tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431626923287734872024-03-13T06:21:23.323-07:00A day in the life of...Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-55535186483899968202012-03-08T11:43:00.002-08:002012-03-08T12:20:05.488-08:00George goes to War(Head)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeAK8JzOnBE/T1kMsS7vp9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/cQ4-uEB9pxo/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 241px; height: 321px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717615157059758034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeAK8JzOnBE/T1kMsS7vp9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/cQ4-uEB9pxo/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" /></a>My little George got some Extreme Sour WarHeads at a birthday party. Knowing his reaction would be pretty funny, I took video. Glad I did!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzEOJSeHc06ykfdvXzl5hTjesb-3jX6mr4YeCKGsU-nXxvvj168OVx4dW7S3mbyRBrnJnV7HQqBvAF7kybKmw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-8150407010350331892010-05-31T09:26:00.001-07:002010-05-31T12:29:59.272-07:00Easter (backtracking again...sorry)<div align="center"><strong>Easter Sunday</strong></div><div align="center"> I found some fabulous fabric in cute spring colors and decided to make coordinating dresses for my girls and Natalie Kate's best friend Brianne Schwendiman. They looked so sweet.</div><strong></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMkmT1-hI/AAAAAAAAAtM/eULOYZUbVUs/s1600/101_6721.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477516869687966226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMkmT1-hI/AAAAAAAAAtM/eULOYZUbVUs/s320/101_6721.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMkEEZznI/AAAAAAAAAtE/82YkzqmZW7k/s1600/101_6728.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477516860496399986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMkEEZznI/AAAAAAAAAtE/82YkzqmZW7k/s320/101_6728.JPG" /></a> All four of my kids in their Easter attire. Good lookin' bunch, huh?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMjh397FI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WRwQIGo-zq4/s1600/101_6725.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477516851317435474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAQMjh397FI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WRwQIGo-zq4/s320/101_6725.JPG" /></a>George, trying to escape . ( I caught him midair. Goofy kid!)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>The Annual Easter Egg Hunt with Adam Mortensen</strong></div><br /><div align="center">Last year we had an Easter egg hunt and George's buddy Adam came to join us. We decided to make it an annual occurence. The kids had a good time and got their fill of candy without us having to break the bank and buy Easter baskets.<br /></div><div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlLH8KpjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eClYHlI7Tv4/s1600/101_6699.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477473551085381170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlLH8KpjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eClYHlI7Tv4/s320/101_6699.JPG" /></a>Henry, grabbing eggs out of the tree<br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlKOtwBBI/AAAAAAAAAss/xI_i-PlOBK8/s1600/101_6698.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477473535724094482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlKOtwBBI/AAAAAAAAAss/xI_i-PlOBK8/s320/101_6698.JPG" /></a> Natalie Kate, looking in the playhouse<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlJWaoBuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FUWGywr54ME/s1600/101_6697.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477473520611493602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlJWaoBuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FUWGywr54ME/s320/101_6697.JPG" /></a>George, grabbing an egg off the window<br />(I love Wonka Zero Gravity Eggs)</div><div> </div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlJEOgpWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/y9sqT-go6YA/s1600/101_6701.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477473515728840034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPlJEOgpWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/y9sqT-go6YA/s320/101_6701.JPG" /></a>Adam, continuing his search<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkfWWuz4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/_ynFqTVkT38/s1600/101_6696.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477472799040655234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkfWWuz4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/_ynFqTVkT38/s320/101_6696.JPG" /></a>Claire, surveying the yard to find more. </div><div>(Turn around! There's a green one hanging on the sign!)<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPke4eDHeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6uzdx8mHLhY/s1600/101_6700.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477472791018282466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPke4eDHeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6uzdx8mHLhY/s320/101_6700.JPG" /></a>George with his big haul<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkeWkhtwI/AAAAAAAAAsE/c4rml1kkc7U/s1600/101_6702.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477472781918648066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkeWkhtwI/AAAAAAAAAsE/c4rml1kkc7U/s320/101_6702.JPG" /></a>Adam, wondering where all the eggs went<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkdv_HS1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pjWUNJX1Rmo/s1600/101_6693.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477472771561179986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkdv_HS1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pjWUNJX1Rmo/s320/101_6693.JPG" /></a> George, pulling Tootsie Pops out of the flower bed<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkc60nKBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GygtN0a7jgM/s1600/101_6692.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477472757290051602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAPkc60nKBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GygtN0a7jgM/s320/101_6692.JPG" /></a> Natalie doing the same</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-89757968336596329412010-05-29T16:26:00.000-07:002010-05-29T17:14:32.026-07:00It's Spring (almost Summer!) in Dixie! Woo! Hoo!<div align="center">Back at the Spin Park, enjoying the wonderful weather before it disappears</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq2DmeJYI/AAAAAAAAArs/IwHIYtVdVfg/s1600/101_6864.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846467515557250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq2DmeJYI/AAAAAAAAArs/IwHIYtVdVfg/s320/101_6864.JPG" /></a> Henry at the balancing swings </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq1wRGkuI/AAAAAAAAArk/gDg5goePdaE/s1600/101_6860.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846462325658338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq1wRGkuI/AAAAAAAAArk/gDg5goePdaE/s320/101_6860.JPG" /></a> <div>Natalie, trying her hand at the balancing swings</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq1R-6LfI/AAAAAAAAArc/Dp7HB5zDYLs/s1600/101_6915.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846454196284914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq1R-6LfI/AAAAAAAAArc/Dp7HB5zDYLs/s320/101_6915.JPG" /></a>Henry & George ice-blocking</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq0hEVeQI/AAAAAAAAArU/L6i2MTslI58/s1600/101_6931.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846441065707778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq0hEVeQI/AAAAAAAAArU/L6i2MTslI58/s320/101_6931.JPG" /></a>Henry & Natalie climbing the rock wall</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq0M-NI6I/AAAAAAAAArM/qFV-UGamWxs/s1600/101_6917.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846435671286690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGq0M-NI6I/AAAAAAAAArM/qFV-UGamWxs/s320/101_6917.JPG" /></a>George, hanging out</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm8486MYI/AAAAAAAAArE/TtdjY-he4Z0/s1600/101_6893.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476842186869453186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm8486MYI/AAAAAAAAArE/TtdjY-he4Z0/s320/101_6893.JPG" /></a> Henry rolling down the hill</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm8ZsS0zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WploYHmvGGc/s1600/101_6888.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476842178478265138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm8ZsS0zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WploYHmvGGc/s320/101_6888.JPG" /></a> Silly Claire <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm7w6IrxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kyqNZVF3Y3Q/s1600/101_6919.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476842167530467090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm7w6IrxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kyqNZVF3Y3Q/s320/101_6919.JPG" /></a> Goofy George<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm7nx72DI/AAAAAAAAAqs/E09xU-C8sYc/s1600/101_6875.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476842165080152114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm7nx72DI/AAAAAAAAAqs/E09xU-C8sYc/s320/101_6875.JPG" /></a> Pretty lil' Natalie Kate<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm69kx-EI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TsO87LqnO9I/s1600/101_6869.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476842153750689858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAGm69kx-EI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TsO87LqnO9I/s320/101_6869.JPG" /></a>Funny Henry</div><div align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTIqjsIMKjYsmUQ9LGkYYZzFDEdYaNrTziop2tCsjgPHv7_9QjUTCYo069KFaKrw9W-L6sR5BT8B1CYONZxQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div>My kids sliding down the grass hill on ice slabs<br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzw0SE4b8YAaAinitTedViC0w04ljKAa9daxj2D5G0eXluT_tTiBKdemOLCcuEOzor09aHIXkW4ECaEyZsOPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">More ice-blocking. Woo! Hoo!</p></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-35946014146544083082010-05-29T12:31:00.000-07:002010-05-29T12:39:03.598-07:00Happy Birthday from Darth George<p align="center">Darth George sings Happy Birthday in his underpants</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-G0Xjd-qfSFg-plO4Ubq9oQN92ESu0sn3QW90KWRXohqmHTOotnGaQvNSELsFFCrqbg-wlm8NY6W3hLOTXw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"> </p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-42730154205833783722010-05-29T11:47:00.000-07:002010-05-29T16:22:15.044-07:00A Visit with Great Gramma Luce<div align="center">In January we made the drive up to Salt Lake to visit with Great Gramma Maxine Luce. We hadn't seen her since her 95th Birthday Party in August. It was time for another visit! The kids love to visit her place. In the spring, the whole yard is in bloom with flowers of every kind. </div><div align="center">And in the winter, there's SNOW!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpFBChZ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/51c0kbkoSGY/s1600/101_6360.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476774156758509426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpFBChZ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/51c0kbkoSGY/s320/101_6360.JPG" /></a> Knock knock! Coming in!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpER16GQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EvU_hYXtQdk/s1600/101_6369.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476774144089135362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpER16GQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EvU_hYXtQdk/s320/101_6369.JPG" /></a> George, chillin' on the sofa with Dad and Great Gramma<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpD98IeeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TH5_tzf-dsI/s1600/101_6366.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476774138746534370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpD98IeeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TH5_tzf-dsI/s320/101_6366.JPG" /></a>Claire playing with gramma's toys<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpDcV55KI/AAAAAAAAAqE/gWx9ZkhPCjw/s1600/101_6379.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476774129727825058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpDcV55KI/AAAAAAAAAqE/gWx9ZkhPCjw/s320/101_6379.JPG" /></a> Group shot! Everybody smile!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpC9CiBoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ydn3e5mNHUo/s1600/101_6376_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476774121325069954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFpC9CiBoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ydn3e5mNHUo/s320/101_6376_edited-1.JPG" /></a> There was plenty of snow for little Natalie!<br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-8376963642473112132010-05-29T10:44:00.000-07:002010-05-29T17:27:25.800-07:00Kindergarten Graduation!<div align="center">The pictures are out of order but I couldn't get the top two pictures to go to the bottom to preserve proper order. (Duh.)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFcU8EvAHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tyMSvXDBObs/s1600/101_6826.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476760136652357746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFcU8EvAHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tyMSvXDBObs/s320/101_6826.JPG" /></a> Walking thru the graduation arch in her super-cool Zoo Keeper dress </div><div align="center"> (heh heh) :)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFcULMFu0I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wcXXXMTD3jE/s1600/101_6804.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476760123529870146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFcULMFu0I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wcXXXMTD3jE/s320/101_6804.JPG" /></a> My little graduate<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFWIkQCqhI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6jQurMGOTXA/s1600/101_6843.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476753327029135890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/TAFWIkQCqhI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6jQurMGOTXA/s320/101_6843.JPG" /></a> April 27th was Kindergarten Graduation (even though they still had a month of school left!). Each child was assigned to a profession for their "When I Grow Up..." program. Claire was the Zoo Keeper, and a darn cute one at that!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyweMErVbTWFQ8btlTvDnK3rPT1EUfoH6e34fYhodJQpAAD_HwtRulmpbiqkrmd7QJJCCwWd_tWYqYlKtpnGg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center">This was the program opener, with her neighborhood buddies, </div><p align="center">Josh Hardy (the farmer) and Drew Foster (the athlete).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-7zlysmvrRqtwaVZW2mXD5WUOpOpi79slurY3ppcH7VSOzPmnmcnozrp4wGOj2J1mtsiXMp0ImnoE_br5KA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">I love this little song (even though I only got part of it).<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxEMEDB25dZEP-HW2QQOuEtfwiMANNemamgCZ41E7QgZNoUtH76DjhuT7zQ0u69sfGzbz7LKTq1uaBRql5Y-w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Isn't she the sweetest little Zoo Keeper ever?! She brought some stuffed animals with her but forgot to take them up to the microphone with her. But clearly she is wearing a Zoo Keeper dress and hat. There's no mistaking who she is!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkQy9BwjdAmlP8jUX0Z3YYkhbNhDRfpsTpvD572sf2KRCQAMIyVYBUhBGBX1tjdjDmVJfnhiWZRMd8UPVjFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">This was my Crybaby Moment. They were all so cute, all dressed up. They all did a great job! Mrs. Olson's managed to do a great job wrangling all these 5 and 6 year olds again this year. (She was Natalie and Henry's teacher as well.)</p></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-15481430163344780392009-11-24T14:00:00.000-08:002009-11-24T14:43:30.511-08:00Claire's First Day of School<div align="center">(OK OK, so I'm about three months late on getting this entry done, </div><div align="center">but I'm a busy girl! Gimme a break!)</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaCgHzUQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/GXfcg-s8a8c/s1600/101_5748.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407796251594019074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaCgHzUQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/GXfcg-s8a8c/s320/101_5748.JPG" /></a> So... funny little Claire started Kindergarten! (Our friend Marjean had taken each of the kids on their very own school-shopping trip. Claire saw this little "school-girl dress" and simply HAD to have it. Marjean was kind enough to oblige.) She was so excited about kindergarten. I think a lot of that was rooted in the fact I wouldn't let her wear her new dress until school started. (She cried and cried at the Kindergarten Round-Up when the kids get to meet their teacher and familiarize themselves a bit with their classroom. </div><div align="center">Cute, new clothes make all the difference in the world! Thanks, Marjean! <br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaCKodzmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Gpxxb1PHgs4/s1600/101_5753_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407796245825441378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaCKodzmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Gpxxb1PHgs4/s320/101_5753_edited-1.JPG" /></a> Standing in line, listening intently to Mrs. Olson<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaBs6vxCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QgUjodniC5s/s1600/101_5764.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407796237849052194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaBs6vxCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QgUjodniC5s/s320/101_5764.JPG" /></a> A moment of hesitance<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaBM5w69I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Xk6NQBirask/s1600/101_5766.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407796229254998994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxaBM5w69I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Xk6NQBirask/s320/101_5766.JPG" /></a> Sandwiched in line between her two buddies Josh Hardy and Drew Foster<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-80939298809303777272009-11-24T13:55:00.000-08:002009-11-24T14:00:38.487-08:00"I Dressed Myself"<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUJa51EJk8kr1FZ-xYE-A0cDE_6MHKmX5EjnmxwUC-WiJqBzle11vc34ZzapZ6tQ5HE3VYdQ6hX1btbAAkwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">George had jumped in the shower. When he got out, I threw him his underpants. He wanted to dress himself. moments later, he walked in the kitchen and announced that he was ready for school. He's got on a clean pair of pajama pants, a clean (but inside out and backwards) pajama shirt, his boots (on the wrong feet) and NO UNDERWEAR. My baby's going commando!</p><p align="center">He's saying "I dressed myself." And indeed he had.</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-51276179826534323702009-11-24T13:39:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:54:54.513-08:00Back Where It All BeganIn the Middle of October when the leaves were changing colors and the temperature starting to cool slightly, we decided to take a drive up to Zion National Park for the day. We packed a lunch and packed the kids and headed back to the place it all began.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUWLwdr1I/AAAAAAAAAms/anEdSDvxeFA/s1600/101_5900.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407789992655040338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUWLwdr1I/AAAAAAAAAms/anEdSDvxeFA/s320/101_5900.JPG" /></a> Here's the whole family standing in the same spot where </div><div align="center">Trav and I got married nearly 14 years ago.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUVhK3y6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Y5-0_U-lt3w/s1600/101_5871.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407789981223078818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUVhK3y6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Y5-0_U-lt3w/s320/101_5871.JPG" /></a> Miss Natalie Kate climbing around</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUU90i1DI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DZr-EhgrEc8/s1600/101_5873.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407789971734189106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUU90i1DI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DZr-EhgrEc8/s320/101_5873.JPG" /></a>The men-folk hiking around<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUUcMUg1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Yj58J_kse48/s1600/101_5880.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407789962707108690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUUcMUg1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Yj58J_kse48/s320/101_5880.JPG" /></a>George, Natalie, Henry and Claire</div><div>a perfectly good spot to take a photo</div><div>(Zion is SO beautiful!) </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUT-Nh37I/AAAAAAAAAmM/KbBchYeAjaI/s1600/101_5875.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407789954659114930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxUT-Nh37I/AAAAAAAAAmM/KbBchYeAjaI/s320/101_5875.JPG" /></a>Same spot, same kids, looking in the same direction this time<br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-58724083734535517702009-11-24T13:18:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:39:17.577-08:00Halloween is finally here!!<div align="center">The girls both had their dance recital on Halloween. The little girls danced to The Monster Mash and the big girls danced to Thriller. It was Claire's first time and she was all-smiles. They both did a bang-up job!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQUlY1wwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Gq0X6BKpO_E/s1600/101_5943_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407785567129027330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQUlY1wwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Gq0X6BKpO_E/s320/101_5943_edited-1.JPG" /></a> Natalie, in position<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQUJgenPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TtD6M4ZVEvk/s1600/101_5940_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407785559644871922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQUJgenPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TtD6M4ZVEvk/s320/101_5940_edited-1.JPG" /></a>Claire and Lexi McInnes, hanging out to watch the bigger girls<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQTgQwZeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Z7z7ZSAFH0M/s1600/101_5968.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407785548573074914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQTgQwZeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Z7z7ZSAFH0M/s320/101_5968.JPG" /></a>Brett and Tiffany Reynolds at the Trunk-or-Treat. Tiffany is their dance teacher but moonlights as a mad scientist/balloon bender. It's nice to be friends with talented people!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQTBpMDsI/AAAAAAAAAls/qzpj2ufR5TI/s1600/101_5966_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407785540354051778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQTBpMDsI/AAAAAAAAAls/qzpj2ufR5TI/s320/101_5966_edited-1.JPG" /></a> Cameron McInnes and our little George</div><div> The little buddies found each other at Trunk or Treat adn decided to stop for a snack.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQSuyBIkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tKH8-vDq1Iw/s1600/101_5958.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407785535290810946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SwxQSuyBIkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tKH8-vDq1Iw/s320/101_5958.JPG" /></a> The Trick-or-Treaters on their way out the door</div><div>Natalie = Taylor Swfit</div><div>George = the Travelocity Gnome</div><div>Henry = the Secret Apprentice</div><div>(Star Wars, of course)</div><div>and Claire = Madeline</div><div>They had a fabulous Halloween and 3 weeks later, we're still trying to plow our way thru all the candy!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-11427017518254652012009-07-12T13:42:00.000-07:002009-07-12T17:14:12.402-07:00Natalie Kate's Baptism at Otter Creek<div align="center"><strong>A day to remember...</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp35B1miWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gzz91WVwFSk/s1600-h/101_5269.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726528340134242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp35B1miWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gzz91WVwFSk/s320/101_5269.JPG" /></a> Paola Hawkins and Natalie Kate Stafford</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp3437XVXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLChU27a4lo/s1600-h/101_5266.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726525679949170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp3437XVXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLChU27a4lo/s320/101_5266.JPG" /></a>Paola and Natalie<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp34bjKaPI/AAAAAAAAAko/L8UHMo5IyCw/s1600-h/101_5265.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726518062246130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp34bjKaPI/AAAAAAAAAko/L8UHMo5IyCw/s320/101_5265.JPG" /></a>Natalie, testing the water<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp34EJvEZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fzGndxefPlU/s1600-h/101_5259.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726511781581202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp34EJvEZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fzGndxefPlU/s320/101_5259.JPG" /></a>Natalie Kate<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp334Ats5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/WddoeHdbMbI/s1600-h/101_5261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726508522517394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slp334Ats5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/WddoeHdbMbI/s320/101_5261.JPG" /></a> Natalie on bank of Otter Creek<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">It's a lengthy one, but with good reason. Our little Natalie and her cousin Paola Hawkins (my sister, Cheryl's little girl) got baptized yesterday in Otter Creek. Why Otter Creek? It was our Grandpa Fletcher's favorite fishing hole. The girls wanted to be baptized together, but we knew it would have to take place on neutral ground. Cheryl and I hatched a plan to have it all happen at the Creek and they went along with it. (Yeah!!) After much planning and plotting, the day finally arrived. When we got to Otter Creek (right by Antimony, if that helps. Ha!) it was a beautiful day. It was just before noon and the sun was shining brightly. As we waited for everyone to get there, the skies darkened a bit and big raindrops began to fall. The boats started coming in off the water. We were right by the boat ramp where they had been kind enough to reserve us a few picnic spots with easy access to the water and the restrooms. Things got pretty busy there for a few minutes as we rallied our troops and trucks came down to haul up the boats. Soon enough, everyone was there, the rain ceased, the sun returned, the Creek was empty save for one small boat that soon disappeared out of sight. Coincidence? I doubt it. I think it was just Grandpa Fletcher's way of letting us know that he, too, had arrived. </div><div align="center">And so began a very special day in the lives of two very special little girls:</div><div align="center">Natalie Kate Stafford & Paola Annabela Janice Hawkins </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo3E7DmoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/p8voJs5STGQ/s1600-h/101_5263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357710002134162050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo3E7DmoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/p8voJs5STGQ/s320/101_5263.JPG" /></a> Natalie Kate on the bank of Otter Creek in her dress that she sewed, with a little help from me. She did such a good job as I coached her to "Sew with confidence!!" instead of being so afraid to do something wrong. It turned out beautifully!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo2vwZXOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eb5xbfOtBnQ/s1600-h/101_5277.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357709996452306146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo2vwZXOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eb5xbfOtBnQ/s320/101_5277.JPG" /></a> Gary, Trav, Jeanette, Uncle John, Grandma Fletcher, Uncle Bill and Aunt Rosie, waiting for us to get started<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo2cv7dAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HxqJtbRoTG4/s1600-h/101_5278.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357709991350072322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpo2cv7dAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HxqJtbRoTG4/s320/101_5278.JPG" /></a> James and his Dad talk as my Dad visits with Bishop George "Porg" Thompson and his daughter and son. (Porg is both my Mom and Dad's first cousin.)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn6qD15zI/AAAAAAAAAj4/G_mueXcobxo/s1600-h/101_5282.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357708964131104562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn6qD15zI/AAAAAAAAAj4/G_mueXcobxo/s320/101_5282.JPG" /></a> Little George took "Gramma" Susan on a nice little walk around the hill we were on while we weer trying to get everything situated and organized.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn6Hf1orI/AAAAAAAAAjw/twG_-ZKi1eY/s1600-h/101_5284.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357708954853286578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn6Hf1orI/AAAAAAAAAjw/twG_-ZKi1eY/s320/101_5284.JPG" /></a> Aunt Rosie Fletcher getting ready for the music. She accompanied the opening and closing songs. She also wrote a song just for the occasion. It was so incredibly beautiful. How much more special can a baptism get than having a song written <em>just for you</em>! Aunt Rosie's amazing that way.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn5uH98YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kM6G9b-lh7k/s1600-h/101_5288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357708948042281346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn5uH98YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kM6G9b-lh7k/s320/101_5288.JPG" /></a> Jeanette, Marjean (almost entirely behind Uncle John's hat), Grandma Fletcher, Trav with George, Mom, and Aunt Rosie<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn40DS7kI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nnwc6tYSV90/s1600-h/101_5292.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357708932453428802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn40DS7kI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nnwc6tYSV90/s320/101_5292.JPG" /></a> Bishop "Porg" talking to the girls about the importance of what was about to happen. He also reminded them that while there were many family members and a few friends there to watch, he was certain that there was someone special there, who they couldn't see, but who was very proud of them: their Great Grandpa Fletcher (<em>his</em> Uncle Clele). It was so beautiful. Anyone who wasn't already crying on account of Aunt Rosie's song went ahead and started.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn4VDmzeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/duEvtdJ7ipc/s1600-h/101_5316.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357708924133232098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpn4VDmzeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/duEvtdJ7ipc/s320/101_5316.JPG" /></a> Our dear friend, Marjean Beaman made the drive up with her friend Jeanette Barela. She bought Natalie the shoes of her choosing to wear with the dress she made to be confirmed in. What a gem! We have decided to adopt Marjean as our own!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphPPGD_AI/AAAAAAAAAio/mQrv0H1isIo/s1600-h/101_5303.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701621088517122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphPPGD_AI/AAAAAAAAAio/mQrv0H1isIo/s320/101_5303.JPG" /></a> "Uncle Gary" Goodman and little Miss Natalie Kate<br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphOhwYbDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8cKkuog4o-o/s1600-h/101_5306.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701608917986354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphOhwYbDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8cKkuog4o-o/s320/101_5306.JPG" /></a> As she walked out, her flip-flops floated off her feet.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphOEqEoFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jvSjwEvLDjw/s1600-h/101_5309.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701601106894930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphOEqEoFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jvSjwEvLDjw/s320/101_5309.JPG" /></a> The look on her face says it all: that water was C-O-L-D! (What a good sport!)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphN4fo4oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GPAqNCgSIBE/s1600-h/101_5311.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701597841908354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlphN4fo4oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GPAqNCgSIBE/s320/101_5311.JPG" /></a> Natalie, retrieving her flip-flops before returning to dry land.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpb0HRvrsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uwYqoRVDnKc/s1600-h/101_5319.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695657575427778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpb0HRvrsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uwYqoRVDnKc/s320/101_5319.JPG" /></a> James and Paola Hawkins<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpbzRKbNDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1rpAe4_DLLA/s1600-h/101_5321.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695643049210930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpbzRKbNDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1rpAe4_DLLA/s320/101_5321.JPG" /></a> I love this picture of James and Paola entering the water. </div><div align="center">I just think it's so sweet.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpby3iZwPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zCOuJKLWJaM/s1600-h/101_5332.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695636170457330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpby3iZwPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zCOuJKLWJaM/s320/101_5332.JPG" /></a> Paola, giving Aunt Rosie a well-deserved hug</div><div align="center">as Grandma and Uncle Rex look on.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpbyYTFWpI/AAAAAAAAAho/MLTXz2zpkzo/s1600-h/101_5328.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695627784706706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpbyYTFWpI/AAAAAAAAAho/MLTXz2zpkzo/s320/101_5328.JPG" /></a> Aunt Ellie and Uncle Bill Steeves: They live in Elko, Nevada. Ellie gave a wonderful talk on the Holy Ghost and gave the girls each a compass, a map and flashlight and a fuzzy blanket to remind them of all the Holy Ghost could do for them. They loved it!</div><div>Both Natalie and Paola were baptized in their daughter, Elke's baptismal dress. Elke passed away when she was only 18. It was our way of remembering her on their special day.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpbx2wN1xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0WFCNj7tg8w/s1600-h/101_5353.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695618780092178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpbx2wN1xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0WFCNj7tg8w/s320/101_5353.JPG" /></a> Uncle Rex Fletcher: He's the man in charge of all the fun! He brought his 2 Sea Doo's, life jackets and other assorted water-fun things. We've learned from past experience that, whether on land or on sea, it's always a good idea to put the fun in the hands of Uncle Rex!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpatUC8FoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/k9thvwtvbyA/s1600-h/101_5341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694441232275074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpatUC8FoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/k9thvwtvbyA/s320/101_5341.JPG" /></a> Travis out on one of the Sea Doo's.</div><div>He and James kept themselves busy giving the kids rides.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpas6KoAdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bTUsZILDNvc/s1600-h/101_5344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694434285191634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpas6KoAdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bTUsZILDNvc/s320/101_5344.JPG" /></a> Uncle Rex even brought a life-jacket that was just Claire's size!</div><div align="center">She couldn't have been more thrilled!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpasi0k7WI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fMxdelz6ljw/s1600-h/101_5336.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694428018699618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpasi0k7WI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fMxdelz6ljw/s320/101_5336.JPG" /></a>Little Thad and Paola and Natalie getting ready to have fun</div><div>with a little assistance from Uncle Rex </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpasJsYxvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ybG2qHWvxRA/s1600-h/101_5348.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694421273462514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpasJsYxvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ybG2qHWvxRA/s320/101_5348.JPG" /></a>Sam and Henry paddling around the shore on the Air Head<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpar7f03qI/AAAAAAAAAg4/c0zasOFeA74/s1600-h/101_5349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694417462681250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Slpar7f03qI/AAAAAAAAAg4/c0zasOFeA74/s320/101_5349.JPG" /></a> Little Georgie, walking up the boat ramp.</div><div>He's sunburned and his feet are prune-y. He's ready to go.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpZH5mdSzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2JHTsX_FS54/s1600-h/101_5356.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692698966706994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpZH5mdSzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2JHTsX_FS54/s320/101_5356.JPG" /></a> Porg and his boy, Shan, and their dog Boomer, talk to Paola and Trav after</div><div align="center">the torrential downpour that followed our three hours of fun on the water.</div><div align="center">Thunder, lightning and raindrops the size of golf balls.</div><div align="center">(OK, maybe that last part is a <em>slight</em> exaggeration, but it was <strong>crazy </strong>how hard it was raining!)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpQrdrIyJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kaxUP9uDBio/s1600-h/101_5357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357683414340782226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpQrdrIyJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kaxUP9uDBio/s320/101_5357.JPG" /></a>Chelsea, waiting for her Dad (Porg) to decide if they are</div><div align="center">going to wait out the storm or call it a day.<br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpQq3z0_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/so4HyiZgWtw/s1600-h/101_5358.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357683404176686482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SlpQq3z0_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/so4HyiZgWtw/s320/101_5358.JPG" /></a> He doesn't look like he's going anywhere soon. But alas, he did.</div><div>It 'bout broke his heart to leave the Creek without any fish. Poor Porg!<br /></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>All in all, it could not have been a more perfect day!</strong></div><div> Thanks to all those who shared it with us, as well as those who participated in her confirmation today at Church. She was confirmed by our friend and Home Teacher since Natalie was just little, Heber Trunnell, accompanied by Brett Reynolds, "Uncle" Gary, Evan Cramer, Bruce Sanderson and the Bishopric: Bishop Ben Squires, Troy Olson and Brandon Dunbar. The Reynolds family (Brett, Tiffany, Bryson and Brooklynn) and the Mitchell family (Sky Scott, Jeremy "Moose" Mitchell, and Emma & Ashley) were all in attendance for her confirmation.</div><div><strong> It was yet another wonderful day!<br /></div></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-32971381815892298982009-04-22T16:08:00.000-07:002009-04-22T16:24:23.430-07:00Happy Easter!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-ki0jyddI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LjEt-1irFcQ/s1600-h/101_4445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327657802333844946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-ki0jyddI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LjEt-1irFcQ/s320/101_4445.JPG" /></a> Here we are all dressed up for Easter. I made the girls new dresses. (Their dolls got new matching dresses, too, of course!! I made George a new dress shirt to go with his tie that I made many moons ago for Henry. Henry, well, he got a new shirt and tie, too, but he's all store bought.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-kiTmzwcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dsvoixvHOZ0/s1600-h/101_4441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327657793488142786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-kiTmzwcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dsvoixvHOZ0/s320/101_4441.JPG" /></a> Since I had time to spare and we were still a few days from Easter, I decided to make Natalie's best friend, Brianne, a matching Easter dress. We had Stake Conference on Easter Sunday so it was the only time the 2 of them would be at the Church at the same time, both in need of new Easter dresses. (I made her a little doll for her baptism and it needed a matching Easter dress also.) I LOVE BEING ABLE TO SEW!! It's just such fun!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-38752128387037537422009-04-22T15:59:00.000-07:002009-04-22T16:08:29.522-07:00George has a monkey on his fever thing.<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-htPoJEYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YgD32FCtinU/s1600-h/101_4457.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327654682863669634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/Se-htPoJEYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YgD32FCtinU/s320/101_4457.JPG" /></a>The girls love to put stickers on George just to see how long he'll leave them on. </div><div align="center">It usually takes him several hours to discover them. Well...</div><div align="center"> George hasn't been feeling particularly well. He's had the liqui-poos and then came down with a little fever. Poor little guy! So the other night, we're getting ready to eat dinner and Claire says to me, "Mom, George has a monkey on his fever thing." Huh? </div><div align="center">I looked down and sure enough... there <em>was</em> a monkey on his 'fever thing'. </div><div align="center">(I guess she had forgotten what a forehead was called. Hmmm.)<br /><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-30585119105689012642009-03-25T08:33:00.000-07:002009-03-25T13:30:15.353-07:00Hidden Valley isn't hidden anymore!<div align="center">We finally found the Hidden Valley Park. It's a bit of a jaunt from our house, but it's SO worth the drive! The weather was beautiful and the kids were out of school for 10 days. We spent lots of time at various parks! HVP was definitely the favorite!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPJBDdpwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/h1ZdGdYaXsU/s1600-h/101_4388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149326384670466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPJBDdpwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/h1ZdGdYaXsU/s320/101_4388.JPG" border="0" /></a> Claire in her new pretty pink cowgirl boots (and her skirt that I made out my old kitchen curtains) playing around at Hidden Valley Park.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPIcGRXSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ao6L0-lhoWA/s1600-h/101_4379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149316464336162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPIcGRXSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ao6L0-lhoWA/s320/101_4379.JPG" border="0" /></a> Funny pics of Geroge Axier at Hidden Valley Park during Spring Break.</div><div align="center">(He's wearing his Bilbao Athletic Club shirt that Uncles Axier & Luis bought him.)<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPHik0JmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pYzi071uCWE/s1600-h/101_4383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149301023188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/ScpPHik0JmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pYzi071uCWE/s320/101_4383.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pick a winner!<br /><br /></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-17519018211441728882009-03-25T08:04:00.000-07:002009-03-25T08:30:48.035-07:00Hey! This thing shoots out water! Watch!<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dycD7oxC1K-qhVkPaF8wchquHBw6tVTGQwKMlKIY19GkP1oR9FirsmIF5a44X344rZ2n35a2Sh-c-CFU0gNRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">So, George finally caught on to the fact that our new fridge dispenses water in the door. This should seriously cut down on the need to bathe him every night!</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-90679877643154659542009-03-24T21:31:00.000-07:002009-03-24T22:11:04.685-07:00Claire's a real V.I.E. in our family!<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUeJiw8hmQyolt96OkGrOiSi9YCCTjq6Bs2C-DMMRaNgwfxeuTnljJ952gWvyV7_X4m2Ec5CHr_uCASIKxVA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Claire was so funny. We were trying to have Family Home Evening and she kept raising her hand. I finally acknowledged her and she said asked when she would get to sing her song. "Fine... sing your song."</p><p align="center">She was so cute about it that I asked if I could make a video of it. She whole-heartedly agreed and performed her number once again. (or 3 times again, I guess) </p><p align="center">She a real V.I. E. in our family. For sure!</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-46582286484252981142008-12-25T14:37:00.000-08:002008-12-25T21:48:50.521-08:00It's Christmas time!!<div align="center"><strong>TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS...</strong></div><div align="center">My Mom dropped in on us for a VERY surprise visit. We were all so surprised (except Trav who plotted with her to keep it secret). We are having so much fun with her! </div><div align="center">We decided to brave the elements and head to the Spin Park down the road and see just how dizzy we could all get. (Gramma wouldn't even try any of the spinners!) Hmmm. The kids had tons of fun... until George and Claire both froze and we had to go. It was just as well since it started to snow not long after we arrived at home. </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRt7D1vPdI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_bWUpaQ0E3I/s1600-h/101_4018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283969124222844370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRt7D1vPdI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_bWUpaQ0E3I/s320/101_4018.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry and Natalie on the treadmill-of-sorts </div><div align="center">(well, Henry <em>on</em> it, Natalie <em>off</em> it)</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRt68ws2vI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OzBmoY2REW0/s1600-h/101_4006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283969122322668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRt68ws2vI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OzBmoY2REW0/s320/101_4006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Natalie and Henry on the little double-decker swinging things, just relaxing after much spinning.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrvKfA6-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/rnZybKg-O_w/s1600-h/101_4010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283966720824896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrvKfA6-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/rnZybKg-O_w/s320/101_4010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry, preparing to go down the super fast, tunnel enclosed slide</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRruz-MRfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/h5Y9Vw7k9wE/s1600-h/101_4017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283966714781648370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRruz-MRfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/h5Y9Vw7k9wE/s320/101_4017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Natalie, inside the torpedo-shaped vomit-comet (this thing spins WAY too fast for my liking!)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrrVBtU9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/YV-9Wm1GxDk/s1600-h/101_3992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283966654935290834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrrVBtU9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/YV-9Wm1GxDk/s320/101_3992.JPG" border="0" /></a> Claire, just chillin'<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrrH3m0YI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/etgRrRQQ1rs/s1600-h/101_3996.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283966651403260290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrrH3m0YI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/etgRrRQQ1rs/s320/101_3996.JPG" border="0" /></a> Little George, staring as everything else in the park spins<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong>CHRISTMAS MORNING!!!</strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrq3XLp0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/k8gPbI6Ous0/s1600-h/101_4046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283966646972294978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SVRrq3XLp0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/k8gPbI6Ous0/s320/101_4046.JPG" border="0" /></a>Henry, Natalie and Claire, playing with the Wii that G'ma and G'pa Sewell got the family for Christmas<br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgpSokcJbBDPOy7znSGBwniKxcag4RuLeOvzXo095P_1MD52zHUcLeoZhh3-P9ngnsUpkcxtFOeux5599f3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Henry and Natalie "boxing" on the Wii<br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMXNAgbCRgKc7dQ4Y7ysO5uAnQZDBAkRBEGCXPvM287FTfhrrlU3bmgqsFVFSvhF0pdirOPOE8qpeiPPgB6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div><p align="center">Giddy up, Little Georgie!</p><p align="center">I bought this little horse at a yard sale for $2 (score!) Trav took it all apart and sandblasted it, I sanded and stained it and made it a new mane and tail, and Bruce (our handy neighbor) reshaped the face a little, attached the mane and gave it a new handle. It took a bit of effort but it's now the perfect rocking horse for our littel cowboy! AND HE LOVES IT! </p></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-24612672529656101472008-11-15T15:56:00.001-08:002008-11-15T18:28:37.729-08:00Saturday Afternoon in Cannonville<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9zZMAa0PI/AAAAAAAAAXM/m66aT8Zfn00/s1600-h/101_3781.JPG"></a> A few Saturdays ago, we went up to Cannonville to hang out with Grandma Fletcher, Aunt Rosie, Uncle Rex, Uncle John, Jack (John's son), Kristen (John's daughter) and her family: Aaron and kids Jaden, Josh, and Jenna. Kristen lives in Arizona and wanted to spend her birthday in Cannonville. Since Kristen is both <em>my</em> first cousin <em>and</em> Travis' (my Uncle John used to be married to Trav's Aunt Nedra) we decided we better show up and catch up on all the family news. We took along Henry's best friend, Tevin, just to show him a good time.</div><div align="center">And a good time is exactly what we had! </div><div align="center">When we got there, Aunt Rosie was already going strong, getting the Dutch Oven dinner going. Soon John & Rex and the crew showed up and a bunch of us took off to go hiking, with Uncle Rex as our fearless guide. We had a fun afternoon of visiting with family we don't see enough of and left after a delicious meal. It was a Saturday well spent in one of my favorite places on earth.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9zY2PuMuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yjSEamczDgQ/s1600-h/101_3778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269056959762281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9zY2PuMuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yjSEamczDgQ/s320/101_3778.JPG" border="0" /></a> Never mind the sign. I just thought this was so cute of the funny red-heads bonding on Grandma Fletcher's couch.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9ygv-zUdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xYvmDo5fyMg/s1600-h/101_3741.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269055996008026578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9ygv-zUdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xYvmDo5fyMg/s320/101_3741.JPG" border="0" /></a> Whenever we happen to plan things perfectly and Uncle Rex is in Cannonville, he takes us all up on the Red Rocks to go hiking. First it's up to the Merry-Go-Round, then down the slide. As a kid, this was all great fun. That was before I grew up and learned to fear. I barely made it up and I certainly wasn't going down any "slide" to get down. </div><div>(L to R) Jack, Aaron, Uncle Rex, Jaden, Natalie, Claire, Josh, Henry & Tevin<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qw1PeytI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gvWBAANKGU0/s1600-h/101_3773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269047476205046482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qw1PeytI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gvWBAANKGU0/s320/101_3773.JPG" border="0" /></a> The brave ones moved on to bigger, redder rocks. George, Claire, & I stayed behind.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qwi_X94I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Nc4QBWCDhjY/s1600-h/101_3749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269047471305652098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qwi_X94I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Nc4QBWCDhjY/s320/101_3749.JPG" border="0" /></a> Natalie, a little too close to the edge, checking out the great metropolis of Cannonville<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qwb4pcJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_MpTJOiezxM/s1600-h/101_3772.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269047469398388882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qwb4pcJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_MpTJOiezxM/s320/101_3772.JPG" border="0" /></a>Uncle Rex, Tevin & Henry</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qviDBz-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/rLbwXjyvz8E/s1600-h/101_3746.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269047453872672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9qviDBz-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/rLbwXjyvz8E/s320/101_3746.JPG" border="0" /></a>Everyone up on the Merry-Go-Round</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9lvg27r3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/0o0Q0I3TSrE/s1600-h/101_3733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269041955995365234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9lvg27r3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/0o0Q0I3TSrE/s320/101_3733.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9lvEM5tyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fnq-F_YatwQ/s1600-h/101_3773.JPG"></a>Tevin, skiing down the gravel. (I don't know where his other leg went. No wonder he needs a stick to walk!)</div><div></div><div><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9lto4mI2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/CMQos_z3ZJI/s1600-h/101_3729.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269041923790087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9lto4mI2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/CMQos_z3ZJI/s320/101_3729.JPG" border="0" /></a> Natalie, Henry, Tevin, Josh, Claire, & Jaden on the gravel mound.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kPgN-YTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iZ4GklEp9SE/s1600-h/101_3754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269040306556133682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kPgN-YTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iZ4GklEp9SE/s320/101_3754.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry, George, Claire, & Natalie up on Little Red Rock</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kO0Oq5LI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lLFIizaZ2Kw/s1600-h/101_3748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269040294747890866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kO0Oq5LI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lLFIizaZ2Kw/s320/101_3748.JPG" border="0" /></a> The kids up on the "Merry-Go-Round"</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kOm9sPyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SyyYrP-q0d0/s1600-h/101_3751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269040291187015458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kOm9sPyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SyyYrP-q0d0/s320/101_3751.JPG" border="0" /></a> Uncle Rex, being a good sport while George tries to feed him his glasses.</div><div><br /><div>.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kOIjYaHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NVnZ3tG9tio/s1600-h/101_3738.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269040283023599730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SR9kOIjYaHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NVnZ3tG9tio/s320/101_3738.JPG" border="0" /></a> George trouncing through the brush in his cowboy boots. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-67608786742856243982008-11-04T21:21:00.001-08:002008-11-04T22:03:06.992-08:00The Entire Spooky Crew<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExtANcN8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LnDvaw_bCuY/s1600-h/101_3619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044088593070018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExtANcN8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LnDvaw_bCuY/s320/101_3619.JPG" border="0" /></a> Natalie was a 20's Flapper</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExs-lU30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/hTYPXIiemHg/s1600-h/101_3634.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044088156380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExs-lU30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/hTYPXIiemHg/s320/101_3634.JPG" border="0" /></a>Claire wanted to be Fern from <strong>Charlotte's Web. </strong>We found her a prize-winning pig for $.50 at the thrift store and I sewed a spider to it. Overalls and braids and she was good to go!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsnHGXHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ASM_76ZGI4/s1600-h/101_3627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044081855585394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsnHGXHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ASM_76ZGI4/s320/101_3627.JPG" border="0" /></a>Showing our love for St. George's newest landmark, <strong>In-N-Out Burger</strong>, I made the boys In-N-Out uniforms out of a bed sheet and a yard of red fabric. Trav made them engraved name tags at work. In-N-Out was kind enough to provide us with paper hats. (I sewed George's to make it small enough to fit his little head.)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsQG_RjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XHFcLoWdy7U/s1600-h/101_3607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044075681105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsQG_RjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XHFcLoWdy7U/s320/101_3607.JPG" border="0" /></a> George was not having any fun at our little photo shoot. <br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsDU9sTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/85qNu72uulU/s1600-h/101_3646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044072250061106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SRExsDU9sTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/85qNu72uulU/s320/101_3646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After much time and many tries, this was about as good as it got. Not everyone is happy. Not everyone is looking at the camera. But everyone is in the picture. Good enough!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwCPEnMAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DA0Cv8LmRxA/s1600-h/101_3662.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042254336569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwCPEnMAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DA0Cv8LmRxA/s320/101_3662.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet little Natalie Kate in her Flapper Girl get-up</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBlBOdXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1Hmkl1DCFZ8/s1600-h/101_3807.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042243048076658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBlBOdXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1Hmkl1DCFZ8/s320/101_3807.JPG" border="0" /></a> Getting ready to catch the bus on Haloween. (That's Henry's buddy, Tevin in the tie.)<br /><div> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBcLyROI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_k0H3nSqx9o/s1600-h/101_3811.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042240676447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBcLyROI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_k0H3nSqx9o/s320/101_3811.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lexi McInnes and Claire on their way to preschool at Mrs. Kathy's.</div><div>(Claire changed her mind on "Fern" and decided to be a witch instead. </div><div>Un-original, I know, but cute nonetheless.)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBHIf-tI/AAAAAAAAATs/svq6QF9_Qyg/s1600-h/101_3835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042235025521362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwBHIf-tI/AAAAAAAAATs/svq6QF9_Qyg/s320/101_3835.JPG" border="0" /></a>3 out of 4, looking for some treats at Carol's house</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwA93DLyI/AAAAAAAAATk/flA1dHnW6-4/s1600-h/101_3842_edited-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042232536411938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREwA93DLyI/AAAAAAAAATk/flA1dHnW6-4/s320/101_3842_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hanging out with Great-Gramma Fletcher and Aunt Rosie in Cedar City<br /><br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy2ZORRcMRPrlBJ1ZqcShon6Q14mBxEMpTjpD6TAd6VvfSyzILNXQ3NGskGvG5YfPEF7lJZXbsgbbi-wAwO' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>These are the many moods of George, all evident in a 4 second video.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-52609808590921167122008-11-04T20:32:00.000-08:002008-11-04T21:19:04.609-08:00Happy Halloween! (Did you want onions on that?)<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOxC1giI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ye9TVtG-hRM/s1600-h/101_3817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033673521332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOxC1giI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ye9TVtG-hRM/s320/101_3817.JPG" border="0" /></a> On Halloween, I took little George to In-N-Out for an early lunch. (Is 10:30 too early to eat I double-double...I think not!) </div><div align="center">As soon as the grill crew caught sight of him, he was a huge hit.</div><div align="center">It was hillarious!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOomIONI/AAAAAAAAATU/-geGRD6a0w4/s1600-h/101_3820.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033671253440722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOomIONI/AAAAAAAAATU/-geGRD6a0w4/s320/101_3820.JPG" border="0" /></a> Juan stopped working long enough to take a picture with him.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOEPSzGI/AAAAAAAAATM/SE__2h5FZsA/s1600-h/101_3821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033661493988450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoOEPSzGI/AAAAAAAAATM/SE__2h5FZsA/s320/101_3821.JPG" border="0" /></a> Taking a break from work, George chows down on some fresh french fries. Yum! Yum! (And an XL lemonade to wash them down, of course.)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoNw32elI/AAAAAAAAATE/9OaNeG5pvPM/s1600-h/101_3824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033656295389778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoNw32elI/AAAAAAAAATE/9OaNeG5pvPM/s320/101_3824.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back to work for the little guy! Sweeping the floors...<br />looks like some kid has dropped a bunch of fries under the table.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoNQ5DK3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/o67JQgTVQos/s1600-h/101_3828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033647710481266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SREoNQ5DK3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/o67JQgTVQos/s320/101_3828.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ashley, giving him some tips. Everyone was so helpful.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-21119873345649711542008-07-31T12:38:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:10:27.495-08:00Summer Vacation 2008 (the 1st half)<div align="center">We started out our trip with a long stretch of NOTHING. We drove about 10 hours our first day, stopping only once (in Tonopah) before reaching our first of several destinations: LAKE TAHOE</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdmBItJTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uHH0ONHjFRk/s1600-h/101_2838.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229274656307750194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdmBItJTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uHH0ONHjFRk/s320/101_2838.JPG" border="0" /></a>Striking a pose by the fountain in front of our hotel</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After lunch (at the Hard Rock, of course) we walked around and checked out a bunch of the little shops, looking for the perfect souvenir.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdmdFL6SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RwA1Lql9-nk/s1600-h/101_2841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229274663809181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdmdFL6SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RwA1Lql9-nk/s320/101_2841.JPG" border="0" /></a>We spotted a bear and stopped for a photo.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdm8Q5y_I/AAAAAAAAASE/mQXSDDOuQEw/s1600-h/101_2846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229274672179825650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdm8Q5y_I/AAAAAAAAASE/mQXSDDOuQEw/s320/101_2846.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our hotel had a private beach, just a few blocks away. The kids played around. George found a bottle lid that he carried with him the rest of the night. It was really very cute.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdnD1qqfI/AAAAAAAAASM/TgxBGwAkYeY/s1600-h/101_2847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229274674213071346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIdnD1qqfI/AAAAAAAAASM/TgxBGwAkYeY/s320/101_2847.JPG" border="0" /></a> After leaving Tahoe, we headed to Roseville. We stopped to visit some dear friends of mine, Elva and Lou Bosco whom I hadn't seen in 21 years (yikes!) not since their son Robbie's wedding reception. It was so good to see them again and get to show off the kids. Trav couldn't help but give them a hard time BYU since he's <em>anything</em> but a Y fan and they are True Blue (go figure!) We all had a really nice visit. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6L_ajZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P297G7p2yhY/s1600-h/101_2861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229271704284073362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6L_ajZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P297G7p2yhY/s320/101_2861.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6sjHE-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_nIXXSwE7wc/s1600-h/101_2864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229271713023726562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6sjHE-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_nIXXSwE7wc/s320/101_2864.JPG" border="0" /></a> Simply couldn't resist the Forrest Gump shoes, just begging to be filled.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6xhPDmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1xMDusoVCRA/s1600-h/101_2886.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229271714358038114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa6xhPDmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1xMDusoVCRA/s320/101_2886.JPG" border="0" /></a> Man! That was one hungry starfish! (This was at the San Francisco Bay Aquarium)<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa7fhDSII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kyJH_R_N1Nc/s1600-h/101_2906.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229271726705297538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIa7fhDSII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kyJH_R_N1Nc/s320/101_2906.JPG" border="0" /></a>Outside the Hard Rock in San Fran<br />(Isn't that a lovely hat Claire has on? Of all the things in a souvenir shop, she has to pick out the sparkly red chauffer hat. Ugh.)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZoCPJegI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TC5xdsNlgug/s1600-h/101_2908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229270292916435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZoCPJegI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TC5xdsNlgug/s320/101_2908.JPG" border="0" /></a> The kids with Scuba Sam (the aquarium mascot)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZoVEkfTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/f3-bnACDbEs/s1600-h/101_2917.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229270297972342066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZoVEkfTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/f3-bnACDbEs/s320/101_2917.JPG" border="0" /></a> This <em>has</em> to be my favorite picture of our entire vacation. This was Claire on the boat ride to Alcatraz. What a shot!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZozjAvII/AAAAAAAAAQM/4a2qMlO1ZWw/s1600-h/101_2927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229270306153086082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZozjAvII/AAAAAAAAAQM/4a2qMlO1ZWw/s320/101_2927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZqH9cpqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IWj9BVt3hqc/s1600-h/101_2965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229270328812545698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZqH9cpqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IWj9BVt3hqc/s320/101_2965.JPG" border="0" /></a> The entrance to Alcatraz<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZEbMGrGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/W_dWDUmIioM/s1600-h/101_2980_edited-1-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269681139264610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZEbMGrGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/W_dWDUmIioM/s320/101_2980_edited-1-1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Trav and George and the audio tour<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZEiTyCJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fXreSacewrQ/s1600-h/101_2995.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269683050514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZEiTyCJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fXreSacewrQ/s320/101_2995.JPG" border="0" /></a>View of San Fran from Alcatraz<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFNjfjqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-QyWJnEIe4Q/s1600-h/101_3007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269694659137186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFNjfjqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-QyWJnEIe4Q/s320/101_3007.JPG" border="0" /></a>I <strong><em>so</em></strong> need a sign like this somewhere in my house!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFfzZI6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/KlIYQOlLo48/s1600-h/101_2968.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269699557663650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFfzZI6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/KlIYQOlLo48/s320/101_2968.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFhxMegI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xfx_ZzOxKaw/s1600-h/101_2971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269700085316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIZFhxMegI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xfx_ZzOxKaw/s320/101_2971.JPG" border="0" /></a>I took these two in the little supply room. </div><div><br />We drove north a bit and went to see Old Faithful and the Petrified Forrest<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXp1q7LzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/khQbgfIfkoc/s1600-h/101_3032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229268124879761202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXp1q7LzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/khQbgfIfkoc/s320/101_3032.JPG" border="0" /></a>Natalie Kate, looking awfully sweet<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXqOkiwmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m1dT5XmmckA/s1600-h/101_3040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229268131563881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXqOkiwmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/m1dT5XmmckA/s320/101_3040.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep... Old Faithful<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXqriFOYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/neZUhYnsdUc/s1600-h/101_3042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229268139338185090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXqriFOYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/neZUhYnsdUc/s320/101_3042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXrHij2nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ws3COshp1Hs/s1600-h/101_3050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229268146856385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXrHij2nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ws3COshp1Hs/s320/101_3050.JPG" border="0" /></a>Claire and a Petrified Bear (can you blame him?)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXrYTp8mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HFlF2NFlhQM/s1600-h/101_3075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229268151357272674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIXrYTp8mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HFlF2NFlhQM/s320/101_3075.JPG" border="0" /></a>at the entrance to the Petrified Forrest, by a ginormous, very old tree<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWeZG-EeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X4A434gG154/s1600-h/101_3131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266828722573794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWeZG-EeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X4A434gG154/s320/101_3131.JPG" border="0" /></a>3 out of 4 out on Fisherman's Wharf<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWe_1TyXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gjTrP-2c2e8/s1600-h/101_3127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266839117482354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWe_1TyXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gjTrP-2c2e8/s320/101_3127.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trying thier hands at the pulley lift<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWfUoHTgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rcD7FV5kF5U/s1600-h/101_3102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266844699282946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWfUoHTgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rcD7FV5kF5U/s320/101_3102.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWfmbxavI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Jcq-dFTJ004/s1600-h/101_3084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266849479355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWfmbxavI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Jcq-dFTJ004/s320/101_3084.JPG" border="0" /></a> Waiting for our boat cruise around the Bay<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWgOw7VLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VsBOZRiS2lk/s1600-h/101_3083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266860305503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SJIWgOw7VLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VsBOZRiS2lk/s320/101_3083.JPG" border="0" /></a> Claire wanted to take a picture with her and the "Archies". (She call them that since that's what they say... obviously! "Arch! Arch!")</div><div> </div><div>After 5 nights in San Fran, we headed south. On to Santa Cruz,Monterey Bay, and Fontana, before heading home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-48561844258401269662008-07-28T16:07:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:10:32.598-08:00Summer Vacation 2008 (the 2nd half)<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6lsaPQGwI/AAAAAAAAANs/hMAR104ECxc/s1600-h/101_3138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298399799843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6lsaPQGwI/AAAAAAAAANs/hMAR104ECxc/s320/101_3138.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our next stop was the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz. We played a few games...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6ls7sKoYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uVjbx5yLcRg/s1600-h/101_3150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298408779489666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6ls7sKoYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uVjbx5yLcRg/s320/101_3150.JPG" border="0" /></a> and went on a Killer Whale (think "Dumbo") ride...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6ltCo0kPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I6e7aHzV_iM/s1600-h/101_3151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298410644508914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6ltCo0kPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I6e7aHzV_iM/s320/101_3151.JPG" border="0" /></a> and then got on the road toward our next stop... Monterey! </div><br /><div align="center">Once again we got a hotel with a beach, this one just right outside our door!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i-j5mrbI/AAAAAAAAANE/vprvZLVD4mE/s1600-h/101_3164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295413096164786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i-j5mrbI/AAAAAAAAANE/vprvZLVD4mE/s320/101_3164.JPG" border="0" /></a> George turned 1 the day we got to Monterey, so we went to Safeway, bought him a big piece of cake (and candles... and a lighter) and had watched as the fun began. (There's video in the next entry if you haven't seen it yet.)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i_JPLSqI/AAAAAAAAANM/piG_vkJ-Stg/s1600-h/101_3172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295423118756514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i_JPLSqI/AAAAAAAAANM/piG_vkJ-Stg/s320/101_3172.JPG" border="0" /></a> He was very neat about it and only got a little bit on his shirt.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i_iCtKzI/AAAAAAAAANU/NnOWY7ZL09Y/s1600-h/101_3182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295429777337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6i_iCtKzI/AAAAAAAAANU/NnOWY7ZL09Y/s320/101_3182.JPG" border="0" /></a> He made sure he got plenty in his mouth, that's for sure!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6jAHpxBdI/AAAAAAAAANc/k7qPfNk3Ebk/s1600-h/101_3187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295439873279442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6jAHpxBdI/AAAAAAAAANc/k7qPfNk3Ebk/s320/101_3187.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry, on the patio, enjoying the view.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6jASAx_uI/AAAAAAAAANk/OgDoPPS3Jc0/s1600-h/101_3310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295442654166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6jASAx_uI/AAAAAAAAANk/OgDoPPS3Jc0/s320/101_3310.JPG" border="0" /></a> The California fires made for some great color in the sunset.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iCvsctCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/izeLCLEdBJc/s1600-h/101_3208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294385470059554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iCvsctCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/izeLCLEdBJc/s320/101_3208.JPG" border="0" /></a>Playing in the sand after sunset<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iC6UFa1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KzkmXm7AnIo/s1600-h/101_3198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294388320660306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iC6UFa1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KzkmXm7AnIo/s320/101_3198.JPG" border="0" /></a>Natalie in action!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iDsebXLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bHFrqCYE5M8/s1600-h/101_3197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294401785814194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6iDsebXLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bHFrqCYE5M8/s320/101_3197.JPG" border="0" /></a> Digging their way to China<br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dO5WKOPI/AAAAAAAAALU/X8UzmH8Mnco/s1600-h/101_3291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289096661219570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dO5WKOPI/AAAAAAAAALU/X8UzmH8Mnco/s320/101_3291.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Next day, same beach. This time, with a little sunlight.<br /><div align="center">There are few things my kids love more than the beach. (Too bad we live in a desert, huh?)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dPR43mdI/AAAAAAAAALc/RYiuzkAMUYU/s1600-h/101_3297.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289103249250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dPR43mdI/AAAAAAAAALc/RYiuzkAMUYU/s320/101_3297.JPG" border="0" /></a>George was a little braver than I wanted him to be. This was taken right before the wave that swept him over (and consequently... under). I grabbed him by the leg as he sputtered. That was the end of <em>his</em> happy times on the beach.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dPyeks6I/AAAAAAAAALk/kOi8RkZo4Xc/s1600-h/101_3290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289111997330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dPyeks6I/AAAAAAAAALk/kOi8RkZo4Xc/s320/101_3290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dQNkhGBI/AAAAAAAAALs/PsUk90FFzs0/s1600-h/101_3289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289119270017042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI6dQNkhGBI/AAAAAAAAALs/PsUk90FFzs0/s320/101_3289.JPG" border="0" /></a> Claire was determined to bury someone.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T34lxdiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jfdFe0R49F8/s1600-h/101_3248.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228208436972451362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T34lxdiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jfdFe0R49F8/s320/101_3248.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ready, set... here comes the WATER!<br />Natalie was always trying to get the impossible picture.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T4fD1NSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kGgAfR5VYbk/s1600-h/101_3247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228208447299073314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T4fD1NSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kGgAfR5VYbk/s320/101_3247.JPG" border="0" /></a> (These were taken at the Monterey Bay Aquarium)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T4rA4puI/AAAAAAAAALE/23l96zHrgNI/s1600-h/101_3279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228208450507941602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T4rA4puI/AAAAAAAAALE/23l96zHrgNI/s320/101_3279.JPG" border="0" /></a>Little George loved to wander around pointing at everything.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T5MbT8zI/AAAAAAAAALM/7Ur5NizjkXw/s1600-h/101_3276_edited-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228208459477152562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5T5MbT8zI/AAAAAAAAALM/7Ur5NizjkXw/s320/101_3276_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Needless to say, the Aquarium at Monterey Bay was a huge hit. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">After 2 nights in Monterey, we moved on to Fontana to see G'ma Palmer & Aunt Cheryl's family. We stayed 2 nights with Gramma and just enjoyed seeing our cousins again. and jumping on Uncle Scott's trampoline.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5RrZ38UpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wYBeNEx0EP4/s1600-h/101_3333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228206023545475730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5RrZ38UpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wYBeNEx0EP4/s320/101_3333.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our last night on vacation was the 4th of July. The Hawkins crew bought some fireworks and we set them off in front of Grandma Palmer's house.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5RfbVN29I/AAAAAAAAAKU/T8gqf4NAjAM/s1600-h/101_3324.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228205817778265042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SI5RfbVN29I/AAAAAAAAAKU/T8gqf4NAjAM/s320/101_3324.JPG" border="0" /></a>Since we'd be on the road, homeward bound on Natalie's birthday, we decided to buy a cake and celebrate with the cousins the night before. (Sweet little Natalie is now 7.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-16638217014444980752008-07-01T22:15:00.001-07:002008-12-12T19:10:32.825-08:00OH.....Here's the bay<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SGsPQVSvs8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/A7jQm3m3chQ/s1600-h/101_3188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281366506943426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SGsPQVSvs8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/A7jQm3m3chQ/s320/101_3188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-32070458059178959912008-07-01T21:49:00.000-07:002008-07-01T22:10:05.354-07:00Happy Birthday George!!!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Well here we are a year later and George is 1. What a better way to celebrate your first birthday than with cake at Monterey Bay, CA.</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyZYT2EhszfsghrvF_oyeL8b9Qybf2nm5Fagc8brzRI4YrdfBdoAj9Q-hwqrABiMIxQBJuhzQ1N8ab6AszpMg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743162692328773487.post-14074489350780233112008-04-26T14:30:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:10:34.833-08:00Spring Break<div align="center">We went to Fontana, California for Spring Break... just me and the kids. (Quite an adventure!) We stayed at my Mom's house and just hung out with "Gramma Palmer" and my sister Cheryl & her family for the better part of a week. I got to see some old friends that I hardly ever get to see. (Thanks for hooking up with me, Sue & Lynn!) It was just really a nice visit. And the kids all had a great time playing with Cher's kids: Harrison, Sam, Paola, & Thad. Here's some pics! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzLbEtEjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wS1ookE1V30/s1600-h/101_2252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193691804115735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzLbEtEjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wS1ookE1V30/s320/101_2252.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry and Sam, walking from Sam's place back over to Gramma's</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzL7EtEkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wFT9sWNyLaE/s1600-h/101_2253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193691812705669698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzL7EtEkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wFT9sWNyLaE/s320/101_2253.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cheryl's always nagging at me to put a picture of her on my blog, so, here it is!</div><div align="center">(OK that might not be entirely true.) Gramma & Cheryl</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzMbEtElI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sUuucSwRJSk/s1600-h/101_2274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193691821295604306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzMbEtElI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sUuucSwRJSk/s320/101_2274.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Little Thad, showing me how big he can smile</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzMrEtEmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mqwEkscVE6w/s1600-h/101_2292_edited-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193691825590571618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOzMrEtEmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mqwEkscVE6w/s320/101_2292_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Little George & Uncle James (Classic photo, wouldn't you say? One feeding his face, one cleaning it off.)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJLEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l5vXFbWYXa8/s1600-h/101_2313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193690665949401586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJLEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l5vXFbWYXa8/s320/101_2313.JPG" border="0" /></a> Paola, Natalie & Sam at the park</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJbEtEgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yzh0F5ENhus/s1600-h/101_2317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193690670244368898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJbEtEgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yzh0F5ENhus/s320/101_2317.JPG" border="0" /></a> Harrison chillin' in the grass</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJ7EtEhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VmYNAQodoBc/s1600-h/101_2316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193690678834303506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyJ7EtEhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VmYNAQodoBc/s320/101_2316.JPG" border="0" /></a>Claire & Natalie poking around at the pond </p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyKbEtEiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qdEJotSivt0/s1600-h/101_2334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193690687424238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOyKbEtEiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qdEJotSivt0/s320/101_2334.JPG" border="0" /></a>George gets his first taste of In-N-Out. YumYum!<br /><br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOg6LEtEaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sNiW4sP_7WU/s1600-h/101_2334.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOg6bEtEbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qebwm4d9ZUw/s1600-h/101_2316.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOg67EtEcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qNJOhvD7G5E/s1600-h/101_2317.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOg7bEtEdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/E4uDEZvYK-8/s1600-h/101_2313.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlMg7C_unI8/SBOg7rEtEeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0hPhJZBG7No/s1600-h/101_2313.JPG"></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384034962017103352noreply@blogger.com2