty regularly in the toilet. I don't feel like throwing away brand new underwear every time there's an accident. Pee washes out just fine. But poo, well . . .gross and I won't even try.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSts88Tt0gPYyo12hBIOj8uvnK0IUyyAAaPoESVnBO1oc7V297pJuebhKlLqnt9uHTO45u0VzN5nwhh4z6eEi9pFWjGi_W_lGtT0Xcb-2-4PKFKbTYT5cW3YUPi6YwktbpunlFoXIGb8u/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125402564961358914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSts88Tt0gPYyo12hBIOj8uvnK0IUyyAAaPoESVnBO1oc7V297pJuebhKlLqnt9uHTO45u0VzN5nwhh4z6eEi9pFWjGi_W_lGtT0Xcb-2-4PKFKbTYT5cW3YUPi6YwktbpunlFoXIGb8u/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="left">This is Sisi and Grandma "Nae" (who is our adopted grandma) enjoying the beautiful outdoors during a scenic drive we took. She lives on our street and is the sweetest lady. We just love her. By the way, Sienna's hair is done every day of her life. But you couldn't tell by the pics since she constantly pulls out her hair things.</div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlIF97U1BbtNOhwuxqNtcjLveUz5zuo2zfYvQVimTNbFgmyfPGAc_o6V_iq65Mlsu2iKPqWnatQZx_uIS2M_XKBLT4L8UJPr10ghWedh3TVrcP1oc2Cbt6I9bY50FgfH2ZMhVuWuCCn9v/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125403642998150226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlIF97U1BbtNOhwuxqNtcjLveUz5zuo2zfYvQVimTNbFgmyfPGAc_o6V_iq65Mlsu2iKPqWnatQZx_uIS2M_XKBLT4L8UJPr10ghWedh3TVrcP1oc2Cbt6I9bY50FgfH2ZMhVuWuCCn9v/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left">This picture may not be appropriate . . . but here it is anyway. They all thought it was funny to dress like Sienna and put her diapers on. I'm surprised they all fit into her size four diaper!</div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOWM-TqwP723TBmDmbmN9k3RagJp1_2wc-zPEPLEkbGkY-MB24UL5H-tmc3AvdSRIWkqb50kKdS-abNx_CxZNAv6ZYmY-vGqLgPpB87aRvRbqdngk90ZYUL-thrBwEwdzV0MqTmzOb08w/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125404579301020770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOWM-TqwP723TBmDmbmN9k3RagJp1_2wc-zPEPLEkbGkY-MB24UL5H-tmc3AvdSRIWkqb50kKdS-abNx_CxZNAv6ZYmY-vGqLgPpB87aRvRbqdngk90ZYUL-thrBwEwdzV0MqTmzOb08w/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Typically we discourage these two from taking baths together. Here's just one reason why. It took quite a bit of water to clear out these bubbles made from a jetted tub.</div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div>The following are pictures of Kamrie and some classmates on her field trip to Hee Haw's Farm yesterday. I was lucky enough to be one of the parents who got to accompany them.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVZWS5uRqHH59SrLXagOWydPidz_lTplggK-ku9iE59D_VAD7IqMlVl3qrhE1LNnj-YH3Hzt3EiNeR4rWA5AdFavbUOh6wkGqw1YWocSB59kxqb5WPoZpjkShmWN975imL30dDoaS1UxN/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125405996640228466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVZWS5uRqHH59SrLXagOWydPidz_lTplggK-ku9iE59D_VAD7IqMlVl3qrhE1LNnj-YH3Hzt3EiNeR4rWA5AdFavbUOh6wkGqw1YWocSB59kxqb5WPoZpjkShmWN975imL30dDoaS1UxN/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKq_3KNAVjZGNrNIwmaY4gtWa4FRUCqQZQIkx1lLYpN1Yx1sJ_O9yGY6TMi5u-poAyomgS7x0KMmWni2NEPS4wYmyx752JaNUwRoJRTtWwZp7Ma-E0v1xONF1AgzQQaHPRUeOrSv_Oqgur/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125406344532579458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKq_3KNAVjZGNrNIwmaY4gtWa4FRUCqQZQIkx1lLYpN1Yx1sJ_O9yGY6TMi5u-poAyomgS7x0KMmWni2NEPS4wYmyx752JaNUwRoJRTtWwZp7Ma-E0v1xONF1AgzQQaHPRUeOrSv_Oqgur/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p5MsDPYAzVhxkrVbEKK4QZxj2yk4Zo0WTjvU8MTfd-OyxB34v3LtGo7MN460JYUtRx3XjkFfeKRbiJy1UrIhAwQt1QJfp7pTcXHUeg3dhGLYTynpxGlCVcs30_9NYVNsraIZ6vLIM45U/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125407371029763218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p5MsDPYAzVhxkrVbEKK4QZxj2yk4Zo0WTjvU8MTfd-OyxB34v3LtGo7MN460JYUtRx3XjkFfeKRbiJy1UrIhAwQt1QJfp7pTcXHUeg3dhGLYTynpxGlCVcs30_9NYVNsraIZ6vLIM45U/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKF_xOaoq7zx_VxbhD8BXRvWMLEjKHIs4MkkzzYCNVpgC3_4rySUmpVtWjzclfueMEaqqmzlbbmxQgnTEF_lE9usdAycLWG90IzMH-PmzzXegfdTuLo9vJRXRbS-62yNDxKk3fgH0audS/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125409097606616226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKF_xOaoq7zx_VxbhD8BXRvWMLEjKHIs4MkkzzYCNVpgC3_4rySUmpVtWjzclfueMEaqqmzlbbmxQgnTEF_lE9usdAycLWG90IzMH-PmzzXegfdTuLo9vJRXRbS-62yNDxKk3fgH0audS/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p5MsDPYAzVhxkrVbEKK4QZxj2yk4Zo0WTjvU8MTfd-OyxB34v3LtGo7MN460JYUtRx3XjkFfeKRbiJy1UrIhAwQt1QJfp7pTcXHUeg3dhGLYTynpxGlCVcs30_9NYVNsraIZ6vLIM45U/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p5MsDPYAzVhxkrVbEKK4QZxj2yk4Zo0WTjvU8MTfd-OyxB34v3LtGo7MN460JYUtRx3XjkFfeKRbiJy1UrIhAwQt1QJfp7pTcXHUeg3dhGLYTynpxGlCVcs30_9NYVNsraIZ6vLIM45U/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div>They each got to pick a small pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. Up above is Kamrie sliding down a 30 foot slide. She was very afraid to do it alone but finally mustered up the courage and took the plunge.</div><div align="left"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-7592494441529161122007-09-07T08:53:00.000-07:002007-09-07T14:00:51.089-07:00Jury DutyI feel like I've been gone forever for the last two days. I was called to Jury Duty about a month ago for Wednesday, September 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>. I showed up with 31 other possible jurors. After being interviewed for 3 1/2 - 4 hours, I was actually selected by both lawyers to be one of the jurors for a two day trial. Only eight of us were chosen. I kind of wondered if I would be picked because I'm not an extremely opinionated person. I can always see both sides. I tell you it is hard to come up with the best solution for everyone. I'm so glad I don't have to judge anyone in the next life. I also can see why it is so important to hire a GOOD lawyer and that if you are ever in any kind of accident, take pictures of everything, including your injuries.<br /><br />If you're interested in the case, keep reading. The case was a civil lawsuit involving a car accident. Usually these things are settled out of court. But both sides felt very strongly about their cases; and so it unfortunately went to court. I think both sides lost. Here is the scenario (I'll try to be short and to the point): The plaintiffs were two young and poor Hispanic people and the defendant (the one being sued) was a middle to upper class white male. This car accident happened almost four years ago in December 2003. So memories of everything are kind of foggy. The 18 yo from Argentina claims he was making a left hand lane change from the left hand lane (third lane) into the left turning lanes going from State Street in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Orem</span> to 800 North. He waited in line in traffic at a red light until the two-way turning lane (the middle lane between the two sides) ended before merging into the turning lanes. He claims that the white male was being negligent by passing everyone waiting in line when he merged into the two-way turning lane a few cars behind to get to the same left turning lanes on State Street. The 18 yo turned into the left turning lanes a split second before the white male approached causing them to collide. The 18 yo had two other passengers in the car- a 16 yo and a 14 yo girl. The 14 yo got a large "goose-egg" on her forehead which later turned into swelling throughout her face for three more weeks. She endures some lasting problems, such as her eye twitching when she reads for long periods of time, headaches about twice a week, slight pain in her neck and arm caused by a disc that's out of place. She says she can't be in loud places for long periods of time which has caused social isolation. The 18 yo claims he has headaches 2-3 times a week still, pain in his left eye, and scars on his two index fingers from biting them :) when he has the excruciating headaches. It takes him about two hours longer to do his work at the family business because of the constant headaches. Together they wanted $70 grand from the white male to cover both medical bills and pain and suffering.<br /><br />The white male was on his way to drop off his wife and kids at his home to make it to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BYU</span> basketball game when the accident happened. He feels that he did absolutely nothing illegal and that the 18 yo was actually trying to make a U-turn right there and not merging into the left turning lanes because of the speed that he shot out and because the 18 yo was looking at the southbound lanes and not at him. The defendant paid a forensic/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">UDOT</span> guy (who okays all the lights, traffic signs, and lines in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Orem</span>) to come and reenact the accident for us. He said that after looking at the police reports, testimonies, photos of cars after accident, and plugging them into his computer program, that the evidence supported what the white male was saying: The 18 yo was indeed making a U-turn from a quick speed. He also said that travelling in the two-way lane was permissible for the white male. There was some debate on that from the plaintiff's lawyer, so I was still unclear what the law really was saying. We had to try and pick it apart as a jury to know what the overall consensus was on the law. We decided that the law said he could use that lane to prepare for a left turn at the turning lane as long as he was being safe in doing so. We felt that the overall feeling from everyone was that the white male was probably going a little too fast for road conditions and considering the traffic.<br /><br />We had to place the amount of fault we thought each had (and we tried really hard to be fair). We decided that the 18 yo was 80% at fault due to the fact that he didn't use his blinker or even look to see if someone was coming up behind him to the left before he either merged or flipped the U-turn. We felt that it was irrelevant if he was merging or flipping a U-turn. We put 20% blame on the white male for driving faster than was probably safe in the two-way lane. We had to come up with how much the 14 yo should be compensated because she was truly the victim here. We decided that $10,000 covered her medical expenses and $7,500 covered her pain and suffering. Since the white male was 20% at fault, he has to pay 20% of $17,500 which is $3,500. I think he doesn't pay it out of pocket though. Even though no one said it, I'm also sure that the 14 yo had insurance that covered most of her medical bills, car insurance paid for the damage of the cars, and that the lawyers will take a good portion of their money. As for the 18 yo, he got nothing but lawyer bills because he was more than 50% at fault for the accident.<br /><br />All in all, I feel mostly bad for the defendant because he was not the cause of the accident and he was the one getting sued. We got to talk with the lawyers and everyone after the case. They asked us questions about how we came to our conclusions and how the lawyers could have done better. The 14 yo was happy because she got some money, though it is little. Pretty sad though. I think everyone lost here. But I had a great time getting to know the other jurors. I don't think I've laughed so hard in such a long time. There were some hilarious guys there. It kind of made me want to go to work to have that social time. But, I realize the importance of my work as a mother, even though it feels like I've accomplished nothing most of the time. However, I think it helped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jarin</span> appreciate what I do because he stayed home for those two days to watch the kids. Also, it helped me appreciate how tiring it is to work all day and then come home to a mad house. I'll reap the benefits of my reward as a mother when the kids are grown, I know. It'll all pay off in the end.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-34251580063325778802007-09-02T18:33:00.000-07:002007-09-02T19:55:29.035-07:00Back to School<div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;">Taylor and Dallin started their first day of fourth and second grades almost two weeks ago on August 21st. Taylor's teacher, Ms. Murdock, has just completed her "student teaching" at Saratoga Shores last year. So she is brand spankin' new. I'm sure she'll be great. All of the teachers have been so far. However, she announced the first day of school that she just barely got engaged and will be married next June. Hopefully she's not too distracted. Dallin's teacher, Mrs. Rowberry, has been at Saratoga Shores Elementary for a couple of years now (considering that the school is only a few years old--that's pretty good!) She is pregnant with her first baby and is due in a few weeks. So Dallin will have a substitute for six weeks. It's got to be hard to be a brand new mom and a teacher all at the same time. I don't know how these women do it. I'm sure it will be a great year for everyone.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;">Kamrie's first day of kindergarten was last Tuesday, August 28th. She was very excited (and nervous since she hardly touched her lunch that day). She goes in the afternoon. Kamrie's teacher is Mrs. Ashworth (same teacher Dallin had). She is a middle aged lady with seven kids. She's been teaching for a long time. She did Kamrie's kindergarten assessment the week prior and said Kamrie will be reading in no time. So far, Kamrie has loved it. She was so excited for kindergarten that she kept asking every day since we got home from California how close it was to the time she got to go.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;">It's really strange to have just one child at home for part of the day. I don't think I've experienced that since Dallin was born almost eight years ago. To top it off, Sienna goes down for a nap part of the time. Wow, whatever shall I do with myself? I'm sure I could find a few things.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3z1DJwjeJ5xaSvD7lXxe6ZKBbL-MROWJm9Z9DhAbSiiA-sF-C1wqc4yr-pPawb_saUkiuD-nDeJeiVJ17PUQH8My2MHHAsbkGcOmSSZHUTfkIA-QTq4Vq0wl_V_Houvlr3Ktc4e_Zk_y/s1600-h/DSC_0337.JPG"></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Taylor and Dallin's First Day of School<br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105791029182592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QMvBaeoiReqh9-f4U7SEbkaRKhgfll6hRscPlgI4DXCL217S-FZ7KBxMVTlVMya0dYlNE5GwEkl3StRUXaRzX4ZgndIhEj_AcradhTObFPyb28I-ZzER-rQM7Fv2M-6dhDpGsQnabh7l/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" border="0" /></span> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105792433636898178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialz8KyekkJnj2rZdKNueoUbbel7RC-SL7gKMyFYhIS-IF4DjNxHHqzUH1kDT6GiYgdFbADJvkSQpN_-YlYmeR-sG_7tP7AI6KxHThKyyXIsz-77tgG-zi4yDRVS7OZIR0FtAekUU4IMY4/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="color:#993300;">Waiting at the bus stop.</span><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105791712082392418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tldz9WXvg6k3KRE17ctZT-MZeXiY8-E6zXXdsh5P2T9Jr7DE2tiYW-kKwwHhXWUybINlIgABpdFEZMWScBYLrzGmlmW104uFQlvneti_huZBpekqDBC4xoLki04hByhfpwKZqU7LREdf/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#993300;">Sienna's reaction every time someone leaves on the bus without her. This week she kept saying, "I wanna go to kindogowden." I'm sure she'll start to enjoy her alone time with mommy soon.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105791969780430194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aq2iOSlYC_etGGqakgjjoyWIKsozPzJUmjeTf3n1nt9CnDMEsIfKnJFAySEkwElZBsa2-uC5VeDELPG0miZS3haeBR10F4Mf36puGJdfYDkQHfZ-BjiLo59w-ggvbGefW5BWzMlSZDW7/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">All right, so I copied Jennifer somewhat. But hey, it was a good idea. I found this pencil brownie idea online. Mine didn't quite turn out like the one in the picture. But that's okay. It still tasted like lots of sugar, and that's what is important.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Kamrie's First Day of School</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105801985644164514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3olSyyqoMvO4t-_SEc7VeHYY-inA9VowZTFnv8MOtRETfQQpAiYurTSCwgLohc5-FoRMyQKcVDC7mnQXDLpqcNdSDOskCiHdZxBlG2RrLoACb6gp6bPCkDscu5mVh56PPd6Oj6GpZlzgX/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105802655659062722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrOtCSUbGCh6hNlJzrKGfWoCT1qcr_lbTq01RT1zI3PcY7Ou-qn3drfBCz9uG3XtFOyv3gJgqKuk5v_yFA0NUk5CJ3iTzqlVzHfHBc4sGtcZgq8D8hN2Ianmh8kDCldwuK2SD3hIw5l9W/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105802921947035090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYenjYYdAnTsYdQDsRPrMjo2-wv0t2x0YAfpnXZlC4VGlRdAB3bvARLKM4Ys5NCU3jQ4TEqusTjvpGwb60nPqRDTeUHczHJvC7JaVUUzb80EzXgSTIoY2b0if9c0SrkbxuBpCDNuzImML/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Kamrie wanted a treat with gummy bears on it--so Rice Krispies Treats with frosting and gummy bears it was. She had a great first day of school.<br /></span></p>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-30644876013157679332007-08-26T21:01:00.000-07:002007-08-26T22:44:57.996-07:00California TripOkay, so I'm a little slow. But here are some more pictures to add to everyone's collection. Thanks to everyone for the great time we had.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>THE SALT FLATS IN UTAH<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfANk7XOiG8RTiSSrbwPgHDYDE2UDGmN5O7HE7h05JO65RplmJDonw2xhXN1G8Vj0SwUc-Uo8CoLlSMn9QczoC7aG9CE9dm97HWhvKOYz4KtM1X81lcuJuF7uzyTu2zL_4Guj2gY2ZpyG/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103227152750212082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfANk7XOiG8RTiSSrbwPgHDYDE2UDGmN5O7HE7h05JO65RplmJDonw2xhXN1G8Vj0SwUc-Uo8CoLlSMn9QczoC7aG9CE9dm97HWhvKOYz4KtM1X81lcuJuF7uzyTu2zL_4Guj2gY2ZpyG/s200/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmepNRlSlV9kMl3lAPNHhxhQCJW8BBojQ8HE4Jjqxb4Fm53hGmltUJ8E3uGKwVD-s7wnKUhZrEZ5FBJMsz7BFKpWdIp9KaynEwIQkUyn6xRjFb6I-xiVdPDQk8YJ4Y6g24AzN6VnFxL1-q/s1600-h/DSC_0274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103227526412366850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmepNRlSlV9kMl3lAPNHhxhQCJW8BBojQ8HE4Jjqxb4Fm53hGmltUJ8E3uGKwVD-s7wnKUhZrEZ5FBJMsz7BFKpWdIp9KaynEwIQkUyn6xRjFb6I-xiVdPDQk8YJ4Y6g24AzN6VnFxL1-q/s200/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /> </div><div>The kids' first experience with the salt flats. We stopped at a rest stop on the way to Sacramento and let the kids play for a minute. It was really interesting to have the salt stick to your shoes. They actually have a place designated to clean the salt off your shoes.<br /><br />HANGIN' WITH COUSINS<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ1DNsJi3iY3sZOtNlo1LavkKPW0ZyBQ_b_vxxN_e6chkzgA3R9mioUBJNYHKbxFe16B9VLAFU94e6-LGvJpwSEvxVR7t23qcvnmdm7dKETVfKf5nehwsiePh7qtWmsXlHCP9YyBumEZM/s1600-h/DSC_0280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103228647398831122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ1DNsJi3iY3sZOtNlo1LavkKPW0ZyBQ_b_vxxN_e6chkzgA3R9mioUBJNYHKbxFe16B9VLAFU94e6-LGvJpwSEvxVR7t23qcvnmdm7dKETVfKf5nehwsiePh7qtWmsXlHCP9YyBumEZM/s200/DSC_0280.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtFsGdeAto-v-aNQMI1FP65md12tMTfLY-xlJRpPw3n6mhcSxyNfJH5HBZY8lJy7mV9OCsOwaiz1t1W6u8iQJT2EcnCBidFSXwhWAw5iXlD1mjUd1sANfSd7prTy-wDWB5kgGKVpcADxt/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103229076895560738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtFsGdeAto-v-aNQMI1FP65md12tMTfLY-xlJRpPw3n6mhcSxyNfJH5HBZY8lJy7mV9OCsOwaiz1t1W6u8iQJT2EcnCBidFSXwhWAw5iXlD1mjUd1sANfSd7prTy-wDWB5kgGKVpcADxt/s200/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Come here and give me a "tiss."</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>LAKE CAMANCHE<br /></div><div> </div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N_bGD6PlaYc3oysN2G64GrtSUIDIXKzv2pxq1_I1ZElLGJg0nQpOeaM8zZ9vGczXL5VEr1tgngamaosuHuZE2ZDuNUyni4eLbY8OPP25EQg45WP1kVsZdIgahpsF6kQWRtk4G7LVWu6g/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103229858579608626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N_bGD6PlaYc3oysN2G64GrtSUIDIXKzv2pxq1_I1ZElLGJg0nQpOeaM8zZ9vGczXL5VEr1tgngamaosuHuZE2ZDuNUyni4eLbY8OPP25EQg45WP1kVsZdIgahpsF6kQWRtk4G7LVWu6g/s200/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRxLPp1feTbiYkHzgr4GqMp87VQRBcH6QhIEZxGUIRHaNXS-YtZlFYBvw8c9ODYFU03-SykpNw-AlU1A4q_77ncj7-sysajVo8AIJzb3lcM82Iwg8IWFapUcsrpE0CY9NBuvwnQhPy-tfW/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103250543142106402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRxLPp1feTbiYkHzgr4GqMp87VQRBcH6QhIEZxGUIRHaNXS-YtZlFYBvw8c9ODYFU03-SykpNw-AlU1A4q_77ncj7-sysajVo8AIJzb3lcM82Iwg8IWFapUcsrpE0CY9NBuvwnQhPy-tfW/s200/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZbvxj0MzXBC-YVH9MvhuiBAOfD27O6ffRpcHCtAPLPb-_tAwNEWJL6a0DNOnyt3EiN0RxtQx332TPmoJQoxHiirmLmKQGQTHioAtl7vSG52x-I4W65bALZx07QKlLl-lsw1XIC9PNYOb/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103237606700610674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZbvxj0MzXBC-YVH9MvhuiBAOfD27O6ffRpcHCtAPLPb-_tAwNEWJL6a0DNOnyt3EiN0RxtQx332TPmoJQoxHiirmLmKQGQTHioAtl7vSG52x-I4W65bALZx07QKlLl-lsw1XIC9PNYOb/s200/DSC_0293.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMERSMtXqYP9MSHtiD9erFdSVoovGtnxDjvEl1kIddwFSLC1tFJIjTxrN2auy1Bu1z0vSelRMuGSDiUfycQZVID87YJU1psAcubc0fjiCVxSrTRByrlwd4vDckKHEiG5s9RHBjKmukOhY2/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103238689032369282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMERSMtXqYP9MSHtiD9erFdSVoovGtnxDjvEl1kIddwFSLC1tFJIjTxrN2auy1Bu1z0vSelRMuGSDiUfycQZVID87YJU1psAcubc0fjiCVxSrTRByrlwd4vDckKHEiG5s9RHBjKmukOhY2/s200/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Careful, the white legs might blind you!<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>STINSON BEACH WITH GRANDMA AND GRANDPA PRICE</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6iiMB2O1CnqIXf-O4IjhADAw82Wx52fKH60jINDaVd46jGQBoVit2vnOKPyebvt0s-ueLAlxS-2KpjUIF7rxbvm9kHhbDfE59hvnkzN_rTHxpkZhZqN-Inqtad0EPzxhK4xyIU8kh_Ni/s1600-h/DSC_0318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103239440651646098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6iiMB2O1CnqIXf-O4IjhADAw82Wx52fKH60jINDaVd46jGQBoVit2vnOKPyebvt0s-ueLAlxS-2KpjUIF7rxbvm9kHhbDfE59hvnkzN_rTHxpkZhZqN-Inqtad0EPzxhK4xyIU8kh_Ni/s200/DSC_0318.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHuSDCrpOtUc91yyOYkXqYzedcJw3mnfvM2BheTQTvDmxgB41V0DvAD_MZxNwrKN-d5iYVfyBl1lsUj6WiByWf8DuBzg0dVdfRvYc1-fS1hEuOSjY_Yt82Nsll3sKXbV4xzwmRjzLnFdT/s1600-h/DSC_0321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103240879465690306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHuSDCrpOtUc91yyOYkXqYzedcJw3mnfvM2BheTQTvDmxgB41V0DvAD_MZxNwrKN-d5iYVfyBl1lsUj6WiByWf8DuBzg0dVdfRvYc1-fS1hEuOSjY_Yt82Nsll3sKXbV4xzwmRjzLnFdT/s200/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi8IpfNkZva6AlohemTsP7_Bgl_5ZzE84LAhyphenhyphenEkv0LdbtQcyi-17P6ZRVOrcNnPzXfBahHiOBfZR6jbNWqrcwzRHR_NLYJ5vm6cpsbTL_SYa34iEMpN7menz_MiSL4K3rjmt_U-i8YRDd/s1600-h/DSC_0320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103240183680988322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi8IpfNkZva6AlohemTsP7_Bgl_5ZzE84LAhyphenhyphenEkv0LdbtQcyi-17P6ZRVOrcNnPzXfBahHiOBfZR6jbNWqrcwzRHR_NLYJ5vm6cpsbTL_SYa34iEMpN7menz_MiSL4K3rjmt_U-i8YRDd/s200/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharmWhj9UJxBEor7FM14l5_XUUzsvYQfiMOWH7wNnG2xF0h_VY8a8QSNasrBk3hEGGVpNAvZ9top65fiBNbpUjWigELDRiCwFqs3lOG8n38XxyLBfzoGK2yJoHy01XpP2BNzNMJG2NZ9Av/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"></a></div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEghFLKENg74XQQ5yrqISW0k3CVosF7QeqaBgZ1kwqPAZq0TYjkJlxqXUhhP-uYP0bM6KfkaHD1UmGaxnsCtBKI4pTnR9PrLRolPjm79dB4xdEgJqBRBK0wzmEu0ocp_mRQRAyWKKuE14/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103241407746667730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEghFLKENg74XQQ5yrqISW0k3CVosF7QeqaBgZ1kwqPAZq0TYjkJlxqXUhhP-uYP0bM6KfkaHD1UmGaxnsCtBKI4pTnR9PrLRolPjm79dB4xdEgJqBRBK0wzmEu0ocp_mRQRAyWKKuE14/s200/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div> </div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxu6V4_Z7P1pj0c2m2jHxhsOLGx4cwV3Mk_2E03eZXtE_vQg9svsJwM_hzl5Vn7RqZ7bBs1EmThuWf9P55FlEejZBxK-oKH27R1cayzuO240LWmuXpDC6VydSH2TOgdxWmnRCpwgf_SVv/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103242764956333282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxu6V4_Z7P1pj0c2m2jHxhsOLGx4cwV3Mk_2E03eZXtE_vQg9svsJwM_hzl5Vn7RqZ7bBs1EmThuWf9P55FlEejZBxK-oKH27R1cayzuO240LWmuXpDC6VydSH2TOgdxWmnRCpwgf_SVv/s200/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div> </div><div>We should do trips more like this every time. It's so much work to get there with all the grandkids. But it is so worth it.<br /></div><div><br />GRANDMA AND GRANDPA D'S BACKYARD<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5rL5IMEagKNFIgAq-hVXNmS4q82RyI37bs49iEy27vY1x7ry5ag1iZ_Nbwtcbt2m2FC2WbHZUYewRduhv0zX6X5IvPHvQHtFa89EoIxmMGJqqxHaH9nPIrpPRfthk-AAj-FpwnZ4bwxq/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103243860172993794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5rL5IMEagKNFIgAq-hVXNmS4q82RyI37bs49iEy27vY1x7ry5ag1iZ_Nbwtcbt2m2FC2WbHZUYewRduhv0zX6X5IvPHvQHtFa89EoIxmMGJqqxHaH9nPIrpPRfthk-AAj-FpwnZ4bwxq/s200/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rp75WpCdz-ieIF158MchhTIgeqoS4QxrkVUA2IcT4QMUkrqB6fze15XLr7ZT6LcKNrVzf6UXIEXe7Oj9C2c78HlC082mZikj9EgYXILwiNfdGGLZYAjCfiVnKHpYXkvyP_ZY2oEEHdYu/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103243392021558514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rp75WpCdz-ieIF158MchhTIgeqoS4QxrkVUA2IcT4QMUkrqB6fze15XLr7ZT6LcKNrVzf6UXIEXe7Oj9C2c78HlC082mZikj9EgYXILwiNfdGGLZYAjCfiVnKHpYXkvyP_ZY2oEEHdYu/s200/DSC_0331.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY28_7TMdj_4OSSps3nH7v5GVyxzTVwf-RdPUOlkrGrQ3TvwaGaLiaRZPHaDpTayybqSWV5VZ5qvaYPWekrvLfR3JLHyNcUotkKeB1P-H4PZdGP538KQDS6akzFxXSpak1bEprV_hgZgKE/s1600-h/DSC_0335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103244306849592594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY28_7TMdj_4OSSps3nH7v5GVyxzTVwf-RdPUOlkrGrQ3TvwaGaLiaRZPHaDpTayybqSWV5VZ5qvaYPWekrvLfR3JLHyNcUotkKeB1P-H4PZdGP538KQDS6akzFxXSpak1bEprV_hgZgKE/s200/DSC_0335.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kamrie taught herself how to swim while in Cali. She is so proud of herself and thinks she can do anything now. She jumps off diving boards into deep water and goes down the water slides all by herself now at public pools. We have to remind her that she still needs an adult to watch her at all times.</div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>While skimming through the pictures, I realized that I'm not the best at capturing moments as I would like to be. I wish I could have had more of all of you in our pictures. I'll have to remember that the next time we get together. We had a great time anyway! Stay tuned for the first days at school. I will post about it sometime after Tuesday.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-13765194150679022842007-07-23T20:19:00.000-07:002007-07-23T21:44:34.323-07:00Here's a Bit of Our Last MonthI haven't had much time the last few Sundays to blog. So here are some pictures from the last month:<br /><br /><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwMMMb4FmGWWiDgj6g2AI7jzzX2Jb6uIlrA30m81t2x-JKHyTmYgyjy6vMvFvkJwk1Gg42dW7ld48e5UG_hJEd9z6NHOE2uzTyLw2c7rKka6kRqi11p_HrOp402kZOH0EiTTO3sV_0bqG/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090616704264395506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwMMMb4FmGWWiDgj6g2AI7jzzX2Jb6uIlrA30m81t2x-JKHyTmYgyjy6vMvFvkJwk1Gg42dW7ld48e5UG_hJEd9z6NHOE2uzTyLw2c7rKka6kRqi11p_HrOp402kZOH0EiTTO3sV_0bqG/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiO7Bz5Eh3CfXvrKqQNfM2k7eRk-_t46T4Ke3o2ox3y9S6ziR-pzwj3_vq73ytDX0s6pjktc9auxUNfWKjC2I67-1FAV4ur-wWXSzH6-RWZLGiZuaLJwOMu1ZRge7pCmDi16ogaI4tume/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090616472336161506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiO7Bz5Eh3CfXvrKqQNfM2k7eRk-_t46T4Ke3o2ox3y9S6ziR-pzwj3_vq73ytDX0s6pjktc9auxUNfWKjC2I67-1FAV4ur-wWXSzH6-RWZLGiZuaLJwOMu1ZRge7pCmDi16ogaI4tume/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>We had a great time on Taylor's birthday. We went swimming, watched Ratatouille, ate at Fazoli's, came home, and ate some Rainbow Chip cake and Rainbow Sherbet (and Moose Tracks for those with a chocolate tooth).<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOFfNkLQefavaYUAZXLppGmj8adSTEAtZCiFxcefecoUIRmTWzT4KAwmersZH5FdGwSL9T5GZt1-ZLaetWPE_M0_o3FNYBDkqTgYVyrNq_24OEJHkDEf7D8y5x986Gh0rJQ4vYB6YRv57/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090615651997407938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOFfNkLQefavaYUAZXLppGmj8adSTEAtZCiFxcefecoUIRmTWzT4KAwmersZH5FdGwSL9T5GZt1-ZLaetWPE_M0_o3FNYBDkqTgYVyrNq_24OEJHkDEf7D8y5x986Gh0rJQ4vYB6YRv57/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqq25tKtoesoJrZlzFj9dvomC1kB8YoDOKBrUhsnpzNcNIIt7QMNPhILQWvJsBhoqXbMxSDcZYnltrJEShbNVY5obBiFI8q-hqMmeXSazS3McSamqyh3DW9XwkSKN47SBhAaK99Grd4gVg/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090616158803548882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqq25tKtoesoJrZlzFj9dvomC1kB8YoDOKBrUhsnpzNcNIIt7QMNPhILQWvJsBhoqXbMxSDcZYnltrJEShbNVY5obBiFI8q-hqMmeXSazS3McSamqyh3DW9XwkSKN47SBhAaK99Grd4gVg/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQj-0lUYFyrpKiXoICiyxvswYDbaqiV5uEeU6URyMK_rW5kO4MCkB4ChBidxGEF7jlp6mFRED6wuhX4MDRQML6r9JtaBiXWGZVLs2ARl-XzhCxMtbJxO_EpZ0h_8LBxjgP9DNKssR11KF/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090614758644210338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQj-0lUYFyrpKiXoICiyxvswYDbaqiV5uEeU6URyMK_rW5kO4MCkB4ChBidxGEF7jlp6mFRED6wuhX4MDRQML6r9JtaBiXWGZVLs2ARl-XzhCxMtbJxO_EpZ0h_8LBxjgP9DNKssR11KF/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMSVXZ0u9M8fjMRe2xwT0tB_KZQfFzPkKjWrToz2SQIxepgc4Ad22_CVskNsi6FbCDDPaSdJYDTULYLDJmH8ahuDnIyLtstbgkCfP2w1frQD5VplQVXhCGWCW6BV5OQhNZD4xEkrBxCK2/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090614118694083218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMSVXZ0u9M8fjMRe2xwT0tB_KZQfFzPkKjWrToz2SQIxepgc4Ad22_CVskNsi6FbCDDPaSdJYDTULYLDJmH8ahuDnIyLtstbgkCfP2w1frQD5VplQVXhCGWCW6BV5OQhNZD4xEkrBxCK2/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br />A little 4th of July celebration and festivities.<br /><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04BUj1hORrP6qVBrJoVxSeIGcLjlY4r3tvMecGuhaQhZE5-K9aUTI7Az7lkRMRdLxAZVK7mVqkHZ1R70IykwRUjafZg0HcHYuc9ioXmCo3AxpKPj8LlXd23WO-8e_LgYlolEaeZsoy5fM/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090613225340885618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="224" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04BUj1hORrP6qVBrJoVxSeIGcLjlY4r3tvMecGuhaQhZE5-K9aUTI7Az7lkRMRdLxAZVK7mVqkHZ1R70IykwRUjafZg0HcHYuc9ioXmCo3AxpKPj8LlXd23WO-8e_LgYlolEaeZsoy5fM/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" width="330" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EWsqRRpmRI-BgpgOKmwMW5XqFgsNwoSUJ6CTFrJknWFlnBJAi92vNLYvgCZb68I4o7vqby6HC4F9bngqURbnU_0KJNb7w8SmzfX4aCC3_fkb46A4SoXMDbboRacVz5GgsWenH-6dxhVC/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090613706377222786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EWsqRRpmRI-BgpgOKmwMW5XqFgsNwoSUJ6CTFrJknWFlnBJAi92vNLYvgCZb68I4o7vqby6HC4F9bngqURbnU_0KJNb7w8SmzfX4aCC3_fkb46A4SoXMDbboRacVz5GgsWenH-6dxhVC/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br />Here's having a good time with cousins! Sisi thinks she is so funny.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsVQmZeeuAsPMBmIANAbdCi1JJj7bn6KO3U-PFC4BSrWPxn-XF1IDi6w74KhF_gsDnaVGIc0jC0tlAi_b68r2lTJ2ZP-OSXUtPe0AoHsiSGdn7NQzrKn8r-BM5xuQc-WXKpwbk_ZJxyJ_/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090612963347880546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsVQmZeeuAsPMBmIANAbdCi1JJj7bn6KO3U-PFC4BSrWPxn-XF1IDi6w74KhF_gsDnaVGIc0jC0tlAi_b68r2lTJ2ZP-OSXUtPe0AoHsiSGdn7NQzrKn8r-BM5xuQc-WXKpwbk_ZJxyJ_/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FP-OGTkEAenFhpuLHaJyoc0V1itLHRW74a7dWCFzEf9ALKmg0LDEtAlSh5cfKLWvXMEtCV8cMBzuY1mBE5AUYPk3TKASn4-7jIJBC7Q5m4yzBiwjxQLvHBk-kRLdhADbGmKigDfLSZdf/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090612069994682930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FP-OGTkEAenFhpuLHaJyoc0V1itLHRW74a7dWCFzEf9ALKmg0LDEtAlSh5cfKLWvXMEtCV8cMBzuY1mBE5AUYPk3TKASn4-7jIJBC7Q5m4yzBiwjxQLvHBk-kRLdhADbGmKigDfLSZdf/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr6YR9eWoO0QiRl6awPvk4uuDRt7bWBKBcDIGbFMm1WGvJjOK2-4F9Tu4IXHQek0k5YFZcQe8SQDdZMFOIP7nxDml6AlcYrrM_Ne-efdlX6Ka5uya4PpWTXC3phu6t1UgilUICRY4LWqk/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090611352735144466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr6YR9eWoO0QiRl6awPvk4uuDRt7bWBKBcDIGbFMm1WGvJjOK2-4F9Tu4IXHQek0k5YFZcQe8SQDdZMFOIP7nxDml6AlcYrrM_Ne-efdlX6Ka5uya4PpWTXC3phu6t1UgilUICRY4LWqk/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBbWbuU9yeVrYL5BP44CMj6El6s8p2BFXnG5mHU84Az0oFCuA0a2sb1hUMQa1bz4dZuilxOGaJMXl9ZLzLC9jlJXvy_YhPrxvzJoed0sp_u8Yw3WBEXQACOt6Tc5TnGKvsbD1xpYNg4-9/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090611829476514338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBbWbuU9yeVrYL5BP44CMj6El6s8p2BFXnG5mHU84Az0oFCuA0a2sb1hUMQa1bz4dZuilxOGaJMXl9ZLzLC9jlJXvy_YhPrxvzJoed0sp_u8Yw3WBEXQACOt6Tc5TnGKvsbD1xpYNg4-9/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br />Shawn and Brittney's wedding at the Salt Lake Temple.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfur6T2fd9CT7q1F0_b8MdnlAvDJh8KgVOZFK7JwNQ1i9JFeqNO61iWaObEIc-mQeG9JmvcvJ7WkfRmL85u6BeSaWHEumox_PXUnFjGAcOZPaQY0T71J9KazVLRkjwuewXTxvb80xiiG9/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090604841564723666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfur6T2fd9CT7q1F0_b8MdnlAvDJh8KgVOZFK7JwNQ1i9JFeqNO61iWaObEIc-mQeG9JmvcvJ7WkfRmL85u6BeSaWHEumox_PXUnFjGAcOZPaQY0T71J9KazVLRkjwuewXTxvb80xiiG9/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEEe7xLPggfTGS8llU_Wnd2dJQrAn14xRLoYpEANlvoGweoPSRsPswLCRj2VtZO1TX9cEk3B6I0Y2HG8MMvdeQirAAYhuHOINx1crgGEKGnxhwuUV6A-T_7Uycw9ov2wabHRHaz6_5huq/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090603488650025362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEEe7xLPggfTGS8llU_Wnd2dJQrAn14xRLoYpEANlvoGweoPSRsPswLCRj2VtZO1TX9cEk3B6I0Y2HG8MMvdeQirAAYhuHOINx1crgGEKGnxhwuUV6A-T_7Uycw9ov2wabHRHaz6_5huq/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Wo4cmJ1jn2JKi1WypqulYwibwaDp5B4aZQhreUk3I_UWgYlJSuL_acBp7eza2LzKdceqArtc6NGhUSHKBf5SHYgxVj0oHSjiELxYJc1iFWp4pa2zu-cmcyeCrnvGaKyho2tXDnd1vVPr/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090603127872772482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Wo4cmJ1jn2JKi1WypqulYwibwaDp5B4aZQhreUk3I_UWgYlJSuL_acBp7eza2LzKdceqArtc6NGhUSHKBf5SHYgxVj0oHSjiELxYJc1iFWp4pa2zu-cmcyeCrnvGaKyho2tXDnd1vVPr/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKRgzWgJhZ5Id1rCFzLhe-1ebzeQbgeHzRJuUT3rEajwPEcNsEVy2iw1On9Lcj8iUa2vsIMOZuUE0r8HRkQbBDoeQjcsOrRh97RzIWahf-vY-G2aDKZ55dkPSn_kVRUV4ALHYolCnTbiB/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090602805750225266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKRgzWgJhZ5Id1rCFzLhe-1ebzeQbgeHzRJuUT3rEajwPEcNsEVy2iw1On9Lcj8iUa2vsIMOZuUE0r8HRkQbBDoeQjcsOrRh97RzIWahf-vY-G2aDKZ55dkPSn_kVRUV4ALHYolCnTbiB/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Trampoline fun at Grandpa Stevens' house.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-9975456347922946452007-06-26T14:49:00.000-07:002007-06-26T15:19:51.564-07:00Summer Time Means Family TimeI just love summer because that means I get to see my family. Last week Mitch and Amanda came from Arizona to support Brittney in receiving her endowment from the Bountiful Temple. That was really special for Jarin and me because that is "our temple". This was our first time doing an endowment session there together. We actually went back last year on our 10th anniversary to do some sealings. I just love that temple. It brings back some nostalgic feelings.<br /><br />Mitch, Amanda, and their cute little kids stayed with us for the weekend, which was an ablsolute blast for my kids. Amanda and kids are still here in Utah, but went up north to help with wedding plans. Thayne and Jennifer and their little family will be coming this weekend. My kids can't wait to see their other cousins as well. Kamrie keeps asking if it is Saturday yet and how many days are left until then.<br /><br />We have a busy week ahead of us. Brittney will be getting sealed to her soon to be husband, Shawn, on Friday. We will be heading up to the Tremonton area and staying the night on Thursday and Friday to get ready for the wedding and reception. On Saturday, we will be celebrating Courtney's birthday (and Kerrie's in my heart) while we are there. That night we will travel home to be with Jennifer and Thayne and to get ready for church the next day, which is bright and early--8:30 AM.<br /><br />The following week we will be with family from both sides to celebrate the 4th of July and Taylor and Thayne's birthdays, to help Shad and Kati move to their new house in Payson, and just to hang out with everyone while they are visiting from Arizona. Hopefully we can plan some fun activities while everyone is here. We're looking forward to lots of fun over the next two weeks!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253926672724864012.post-60391082833801023572007-06-18T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-19T09:32:58.474-07:00Feeling BetterAt first I thought whatever Sienna had was viral because of the runny nose. But the red sores/spots on her nose, mouth, and eyes were really confusing me. I always like to look things up online, since we don't have medical insurance, to make sure the symptoms really warrant a trip to the doctor. I couldn't find anything that matched her signs and symptoms. However, when I got sick on Thursday, I was feeling so incredibly lousy that I started to think maybe it could be bacterial, but hoped it wasn't. By Friday, my tonsils and lymph nodes were so swollen that I was pretty sure it was strep throat; and since Sienna had some of the same signs, I brought her to the doctor with me.<br /><br /><br /><br />We went to a local urgent care to a doctor we had never met before. The nurse, of course, took the throat swabs and the doctor came in to evaluate us. He checked out Sienna first and said it looked viral. In my mind I still questioned it. Within 10 seconds, the nurse popped in and said the throat swabs were positive for strep. The doctor (though nice) felt a bit embarrassed and said that I probably gave it to Sienna and that we caught it early. I agreed with him just because I can't stand it when people are embarrassed, even though I was pretty sure Sienna had it all week. So we came home with some antibiotics. I looked up online about strep in toddlers and found that children under the age of three can show signs of strep differently than those older; such as: a clear runny nose, slight rash between the nose and lips, fever, stomach aches, and their throat may or may not hurt. So I learned some new things: 1)that strep exhibits signs and symptoms differently in toddlers, 2) that adults feel much more sick than the young (maybe we're just bigger babies as we get older), and 3) that mother's instict always knows best.<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, and Kamrie ended up sick on Saturday with strep. She woke up with a cough and that was it. By that afternoon, her eyes looked swollen and she had a slight fever. I knew then, that she had it too. The same doctor said you couldn't tell by looking at her throat that she had strep. For some reason, this strain causes the eyelids to swell (probably from the pressure caused by the headache--owwwiee!) But Kamrie was tough and said nothing ever hurt but her eyes. It's so hard to tell with kids sometimes. As for anyone coming to stay with us soon, don't worry. We will wash and sanitize the house by the time you get here.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490650351284780314noreply@blogger.com4