tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24321245910146169102024-02-19T08:54:18.787-08:00Summers SummarySummers Summaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433473994515699792noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-29025978449503652972009-12-18T07:36:00.000-08:002009-12-18T08:24:57.544-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ggvGNQGOfHEE6WZcPIgzVtdTnpKFl4m9xfrRP41xNVU9p3x81KCQahNZCXkVqra6PnR_Ej6i-BdKCMq9yr7-XeAsFIjrIzz9NQ47XpsOCGJmwSqe3cx_79HwHRqTWu_TfBRKaqlwkKgM/s1600-h/ArtBook__030_030__TheBirthOfJesus____.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ggvGNQGOfHEE6WZcPIgzVtdTnpKFl4m9xfrRP41xNVU9p3x81KCQahNZCXkVqra6PnR_Ej6i-BdKCMq9yr7-XeAsFIjrIzz9NQ47XpsOCGJmwSqe3cx_79HwHRqTWu_TfBRKaqlwkKgM/s400/ArtBook__030_030__TheBirthOfJesus____.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416603656519198274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Merry Christmas from the Summers' Family!<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">During this Christmas Season, we would like to wish all of our family and friends a very Merry Christmas. We are so grateful for the blessing we have been given through the life, teachings, and atonement of our Savior, Jesus Christ. This is such a wonderful time that we can focus on His teachings and example.<br /><br />We will be thinking about all of you and how blessed we are to have great friends and family this Christmas. Have a wonderful Christmas!</span><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></span></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-83173741555607123262009-11-01T10:32:00.000-08:002009-11-01T11:36:01.339-08:00Halloween Outings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_OUTlIiXUDknjo-DwV0afGd5Oh-xtet35k44Wkq31ivruvbtPFXizPora5wyvm_aIFCSW93kNu4BUQn1iLOOljNULpT89_o2FbP4VsL0yCxFTrzIrK44j-UoP9lbBINv1j_uwNHrZgYq/s1600-h/happy_halloween_theme-202347-1230607603.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_OUTlIiXUDknjo-DwV0afGd5Oh-xtet35k44Wkq31ivruvbtPFXizPora5wyvm_aIFCSW93kNu4BUQn1iLOOljNULpT89_o2FbP4VsL0yCxFTrzIrK44j-UoP9lbBINv1j_uwNHrZgYq/s400/happy_halloween_theme-202347-1230607603.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399219000303744162" border="0" /></a>The kids are in their rooms organizing, reorganizing, and categorizing their Halloween candy this morning. What else is there to do with it when it's FAST SUNDAY! (Ha! Ha! Ha! I just have to laugh at them!)<br /><br />Here are pictures of the fun festivities.<br /><br />Sophie was a very warm "Snow White." <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1sILSn5rCNrFBIz2DdaewIq0zSznbgqlar0hjYWnnlye4tmJ83qjpOCvpeFN1Zj2Rt_Wnczl4AJfc_E2N7G9Kfs-QXLbXa3L-Fx7jjK60-Dy_8us4_SW322aYoCjkNXek5WoCMsLM0oP/s1600-h/Snow+White+Sophia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1sILSn5rCNrFBIz2DdaewIq0zSznbgqlar0hjYWnnlye4tmJ83qjpOCvpeFN1Zj2Rt_Wnczl4AJfc_E2N7G9Kfs-QXLbXa3L-Fx7jjK60-Dy_8us4_SW322aYoCjkNXek5WoCMsLM0oP/s400/Snow+White+Sophia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215660516128962" border="0" /></a>She didn't want to wear the warm clothes underneath, but I think she ended up "thanking" us in the long run. Last week when someone had asked her what she was going to be, she said, "a butterfly." When I informed her she didn't have a butterfly costume, she exclaimed matter-of-factly, "Well just go to the store and buy one, Mom!"<br /><br />Ben was Burger King. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhql41jn3Tz1biBo18I39sjW9IwKJpONok7sZC97pSEUSsQF2jWFuS-7l8tJXn8KtT1jjNCbs3XKgK8iA0_k2LKMaQ-b1PNiE7a144xPxcloByI5EW5Ayvrj2ZlVeaWRLkbguZTWBHgM4N-/s1600-h/King+Burger+King+Ben.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhql41jn3Tz1biBo18I39sjW9IwKJpONok7sZC97pSEUSsQF2jWFuS-7l8tJXn8KtT1jjNCbs3XKgK8iA0_k2LKMaQ-b1PNiE7a144xPxcloByI5EW5Ayvrj2ZlVeaWRLkbguZTWBHgM4N-/s400/King+Burger+King+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215653586337778" border="0" /></a>Rachel was a vet/doctor. . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp-bA5liyljkldVuSQUl2_EXG4Ak7CMHa2BvOmUaY1lElYNI1T0Zvpve3gd35070qvdzDrn7Id5hcHmuBiFt7vmuPXowV3q7yvsMmjLiIuFzAX-yHRnqU_daVe44gmOvQ6-CDtxjAhlsI/s1600-h/Dr+Rachel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp-bA5liyljkldVuSQUl2_EXG4Ak7CMHa2BvOmUaY1lElYNI1T0Zvpve3gd35070qvdzDrn7Id5hcHmuBiFt7vmuPXowV3q7yvsMmjLiIuFzAX-yHRnqU_daVe44gmOvQ6-CDtxjAhlsI/s400/Dr+Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215648428847810" border="0" /></a>Steven was a "stick man". . .(Thanks for the idea, Cherilyn!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxfWWZG2az357ljfcciZH3s6d7u7fcW5JwAlI__uE63gyFx3ejgWTPyKNDHQosMWx02ffU1hhyphenhyphenqFS97eeZUJ1_8bb8yEvQio-Vxoqn821figKnok99LUDiDimjn1gnGVrSQ9llkTt2A9y/s1600-h/Steven+Stick+Man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxfWWZG2az357ljfcciZH3s6d7u7fcW5JwAlI__uE63gyFx3ejgWTPyKNDHQosMWx02ffU1hhyphenhyphenqFS97eeZUJ1_8bb8yEvQio-Vxoqn821figKnok99LUDiDimjn1gnGVrSQ9llkTt2A9y/s400/Steven+Stick+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217519308785362" border="0" /></a>Here are the pumpkins. Steven made Mario--all by himself! And Rachel carved out the moon and stars.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SGomT1kUbLkLCjHfzBKNxUU7o2ftN5xLnKflqKMypUs1BdFfivawZWm5MvpDviw-toVFEmguTc2vDIqYLAST6My2cklJPX9p1VV6ywTbiAzH9JQzfiOt8p_W8cJNGjeSuicbpPvPuLl-/s1600-h/Steven+and+Rachel+Pumpkins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SGomT1kUbLkLCjHfzBKNxUU7o2ftN5xLnKflqKMypUs1BdFfivawZWm5MvpDviw-toVFEmguTc2vDIqYLAST6My2cklJPX9p1VV6ywTbiAzH9JQzfiOt8p_W8cJNGjeSuicbpPvPuLl-/s400/Steven+and+Rachel+Pumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215670554276194" border="0" /></a>Sophie made a Kitty Cat and Ben designed and carved his wide-eyed/mouth pumpkin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpgwUivak6ZcQ9GkGrAvcu_-sNK_tQ44zq-flNNElrqc9zpHXjMinkMIesA_akIJ2ej3pJJHAJbEOYDWxjNXb92x9KdrwphO9BEK45qKm-SGKU6mRUBON2bwA1xeC9s4qp3mnN5KTikQn/s1600-h/Sophie+and+Ben+Pumpkin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpgwUivak6ZcQ9GkGrAvcu_-sNK_tQ44zq-flNNElrqc9zpHXjMinkMIesA_akIJ2ej3pJJHAJbEOYDWxjNXb92x9KdrwphO9BEK45qKm-SGKU6mRUBON2bwA1xeC9s4qp3mnN5KTikQn/s400/Sophie+and+Ben+Pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215663328100290" border="0" /></a>Here are the costumes Steve and I wore (as a cardinal/pope and Sarah Palin) to our friends' Halloween party Friday night.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpARVRnETAPBz6R8hcDdbbwMwdeVBWYNVBvKk5FAODkjQ3Us8M49o_KbI4USGYnbU8ErPj8aJVp2XYn8QlWCRvECQBlL1xKaxFY61igaJ9aJXJ3X-m0uuMufMU164QJDqUUtF4x1ufO_w/s1600-h/October+2009+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpARVRnETAPBz6R8hcDdbbwMwdeVBWYNVBvKk5FAODkjQ3Us8M49o_KbI4USGYnbU8ErPj8aJVp2XYn8QlWCRvECQBlL1xKaxFY61igaJ9aJXJ3X-m0uuMufMU164QJDqUUtF4x1ufO_w/s400/October+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399220347832798002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Hx7eqDln39i7196NcjhkEfbgJkzN4bembkHFIeNsXPmFjjzhdDot7-WliJY9-lvbnCHd3HKJBiitDdlhhUyNHhp3Y2Hu6leFT22O3k1DEEw4P0ZtQDySzrj-ze59EpsfEPGrT-9On1d4/s1600-h/October+2009+041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Hx7eqDln39i7196NcjhkEfbgJkzN4bembkHFIeNsXPmFjjzhdDot7-WliJY9-lvbnCHd3HKJBiitDdlhhUyNHhp3Y2Hu6leFT22O3k1DEEw4P0ZtQDySzrj-ze59EpsfEPGrT-9On1d4/s400/October+2009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399220339760253442" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-89465182225545305822009-10-29T12:32:00.000-07:002009-10-29T12:36:01.132-07:00Happy Halloween!<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=s3zSN2dYLGGjvHB5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=s3zSN2dYLGGjvHB5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=s3zSN2dYLGGjvHB5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Try JibJab Sendables® <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a> today!</div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-34843097001959011232009-09-08T12:49:00.000-07:002009-09-08T13:19:14.157-07:00Ringling Bros. Circus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuU4sldhpbjKk55Xw-c6zYn1I1jOzLCbmNB_qbolLdmjNIrjbTdcgn2FDI_Y4bw41fDeYOvNxcSdh-NOK8VhEDG6DCqSSiZfyS7TFEKDp5VV_3w36dnROSGw4euYgyamFCbPShyphenhyphens-w9LUM/s1600-h/ZingZangZoom(1).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuU4sldhpbjKk55Xw-c6zYn1I1jOzLCbmNB_qbolLdmjNIrjbTdcgn2FDI_Y4bw41fDeYOvNxcSdh-NOK8VhEDG6DCqSSiZfyS7TFEKDp5VV_3w36dnROSGw4euYgyamFCbPShyphenhyphens-w9LUM/s400/ZingZangZoom(1).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379193727519094770" border="0" /></a>For our last hurrah before school starts this week, we took the kids to the Ringling Bros. Circus. The long circus train has been "parked" along A St. in Auburn all week, so every time we would drive by, the kids would all ask if we were going. So when a friend mentioned there was a 50% off coupon in our Entertainment book, we bought tickets!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32ZcoVq1C8kWz1PSXTamkUyLE6uo8PgDxuyGDzs3kcP-krENtCpzKBiukv4jFdXJLuW7RExumzuOTsbfUkzr9-ueYkvBx-ZDdK7dUHAMgVAur8zFSAvJMfXfPCZj2peLfWpgiZdxbbz_e/s1600-h/olivia-saves-the-circus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32ZcoVq1C8kWz1PSXTamkUyLE6uo8PgDxuyGDzs3kcP-krENtCpzKBiukv4jFdXJLuW7RExumzuOTsbfUkzr9-ueYkvBx-ZDdK7dUHAMgVAur8zFSAvJMfXfPCZj2peLfWpgiZdxbbz_e/s400/olivia-saves-the-circus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379193343387128834" border="0" /></a>Because Sophie has been reading "Olivia Saves the Circus" where Olivia, the pig, uses her imagination as she tells her class that she was in the circus when all of the performers were out with ear infections, she thought she would actually be in the circus. (She said Mommy was going to be the tight-rope walker and Daddy was going to tame the lions.) All weekend long she continually asked, "We're going to the circus, <span style="font-style: italic;">now</span>?!?" (and threw fits when we told her "no.")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwrguirE19fB-P2zGHu9dxektzWd2Vi1g5PmdZg3OWVllKDyf7Azfe7Tr88qMN7uD_uvafNmCwyUNZR8xDPVzIqjo9MuswB-gtKIhUPoQfTWNDmUXJaVW-JWNWEmShmeNWObz_srZoYY4/s1600-h/Circus+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwrguirE19fB-P2zGHu9dxektzWd2Vi1g5PmdZg3OWVllKDyf7Azfe7Tr88qMN7uD_uvafNmCwyUNZR8xDPVzIqjo9MuswB-gtKIhUPoQfTWNDmUXJaVW-JWNWEmShmeNWObz_srZoYY4/s400/Circus+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191860079023906" border="0" /></a>There was a meet and greet before the actual show where the kids could dress like clowns, meet the performers and learn about the baby elephant. Sophie and Rachel had fun being clowns.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pXTGGmP0Q7f9mkGXcuyweN3sv9VqLaOZcnf0oAr7g9P3GrBAVcIO5d3MyFDkvLVqhcgW4nRP4TmNqgog6T2tIqNFCEgPXky38SRXizmxY5rrFGEk7pwgijH8CqNilUQORpllNhyYxvMt/s1600-h/Circus+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pXTGGmP0Q7f9mkGXcuyweN3sv9VqLaOZcnf0oAr7g9P3GrBAVcIO5d3MyFDkvLVqhcgW4nRP4TmNqgog6T2tIqNFCEgPXky38SRXizmxY5rrFGEk7pwgijH8CqNilUQORpllNhyYxvMt/s400/Circus+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191868703909186" border="0" /></a>Steven spent most of the time looking around to make sure none of his buddies saw him there. He wasn't too successful as one cute girl came up and said, "Hi, Steven!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Zhr9bZXaD1A3CJGknQxWq8tUqxQPlEfsCXYewd7vlvJ-oewYsjiqsJKJu-0NsIadgCnXKWF2GIIP_X5bcN5gNMtzpwG2E8-jOhu2CP4F6-hn40uzcRt3wMxfHBX__6buHlIyo9FQbotZ/s1600-h/Circus+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Zhr9bZXaD1A3CJGknQxWq8tUqxQPlEfsCXYewd7vlvJ-oewYsjiqsJKJu-0NsIadgCnXKWF2GIIP_X5bcN5gNMtzpwG2E8-jOhu2CP4F6-hn40uzcRt3wMxfHBX__6buHlIyo9FQbotZ/s400/Circus+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191888378519378" border="0" /></a>Ben's wearing the hat that came with the $12 cotton candy. The theme of the circus was "Zing, Zang, Zoom!" and incorporated a magic show with the circus. They "turned" one of the clowns into a tiger.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mPCWiyvNgxPzahjYWjniKDIjOIPhR8peC3k3glvlMXYkf1tdFFUKq_OhDo7pPoBYuzH_iGOqhHc9z4wuHfFlghWqQVGQ4dcJQS7DvAoPkPhh1s_qdrycI1XdEarFwIMvQa5lNg5JliYj/s1600-h/Circus+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mPCWiyvNgxPzahjYWjniKDIjOIPhR8peC3k3glvlMXYkf1tdFFUKq_OhDo7pPoBYuzH_iGOqhHc9z4wuHfFlghWqQVGQ4dcJQS7DvAoPkPhh1s_qdrycI1XdEarFwIMvQa5lNg5JliYj/s400/Circus+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191878773217122" border="0" /></a>Sophie didn't like all of the noise at the beginning. She had more fun as the show went on. She especially enjoyed the dancing zebras!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7p8joHyQnMd2VYrNo5AVPom-AvRtuH1H_vKLA7tSjMzKS6CmQuLjuSOQCfeXJl3K7g43FLpdfiz7WCOR1cY5CU_yIMHve5TVNcuvfsipxh_qZglked3VMPMkm4OhY4pIowvWhXpXkHnw/s1600-h/Circus+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7p8joHyQnMd2VYrNo5AVPom-AvRtuH1H_vKLA7tSjMzKS6CmQuLjuSOQCfeXJl3K7g43FLpdfiz7WCOR1cY5CU_yIMHve5TVNcuvfsipxh_qZglked3VMPMkm4OhY4pIowvWhXpXkHnw/s400/Circus+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191897449053474" border="0" /></a>Steve and I were really impressed with the 11 elephants and 12 tigers! That's more than we ever see at the zoo.<br /><br />What a fun way to end a great summer! We're spending today getting ready for school tomorrow. . .we all slept in a little for one last time! 6:00 am is going to come early tomorrow! :(Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-48773407097843162822009-08-16T09:59:00.000-07:002009-08-16T11:33:50.947-07:00Summers' Summer 2009So, since we've joined Facebook, we've been neglecting our blog. But we thought we'd catch up on a few things we've done this summer. . .<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trip to Idaho/Montana</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0WirO1odlBeVVTmULYIIoO_TpIynDC8oYaLFMxEbUp8KTlLjfe6aKRy81ZoZ7BDX7ohVOnbf9bkz7ZGQpKMRdSs7wW-Htp2Keflk-uA3wlXjlhePdN2771xDWxfeETJU2p_v2fspfNDA/s1600-h/P1020855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0WirO1odlBeVVTmULYIIoO_TpIynDC8oYaLFMxEbUp8KTlLjfe6aKRy81ZoZ7BDX7ohVOnbf9bkz7ZGQpKMRdSs7wW-Htp2Keflk-uA3wlXjlhePdN2771xDWxfeETJU2p_v2fspfNDA/s400/P1020855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625597724838514" border="0" /></a>We took the kids out of school a day early to drive to Idaho and Montana so Steven and his friend, Zac, could attend Cedar Badge, a leadership camp for Boy Scouts, up in the Tetons. While the boys were at camp, we spent time hanging out in Drummond with Tammy's parents. When the camp was over, we all drove down to pick them up and spent some time with Steve's family.<br /><br />The boys got to experience a taste of rural life by "goin' shootin" (as we say it in Montana) in Grandpa's back yard. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sr6R3YKWFIvSs7ue2LBc-PA7DIpPvhN798qqO41_8WW3jTNV-vF1h2ZE3tbb6huQUnYItCu3Pz9FYxsVgWyw1BWIJICGf9MGi3XI8WaRFGIL3agPLAHXXX13YJC2-8QP5RuFhxEn0Fyq/s1600-h/P1020694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sr6R3YKWFIvSs7ue2LBc-PA7DIpPvhN798qqO41_8WW3jTNV-vF1h2ZE3tbb6huQUnYItCu3Pz9FYxsVgWyw1BWIJICGf9MGi3XI8WaRFGIL3agPLAHXXX13YJC2-8QP5RuFhxEn0Fyq/s400/P1020694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624613187395874" border="0" /></a>We also got to enjoy Grandpa's bbq dinners. . . <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnV2Dp_VhNi9QKNzAXG0QDIZgoLod4A3F5IrYhxKdRbVQZZbiyg5WYP4zdHKCEkOpTKYXCQaGnzQ5IutfFDq72hZKiaecyTnxXVAaerkfuX6VfetIZOEUPoaGkcGdIlqq5ljT5HW4l7ML/s1600-h/P1020695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnV2Dp_VhNi9QKNzAXG0QDIZgoLod4A3F5IrYhxKdRbVQZZbiyg5WYP4zdHKCEkOpTKYXCQaGnzQ5IutfFDq72hZKiaecyTnxXVAaerkfuX6VfetIZOEUPoaGkcGdIlqq5ljT5HW4l7ML/s400/P1020695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624620743984882" border="0" /></a>and Grandma's Abelskivers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tC88k6SV5ILhWvkp2eudvqsC5IeW6X1x6fEnio6fGF6f0zKBQ8s0yG3WvDQ9gcPtU-b0d0sZojV2xTXEHCOoZRrlMS6pm9vF1PPOizuiVUEdPzuLi_SuqMaenbq3Mxtc167nM29tXl7o/s1600-h/P1020691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tC88k6SV5ILhWvkp2eudvqsC5IeW6X1x6fEnio6fGF6f0zKBQ8s0yG3WvDQ9gcPtU-b0d0sZojV2xTXEHCOoZRrlMS6pm9vF1PPOizuiVUEdPzuLi_SuqMaenbq3Mxtc167nM29tXl7o/s400/P1020691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624604809581250" border="0" /></a> Sophie got spoiled playing princesses with Grandma Lacey.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjibJ8C9JpURcQSsj99vC02uBaHIFpyE4meBV3z9rVUSlxy0FFr-U4GWfq-mVP3AXvpaY_2uIIlrCEgWzlxwaxsLaqhhQ2vebBnTNbTs0IsmqwAQLuClRWLuZjcujDnbcd4G3ea-5WktBo/s1600-h/P1020699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjibJ8C9JpURcQSsj99vC02uBaHIFpyE4meBV3z9rVUSlxy0FFr-U4GWfq-mVP3AXvpaY_2uIIlrCEgWzlxwaxsLaqhhQ2vebBnTNbTs0IsmqwAQLuClRWLuZjcujDnbcd4G3ea-5WktBo/s400/P1020699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624636325263058" border="0" /></a> Some of the Lacey's neighbors have several farm animals, so the kids had a fun time petting the animals and riding horses.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOweuQ3MY_FlSk_H4wXvOH6nE2sVdt6FbndvoQG7QgoJSWEE7AfngSYneQQmsDLdFIfmk-3QN53o_oQL0BO5lEeC473SUL0fLSnZh1AbPAKkxA0LttNSjrIFY58chxjCCqUk5NMgBlpas/s1600-h/P1020799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOweuQ3MY_FlSk_H4wXvOH6nE2sVdt6FbndvoQG7QgoJSWEE7AfngSYneQQmsDLdFIfmk-3QN53o_oQL0BO5lEeC473SUL0fLSnZh1AbPAKkxA0LttNSjrIFY58chxjCCqUk5NMgBlpas/s400/P1020799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625189937397618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCW0cg9cg4yYdvYlJbRVS7P2AS4Hy7wvO5BeWDWgJZGHhBTjryshr8RD88KWFrRgBtRaMquoiWg3ipWH7t-uvoQl-G3xihABX5vbuTEG4E_d-tvDnAyWdGf6N5z9b0lD_KsQl-PuJe2qT/s1600-h/P1020777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCW0cg9cg4yYdvYlJbRVS7P2AS4Hy7wvO5BeWDWgJZGHhBTjryshr8RD88KWFrRgBtRaMquoiWg3ipWH7t-uvoQl-G3xihABX5vbuTEG4E_d-tvDnAyWdGf6N5z9b0lD_KsQl-PuJe2qT/s400/P1020777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625176834307250" border="0" /></a>The kids got a kick out of going to Drummond High School where Tammy showed them where she went to school. This hallway is the ENTIRE high school. (Well the hallway that leads to the 8 classrooms, anyway. . .)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-mXLOXythkjAKUHRZGRBQWpr46HfAkruQjDCYyqu6RP9mCbSp0IulawPfWzhmL6kvbIo7ICca_QC6RdyvTjzUHr5ZIhllgawPkOXJi4vqKD81irDEHGyWM4sU2OBJIrAgUOdDQTrZzJM/s1600-h/P1020709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-mXLOXythkjAKUHRZGRBQWpr46HfAkruQjDCYyqu6RP9mCbSp0IulawPfWzhmL6kvbIo7ICca_QC6RdyvTjzUHr5ZIhllgawPkOXJi4vqKD81irDEHGyWM4sU2OBJIrAgUOdDQTrZzJM/s400/P1020709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624644318372178" border="0" /></a>We also visited Garnet, an old ghost town near Drummond. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3N1F6oH0DSmEjmZ0uVWoXEZZIUUsyeYTc2M2rmWjJXeEDJ270SrSRs8gO7EtYwDlrLnDeI-9pXn6wloWb0G12CBahg_mm1jhCybf5dY7ZsKx44ops77NkQWc3LgcBw9no6rtOHycbLXv/s1600-h/P1020748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3N1F6oH0DSmEjmZ0uVWoXEZZIUUsyeYTc2M2rmWjJXeEDJ270SrSRs8gO7EtYwDlrLnDeI-9pXn6wloWb0G12CBahg_mm1jhCybf5dY7ZsKx44ops77NkQWc3LgcBw9no6rtOHycbLXv/s400/P1020748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625169164790178" border="0" /></a>The kids had fun exploring the old buildings that still contain some antiques.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqRIeMaFh0avbpxPcVpsfT6zBxB-U1NFMGxbo7QQfw-tFQE0Ql31KmCH4WZsZX5i0Zt_yQ7jtwCzgWPE_Ly7a5e2qoDj4QqDfLTdzJzuEdKS2VBBFqkr6CwaOjgKJfkTJf2njCHY8J2KN/s1600-h/P1020723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqRIeMaFh0avbpxPcVpsfT6zBxB-U1NFMGxbo7QQfw-tFQE0Ql31KmCH4WZsZX5i0Zt_yQ7jtwCzgWPE_Ly7a5e2qoDj4QqDfLTdzJzuEdKS2VBBFqkr6CwaOjgKJfkTJf2njCHY8J2KN/s400/P1020723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625157656099170" border="0" /></a>At the Packer's Sophie had fun playing with all the babies. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfCPu8YtPEFeSBLlFBrh0jpvT13klfJ5FY8BvvI7IfE3T__fArgZPMIIfNpBRopnPulfi20DjQFLr2GPxGr_xpe97TQWpNMYDxRihVFJGxRUkXiwtEq8E0-dRvpCtux9oF4oP4Z3fPHMD/s1600-h/P1020819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfCPu8YtPEFeSBLlFBrh0jpvT13klfJ5FY8BvvI7IfE3T__fArgZPMIIfNpBRopnPulfi20DjQFLr2GPxGr_xpe97TQWpNMYDxRihVFJGxRUkXiwtEq8E0-dRvpCtux9oF4oP4Z3fPHMD/s400/P1020819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625567070115442" border="0" /></a>Steve's sisters both have infants, so Sophie was a "big kid!" She also loved playing with the kitties.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7eD6iPE9zCRLpjQATGNb1JqunmsrgLKI5b6YTuOVuhCknlCzo9OTgwUQzCf6GLQ4pFJ8T1XF-SOwn-FAVhfHHFcJlxIV0_hA38MotcezpOJT8OTrRc0OQ7_uJgpPK5Zmkub5popvUH7R/s1600-h/P1020822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7eD6iPE9zCRLpjQATGNb1JqunmsrgLKI5b6YTuOVuhCknlCzo9OTgwUQzCf6GLQ4pFJ8T1XF-SOwn-FAVhfHHFcJlxIV0_hA38MotcezpOJT8OTrRc0OQ7_uJgpPK5Zmkub5popvUH7R/s400/P1020822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625573341784818" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Rachel had a fun time hanging out with her cousin, Mackayla.<br /><br />Ben and Rachel were supposed to go camping with Steve's sister, Jeni, but when they got all set up at the camp, it started pouring, so they bundled up the wet tents and brought them home. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDD_kYOL3lqcyO2Wv1bZIpvBbe1_6_i7dFbYh9PAnHpPnNDewAktN6a4Gd0UZ2conLI716s5PHdnHOJ5ZwJCIrZwhthMbcwOR3goGJvEJaZajq-38f-aqEnKj6f-zMUKcy1yjxSN6oPBQ/s1600-h/P1020831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDD_kYOL3lqcyO2Wv1bZIpvBbe1_6_i7dFbYh9PAnHpPnNDewAktN6a4Gd0UZ2conLI716s5PHdnHOJ5ZwJCIrZwhthMbcwOR3goGJvEJaZajq-38f-aqEnKj6f-zMUKcy1yjxSN6oPBQ/s400/P1020831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370625584592088610" border="0" /></a>Luckily, Jeni and Nolan have a large living room, so they were able to "go camping" anyway!!! <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Tennis Lessons</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMB4bEwu6kStniD1pZh8Ed7sNP8i4zExTTm6xkLOdBTZA9vgSy7RW4LXM7-dqFq1IPD_FPcD6rHkq7urkUMLRPA_lu_8acO5A2wjpZhsiD93LofDA4l49Kyugc39YLVn5Drnvb42TzXfD/s1600-h/July+09+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMB4bEwu6kStniD1pZh8Ed7sNP8i4zExTTm6xkLOdBTZA9vgSy7RW4LXM7-dqFq1IPD_FPcD6rHkq7urkUMLRPA_lu_8acO5A2wjpZhsiD93LofDA4l49Kyugc39YLVn5Drnvb42TzXfD/s400/July+09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624078853864562" border="0" /></a>The night we got back from our trip, we ran into a friend who told us her son was participating in a tennis camp starting the next day. Because tennis is Steve's passion, we couldn't resist signing Steven, Ben, and Rachel up for tennis camp, too. (It doesn't hurt that Ben's two best friends were in the camp with him!!!) They played Tuesday-Friday throughout July and it ended with a tournament with all the surrounding tennis camp teams. They did a great job!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scout Camps</span><br />Steven didn't get enough camping at Cedar Badge, so the week after we got back, he headed off to Scout Camp at Camp Pigott. He earned 5 merit badges, so it was a successful camp. Because there weren't many other adults who were able to go with the boys, Steve got to spend the week camping, too. He had a great time with the boys! We really have a good group of deacons right now!<br /><br />Now that Ben's 11, he got to go on his first overnight camp out, too. Again, Steve got to spend some quality "bonding" time as he camped out with them. The bummer of the trip was when they found out there was a burn ban and couldn't have a campfire to cook their foil dinners and roast marshmallows, etc. Luckily, Bishop Hatch was able to save the day by bringing up a propane stove to cook the dinners!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Day Trips</span><br />We've taken a few day trips this summer. As we were experiencing the record-breaking Seattle heat wave, we thought we'd escape the heat by going up to the Ice Caves near Granite Falls.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKSRzG6mrmu_CtfbO0zdMoU5f-zyvNuEI_W6TKk1RT7qcphdDBFNi9zLyQ1TH5T5WccCxFcQ6rqoc6qxdRkoSiSFtyt9fH-R0W-hLniuh5na85AvYvcR69dDqxeQcizMpWJDspVFYy7Gu/s1600-h/HPIM1062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKSRzG6mrmu_CtfbO0zdMoU5f-zyvNuEI_W6TKk1RT7qcphdDBFNi9zLyQ1TH5T5WccCxFcQ6rqoc6qxdRkoSiSFtyt9fH-R0W-hLniuh5na85AvYvcR69dDqxeQcizMpWJDspVFYy7Gu/s400/HPIM1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370623554085507218" border="0" /></a> It was so fun playing in the snow in the hot weather. Even Leia, our dog, had a fun time.<br /><br />We also had fun attending the 4th of July festivities in Auburn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSLQ8Oz_963tk_iVJfI8r4jNEUuTtTi84dWk6dQ7MvbsYkOKTgfmR6Jy8vhFTi9Ni8P9u6camTDznfwr5r-Y5LJ-3Cd8tIw4NBGIalVSojBiSQwfMUzyEgKw_BOq9ZYxl2x21Dig-acO0/s1600-h/IMG_0175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSLQ8Oz_963tk_iVJfI8r4jNEUuTtTi84dWk6dQ7MvbsYkOKTgfmR6Jy8vhFTi9Ni8P9u6camTDznfwr5r-Y5LJ-3Cd8tIw4NBGIalVSojBiSQwfMUzyEgKw_BOq9ZYxl2x21Dig-acO0/s400/IMG_0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624064836833586" border="0" /></a> The kids climbed walls,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkalCH-AgbLeU6I2d4qCQa56ft1QdTTMBaTJzAzHNjAqF3i9Hfh7Jp21xCfMjx2OBINImWwKvvzNbMk0ijm0zSKjaDJjGwhKAhTXln4PVjEeFOxlhwV3D8XFTL4DzWvWrLe6ZgMZgMFJN/s1600-h/IMG_0183.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkalCH-AgbLeU6I2d4qCQa56ft1QdTTMBaTJzAzHNjAqF3i9Hfh7Jp21xCfMjx2OBINImWwKvvzNbMk0ijm0zSKjaDJjGwhKAhTXln4PVjEeFOxlhwV3D8XFTL4DzWvWrLe6ZgMZgMFJN/s400/IMG_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624070112745714" border="0" /></a> rode horses and played with animals.<br /><br />Another highlight was going to the Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ve0XSoLdEdbX2v_5CURi2x7GQ0RFAQECGwtSFUu2QWR0GXLNaPloeMYUymECUCNVedmTjIWVZeLtL2klNUfUp5JuVQsyaPLPSutNVzu0fprFoVK9caCZHxjxATM1a_qESXOIlOP0hIzP/s1600-h/August+09+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ve0XSoLdEdbX2v_5CURi2x7GQ0RFAQECGwtSFUu2QWR0GXLNaPloeMYUymECUCNVedmTjIWVZeLtL2klNUfUp5JuVQsyaPLPSutNVzu0fprFoVK9caCZHxjxATM1a_qESXOIlOP0hIzP/s400/August+09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622928674050978" border="0" /></a>The kids had fun seeing and playing with the animals.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Summer Projects</span><br />One of our summer "projects" has been to potty train Sophie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB5LWGN5iDilRUs9RmN6lF3XzilpuXdHODa2jLI_tAJjzuFu3eYI_Hgvwxi6xcfSsmfzpIWLcYMBxpGWo_BBePhXloCrB8z60fW2mwbj0NuEzVekeiml0wPZKZZhzxkxYj9RleC3v8Q1r/s1600-h/August+09+092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB5LWGN5iDilRUs9RmN6lF3XzilpuXdHODa2jLI_tAJjzuFu3eYI_Hgvwxi6xcfSsmfzpIWLcYMBxpGWo_BBePhXloCrB8z60fW2mwbj0NuEzVekeiml0wPZKZZhzxkxYj9RleC3v8Q1r/s400/August+09+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370623511258026178" border="0" /></a> She's starting to get the hang of it. She even went all by herself at the YMCA the other day. We're looking forward to the day when our garage doesn't stink and when we no longer have to carry diapers with us!<br /><br />Ben's summer projects have been organizing his Pokemon card collection,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvA9RmWBANIyV-aP-h2hE5fP3z6d4ivH2vbJLT8qE8Q3DBS1iY2a4jrObXhzX5opUqICwz9xs3KYdQ4EZaE_cgqxRnbv-bJoDdU7sG_m7RnFLNmpr1YmJHd9S9te8MbXi4BW3RAGJEU9PL/s1600-h/misc+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvA9RmWBANIyV-aP-h2hE5fP3z6d4ivH2vbJLT8qE8Q3DBS1iY2a4jrObXhzX5opUqICwz9xs3KYdQ4EZaE_cgqxRnbv-bJoDdU7sG_m7RnFLNmpr1YmJHd9S9te8MbXi4BW3RAGJEU9PL/s400/misc+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624095769887970" border="0" /></a> learning to play trombone (Last year in school, he played trumpet, but he wants to take after his dad and brother and play trombone.) He's also learning how to sew. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4a5qkDZqmj0weCjVAbxqSA6zsPkwhySWq6TyyvIMYTkOF4d1vH35LnxRF_WUsj4ak_fVN7kxA-o9I1AujFUjom8OkWG-T3aEv5x-rAOs8Wm6kjK6GmX-vhfiaEf_598K5Wbm-6N_RtKN4/s1600-h/P1020885.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4a5qkDZqmj0weCjVAbxqSA6zsPkwhySWq6TyyvIMYTkOF4d1vH35LnxRF_WUsj4ak_fVN7kxA-o9I1AujFUjom8OkWG-T3aEv5x-rAOs8Wm6kjK6GmX-vhfiaEf_598K5Wbm-6N_RtKN4/s400/P1020885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370624110202267042" border="0" /></a>(Don't you love his swimming attire--he multi-tasks!) He's almost finished making his PJ's.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Music Camp</span><br />Last week, Steven participated in a week-long music/band camp in Auburn. He loves playing trombone, so he was thrilled to be able to play all week. On Friday night he played in a concert. (The pictures didn't turn out, though.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Family Reunion</span><br />Last week we drove 51/2 hours to Osoyoos, BC, Canada to attend Steve's mom's family reunion.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLen4VQ0_lTEfcXVpdUo91_9vNwGzd5n6p-Z5EyRzM7tg5RAukls9qWUGAVOcTcEvzonsYsIeOA3OLLET-3uFWn_3dPiR4SXXAUc5YgL6b7Ugw9ZLbu8f2rxymL0KyGNah0O_jLG3d3Eb/s1600-h/Summers_Grandkids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLen4VQ0_lTEfcXVpdUo91_9vNwGzd5n6p-Z5EyRzM7tg5RAukls9qWUGAVOcTcEvzonsYsIeOA3OLLET-3uFWn_3dPiR4SXXAUc5YgL6b7Ugw9ZLbu8f2rxymL0KyGNah0O_jLG3d3Eb/s400/Summers_Grandkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370623529770885330" border="0" /></a> With the exception of one cousin, all of Steve's grandparents' family attended. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAhlMXRwCPk8Z8FSAStSTkmyMzvC3ocuazyCxE2z2p0hietUsrD3aqV3Xm-ds64DmuL_BXJmtPpOBssLKMikhO9kWMmTGVPDbSddbBdO5KtCYsFVOVWPguqatqrT-PvwzLrB-PkDE4uy3/s1600-h/Gardners.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAhlMXRwCPk8Z8FSAStSTkmyMzvC3ocuazyCxE2z2p0hietUsrD3aqV3Xm-ds64DmuL_BXJmtPpOBssLKMikhO9kWMmTGVPDbSddbBdO5KtCYsFVOVWPguqatqrT-PvwzLrB-PkDE4uy3/s400/Gardners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370623517249844226" border="0" /></a>Although it was a little chilly (especially after all of our hot Seattle weather) we had a fun time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj932w2zwqsaDO68G2LL5MabeGv7xryzbULN2PDzqg5Bc_wbD9ETRz0wUkvl8yCytbngENdDacd1aNLZR7yagVXRhHfdCa2pKXYa22bxyZqSwxLxBIHaWp-IP1C0RAOR7UCwW9WYewpEp7c/s1600-h/August+09+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj932w2zwqsaDO68G2LL5MabeGv7xryzbULN2PDzqg5Bc_wbD9ETRz0wUkvl8yCytbngENdDacd1aNLZR7yagVXRhHfdCa2pKXYa22bxyZqSwxLxBIHaWp-IP1C0RAOR7UCwW9WYewpEp7c/s400/August+09+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622977816034002" border="0" /></a>The kids played in the water and spent time catching up with cousins.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EIvUGu9liIrVd6Hc_DGyTZWbJQzr3zGoUs6oJtnpLYh4c3MRcjW_Ef-9sheB63QhuNVv0SXQHyIgz_hfS1h-FbAUeOVfljpVTTFZ9KnMQsuk4DkapmtbDOhxNoLuqu3Sv3NvwvdGRoH-/s1600-h/August+09+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EIvUGu9liIrVd6Hc_DGyTZWbJQzr3zGoUs6oJtnpLYh4c3MRcjW_Ef-9sheB63QhuNVv0SXQHyIgz_hfS1h-FbAUeOVfljpVTTFZ9KnMQsuk4DkapmtbDOhxNoLuqu3Sv3NvwvdGRoH-/s400/August+09+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622992962088738" border="0" /></a> The adults sat around and ate! (Actually, we had fun playing in the water, too. ) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTtlc9zgvrLRvGYU2982yHKRcMNLzgEC8YGVVc3BrxK1gwiMvHnNCqKgEcij2CCm8y0c86aQLTafar4E14O3gwOhOd_mIj1zm-W1dpxDK6lsEVnqO8N3Rymr0oGU5dd726LnYEKY9PcM3/s1600-h/Summers_Kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTtlc9zgvrLRvGYU2982yHKRcMNLzgEC8YGVVc3BrxK1gwiMvHnNCqKgEcij2CCm8y0c86aQLTafar4E14O3gwOhOd_mIj1zm-W1dpxDK6lsEVnqO8N3Rymr0oGU5dd726LnYEKY9PcM3/s400/Summers_Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370623539300747330" border="0" /></a>We rented a boat for a couple of hours so the kids could ride on an innertube and wakeboard. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKzigZx9L2BXLhEhsKnBjs2NLkzSf4Ijakep_Rhc4SrbigUs8mwFhLcX1nvcD7tKEMzjxaaMbXuaj1T-hLVZgNgsu3Hh5eq41HdFa1uxpORAbxp_twbmleFdZgj5agflVAFdqYl5sI-jd/s1600-h/August+09+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKzigZx9L2BXLhEhsKnBjs2NLkzSf4Ijakep_Rhc4SrbigUs8mwFhLcX1nvcD7tKEMzjxaaMbXuaj1T-hLVZgNgsu3Hh5eq41HdFa1uxpORAbxp_twbmleFdZgj5agflVAFdqYl5sI-jd/s400/August+09+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622959154826690" border="0" /></a>The hotel we stayed at had free rentals of kayaks and canoes, so we took advantage of those, too!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivuyp_EqdfusUYBp4W3zL-oaeme0ZnxymBDPdXumG4AYbDx8CajsRiPll3BnFKNsZSJtvUH-bgw-dmJ6ftC3TNll_QEjmeUs8LKJvwEO36y1nWdfLe6Rl-m_q_KBEyJzV9VL5F8otirk7/s1600-h/August+09+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivuyp_EqdfusUYBp4W3zL-oaeme0ZnxymBDPdXumG4AYbDx8CajsRiPll3BnFKNsZSJtvUH-bgw-dmJ6ftC3TNll_QEjmeUs8LKJvwEO36y1nWdfLe6Rl-m_q_KBEyJzV9VL5F8otirk7/s400/August+09+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622945880481650" border="0" /></a><br />The kids don't go back to school for 3 1/2 more weeks, so we still have lots of time to have more fun!!! Give us a call if you want to come play!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-5454350956475310842009-05-02T18:26:00.000-07:002009-05-06T18:59:05.811-07:00Rachel's Milestones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Qgjxa5plSaQVy8TYArFKeytFfGGesyMDdaHcfinFHXzQvWEOShmQvcyI1ameyzwzxi2SAm1_vlmVdOk050g6vAvc0UtH70Lj6mnxYSoL8upf5tJGHCkEqtmRRVxj23y7hWk1JsWWDaAz/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Qgjxa5plSaQVy8TYArFKeytFfGGesyMDdaHcfinFHXzQvWEOShmQvcyI1ameyzwzxi2SAm1_vlmVdOk050g6vAvc0UtH70Lj6mnxYSoL8upf5tJGHCkEqtmRRVxj23y7hWk1JsWWDaAz/s400/Rachel+Baptism+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331410645255453634" border="0" /></a>This was a fun and exciting day in Rachel's life! Today she was baptized and confirmed by her dad. We had a wonderful day. Before and after the baptism, Rachel wore a dress that Grandma Packer had made for her. She was so beautiful! She looked like a princess.<br /><br />Here is the front view:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQREMElqhBMGLJU1klkoR-HQ_J4SFL7PrMFo9VfqFv8yHePdnonFcryf3UwCcPxqBRJawZ5BRtFvk7fUKGDwTXPLoeT-46Eo5niqwcsJw-Y_dikKwbldOc6cnEp0SDCeceP940va6KxGx/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQREMElqhBMGLJU1klkoR-HQ_J4SFL7PrMFo9VfqFv8yHePdnonFcryf3UwCcPxqBRJawZ5BRtFvk7fUKGDwTXPLoeT-46Eo5niqwcsJw-Y_dikKwbldOc6cnEp0SDCeceP940va6KxGx/s400/Rachel+Baptism+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404298426998450" border="0" /></a>And the back is just as beautiful (the picture just doesn't do it justice!):<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeef9JJFng1BpWu-3oSH9WwsKHRRzUjyCoc1ICYNtsSyN2DWugxzfbxFRP6D2xXdr5vadTmzh9Q8GG2pXkKyqFSgQGNBl0BstccgNjMC6vBwA4p82UouInX2ZNv_o9j5VxDWBtAtQjSDA-/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeef9JJFng1BpWu-3oSH9WwsKHRRzUjyCoc1ICYNtsSyN2DWugxzfbxFRP6D2xXdr5vadTmzh9Q8GG2pXkKyqFSgQGNBl0BstccgNjMC6vBwA4p82UouInX2ZNv_o9j5VxDWBtAtQjSDA-/s400/Rachel+Baptism+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404300778900370" border="0" /></a>Here are Grandma and Grandpa Packer with the kids before the baptism. Sophie's been keeping Grandma and Grandpa busy! She keeps insisting that they play hide and seek with her and jump on the "tram-a-boing" with her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjKn8a7dxfhofoFOfv5cxC3x65QO5awnrHQ6Pa3sbZ84MO3iy39nfhCoP7vGFY5xsMFoAu6EYFpu3L4PZOn5ZUsLNrc497JfOSLYWp6oMkzOlNe0F68NS9IeBssNHmnsNaKvNMoIgjiiX/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjKn8a7dxfhofoFOfv5cxC3x65QO5awnrHQ6Pa3sbZ84MO3iy39nfhCoP7vGFY5xsMFoAu6EYFpu3L4PZOn5ZUsLNrc497JfOSLYWp6oMkzOlNe0F68NS9IeBssNHmnsNaKvNMoIgjiiX/s400/Rachel+Baptism+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404974681624450" border="0" /></a>Rachel wore a vintage baptism dress that my mom had made for me when I was baptized over 30 years ago.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEssfgTGcNZ2RelSSMfSW99ML5YUVDwYR_XQ4iT0qDVFWCI2WLBXyvVbG3hqW64zQsrb4cSiXAVzdzTb7ShaVOpmnldEo5rj1afKY6HQuvWO6eUu93d2aRvPXEg9F1urkpLGwP2Op6i5f/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEssfgTGcNZ2RelSSMfSW99ML5YUVDwYR_XQ4iT0qDVFWCI2WLBXyvVbG3hqW64zQsrb4cSiXAVzdzTb7ShaVOpmnldEo5rj1afKY6HQuvWO6eUu93d2aRvPXEg9F1urkpLGwP2Op6i5f/s400/Rachel+Baptism+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404308350078194" border="0" /></a>Here I am on my baptism day in the same dress:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMPfW7N2GY3vqbMN6vhRwBAQUjldl5QfAd6lkrH48_vorg816jrAeOaPfrGuh-l9GXLNqCl3bb4Gn5mVfw4MtGca_rtPxtYR5D7cygeOLex4QceI67YtQjeNC7GOyDwyuk43WqL7DdSml/s1600-h/Tammy-baptism.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMPfW7N2GY3vqbMN6vhRwBAQUjldl5QfAd6lkrH48_vorg816jrAeOaPfrGuh-l9GXLNqCl3bb4Gn5mVfw4MtGca_rtPxtYR5D7cygeOLex4QceI67YtQjeNC7GOyDwyuk43WqL7DdSml/s400/Tammy-baptism.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332895426520903634" border="0" /></a>Here's Rachel with her proud papa!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsV7ULQmtu9LId8adPASObqkPv_ArhAdkR0DFkcqQghrxJx1XZtB1B7ia_fRFgXX2AMX7bQsEF_ZO3aSmnEk0Qc8iubjgEeZpiPjgSw-rDNAwfnoGtyujpeTN6pVyuFuuw_SfFLXlQLPz/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsV7ULQmtu9LId8adPASObqkPv_ArhAdkR0DFkcqQghrxJx1XZtB1B7ia_fRFgXX2AMX7bQsEF_ZO3aSmnEk0Qc8iubjgEeZpiPjgSw-rDNAwfnoGtyujpeTN6pVyuFuuw_SfFLXlQLPz/s400/Rachel+Baptism+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404301845779186" border="0" /></a>The baptismal service was beautiful. There were two other girls baptized, too. Rachel was so excited to be baptized. She wasn't even a little bit nervous to go into the water like I was when I was baptized! She said the water was warm, but the air outside of the font was freezing! She was very grateful for the warm, cozy special "baptism towel" Grandma Lacey had sent to her. Rachel said she felt really good inside the whole day.<br /><br />After the baptism, we had a little party at our house with all of the people who had attended the baptism. We had all of Rachel's favorite foods--no-bake cookies, brownies, a fruit platter, cream puffs, pound cake with strawberries, as well as Mom and Dad's favorite--"cowboy caviar" salsa and chips.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Pl6U0tQ8Rxe2kjz6rksbZjtn_GLPekJxnL-dyok8WArcLzcsd0IOCApW6sQMGgKAS3LXoq-VWKXRiCVCSnCBX5Kk3utWIK89Nj_9Jr-M8OYAGQGzpkp-rM_fya-f0uPvWK8e9o5srrXj/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Pl6U0tQ8Rxe2kjz6rksbZjtn_GLPekJxnL-dyok8WArcLzcsd0IOCApW6sQMGgKAS3LXoq-VWKXRiCVCSnCBX5Kk3utWIK89Nj_9Jr-M8OYAGQGzpkp-rM_fya-f0uPvWK8e9o5srrXj/s400/Rachel+Baptism+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404969807225250" border="0" /></a>Here is Rachel (she changed her dress so she could eat!) with a few of her friends:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uQ5d7g6w90vjy2dDinPu7GQJn2u1QYFDvJUHa-YJPTqA7E9OE9CMS91KXtl1hg26LITYchp914OIWNUNgXoOWBpF8Sk8zk-_NMogWkEM2dDK7Fg26P_MMnjBR52Ni9ZIOjZ_uesHSOJ3/s1600-h/Rachel+Baptism+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uQ5d7g6w90vjy2dDinPu7GQJn2u1QYFDvJUHa-YJPTqA7E9OE9CMS91KXtl1hg26LITYchp914OIWNUNgXoOWBpF8Sk8zk-_NMogWkEM2dDK7Fg26P_MMnjBR52Ni9ZIOjZ_uesHSOJ3/s400/Rachel+Baptism+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404960897459874" border="0" /></a>Rachel, we love you and are so proud of you!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-42091857423332070002009-04-25T19:03:00.000-07:002009-05-02T19:58:14.246-07:00Rachel's Ears PiercedLast week, we fulfilled a birthday promise for Rachel as I took her to the mall to get her ears pierced. She has been waiting patiently as we told her that she had to wait until she was 8. She was so brave! (It only took me 37 years to get up the nerve to get mine pierced!)<br /><br />Here's the before picture:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDT5LH1Ql0xoyiMuhaM7hd_fF9eHlBGe-HgXUvvoqQ66iaKEqm9h2WrwaRPAlk-s2ffZrgFn_nKJ1piEz708-f-hvt0JLC1_I6f_4iOBqSnHeqxKl6LFWafYNrRNaPKy-Iw9jRUM9egsF/s1600-h/Rachel+Ears+Pierced3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDT5LH1Ql0xoyiMuhaM7hd_fF9eHlBGe-HgXUvvoqQ66iaKEqm9h2WrwaRPAlk-s2ffZrgFn_nKJ1piEz708-f-hvt0JLC1_I6f_4iOBqSnHeqxKl6LFWafYNrRNaPKy-Iw9jRUM9egsF/s400/Rachel+Ears+Pierced3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331413857725910466" border="0" /></a>Here is the actual piercing. (Notice she doesn't even flinch!)<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxMpmyqdY7grDLsgLuzJ4Ooze-3McKV2qSg63q56tR-05bueFcPxCiyImSi5uH0w67HWgBggpryKK5vUSskRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And after!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2obkaTIcjo_alT1HePKp8-lAas8QzuTtHSks5V8TaxbN1FA87AWKwdgTmH1kIS1AdILTkfCCmJf8aQ8QJBCIV16UMRRhI_r4LjZNj6iYxm0ovL9cy-GPp0cbXLe5r8QG6c8z5yah6zp6/s1600-h/Rachel+Ears+Pierced+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2obkaTIcjo_alT1HePKp8-lAas8QzuTtHSks5V8TaxbN1FA87AWKwdgTmH1kIS1AdILTkfCCmJf8aQ8QJBCIV16UMRRhI_r4LjZNj6iYxm0ovL9cy-GPp0cbXLe5r8QG6c8z5yah6zp6/s400/Rachel+Ears+Pierced+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331413862404250866" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-37091226302928284732009-04-19T09:38:00.000-07:002009-04-19T10:32:00.751-07:00From Easter Bunnies to Birthday Parties<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFyGXXBSJWPhJeYynRtvuNPk3GkWgicopHSOGsSeZGa6raGVTkvtqCjXygTqj2RDBuMecThhgoFiBatsMpF258wx2sf9IcUN4UVI39vkAZeR2ROSyP2QQNPTNvYF1B1Z5WlSJT2TFWwYV/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFyGXXBSJWPhJeYynRtvuNPk3GkWgicopHSOGsSeZGa6raGVTkvtqCjXygTqj2RDBuMecThhgoFiBatsMpF258wx2sf9IcUN4UVI39vkAZeR2ROSyP2QQNPTNvYF1B1Z5WlSJT2TFWwYV/s400/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447839414794578" border="0" /></a>April's been a busy month! Last weekend we celebrated Easter. It was especially fun this year because Sophie was so excited. She's been practicing all month for the annual egg hunt by hiding plastic eggs around the house and finding them. I have a feeling I'll be finding them for months!<br /><br />Sophie and Rachel with the Easter Bunny:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFygbRAcf53drfZ5LwLYg9IRQpzkysLLk-3g5j5FT-qId-5D-oUi7aJFa3DP4l_Gmmu1KPO6dtqVXt-UEq2rngeQqExgUlCEdEfeqTQX_4B6buDopXKeQHbimDXYgVj7lG8brvF_kFULSg/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFygbRAcf53drfZ5LwLYg9IRQpzkysLLk-3g5j5FT-qId-5D-oUi7aJFa3DP4l_Gmmu1KPO6dtqVXt-UEq2rngeQqExgUlCEdEfeqTQX_4B6buDopXKeQHbimDXYgVj7lG8brvF_kFULSg/s400/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447713526798498" border="0" /></a>Rachel finding eggs in the woods.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8cg7lD2GP70yVpcM0mz6QN_sbPMgjgkAVvZqUfzWTr4RfCz2Icl4GkkPgcq5lLeQWxBag2wMJ5v8pI1Q9OGxM91gRkJfM5pYmJb59F4GTfg2-4FVtrVYzT-RqKDZ3H-wwL8Kfh24xZsQ/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8cg7lD2GP70yVpcM0mz6QN_sbPMgjgkAVvZqUfzWTr4RfCz2Icl4GkkPgcq5lLeQWxBag2wMJ5v8pI1Q9OGxM91gRkJfM5pYmJb59F4GTfg2-4FVtrVYzT-RqKDZ3H-wwL8Kfh24xZsQ/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447707423272498" border="0" /></a>Ben anxiously awaiting his turn!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg553mZCt42MxjG0id0mjN0CKHkwTnq354AI2Y9x-ecwbl2HMeZXjdGVTZVltOp1TrXtKBY3joJ9Nmg_qlojCXJEwJsOwDrPz1_PtYihAapZ1JhQuk4FM8VPbHYRTRfo6qScugFkSiVldCW/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg553mZCt42MxjG0id0mjN0CKHkwTnq354AI2Y9x-ecwbl2HMeZXjdGVTZVltOp1TrXtKBY3joJ9Nmg_qlojCXJEwJsOwDrPz1_PtYihAapZ1JhQuk4FM8VPbHYRTRfo6qScugFkSiVldCW/s400/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447708799678962" border="0" /></a>Later that day, we went to watch Steven play in a water polo match. (He's #19--it's hard to take pictures of water polo!) He played in a week-long water polo clinic during spring break. He had a lot of fun and came home exhausted every day!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRycDWVThFlQrexcQni60tw60wQU5hK90aicuesTdCJ-Yd2cR47L3aeeWKkqvtHLfV5KZCsBiJRdty5cpn-tFOvQwtNq_fUKXU7sopXIJfX03tp33ny2wBYao1qLa3tGJvMkQpOXe3UTtE/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRycDWVThFlQrexcQni60tw60wQU5hK90aicuesTdCJ-Yd2cR47L3aeeWKkqvtHLfV5KZCsBiJRdty5cpn-tFOvQwtNq_fUKXU7sopXIJfX03tp33ny2wBYao1qLa3tGJvMkQpOXe3UTtE/s400/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447703812490354" border="0" /></a>When we came home from water polo, we colored Easter eggs. Sophie had so much fun plopping the eggs in the water.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJ5sgpVdSnxh2Go_jVw3jM3xX7FzBaKz28V37xW0OF8beQTTrBcWqEC61557dmYm3xZRBMXvNqNzJvdojBYEsx6Rn6XNwWtnLfit8_yeI_0gppgqRwU4nOZAKFYuYzplQzJiutmzj2YX5/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJ5sgpVdSnxh2Go_jVw3jM3xX7FzBaKz28V37xW0OF8beQTTrBcWqEC61557dmYm3xZRBMXvNqNzJvdojBYEsx6Rn6XNwWtnLfit8_yeI_0gppgqRwU4nOZAKFYuYzplQzJiutmzj2YX5/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447700529267074" border="0" /></a> Rachel made fancy designs with hers. The kids' favorite part was eating them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bgWMuwaLnN_YF84tpala6MUx_-dIbXF-ijm5vrzRN2luAGCa15b-9xZSKV8oKxc0wuOkJbFLTV7u9f_41C1FLq91XXyQk0V1UIMpdY4L7B3jdX4iihdg3XGJbjooQ5iT4RSEzYDreajo/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bgWMuwaLnN_YF84tpala6MUx_-dIbXF-ijm5vrzRN2luAGCa15b-9xZSKV8oKxc0wuOkJbFLTV7u9f_41C1FLq91XXyQk0V1UIMpdY4L7B3jdX4iihdg3XGJbjooQ5iT4RSEzYDreajo/s400/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447137385132514" border="0" /></a><br />The highlight of this last week was having Aunt Shannon and her friend, Kristen, come visit us during Shannon's spring break. We had fun going to Pike's Place Market and eating fish at Ivar's and feeding the seagulls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLpE3j5Okrld3_zQBxacy77nW0LbyTVF2FbEyQONpWgYCZMyEmMN0-mIHRgTXhMr5ZomDbArl0mei26XxemXQipPjwWp0i4XNBHsQ2GhP9_1AhkPJMj07rMrIa93q1anrn4DVUnkGwNEV/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLpE3j5Okrld3_zQBxacy77nW0LbyTVF2FbEyQONpWgYCZMyEmMN0-mIHRgTXhMr5ZomDbArl0mei26XxemXQipPjwWp0i4XNBHsQ2GhP9_1AhkPJMj07rMrIa93q1anrn4DVUnkGwNEV/s400/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447132304956194" border="0" /></a>Sophie had fun playing on the "tramp-a-boing" with Shannon. Shannon and Kristen also spent lots of time playing hide and seek with Sophie. She's sad to see them go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvlIenE3dvXTRSngX3K5-1req_UEVWKPGHdRonBkI7Q_h-Wa-FmYUiuj7xClr3M-TaLyrPYPXCv3NrVNPT6x1dBVSPpXkTZwdbiBNuVHXGCxSauCqD-ssOY5iMJ-vtUg5r8gv5rqmX1wW/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvlIenE3dvXTRSngX3K5-1req_UEVWKPGHdRonBkI7Q_h-Wa-FmYUiuj7xClr3M-TaLyrPYPXCv3NrVNPT6x1dBVSPpXkTZwdbiBNuVHXGCxSauCqD-ssOY5iMJ-vtUg5r8gv5rqmX1wW/s400/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447129803930722" border="0" /></a>Friday was Rachel's 8th birthday, so we made cupcakes. Sophie had fun licking the beater.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxWaFMYZZ1U2jOUd3vTh8VoGBYAAPVyn1ZtkATI9nmn1CZWKyDVymJsTsa4ou7ch-MUHsKZW7kygHuw-478-BPkL8LMZAt9cGjmcE-qkwpsATU8gM4dyA_kPLM8XUCHtt5Fpwuyi5PBF7/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxWaFMYZZ1U2jOUd3vTh8VoGBYAAPVyn1ZtkATI9nmn1CZWKyDVymJsTsa4ou7ch-MUHsKZW7kygHuw-478-BPkL8LMZAt9cGjmcE-qkwpsATU8gM4dyA_kPLM8XUCHtt5Fpwuyi5PBF7/s400/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447125719500434" border="0" /></a>Rachel requested waffles for her special breakfast in bed. Later that day, Steve and I brought her favorite lunch, Subway sandwich, to her at school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgin6UCirhgpQ1SBglvj1uC9m7LyK_dZhz1sAEPYLwZoQ_UePRSMsIRno1FhqWI4McM2ODg2nMMIYWx-TOUIqG9HUaiMNHDx7fCuoAjCQU2PyTpaKQU2i368ylF_91js6DI4rFp2euajh/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgin6UCirhgpQ1SBglvj1uC9m7LyK_dZhz1sAEPYLwZoQ_UePRSMsIRno1FhqWI4McM2ODg2nMMIYWx-TOUIqG9HUaiMNHDx7fCuoAjCQU2PyTpaKQU2i368ylF_91js6DI4rFp2euajh/s400/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447120838674514" border="0" /></a>Rachel had requested new bedding for her birthday, claiming that she's "too old for Disney princesses." While she was at school, Shannon and I gave her room a mini makeover. We had to remove the decals from her wall. Shannon and Kristen made a wall hanging with her name on it. Here's the before picture:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiY0N0rbqTAXI_001Hd7SFkZGOk7gVFpE9-Xbphes8tfXPUrayaIFbYDJLvxHNn_NbkQdoEFgohOAvwEKBxqGIf_9sxFUVyO-LnpiEmuXljbJaq0LLV1f0mZs2hg31-hAgVpkpLRUxIAo/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiY0N0rbqTAXI_001Hd7SFkZGOk7gVFpE9-Xbphes8tfXPUrayaIFbYDJLvxHNn_NbkQdoEFgohOAvwEKBxqGIf_9sxFUVyO-LnpiEmuXljbJaq0LLV1f0mZs2hg31-hAgVpkpLRUxIAo/s400/Picture+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446560257801874" border="0" /></a>And after:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcjV_jBq19SGPchV23Int-q_Ff2P4-EkJeDiuBDlxawk5SSie4Aec12K4iCJQIYa7bwpgFIN-RpKW-4i9ALoMsiOKQ-iNgCYJgYqgi-jEC4fNLBDsbBJU3JayWQ0X0B0TdDprrsX0Y78f/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcjV_jBq19SGPchV23Int-q_Ff2P4-EkJeDiuBDlxawk5SSie4Aec12K4iCJQIYa7bwpgFIN-RpKW-4i9ALoMsiOKQ-iNgCYJgYqgi-jEC4fNLBDsbBJU3JayWQ0X0B0TdDprrsX0Y78f/s400/Picture+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446558818092258" border="0" /></a>She was thrilled!<br /><br />That night we had a sleepover birthday party for Rachel. She was bummed that I limited the number of girls she invited this year since it was a "sleepover." (So if your child wasn't invited, I'm really sorry!!!) We made Shrinky Dinks jewelry and stained glass butterflies. The girls had fun playing games and just being really loud! Here is Rachel with her sleepover girls birthday cupcakes she requested from a cupcake book Grandma Lacey had given her for Christmas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LrdtHAZKA6mN2N8YxkS6oeLOZ5EQWzyLBAa2tFkCP0cvwzzOjwVO9_r6l5jDRE1G9G1hbAuuI8U3VPNR5lr56xq-uebaHfh2_Gpxr79yHqlwB1le0qDiW7UNsR39yZno3kCJx852xtQM/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LrdtHAZKA6mN2N8YxkS6oeLOZ5EQWzyLBAa2tFkCP0cvwzzOjwVO9_r6l5jDRE1G9G1hbAuuI8U3VPNR5lr56xq-uebaHfh2_Gpxr79yHqlwB1le0qDiW7UNsR39yZno3kCJx852xtQM/s400/Picture+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446551093876514" border="0" /></a>I don't want to post pictures of other people's children at the party, but here's Sophie joining in on the fun of watching the movie, Bolt, with the other girls. Surprisingly, the girls actually went to sleep for their sleepover! Much different from the boys parties in the past!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpCKRl-Shk-FJ-bbmm5A6NozgFwT6eZLn2mkUQrQ1I-hvRR5tHJftTZFX8AWrzN5hlc3m7ZP9r8T0FmF_sum13QienJKwrvjBWpPAx0h0omYK1Ni7-tEsyIQzzEy0YIxfA7TlebzOMWZV/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpCKRl-Shk-FJ-bbmm5A6NozgFwT6eZLn2mkUQrQ1I-hvRR5tHJftTZFX8AWrzN5hlc3m7ZP9r8T0FmF_sum13QienJKwrvjBWpPAx0h0omYK1Ni7-tEsyIQzzEy0YIxfA7TlebzOMWZV/s400/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446548978503794" border="0" /></a>I left the party in the hands of Shannon for a little bit while I sneaked out to Ben's Cub Scout Pack Meeting where he was awarded his Webelos Advancement. Next month he should earn his Arrow of Light. We're so proud of all the hard work and are so thankful for Tara Hatch, Lily Casey, and Wanda Orton, his past Cub Scout Webelos leaders for helping him every week!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcn-l7v4nKVsa108Hdr9G5R-N-Nj1ixqadLdK48HSK0KwbO1S7PZl3kmrsGp8vjT7eiU-F-AsF9EzaxlsrG6hKVvJE8GZlzvVzlZVgxanvl0M_Nq0kigxSWc_lTA8Qn-2DWg5xAsquG1k/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcn-l7v4nKVsa108Hdr9G5R-N-Nj1ixqadLdK48HSK0KwbO1S7PZl3kmrsGp8vjT7eiU-F-AsF9EzaxlsrG6hKVvJE8GZlzvVzlZVgxanvl0M_Nq0kigxSWc_lTA8Qn-2DWg5xAsquG1k/s400/Picture+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446551863482882" border="0" /></a>Saturday, we took Shannon on one of our favorite hikes--Boise Creek Falls. On our hike, there were people riding horses. They let Sophie pet one of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoJTsDFD7hTlnVQgpKD8y0F3tGEfS-9NEsJMc8e19m3qtCUrdHu63WteISRsg9CtrH53n-4EL0VdSOg-irHyF7RrnsiJ58gqJ9Wb3L5DBUpy0H1RYrbcKzyuJPgQAXKutAxFr-PzGPkpx/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoJTsDFD7hTlnVQgpKD8y0F3tGEfS-9NEsJMc8e19m3qtCUrdHu63WteISRsg9CtrH53n-4EL0VdSOg-irHyF7RrnsiJ58gqJ9Wb3L5DBUpy0H1RYrbcKzyuJPgQAXKutAxFr-PzGPkpx/s400/Picture+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445807383726802" border="0" /></a>Shannon took our picture. Notice how TALL Steven's getting! (Oh, wait--he's standing on his toes. . . but he is getting tall!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR24ofQuV5r9_KfpSq7xguA34vK6w9Y6lFxvNHAlvF7GbS7ErVw_cpZGJDodbcormGmftZA5Wf4k5YRX7ER3ptpaFTQ7HI5rAvWqkvoX1w2pDlLSJWYU0WgFGKTdiH-d63-ZjH-I1Bn5Y/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR24ofQuV5r9_KfpSq7xguA34vK6w9Y6lFxvNHAlvF7GbS7ErVw_cpZGJDodbcormGmftZA5Wf4k5YRX7ER3ptpaFTQ7HI5rAvWqkvoX1w2pDlLSJWYU0WgFGKTdiH-d63-ZjH-I1Bn5Y/s400/Picture+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445800060168594" border="0" /></a>We even took Leia along for some fun. She was in little dog heaven.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCupPrOZMpoJbiXs49y3E3_9rzdlYafS6lAVD5VcVdAKBGBFtejsvbbPRFh2tIFfzJxH_GS9JcyhKo28dMADUBTV62gxNUesgAajV4ef7CSWXVUxCHu3D2_tV-nnDoK8qlsWrHq2yUK0Ye/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCupPrOZMpoJbiXs49y3E3_9rzdlYafS6lAVD5VcVdAKBGBFtejsvbbPRFh2tIFfzJxH_GS9JcyhKo28dMADUBTV62gxNUesgAajV4ef7CSWXVUxCHu3D2_tV-nnDoK8qlsWrHq2yUK0Ye/s400/Picture+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445783031140546" border="0" /></a>The kids had fun skipping rocks in a little lake up there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BLw5ikjKyOZRCpyfIViEQVQDld3VdwLRTBAnO5cmFHHasSbgk_K1Qr8O9d-aEYQRGWsObt3EcVjr2xO45n6B48ss57zWsdcJfEesjg0akz9od7xirBUkjo3HnDPt4xh3hVrbJevnqKTH/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BLw5ikjKyOZRCpyfIViEQVQDld3VdwLRTBAnO5cmFHHasSbgk_K1Qr8O9d-aEYQRGWsObt3EcVjr2xO45n6B48ss57zWsdcJfEesjg0akz9od7xirBUkjo3HnDPt4xh3hVrbJevnqKTH/s400/Picture+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445780133103346" border="0" /></a>I had to take a picture of Steven. He got contact lenses two weeks ago and is very excited to be able to enjoy the outdoors without the hassle of glasses. He's in track right now, so he's especially enjoying running without glasses!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkMIBMgQG2QX3r1yzECtMVPLpcdMZAxY2fE5fdC148Nhs5nFqMFdZzFyeC1yZeyD799OgQEg7wuul7k4_nSPR53M3QEygvAV5DLhbM1lh3KzHI_vX3g0n5GhJgXU3TifBWNrU6Ud2dCEC/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkMIBMgQG2QX3r1yzECtMVPLpcdMZAxY2fE5fdC148Nhs5nFqMFdZzFyeC1yZeyD799OgQEg7wuul7k4_nSPR53M3QEygvAV5DLhbM1lh3KzHI_vX3g0n5GhJgXU3TifBWNrU6Ud2dCEC/s400/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445774594593170" border="0" /></a>Thanks for the fun visit, Aunt Shannon <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqodULx2TnrHVug6cZgWZQtVoLDeQbQtCdId3-Rceije_wUCCWfmHuf-zpOlx_ILUTb2JiGmPJwqOQq0x_hajit_p5Ul4OEFCgrthf7R67yc59khle-qEjmEkDtNPbAO18HMtEpBlLykr/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqodULx2TnrHVug6cZgWZQtVoLDeQbQtCdId3-Rceije_wUCCWfmHuf-zpOlx_ILUTb2JiGmPJwqOQq0x_hajit_p5Ul4OEFCgrthf7R67yc59khle-qEjmEkDtNPbAO18HMtEpBlLykr/s400/Picture+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326455661536552530" border="0" /></a>and Happy Spring to everyone!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-36762133135266289522009-03-07T16:18:00.001-08:002009-03-08T17:29:42.237-07:00San Diego---Day 4 & LA--Day5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xG2yBHnnsx1FrA-UygdMVjAOPXUJDLai_d_0ot0SxXVPA6EYmjvdkoEtCg1W2qHkZ6PH9nRAfdXZsdTkvTTrIPhWK9VYuBm5_P4LbGsT80iJavSqBe7skyFF17-zM88ZAPv8XzqP33-9/s1600-h/P1020244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xG2yBHnnsx1FrA-UygdMVjAOPXUJDLai_d_0ot0SxXVPA6EYmjvdkoEtCg1W2qHkZ6PH9nRAfdXZsdTkvTTrIPhWK9VYuBm5_P4LbGsT80iJavSqBe7skyFF17-zM88ZAPv8XzqP33-9/s400/P1020244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310606880963932674" border="0" /></a>The most beautiful day we were in California was Thursday, the day we went to San Diego. On the way to Sea World, we stopped at the temple for a family photo-op.<br /><br />We were prepared for water at Sea World. The kids wanted to sit in the soak zones for all of the shows we went to.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSjUNr48Mt1Cw760PftuFN0JcIUhcO7AqG0M_FslrRPTk9ejOJax4plDJjzOhGDqIAvOeemhJZzdocu_t_kIo6DSpBrnTuBRq6YvNZ9k0BhhgaGxRSXO8UR_93bFgP6emjXbFTLbDsIBn/s1600-h/P1020246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSjUNr48Mt1Cw760PftuFN0JcIUhcO7AqG0M_FslrRPTk9ejOJax4plDJjzOhGDqIAvOeemhJZzdocu_t_kIo6DSpBrnTuBRq6YvNZ9k0BhhgaGxRSXO8UR_93bFgP6emjXbFTLbDsIBn/s400/P1020246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310606888716033362" border="0" /></a> Although they sat pretty close, we didn't get too wet! (I was thankful, but the kids were bummed.) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4JjfhCrf1rjkkwiYyzPsdYk2zW-uCyNuL_oxNQFxf7pFXtrqX_o1jhfOz4CTmUDGJEdacs-xPz8kcENjhMd4E5skam2uOpvTwxA2KiXEzeOfwS7-PLtYSvFZUI62KKYOg0tLoh6tr4jx/s1600-h/P1020252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4JjfhCrf1rjkkwiYyzPsdYk2zW-uCyNuL_oxNQFxf7pFXtrqX_o1jhfOz4CTmUDGJEdacs-xPz8kcENjhMd4E5skam2uOpvTwxA2KiXEzeOfwS7-PLtYSvFZUI62KKYOg0tLoh6tr4jx/s400/P1020252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310606899486512370" border="0" /></a>Rachel, however, got really wet and really uncomfortable on the river raft ride.<br /><br />The kids had fun hibernating like polar bears:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUS_BciCXbi9XyQuaHMz21R9ancCMEZosClBd0JZCM2PU79UBWtQ0nrzdAJ3b9xMCQb5ljYks98G461N1z6l9iGk2WlhIK2Tn08gidHKqYMOtFEdXVzecPqOIYQ-RgpBLbyhN0xmCx5IS/s1600-h/P1020254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUS_BciCXbi9XyQuaHMz21R9ancCMEZosClBd0JZCM2PU79UBWtQ0nrzdAJ3b9xMCQb5ljYks98G461N1z6l9iGk2WlhIK2Tn08gidHKqYMOtFEdXVzecPqOIYQ-RgpBLbyhN0xmCx5IS/s400/P1020254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310606902285768482" border="0" /></a>Sophie loved the Beluga Whales (maybe because we have them at "our" zoo here?) She loved all of the fish/whales! Now whenever we read stories or sea pictures with dolphins or whales, she says, "I saw that at Sea World!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOFQEqcfN3D8_8xfzfog_XAn5l2H0bb6K06ehIZAjSbxaas23rWn_QGefiqqAMqCoVfojTbn8Qci7jehl5ixahwdh0CaQBAxr8pHxegay-qhSQPPQ7KYN1sZLGB7Yghj_lV_JXFb1QyT2/s1600-h/P1020256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOFQEqcfN3D8_8xfzfog_XAn5l2H0bb6K06ehIZAjSbxaas23rWn_QGefiqqAMqCoVfojTbn8Qci7jehl5ixahwdh0CaQBAxr8pHxegay-qhSQPPQ7KYN1sZLGB7Yghj_lV_JXFb1QyT2/s400/P1020256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310606911303795058" border="0" /></a>At the end of the day, as the park was closing, Sophie<span style="font-style: italic;"> insisted</span> on riding the "tea cups." We knew we'd have a melt down all the way back to Anaheim if we didn't indulge her. So, Steve, the great dad that he is, went on the tea cups with all the kids. Thanks, Steve! (You can't really see her face, but Sophie was VERY happy!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqeJCl5m9tiUtq4P0X0oKjZ6UrRWYPkA75zmM3k3FRfGFdckdDXNMPGRWECV6sE8LwLmrVSdeTvlGCCvOshY8YNpVtffmmLd52lsqYmkNa4oW21vZQOJAAwhEzHhZ6Cg-_iIOcfl51-Ymu/s1600-h/P1020258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqeJCl5m9tiUtq4P0X0oKjZ6UrRWYPkA75zmM3k3FRfGFdckdDXNMPGRWECV6sE8LwLmrVSdeTvlGCCvOshY8YNpVtffmmLd52lsqYmkNa4oW21vZQOJAAwhEzHhZ6Cg-_iIOcfl51-Ymu/s400/P1020258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310969001843423474" border="0" /></a>On the way back to our hotel, we stopped at Mission Beach at sundown. We found <a href="http://luigisatthebeach.com/">Luigi's Pizzeria</a> and at some yummy pizza! They claim to be home of the 30" pizza. The boys insisted they were hungry, but we weren't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> hungry!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pmI_PCPaIcXDKBWe8JS0FDzUL72xYbYa-UVPl7I1CXrBeQtMnz9n3TEGfqKulrKSCENcjnkiwA__K0ZQmbb_WHcqh2Br7wiL41H72GPhgl-HEMItHFg9QkA4xeJ-DoHdjm7y5E1TPP9r/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pmI_PCPaIcXDKBWe8JS0FDzUL72xYbYa-UVPl7I1CXrBeQtMnz9n3TEGfqKulrKSCENcjnkiwA__K0ZQmbb_WHcqh2Br7wiL41H72GPhgl-HEMItHFg9QkA4xeJ-DoHdjm7y5E1TPP9r/s400/P1020274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310969007190160482" border="0" /></a>The next day, we got up early and checked out of our hotel. We had some time to kill before our plane left, so we drove to Hollywood.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEsHz3-AsppX6yQhBZYOMNgBK8kdXrS2GzPK5S6PL4c_CNdXd0Jn-GkoYJpLaf-wd63KF1Yt7xKA3nIs-GMMPfwgA0_i11KRJTrz6KaCXO4765cL1wR-F7sIrVIQcU6JiB-EUDWnzSJ09/s1600-h/P1020287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEsHz3-AsppX6yQhBZYOMNgBK8kdXrS2GzPK5S6PL4c_CNdXd0Jn-GkoYJpLaf-wd63KF1Yt7xKA3nIs-GMMPfwgA0_i11KRJTrz6KaCXO4765cL1wR-F7sIrVIQcU6JiB-EUDWnzSJ09/s400/P1020287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310969016840440386" border="0" /></a> Duh! We went on the Friday before Oscars, so everything was blocked off. I wish we'd spent our time somewhere else! It was definitely not the highlight of the trip!<br /><br />Next, we drove by Grandpa and Grandma Andrew's house. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRhW68CLsR7j7tNF9b-ydFbbZtVNSJs_MXXcH7yvp4Uac8OSHx9O-JQxdN0viz5Kz40deiUN1inAy_W6qyC9c1oFyQGqseFujeTZ5x865PZ4wUf4tCoP-QQOujkjPyl-XBlQ8jORLTC9d/s1600-h/P1020288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRhW68CLsR7j7tNF9b-ydFbbZtVNSJs_MXXcH7yvp4Uac8OSHx9O-JQxdN0viz5Kz40deiUN1inAy_W6qyC9c1oFyQGqseFujeTZ5x865PZ4wUf4tCoP-QQOujkjPyl-XBlQ8jORLTC9d/s400/P1020288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310969022387387394" border="0" /></a>It was so sad to see it renovated. It just wasn't the same as I remembered it. But it was fun seeing the MarVista chapel and seeing Colonial Drive. It was fun pointing out to the kids that as a little girl, I used to run up and down the street playing with my cousins. We drove by Venice High where my mom went to school.<br /><br />Then we went to Venice Beach--the actual beach. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjGHErqaoLrpa5s5SliC7_ErMynKZn6Xa2RDJzMqgdbOU8pCkK-zw2gVLtyIotvHn8spVVKyOUvBQp0y1XH47nNdm4fWYLeIzR9cmPdLx2FA1H5irtX84SoQfc3TVux3mSzpr51eUQnxR/s1600-h/P1020294+%28Large%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjGHErqaoLrpa5s5SliC7_ErMynKZn6Xa2RDJzMqgdbOU8pCkK-zw2gVLtyIotvHn8spVVKyOUvBQp0y1XH47nNdm4fWYLeIzR9cmPdLx2FA1H5irtX84SoQfc3TVux3mSzpr51eUQnxR/s400/P1020294+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310969023164260434" border="0" /></a>The kids had fun playing with shells and chasing birds. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4gozAyPfduuieeT5PjzwozJrGBIrhxI-YWKnwM2OtnULOag3CcVHbXOK_kEKBPWZxkTnwCLkyAtxC3e0y8g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ7PdurJnCOa_haCKCYsoVhmKfr3PXnY9eC0saBMvnsWRtlQMBsX2fXp90MSeeJxJ7VXzz8xjXQEqMuaAXI0X0GYnBKtRPjsSrXp6BjUtkGTgDot0AoTp8IcJNWV33b6AVQoBuxZxV8pM/s1600-h/P1020323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ7PdurJnCOa_haCKCYsoVhmKfr3PXnY9eC0saBMvnsWRtlQMBsX2fXp90MSeeJxJ7VXzz8xjXQEqMuaAXI0X0GYnBKtRPjsSrXp6BjUtkGTgDot0AoTp8IcJNWV33b6AVQoBuxZxV8pM/s400/P1020323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977591259848098" border="0" /></a>We told them they couldn't play in the water because we had a plane to catch! The weather was in the 70's that day which is lots warmer than a Washington Beach in the middle of the summer! This is where Steve and I came for our honeymoon, we we had some romantic reminiscing (as much as you can with 4 kids, anyway!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNCfHajbeKyNwfM-q37nW8ku7CESzFAfm6u_cAJYXZXez70wOxnuTKcM_Xt_L5_2EXfqgU24asKwqIZA48pJWUawUoKCir5SQrsW00FUUCpMgEASf14MdFH35OHO5pDGJOp0PNlaGvBWS/s1600-h/P1020297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNCfHajbeKyNwfM-q37nW8ku7CESzFAfm6u_cAJYXZXez70wOxnuTKcM_Xt_L5_2EXfqgU24asKwqIZA48pJWUawUoKCir5SQrsW00FUUCpMgEASf14MdFH35OHO5pDGJOp0PNlaGvBWS/s400/P1020297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310977601237922066" border="0" /></a>We finally pulled ourselves away and caught our plane. We're looking forward to going to California again--We figured we'd probably go again in the space of time after Steven gets home from his mission and before Ben leaves. We created lots of fun memories!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-24869823360485649202009-03-02T16:12:00.001-08:002009-03-03T15:34:28.954-08:00California Adventure--Day 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtXDZxXwmY0vb-tdQuVZGDstOaTPDnJKG_OWpUNejdJL0q-5GxxvnxFD60AXtZZBdooIyGD-ME5B6wUf1wDH50_nQXG4mGoStDP_ZwykuRKWpScyKLWH-BJc2wIYue642zgaVWpVW2mUz/s1600-h/P1020181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtXDZxXwmY0vb-tdQuVZGDstOaTPDnJKG_OWpUNejdJL0q-5GxxvnxFD60AXtZZBdooIyGD-ME5B6wUf1wDH50_nQXG4mGoStDP_ZwykuRKWpScyKLWH-BJc2wIYue642zgaVWpVW2mUz/s400/P1020181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748642591501874" border="0" /></a>Our 3rd day we started at Disneyland because it opened an hour before California Adventure. When the park opened, we made a mad dash to Thunder Mountain. We were able to go a few times without standing in line.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1Qqo1ZyhL1xNPKZ3MH5bKp8c7JGMEFoHrzBkFl8GYq3wDTI5vOpoiaqtkGLTj44U-vrW8sqyrEQHHKaGz3Q_5ji1_i1iYNdp7IZIp7zrpuAUEZRBmEBcF0BSZiI4iLnk094Xzb-SHn3I/s1600-h/P1020174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1Qqo1ZyhL1xNPKZ3MH5bKp8c7JGMEFoHrzBkFl8GYq3wDTI5vOpoiaqtkGLTj44U-vrW8sqyrEQHHKaGz3Q_5ji1_i1iYNdp7IZIp7zrpuAUEZRBmEBcF0BSZiI4iLnk094Xzb-SHn3I/s400/P1020174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748637297164402" border="0" /></a> (In this picture, we are in the last car where it feels a little more intense than riding in the front. I (Tammy) don't know the physics of it all, but next time, I'm definitely NOT riding in back!) Wednesday we had gorgeous weather!!! We actually felt like we were in California.<br /><br />At 10:00 a.m. we went to California Adventure. I took Sophie over to Playhouse Disney while the older kids, Steve, and Natalie went on all the wild and crazy rides. Sophie loved seeing the characters from one of her favorite shows, Little Einsteins. (I didn't have the camera with me--so no pictures.)<br /><br />For lunch, Natalie, Rachel, Sophie, and I went to eat at Ariel's Grotto. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_pfy_vmQtVLzP_ROYjBDidkAT2TO94GkfWNSj3yaRmjWJt0fD_t_8_34iw92B00XcWOqZ-hoD58BR6sRivmKMB6r2VERYqJiLD-xWwTUuYGPowVbToq9Fy74XsEKtDyffnXbGruWXBNl/s1600-h/P1020239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_pfy_vmQtVLzP_ROYjBDidkAT2TO94GkfWNSj3yaRmjWJt0fD_t_8_34iw92B00XcWOqZ-hoD58BR6sRivmKMB6r2VERYqJiLD-xWwTUuYGPowVbToq9Fy74XsEKtDyffnXbGruWXBNl/s400/P1020239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748691678111682" border="0" /></a>This is an interactive lunch where you eat yummy food while 5 of the princesses wander from table to table signing autographs and taking pictures.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9thLbve1tRdjbzPNMKUfLXYNHPCiZIBqVXnbeFshIjSIXHteO43K4FMTKUQBWu_LAtfUVMV3DJyZcvBpbP4aUJDKmUxL_bbrlsgbGFejabU8OxGduV6sUJOBaVBI5dmiNREaY_GaFOJR/s1600-h/P1020186.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9thLbve1tRdjbzPNMKUfLXYNHPCiZIBqVXnbeFshIjSIXHteO43K4FMTKUQBWu_LAtfUVMV3DJyZcvBpbP4aUJDKmUxL_bbrlsgbGFejabU8OxGduV6sUJOBaVBI5dmiNREaY_GaFOJR/s400/P1020186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748695822821618" border="0" /></a> (If you're planning on going, you need to make reservations up to 60 days in advance.) They gave the girls crowns to decorate with stickers and wear. Doesn't my sister, Natalie, look like Miss America?!?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWpAem9St4guxumx8hFBpDFSCrLlTO3vm9TL9UTgO7maarG67rBBC8Bc7p_baVgBJb8spHE8BSHf9XvT6WYbL4IpRj2Brs7ucUgLSi5hBTu-uiLIYOJBvqHofe-h_VoOJytUHrtlzYpGJ/s1600-h/P1020187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWpAem9St4guxumx8hFBpDFSCrLlTO3vm9TL9UTgO7maarG67rBBC8Bc7p_baVgBJb8spHE8BSHf9XvT6WYbL4IpRj2Brs7ucUgLSi5hBTu-uiLIYOJBvqHofe-h_VoOJytUHrtlzYpGJ/s400/P1020187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748697704273186" border="0" /></a>They started out by bringing us appetizers. Sophie's favorite was the cheese sticks that had been cut into little spears. And she loved the watermelon, too!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8CVc2u9fhD0q8nBPTJP5W3ezMZDGoBUn2sYFiD-7-kte7tmke1S05keHyknw7z_LGMSea6_8nW1gn6-KHD87SUlaklx5rq2A1yCX41aNrPtfcTqcvlkBEvFKryIB1vognyog5vHGnLle/s1600-h/P1020189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8CVc2u9fhD0q8nBPTJP5W3ezMZDGoBUn2sYFiD-7-kte7tmke1S05keHyknw7z_LGMSea6_8nW1gn6-KHD87SUlaklx5rq2A1yCX41aNrPtfcTqcvlkBEvFKryIB1vognyog5vHGnLle/s400/P1020189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102259068500626" border="0" /></a>My favorite part of the lunch was when Sophie kept asking the princesses, especially Snow White, "You want some?" as she held out her fork of macaroni to the princesses.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqfunFx7tE1oVmUwk0Z1JEoQ1BPW-WWTnohH4832_sXhAavTrJf0GqZa9GmGAORutrX05RUJa94j1CwhcC_Ys6urqbVyYGppJl2d0nePaON84jxN2kIpAeCA9Tuvvn8fXLb97tvfugFj-/s1600-h/P1020196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqfunFx7tE1oVmUwk0Z1JEoQ1BPW-WWTnohH4832_sXhAavTrJf0GqZa9GmGAORutrX05RUJa94j1CwhcC_Ys6urqbVyYGppJl2d0nePaON84jxN2kIpAeCA9Tuvvn8fXLb97tvfugFj-/s400/P1020196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102268122792626" border="0" /></a>Here's Sophie and Rachel with Sophie's favorite princess, Princess Aurora. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnHsH0Yyi0V4iQxmc157uF16a4q3nEZmYV7lHQ3eh2uSooF9xa-mp1EyzX0BJw6Nv3V1rqIpJUTBSwxua5HPUeMs2k-PjnI41dYBuVrAOAwsxY7Fb1_dB_1mkj1_nmjoMnjsd3LE8fAME/s1600-h/P1020215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnHsH0Yyi0V4iQxmc157uF16a4q3nEZmYV7lHQ3eh2uSooF9xa-mp1EyzX0BJw6Nv3V1rqIpJUTBSwxua5HPUeMs2k-PjnI41dYBuVrAOAwsxY7Fb1_dB_1mkj1_nmjoMnjsd3LE8fAME/s400/P1020215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102296309515362" border="0" /></a>My favorite princess was Belle because she was the nicest one. ;) She spent so much time talking to Rachel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWOHk85Dx6ay4E_JgXF45smuPaxvOEhUNQNoYDqWmfzgyART9kwZSi9Lgglf_r1EQ9pkgOcAUNGphCvn39iyaH1dClgIA-uhcbYezlfZ1kXoprrWR0qz1GJa2VnZwJpOkFIIr21EIoURj/s1600-h/P1020203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWOHk85Dx6ay4E_JgXF45smuPaxvOEhUNQNoYDqWmfzgyART9kwZSi9Lgglf_r1EQ9pkgOcAUNGphCvn39iyaH1dClgIA-uhcbYezlfZ1kXoprrWR0qz1GJa2VnZwJpOkFIIr21EIoURj/s400/P1020203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102275993136162" border="0" /></a>Cinderella was really nice, too!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jBzdOSFjftyJ33HbqL1LolNU0PboLLZzhYDsoaQNfqzQ8zvmfaWApRcQpsurfdjJEwpopvdqKsk1OvNpiHtplY-x52ifGROXo916nFu4Ymp4ITHGJQkOCgVBrCLQiHcWzRb6lR3-EDnm/s1600-h/P1020210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jBzdOSFjftyJ33HbqL1LolNU0PboLLZzhYDsoaQNfqzQ8zvmfaWApRcQpsurfdjJEwpopvdqKsk1OvNpiHtplY-x52ifGROXo916nFu4Ymp4ITHGJQkOCgVBrCLQiHcWzRb6lR3-EDnm/s400/P1020210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102285343983826" border="0" /></a>Sophie's favorite part of the whole experience was the food--especially dessert! It was really yummy--we were hoping she'd let us have hers--but she ate almost every bite! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYfMObhg6scBbLAMsfE2xK_dtcI9Tj9UjDmxJ0vuQEjEUY8y_t2bCEivv1ewiqXMZyI8CAdzXZ-aot1HOP6E1szLcQpXI2a0_-dHfOzBUyMv5mqc0tzj_Il7_DWH-JbdgNHhIToAhu3uK/s1600-h/P1020223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYfMObhg6scBbLAMsfE2xK_dtcI9Tj9UjDmxJ0vuQEjEUY8y_t2bCEivv1ewiqXMZyI8CAdzXZ-aot1HOP6E1szLcQpXI2a0_-dHfOzBUyMv5mqc0tzj_Il7_DWH-JbdgNHhIToAhu3uK/s400/P1020223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309104427699643714" border="0" /></a>After eating all of the food, we had to go on rides--ugh! Actually we had a lot of fun. I really liked the Tower of Terror. (But it was definitely NOT Ben's favorite ride.) Everyone else like California Screamin'--they'd gone on it while I'd had Sophie at Playhouse Disney. They were excited to see how I'd like it--in the copy of the picture that they automatically take, I look like maybe I'm having fun--I wasn't! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NCHw8h7M79ofcAnTXpGyarD61J90r98JoxQMNi5jUNlNb7TEICm7-CUmbUylR3adKG5uhpRDXZhIMiuREGhOL9FeqgignZ-E8S86b1ZPmlsquoXkqF16il3F2yeSAY4tuoRxA4PRlHzV/s1600-h/P1020242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NCHw8h7M79ofcAnTXpGyarD61J90r98JoxQMNi5jUNlNb7TEICm7-CUmbUylR3adKG5uhpRDXZhIMiuREGhOL9FeqgignZ-E8S86b1ZPmlsquoXkqF16il3F2yeSAY4tuoRxA4PRlHzV/s400/P1020242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309104440313354018" border="0" /></a>Sophie had fun in Bug's Life Land. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDydYS2YUQwrE46Z-jVlvLZXkHwMEomETy4V1lu6rcn2H28KqEfvNyQ_ZOgFDTHbKfB9HSoHQjWar9goAZKkvwn5dv3bqAukbwkPxiHMWjBKoE3iUVRZDkEQ2PKbP2YRFhte1g50oWZrk/s1600-h/P1020225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDydYS2YUQwrE46Z-jVlvLZXkHwMEomETy4V1lu6rcn2H28KqEfvNyQ_ZOgFDTHbKfB9HSoHQjWar9goAZKkvwn5dv3bqAukbwkPxiHMWjBKoE3iUVRZDkEQ2PKbP2YRFhte1g50oWZrk/s400/P1020225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309104434201042914" border="0" /></a>We went to the 4-D Bug's Life Movie which she didn't like so much, but the rest of us did. The movie was a little scary. I just covered her eyes and she was fine.<br /><br />My favorite ride was Soarin' over California. It's a simulator that makes you feel like you're hang gliding over different scenic areas of California. Natalie knew where to get us seats so we were in the front row in the very center of the screen. It was so much fun!<br /><br />Another favorite part of the day (no pictures, because we were tired of pictures by then!) was when we went to the tortilla-making factory and the sourdough bread factory where they give out samples. Until now, my kids have refused to eat sourdough bread because they say it's disgusting. . .after eating it at California Adventure, they (especially Ben) now love it! In fact, for dinner, we ate sour dough bread bowls with either chili or clam chowder.<br /><br />After California Adventure closed, we sent Sophie back to the hotel with Natalie and went on a few last rides in Disneyland. We love Disneyland, but we were talking about all of the other fun things we want to do while our kids are young, and we figured that we probably won't go again until Sophie is Ben or Steven's age. How sad!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-67574304666294804762009-03-01T17:12:00.001-08:002009-03-03T18:32:37.669-08:00Disneyland--Day 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Iu9UYtLenwwKDPCcC9Djaawr1q1dShhIPxscQF3Q-B0WsckhVoygIxKeiVprRWzm1_8FZsame1qHsOwVQaSqAcDD8VZwvswP1l-NdByfkPwzj6PDZPKExyrLpCQ2sXKO5A-j6W96a3Jj/s1600-h/P1020166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Iu9UYtLenwwKDPCcC9Djaawr1q1dShhIPxscQF3Q-B0WsckhVoygIxKeiVprRWzm1_8FZsame1qHsOwVQaSqAcDD8VZwvswP1l-NdByfkPwzj6PDZPKExyrLpCQ2sXKO5A-j6W96a3Jj/s400/P1020166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395983243287794" border="0" /></a>In my last entry, I neglected to mention that my sister, Natalie, who lives in San Diego met us at our hotel Monday night. She has an annual pass to Disneyland, so she was our guide, babysitter, sanity-saver, and Fast-pass collector. She also makes the best PBJ sandwiches! Our kids loved them! (And of course, spending time with Aunt Natalie!)<br /><br />Our second day of Disneyland started out at 8:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning. We had bought a 3-day pass that allowed us early-entry on Tuesday, so we got there right as the gates opened and rode Space Mountain--again! Here's our "pose."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQYecer4aIVsQWA7TgGNb3Hku2lq7MFXWFn1CpPs4ggihSK4DI0zktQwLT4Lwg-SSE0d8GKXFmgMgZUkG6N4rZiD8bdChxgdDAgqmKC9-rdoQs0RtLO-59PcCSkzF8BJhqTm2tnWTIeGh/s1600-h/P1020073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQYecer4aIVsQWA7TgGNb3Hku2lq7MFXWFn1CpPs4ggihSK4DI0zktQwLT4Lwg-SSE0d8GKXFmgMgZUkG6N4rZiD8bdChxgdDAgqmKC9-rdoQs0RtLO-59PcCSkzF8BJhqTm2tnWTIeGh/s400/P1020073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393361977036354" border="0" /></a>When we came out, it was pouring, so we pulled out our rain ponchos and headed for It's a Small World. (Steve, Sophie, and Natalie had to go to the store to buy lunch and leather shoes for Rachel since hers were so wet!) As you can see from Ben's picture, we were a little drenched! But we weren't complaining because it kept the crowds away!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfb1v7mQ8Ik8WkTzELz3keYToS6Ei7-O7cHpfxbwQlrL69TVz7COXXJY_6IdorYH5xbUvjPWShvvlUtNJWfX8Xm7dA_2TsQxW9eENmbdGOcB-fJult3OBu9nijfJ9gStXUle-iG-xSHmr/s1600-h/P1020076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfb1v7mQ8Ik8WkTzELz3keYToS6Ei7-O7cHpfxbwQlrL69TVz7COXXJY_6IdorYH5xbUvjPWShvvlUtNJWfX8Xm7dA_2TsQxW9eENmbdGOcB-fJult3OBu9nijfJ9gStXUle-iG-xSHmr/s400/P1020076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393366241647698" border="0" /></a>The next stop was to the Princess Fanfare. This was Sophie's highlight of the day! For weeks, she's been telling everyone she's "going to Disneyland to meet Princess Aurora!" Luckily, Princess Aurora was one of the 3 princesses who was there to greet the little girls that day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdRRoWw-Z4LhZucGV3xdaqx8xLNO50o2k53QSch9gq1Pd_oXxlyk4klmXo0y-gmWsQrTZaFjupaZWNvyjU0ILPQDLKPeTKRPXIfPDbuZdrcw2oWdeuaElfl2ouqKir5geFIDqR2RNZYSI9/s1600-h/P1020080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdRRoWw-Z4LhZucGV3xdaqx8xLNO50o2k53QSch9gq1Pd_oXxlyk4klmXo0y-gmWsQrTZaFjupaZWNvyjU0ILPQDLKPeTKRPXIfPDbuZdrcw2oWdeuaElfl2ouqKir5geFIDqR2RNZYSI9/s400/P1020080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393369608201810" border="0" /></a>Rachel enjoyed chatting with Snow White. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvXv5fPNJeYNmOyW3w_aZWqYOluzOCWU2CkbBhfbgQVZROAp8dPyk5GcUprmfYFv7P8ejJDpz9zV8G9GEpXYHHGYEl_nK5lGRLwoZuTOrrPQflbflL2B1wupICuNXkQvd3c3pV1v-H7bo/s1600-h/P1020086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvXv5fPNJeYNmOyW3w_aZWqYOluzOCWU2CkbBhfbgQVZROAp8dPyk5GcUprmfYFv7P8ejJDpz9zV8G9GEpXYHHGYEl_nK5lGRLwoZuTOrrPQflbflL2B1wupICuNXkQvd3c3pV1v-H7bo/s400/P1020086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393375914501234" border="0" /></a>We met up with our friends, the Carman's and the Kristensen's, who also went to Disneyland that day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKnd8LprVlYpyVhKrZdHfLhbRBqacWpt5UKKCV0qcBESlptsLe714dq_8deR44XFBbShm9RDmPOGzfqhNClU7jMK_x2xO-esSAwhezxDvkPIY_7oz4NNhsu3e_W27vm0l7AnFj79RBHEZ/s1600-h/P1020100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKnd8LprVlYpyVhKrZdHfLhbRBqacWpt5UKKCV0qcBESlptsLe714dq_8deR44XFBbShm9RDmPOGzfqhNClU7jMK_x2xO-esSAwhezxDvkPIY_7oz4NNhsu3e_W27vm0l7AnFj79RBHEZ/s400/P1020100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393389442347554" border="0" /></a>We were all able to fit on the Jungle Cruise and we hung out at Toon Town together. Here are Rachel and Amber stuck in the pretend jail.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ6SO2SWF4KFa8VsuCC1TE_subhbq8Ut05akFLjf-c3Rsy_n2U9QEDWBcsFbpKc6zqvqbiA1Vc8ODwyn53BiIavJo0bqVks9YMfr7BnBsyNVMbInhi9cbISf_T1QffEW6UKYwSB1fgNS4/s1600-h/P1020122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ6SO2SWF4KFa8VsuCC1TE_subhbq8Ut05akFLjf-c3Rsy_n2U9QEDWBcsFbpKc6zqvqbiA1Vc8ODwyn53BiIavJo0bqVks9YMfr7BnBsyNVMbInhi9cbISf_T1QffEW6UKYwSB1fgNS4/s400/P1020122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309110942046923298" border="0" /></a>Here is Ben getting shocked at the door that says, "No matter what, do not open this door!" (or something like that!)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dza8rpGLCqxHTraLNr4So3ybjIPGvcTMo0aSCpJmMVUAZ5og8nSDluOWqIEyu9iVjj_V5nvPYM5yu6WjUk3AQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />We had to get another pose of our family with Pooh Bear. We had one taken 5 years ago . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbnGJ4LqmO6-qx-TrvNblIHvX0WD-6pqmHfH9IltQdruKdudy9K6qycyksUlJVYDQVvfApvN31M73AvpbNDnqmH536_XBzbPumbVv0F5cp_KM5P_rl9F56Ydtr5tFtpt8n-tBRA4C8oS8/s1600-h/disney_pooh_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbnGJ4LqmO6-qx-TrvNblIHvX0WD-6pqmHfH9IltQdruKdudy9K6qycyksUlJVYDQVvfApvN31M73AvpbNDnqmH536_XBzbPumbVv0F5cp_KM5P_rl9F56Ydtr5tFtpt8n-tBRA4C8oS8/s400/disney_pooh_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308742714971942210" border="0" /></a>And here we are in 2009. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5CGaWR9LwWjN2WqpbT8pjZlz9eI83tPZktEJFCnv-D9oy4V4SA4Hh2SVRjJBDK9SFiB1Z3aRCOZYKJZTlsP_BbOYDWMEjFbEePTYzB1DINBhQC8o5-lKz3Q0Mg3aE0Ua8opFt69xgI6F/s1600-h/P1020103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5CGaWR9LwWjN2WqpbT8pjZlz9eI83tPZktEJFCnv-D9oy4V4SA4Hh2SVRjJBDK9SFiB1Z3aRCOZYKJZTlsP_BbOYDWMEjFbEePTYzB1DINBhQC8o5-lKz3Q0Mg3aE0Ua8opFt69xgI6F/s400/P1020103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395998626282530" border="0" /></a>Steven had fun posing and bouncing with Tigger. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Nanf5eYLfg1FyYy8-oh56Q97bNFlOvHR0APC9Vna16Dgo3f2dd4Qhnl7j_IatFS7nuWyhUOm-LzY6E7XJ2ybAuoSfxYK0UuRkRue3obZdbG94pDXbxirCD0e2RskCoWp_j_xk4M4yeSH/s1600-h/P1020107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Nanf5eYLfg1FyYy8-oh56Q97bNFlOvHR0APC9Vna16Dgo3f2dd4Qhnl7j_IatFS7nuWyhUOm-LzY6E7XJ2ybAuoSfxYK0UuRkRue3obZdbG94pDXbxirCD0e2RskCoWp_j_xk4M4yeSH/s400/P1020107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395976127736962" border="0" /></a>The boys were jealous when Rachel was the one chosen to participate in the Jedi Training Academy. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra3WzLHmAX5OLndpN2rJfym3vmSQQXKZGnK0NQ7cgnWjLuGr5wPy_SAE0f1EBzkxTjKGvesfSB0jrHm7pruMLA80dFB3kB9JSkmcxvj5xm86MhfuXJOP-RTNwyaLsCzqd43wUad3T7l8Q/s1600-h/P1020145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra3WzLHmAX5OLndpN2rJfym3vmSQQXKZGnK0NQ7cgnWjLuGr5wPy_SAE0f1EBzkxTjKGvesfSB0jrHm7pruMLA80dFB3kB9JSkmcxvj5xm86MhfuXJOP-RTNwyaLsCzqd43wUad3T7l8Q/s400/P1020145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395986183898770" border="0" /></a>But they made up for it by purchasing their very own custom-made light sabers that make different noises depending on what sound chips you put in them. (Sorry--no picture)<br /><br />We also had to take a comparison picture of Steven pulling out the sword from the Sword and the Stone. Here is Feb. 2004. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1QCza9tm5pcZw_6HTyF_zw6RXnyOX-PV_FtwnRws7Oiyz0YW4rdu0-16mDUBDbwnZ6_rhrcEiJAa3WfoLxNry-fmCsnt9MOgPLkJnnAzlmr105uGC9_n_cbJ28NuCR7vMclTKFZSHxNp/s1600-h/disney_sword_steven_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1QCza9tm5pcZw_6HTyF_zw6RXnyOX-PV_FtwnRws7Oiyz0YW4rdu0-16mDUBDbwnZ6_rhrcEiJAa3WfoLxNry-fmCsnt9MOgPLkJnnAzlmr105uGC9_n_cbJ28NuCR7vMclTKFZSHxNp/s400/disney_sword_steven_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744830543744098" border="0" /></a>And here he is in 2009. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sL9ZUl_1spcoWP0lwyWk-cvhUKTr2CHsH2mGk9wGgtJAYnnHhWIc8jZ7CgUXeMu3ejOeSIEQHRwCAMkyBPPZXybxL9w2VivQFVAZTe2h19lRF9z6zIp7XF53uHmilQG8CN5S1I_e9a9l/s1600-h/P1020163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sL9ZUl_1spcoWP0lwyWk-cvhUKTr2CHsH2mGk9wGgtJAYnnHhWIc8jZ7CgUXeMu3ejOeSIEQHRwCAMkyBPPZXybxL9w2VivQFVAZTe2h19lRF9z6zIp7XF53uHmilQG8CN5S1I_e9a9l/s400/P1020163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395991178892434" border="0" /></a>Just one more comparison photo of Rachel from 2004. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU6FAsytm7Lh8J56CVxSmC3vKCC0PIjkX6RTUwdVRBs9VkcvaxGmumPzykaFCzI0KrAbw2z3fqFWAISmjUm6ZTgEB-aBCIayzl6eVsRBL11R7qI9aEYfEPBx1rN-Ua8rtIk8QFqwfbYKs/s1600-h/disney_rachel_chip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU6FAsytm7Lh8J56CVxSmC3vKCC0PIjkX6RTUwdVRBs9VkcvaxGmumPzykaFCzI0KrAbw2z3fqFWAISmjUm6ZTgEB-aBCIayzl6eVsRBL11R7qI9aEYfEPBx1rN-Ua8rtIk8QFqwfbYKs/s400/disney_rachel_chip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308746020438054402" border="0" /></a><br />And in 2009. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUq8EAgTW0ncmMUWe4YhKY2-Msf13C53BzSN2Y9Q9ldGhzYwC0npsig4qHboemknIoOHFEEwBGO9oUqM30Ea8GxJoQ7npgWOuWIRk_dYXPYRLlVWh4ERgbO-G9MSIgB2Dg2pRi1YxB6Jt/s1600-h/P1020071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUq8EAgTW0ncmMUWe4YhKY2-Msf13C53BzSN2Y9Q9ldGhzYwC0npsig4qHboemknIoOHFEEwBGO9oUqM30Ea8GxJoQ7npgWOuWIRk_dYXPYRLlVWh4ERgbO-G9MSIgB2Dg2pRi1YxB6Jt/s400/P1020071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308746031981382850" border="0" /></a><br />That night, we went out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Mimi's Cafe, which was less than a block from our hotel. It brought back memories of fun friends' lunches we used to have when we lived in Utah! After dinner, we sent Sophie to bed while Aunt Natalie watched her and the rest of us went to Fantasmic, a fantastic water and light show with all of the Disney characters. I had to save our seats for over an hour to get a good spot to see it. (Again, Natalie had told us where to sit to get a good seat.) Steve's favorite part was when the Peter Pan pirate ship came on the river and Captain Hook and Peter Pan are fighting up in the masts. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QF_siiLWAXVIYbJcdreowFJ6dzGqoTl_DTttuShLPJd1LCo4htJGNR9TFhid_odil8jc09g9R5CEFp0eB41jfLnVHwjs8bzULzAL8IPL2nvkqMJkFR-ONhda19iTVXCqidFN27fBMRr6/s1600-h/P1020159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QF_siiLWAXVIYbJcdreowFJ6dzGqoTl_DTttuShLPJd1LCo4htJGNR9TFhid_odil8jc09g9R5CEFp0eB41jfLnVHwjs8bzULzAL8IPL2nvkqMJkFR-ONhda19iTVXCqidFN27fBMRr6/s400/P1020159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309110007924051362" border="0" /></a>One of my favorite parts was when most of the characters rode by on the steamboat. This picture doesn't even do it justice. I'd highly recommend the wait if you can see it!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-41108015278855558072009-03-01T10:39:00.000-08:002009-03-01T11:10:44.197-08:00The Happiest Place on Earth--Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgxwbdk8UU08-VjBxttM-JNQZIsD6cWvqoGSvTBzlUcNcO9zXd1f0dV2ayTLKkSNtSr9IFlSk4fIt9KG_K65Fkw8ZyaWOxIU-iw-J_IG1qWwZYsKcF231GJx1c39Z4KfFYpFud9UgO-D6/s1600-h/P1020052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgxwbdk8UU08-VjBxttM-JNQZIsD6cWvqoGSvTBzlUcNcO9zXd1f0dV2ayTLKkSNtSr9IFlSk4fIt9KG_K65Fkw8ZyaWOxIU-iw-J_IG1qWwZYsKcF231GJx1c39Z4KfFYpFud9UgO-D6/s400/P1020052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308294554033272034" border="0" /></a>We had so much fun on our vacation to Southern California during mid-winter break. The boys had fun playing video games and watching their Zune on the plane. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SC-Gg3oxuYQUSvgbaOJYuDpa3zh9SUIYIL8ST9LVAtnkuXnvXsYsZzeVl6zrORi87TBlsEHtmAliRafIjAzl7C60iJ_TUrxv_32yHPlhQC7ndMnXR5rUMPsooDFJC1eoD2R43EXs8Q47/s1600-h/P1020051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SC-Gg3oxuYQUSvgbaOJYuDpa3zh9SUIYIL8ST9LVAtnkuXnvXsYsZzeVl6zrORi87TBlsEHtmAliRafIjAzl7C60iJ_TUrxv_32yHPlhQC7ndMnXR5rUMPsooDFJC1eoD2R43EXs8Q47/s400/P1020051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308294544864388002" border="0" /></a>Sophie was excited to ride in the clouds. She kept telling everyone in the airport, "I go to Disneyland to see princesses!" The excitement started with our roller coaster flight. Thank goodness we had the kids with us to say "woo hoo" as the plane went up and down during the last 45 minutes of the flight, or I would have been a little more scared. They were excited! Sophie was starting to look a little "green" as we were landing. I'm glad we landed when we did!<br /><br />After renting a van, we drove straight to our hotel in Anaheim. We stayed at the Carousel Inn & Suites right across the street from Disneyland. We had to get a suite because we had too many people to stay in one room. We were put in a view suite that looked right into Disneyland! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXeMyT7DHpP-s0l7wbDMcVylwmL1Cx-MfcYqy_4x8kjyAvVS0gkMJ_GyxYAp-SOLxIsLbK9jWPDMN4k4YxsloCQVTd8lDMDrnq_MH6XBeck4jX1-_4sAKtXl6mXS29iSORYUoLc9qODPO/s1600-h/P1020283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXeMyT7DHpP-s0l7wbDMcVylwmL1Cx-MfcYqy_4x8kjyAvVS0gkMJ_GyxYAp-SOLxIsLbK9jWPDMN4k4YxsloCQVTd8lDMDrnq_MH6XBeck4jX1-_4sAKtXl6mXS29iSORYUoLc9qODPO/s400/P1020283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308298404968563778" border="0" /></a>There had been a huge storm that came in that day, so when we went in the gates at 5:00 p.m., they told us they would close at 9:00 p.m. instead of 11:00 and that there weren't going to be any fireworks. Because it was in the 60's and partly sunny, I said, "Oh, come on! It's nice outside!" After all, 60 degrees and partly sunny is June/July weather in Washington!<br /><br />But it was actually great that the weather wasn't super because we were able to quickly go through the shorter lines! We came prepared with ponchos this year. Last time we went, we got so wet, we had to buy an expensive Disneyland outfit for Rachel (which Sophie wore this time!) We did have to go out and buy leather shoes for Rachel at a nearby store Monday morning because her shoes got soaked! We didn't even think about bringing rain boots!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9GiacOJIN5qFJJTsv8svJFyeyOgjss0z2OpETzcK3MC5uA3R_Wo7MKyuLQVxiGb_mHWBh-2zWMLTa9tZSSn8K8YXGgreyoYiP3cBrxygx8sxT0eWqddfdSqM9qgXET3n8UnZtzUmwE4l/s1600-h/P1020058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9GiacOJIN5qFJJTsv8svJFyeyOgjss0z2OpETzcK3MC5uA3R_Wo7MKyuLQVxiGb_mHWBh-2zWMLTa9tZSSn8K8YXGgreyoYiP3cBrxygx8sxT0eWqddfdSqM9qgXET3n8UnZtzUmwE4l/s400/P1020058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308294557142051362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We separated and I went on the little kiddie rides with Sophie, while Steve explored the more adventuresome rides with the older kids. Sophie loved the Dumbo ride!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVYsj9NyR9RvJ88Jxoz-zx0LMHasl0XN1MeUw-Q7ikwf2qBq90U42cypPHq_mb9tqRhkBucBA9Qon_XhyphenhyphenVKFkmgMkqo1oIqjtCmfZqNbey8rhgq_gTZSfDqRtz0uFu2UZXGzxLBlNqcri/s1600-h/P1020062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVYsj9NyR9RvJ88Jxoz-zx0LMHasl0XN1MeUw-Q7ikwf2qBq90U42cypPHq_mb9tqRhkBucBA9Qon_XhyphenhyphenVKFkmgMkqo1oIqjtCmfZqNbey8rhgq_gTZSfDqRtz0uFu2UZXGzxLBlNqcri/s400/P1020062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308294564240570210" border="0" /></a><br />The older kids loved riding on the Matterhorn which was my favorite ride as a kid!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jjajJI4erdyMCEYd7HRRD5mlBFGi1wqOTP5Iv3fOSCZM_zaZ15kBtqn_TTXtOiIWpbHq6g1hJM6fQCyFbF_VoOGESViOrVKKzhi42WWmRnFxxRxLWoJ2BsUrTICPX-pLrZ-5-sXo9Hnd/s1600-h/P1020066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jjajJI4erdyMCEYd7HRRD5mlBFGi1wqOTP5Iv3fOSCZM_zaZ15kBtqn_TTXtOiIWpbHq6g1hJM6fQCyFbF_VoOGESViOrVKKzhi42WWmRnFxxRxLWoJ2BsUrTICPX-pLrZ-5-sXo9Hnd/s400/P1020066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308294574489081394" border="0" /></a>Rachel was excited to try her racing skills at Autopia! She was a pretty crazy driver. :)<br /><br />The kids LOVED standing in line. . .Ben even saw one of his classmates in line one day! (Not in this picture.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvqvzQuxo2vDwEZYomD4_mPycEsvyPP9w-GXsmefAFNJqv9lxIPdv9rzXkk71HT6Gb0xNU_INtigV9tMwGqDckQBxPKd6VswD0GwhKL8PQ8ZCWzfQoGmhWKz3B-TNHnSuZrTFa2zmaO3W/s1600-h/P1020063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvqvzQuxo2vDwEZYomD4_mPycEsvyPP9w-GXsmefAFNJqv9lxIPdv9rzXkk71HT6Gb0xNU_INtigV9tMwGqDckQBxPKd6VswD0GwhKL8PQ8ZCWzfQoGmhWKz3B-TNHnSuZrTFa2zmaO3W/s400/P1020063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296977060334066" border="0" /></a>Sophie's favorite part that night was the Nemo submarine ride. Since coming home, she has been fascinated with Nemo! It was too dark to take a picture of her in the ride, so here's a picture of her entertaining herself standing in line to get in! She kept climbing up on the poles--one time she almost did a face plant--luckily the lady standing in line behind us caught her before she fell!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgNRygNQCoiLhylgabMV3YkjvACWe8ENCUxLeZ1RHhPRJuU2AZUmk-BlzpDJcxLTS1-it5m7RqKarXCdVa4HH5JtrWebJwgV1zXqib7yu0x3BwhvI1R5Iy2_vdhXd8etCDtRpqB227dXS/s1600-h/P1020064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgNRygNQCoiLhylgabMV3YkjvACWe8ENCUxLeZ1RHhPRJuU2AZUmk-BlzpDJcxLTS1-it5m7RqKarXCdVa4HH5JtrWebJwgV1zXqib7yu0x3BwhvI1R5Iy2_vdhXd8etCDtRpqB227dXS/s400/P1020064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296983749091586" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-10452899454831016062009-02-26T23:10:00.000-08:002009-02-26T23:21:21.326-08:006 of 6:tagged by Sunny and JenniferRules:<br /><p>1. go to the document/ my pictures site on your computer<br />2. go to your sixth file<br />3. go to your sixth picture<br />4. blog about it<br />5. tag 6 people</p><p><br /> This picture was taken at Boise Falls near Enumclaw, WA July 2005. We were geocaching that day and found some treasures. This was one of the best family times we've ever had. It was so much fun and so beautiful! We need to go back.<br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmWXZFG-8jDfS4kZ8uCASF6sn-gc512gUbvKUicEB0CHgZSm1kur_Fio3YIACNtG8uSW5RdXys0FYDe_FwXUZLOPQ1kxAwhqbeCCZ21_CQ1iUxg39qeVUWxQmzD9sQYsUulBZ3_hnu-pJ/s1600-h/BoiseCreekFalls05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 471px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmWXZFG-8jDfS4kZ8uCASF6sn-gc512gUbvKUicEB0CHgZSm1kur_Fio3YIACNtG8uSW5RdXys0FYDe_FwXUZLOPQ1kxAwhqbeCCZ21_CQ1iUxg39qeVUWxQmzD9sQYsUulBZ3_hnu-pJ/s400/BoiseCreekFalls05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307371503178232722" border="0" /></a></p><p>I tag:<br />1-Kristy<br />2-Shannon<br />3-Julie H.<br />4-Cherilyn<br />5-Nikki<br />6-Tami</p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-20565581619432320332009-01-18T20:02:00.000-08:002009-01-18T20:44:05.878-08:00Better Late than Never!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Because we didn't spend Christmas with family this year, we documented everything with lots of pictures. We meant to post on (or even around) Christmas, but the weeks have slipped by, so for our families' benefit. . .Merry Belated Christmas!</div><div><br />One of our annual traditions is decorating gingerbread houses. The kids had fun decorating their very own houses all by themselves.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851642986412722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmrPWYTyDDiCwD36uMlfFwyGYfqdoxzkrsT9rOUi8Gnf4NeaU2BNyhmclpRbIR178EHgmc3ZqpXWCYMiumrSNB4ZvDNQ-WzXaQ-tVhQupj_0DMMGIe_Z3qeslga_17OAfX_iksvvUc_4J/s400/P1010962.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Steven's masterpiece<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851637677822002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv28-MKUBfe4LIwGMo9bnqJ-h_a_IEi2T8X_vX2OIHSsOg1HxBYs7sCynerZVJGOQhXCwf9u13EbLDxF2XCvzz0Am9bF-xredNwF6TTCJnv8x_GHBrvjTY62qdrijNILDGjiKkXcESmUv/s400/P1010949.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Sophie's Tree<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851635230076386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxKqIhopjQ9W9L8lyWftlTivphJuFnYMjSv9mX2mfLthd5G2rTpjIH7dbqGuX4_pSUBElNK-xkmxyGpOJDH1I_J7Pl8Tb8QF2jkimp-iREchw83KemsPOIKo2J5azZKpgpsuZlS9FXf5V/s400/P1010935.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Rachel's detail-oriented house<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851627682384898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZPfRgUki3I839iwWChdefw5prAZY61FBjsXCWhYca83QvQgokHBtWtklwwtrz63wwqPqrK1JroriDowJ03XvsysyVwByVeE3cFSokygZ04d5wYXqhvodmdJbqXZgD6byVDDQjJIsBPKF/s400/P1010934.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Ben just wanted to eat his!<br /><br />Christmas morning began around 7:00 a.m. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852806046111682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jjj-LZ-76kuR5BTiVa-RkpFYL8tzi_SUdSq6M3GoKqJSttuV5X2R94mEq2pBGigPUh83cQeu1u3JU6XShGTqYC6OlTsprU11QUDHdxXhKNPEKkxXjAi-Ky1lb11CJ3BzG2j_0oh6wMvx/s400/P1010968.JPG" border="0" />Rachel had woken up at 2:30 a.m. and I heard her downstairs rustling through the presents. "Santa came and brought me my bike!" she exclaimed.</div><div align="center"> "Rachel, do you know what time it is?" </div><div align="center">"No," she replied. </div><div align="center">"It's only 2:30." </div><div align="center">"Oh," she replied, "That probably means I have to go back to bed. . ." </div><div align="center">"Uh, yeah," I replied.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852810375340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2Hw5nIaDLMf3VCW1E3kT9u5P8g_khqzuqWJrCnuO7LgPXg35dGsyvY22NE1wKBTHjP9FDr8-4cZsb-uH9XnBiahnYpyZa9tJ9HfHBVn_RM8z-XJhSh7BIbLD9ejNSWwc15Ss8LNdY2jF/s400/P1010979.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Ben was excited to know that he was a really good boy this year, so Santa brought him the Kirby video game he really wanted, even though Mom and Dad didn't think he needed more video games! That darned Santa. . .<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852823101931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfh6EUPY4_Atwyt2Jb_d3wdn-3gBNNObUbkHuo3SXXaqxy5UQxvFeyP1k-Bi66C2hKb0-y3JHHH4ORw6FNDarDwPwU0i1NX0MMe4Vj426EGNUvk7bt5DeFFFSibnaPujLqmvW8EGXFxjc/s400/P1010992.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Here's Steven opening up his Star Wars 3 book encyclopedia. He also got an air-rifle pellet gun--reminded us of our favorite movie, "A Christmas Story" (You'll shoot your eye out!) What the mom should have been saying was, "Make sure you shoot it outside and not in the house or you'll shoot HOLES in the wall!" (They used the gun to shoot targets INSIDE the house upstairs in the playroom under dad's supervision. Mom wasn't too thrilled with the plastic pellets and the mini-pellet holes in the wall--underneath the targets!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292851644183951586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mCUFvp11UewjiBO5uQqukMd3ILbgq43hTokk33CrKlVsLtHsKIXJX7RyWyiGW7T4ss8isySOsIbhT7KY3tV1YXnb97D3abPDZT-tQkfiZhCxk8Iz-FGp3Go-w6uOGIbc5cYCUk7NJpiF/s400/P1010963.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Steven's favorite part of the day was playing outside in all the snow. He made a snow cave.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852812849199906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMti7wCSPE-Ms1oMvaIwmJMoMkMtNVitVIYlzrAHhMPOXeFgjZkYz0cP2fJB4C5O2o7_1248MrXWgi6DkUjUzVeAxI_22DxXKBWyzHctiETyz5q63ZBXVUjpcz4C94JiuRzCCVx2I3PDBc/s400/P1010988.JPG" border="0" />Sophie was in little-girl heaven with all the new toys and things to do. Here she is playing with a new baby Grandma Lacey gave her. She thought our family tradition of staying in our PJ's all day was "silly." When I gave her the choice of getting her clothes on after her nap, she hopefully said, "No, me want to stay in my pajamas." I said, "OK!" and she giggled incredulously!</div><div> </div><div>Steve saved the best present (in his opinion, anyway) til last. . .Guitar Hero World Tour for the Wii. Here's Steven's reaction. . . </div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgwTN6C3xv2ArtMkYHDF2GHPdypQY14iS3RCR1VqoBX7AvrPgguKLsLROhgatipQuHtnVNeHxcSwCu4NqnzA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div>We spent the rest of the day rocking out. It was a very Merry Christmas in the Summers house (and a little too loud to take the annual Christmas nap--but lots of fun!!!) </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853315044918930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPhk5MPOaIn-AMPWygy3QkfR_JNvDxQk-QZ8MBuudAn2al558m_N-7Tb4Q6hMhXgd2rtVGGS5eFgdwI_iGk-P3il8ETK-c1viHlgvfcY3wSJdhZvusGm_FuDW3Cnl70xPTZ4S-ezRH06u/s400/P1020007.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>After the aftermath of the presents, we had our annual Christmas breakfast of puff pancakes and sausage. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853834908604162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBY2qGDHxlSzB34FtiNdmKr3VbjxivAa7yfCxtgFqZxd8ylGxSNJ67c2oaK6TOMG4LhDObW7l0wGn6nYrdgJpQS4AyoCIZ0dc9QsANUrkBzKuKQRKP_R1sMNHxni5uDhqavywnv4DZARH/s400/P1020006.JPG" border="0" />(Steve calls them Popeye pancakes while the kids have named them Sponge Bob pancakes because they look like Sponge Bob.)</div><div> </div><div>Thanks, Summers/Packer and Lacey family members for all of the fun and thoughtful gifts!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-15441280993444834142009-01-11T19:00:00.000-08:002009-01-11T19:16:36.675-08:00Have you ever. . .<p>I (Tammy) found this post on my friend, Tami's, blog and thought it was fun. This is to tide you over until we have time to update you on the happenings in the Summers family.<br /><br />Directions - Bold the ones you've done & post on your blog!<br /><br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">1. Started your own blog<br />2. Slept under the stars </strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Played in a band</span><br />4. Visited Hawaii<br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">5. Watched a meteor shower</strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Given more than you can afford to charity --<span style="font-style: italic;">See #67! TS :</span>(</span><br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">7. Been to Disneyland </strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Climbed a mountain </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Held a praying mantis </span><br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">10. Sang a solo </strong><br />11. Bungee jumped<br />12. Visited Paris<br />13. Watched a lightning storm at sea<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">14. Taught yourself an art from scratch</strong><br />15. Adopted a child<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">16. Had food poisoning </strong><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty </strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18. Grown your own vegetables</span><br />19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20. Slept on an overnight train (<span style="font-style: italic;">We got there in the middle of the night--if that counts! TS</span>)</span><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">21. Had a pillow fight</span><br />22. Hitch hiked<br />23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill<br />24. Built a snow fort</strong><br />25. Held a lamb<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">26. Gone skinny dipping</strong><br />27. Run a Marathon<br />28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">29. Seen a total eclipse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">30. Watched a sunrise or sunset</span></strong><br />31. Hit a home run<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">32. Been on a cruise</strong><br />33. Seen Niagara Falls in person<br />34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors<br />35. Seen an Amish community<br />36. Taught yourself a new language<br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (<span style="font-style: italic;">Except that I (Tammy) still don't have bedroom furniture--but I'm happy enough!</span>)</strong><br />38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<br />39. Gone rock climbing<br />40. Seen Michelangelo’s David<br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">41. Sung karaoke</strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</span><br />43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant<br />44. Visited Africa<br />45. Walked on a beach by moonlight<br />46. Been transported in an ambulance<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">47. Had your portrait painted</strong><br />48. Gone deep sea fishing<br />49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<br />50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">52. Kissed in the rain--(<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm usually too mad because the only time I'm outside in the rain is when we're camping! TS</span>)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">53. Played in the mud</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">54. Gone to a drive-in theater </span></strong><br />55. Been in a movie or on a TV show<br />56. Visited the Great Wall of China<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">57. Started a business</strong><br />58. Had an encounter with a wild animal<br />59. Visited Russia<br />60. Served at a soup kitchen<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies</strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">62. Gone whale watching</span><br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">63. Got flowers for no reason</strong><br />6<span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma</span><br />65. Gone sky diving<br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp</strong><br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">67. Bounced a check--(<span style="font-style: italic;">It was a tithing check in college! TS</span>)</strong><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">68. Flown in a helicopter</span><br />69. Saved a favorite childhood toy<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial</span><br />71. Eaten Caviar<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">72. Pieced a quilt</span><br />73. Stood in Times Square</strong><br />74. Toured the Everglades<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">75. Been fired from a job</strong><br />76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">77. Broken a bone<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">78. Been on a speeding motorcycle</span></strong><br />79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person<br />80. Published a book<br />81. Visited the Vatican<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">82. Bought a brand new car</span><br />83. Walked in Jerusalem<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">84. Had your picture in the newspaper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">85. Read the entire Bible</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">86. Visited the White House</span></strong><br />87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating<br /><strong style="font-weight: bold;">88. Had chickenpox</strong><br />89. Saved someone’s life<br />90. Sat on a jury<br />91. Met someone famous<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">92. Joined a book club</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">93. Lost a loved one</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">94. Had a baby</span></strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">95. Seen the Alamo in person</span><br />96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake<br />97. Been involved in a law suit<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">98. Owned a cell phone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">99. Been stung by a bee</span></strong><br />100. Taken a martial arts class<br /><br />Now it's your turn! I'd love to see it on your blog!</p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-22717703567601256992008-12-21T20:52:00.001-08:002008-12-21T22:08:16.376-08:00CancunWhen Steve and I got married 14 years ago, we went the "budget" route when it came to our honeymoon. We didn't have a penny to our name! We used free airline tickets I'd won on the radio to fly to LA where my Grandma Andrew and Uncle Joel and Aunt Mary Lou lived. Grandma paid for us to go to Disneyland, and we stayed in Joel and Mary Lou's "honeymoon suite" in their house. (Thanks for helping us out, Joel and Mary Lou!) We promised ourselves that one day, we'd go on a second honeymoon to a romantic location.<br /><br />So, when our friend, Kirk, proposed that we surprise his wife by going with them to Cancun to celebrate her 40th birthday, we didn't hesitate! It was Steve's birthday that week, too. We surprised Nannette at the airport with birthday hats and buttons that said, "It's My Birthday!" Our friend, Brian, was celebrating his 40th birthday, too.<br /><br />On the airplane, we realized that other than flying to LA on our honeymoon, we'd never flown without the kids anywhere. I actually enjoyed the flight!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3IEesltXFewq8rcj0_wnCt6CdTYFi_6UJ48McQnRrloqYQW_y6JIBEc5izBBZebqJkeJaT3-I-YH_ZPJMgwnrEg5jrcQaIzmqA0wZsjQuL04zly2YCw5ufbq7zKuKGOS4CyxwSbJcBri/s1600-h/Cancun_108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3IEesltXFewq8rcj0_wnCt6CdTYFi_6UJ48McQnRrloqYQW_y6JIBEc5izBBZebqJkeJaT3-I-YH_ZPJMgwnrEg5jrcQaIzmqA0wZsjQuL04zly2YCw5ufbq7zKuKGOS4CyxwSbJcBri/s400/Cancun_108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282474186818908930" border="0" /></a>Steve's mom and sister, Shari, came out for the week and watched our kids. (Thanks again!) The kids had a wonderful time with Grandma! (In fact when we came back, Sophie came and gave me a quick hug, then ran back to Grandma!)<br /><br />We met our friends, Eric and Minnette, at the airport in Cancun. We spent our first day with them, after which they had to leave to go home. Eric served his mission in Cancun, so it was great to have him there as our personal tour guide and chauffeur. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-z3vHP4FzZtKfgWWBWZEVnO_JIPzYatF5L2CRRWQ7Vbee53-6B8grPbFHugHfJ0GVvzuGa2kEodUD46ymKtuve0JT107NtFqPvTAU-odtt8HgaMFRpaQhkgLma9w2IzkVwAySC7vnRL1/s1600-h/Cancun_EkBalam_224.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-z3vHP4FzZtKfgWWBWZEVnO_JIPzYatF5L2CRRWQ7Vbee53-6B8grPbFHugHfJ0GVvzuGa2kEodUD46ymKtuve0JT107NtFqPvTAU-odtt8HgaMFRpaQhkgLma9w2IzkVwAySC7vnRL1/s400/Cancun_EkBalam_224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282474204970926178" border="0" /></a>Plus it was wonderful to spend some time with them. They drove us to some Mayan ruins at Ek-Balam where we got our exercise in climbing up and down all of the ruins. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio13h8c5BqK6ycL8wx1y7EaMGy58ln7VDeHigI0omgo1WHSeWMG4Fysl4YjHxgv1avi7yyC7g0wxEhgukKHaRmbqXjTC3crwmq9o1kDegxZhdvRvkqS4Kymugt2YrhRBN2Dj4q59v3_eVf/s1600-h/Cancun_EkBalam_150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio13h8c5BqK6ycL8wx1y7EaMGy58ln7VDeHigI0omgo1WHSeWMG4Fysl4YjHxgv1avi7yyC7g0wxEhgukKHaRmbqXjTC3crwmq9o1kDegxZhdvRvkqS4Kymugt2YrhRBN2Dj4q59v3_eVf/s400/Cancun_EkBalam_150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282474200735649618" border="0" /></a>There were some amazing views from the highest points.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIbsMtSqbGRRWv4S7J8RqyYpX5WOrGLf8GWTppPtzY9HksQIIDEiZc8oEFkuf6rADCaoJFLbEcx0i4oJyb3DMoWpyu21rJzJoIxgxsJF5-qpwLAHf1YvSvZW4AZtx_8wInfigI5gO7AqE/s1600-h/Cancun_EkBalam_228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIbsMtSqbGRRWv4S7J8RqyYpX5WOrGLf8GWTppPtzY9HksQIIDEiZc8oEFkuf6rADCaoJFLbEcx0i4oJyb3DMoWpyu21rJzJoIxgxsJF5-qpwLAHf1YvSvZW4AZtx_8wInfigI5gO7AqE/s400/Cancun_EkBalam_228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282475990732823586" border="0" /></a>We stayed at the Cancun Palace, an all-inclusive resort. The package we bought included tours, snorkeling, food, and drinks. There was so much to do! The first day after Eric and Minnette left, we went snorkeling. Steve liked the water so much that he also went scuba diving. (I stayed behind to get a massage.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzcI1OnzUqiBFKxq9rAKgJDB3-UN2vL8n4gwMHZTI0mt66dfrGzPF-nGjsSDSYV6s8z-5yadsk_RK9VE087cNuJ4C8YgzBc0Ap48lNn_s75nQHZ_KVbrrXwwBYrwmHboSz3AbBSjb4rGN/s1600-h/Cancun_Paradise+Beach_268.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzcI1OnzUqiBFKxq9rAKgJDB3-UN2vL8n4gwMHZTI0mt66dfrGzPF-nGjsSDSYV6s8z-5yadsk_RK9VE087cNuJ4C8YgzBc0Ap48lNn_s75nQHZ_KVbrrXwwBYrwmHboSz3AbBSjb4rGN/s400/Cancun_Paradise+Beach_268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476016087345858" border="0" /></a>The food there was too good--we ate way too much! They even had Nutella at the breakfast bar every morning. (Nutella was one of the main causes of my 30 pound weight gain on my mission! And I'm sure it contributed to my 5 pound weight gain on this trip!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtzQnwJQ7bISgRNe7y1_J8Di1qz8hw_bqurGt8c7B8zTWBZjHsswc7zC3UqaegiN6xVNqgK5LMN5o-pTgz0b0vC_7tZJ7VhTyKqXPojQuP1Gxn62AX43yp5u7phiInvFY5pwFZxkDk_JU/s1600-h/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtzQnwJQ7bISgRNe7y1_J8Di1qz8hw_bqurGt8c7B8zTWBZjHsswc7zC3UqaegiN6xVNqgK5LMN5o-pTgz0b0vC_7tZJ7VhTyKqXPojQuP1Gxn62AX43yp5u7phiInvFY5pwFZxkDk_JU/s400/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282475999250838930" border="0" /></a>One of my favorite places we went was Tulum. Tulum is a group of Mayan ruins that's built right against the beach. It was absolutely beautiful!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezjsCclCU1sQnjpZiC0TVzGI_WaC-bSTeIWeI7I-xahau4w56m9YGZp_RFVCRUBTnFmlK03c2zzCOs62juZl4B2a9jqVGZGvAdhufzkrJPbXVoVjjptQmQ1YH5-GQtl5cop7ovGqymoVO/s1600-h/Cancun_Tulum_065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezjsCclCU1sQnjpZiC0TVzGI_WaC-bSTeIWeI7I-xahau4w56m9YGZp_RFVCRUBTnFmlK03c2zzCOs62juZl4B2a9jqVGZGvAdhufzkrJPbXVoVjjptQmQ1YH5-GQtl5cop7ovGqymoVO/s400/Cancun_Tulum_065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477716130858274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCJj9jcIb6Mywy2WEbiO_jqzO_9CPhE-5DsV0BDeHUY4Qav5xxgv4dd3994oMtI7zqNg5a7Fc6Db8UsQbVUg6H7Axtbam6HH4zk71Y4Ypz_osenkoq14WKa32XJdaVIwvBmwsQjMnD2Ax/s1600-h/Cancun_Tulum_061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCJj9jcIb6Mywy2WEbiO_jqzO_9CPhE-5DsV0BDeHUY4Qav5xxgv4dd3994oMtI7zqNg5a7Fc6Db8UsQbVUg6H7Axtbam6HH4zk71Y4Ypz_osenkoq14WKa32XJdaVIwvBmwsQjMnD2Ax/s400/Cancun_Tulum_061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477700391993074" border="0" /></a>Here's Steve on a wall leading into Tulum. I told him to pretend he was Samuel the Lamanite. He's not as dramatic as my boys would have been!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMoBqknDZ7SDBkCfVhPcam8sFqZ5ZYnr9h6ZfcqptrmdJ0Zm_5_KAYYC8QadN4tXCqfk4DouYK6CfDPfybf8ofv1aijQZ-RrG-yXJtBwMRsB1Ijt7OX77pycs9UJT8bFNZ0yD6m9x6KM0/s1600-h/Cancun_Tulum_037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMoBqknDZ7SDBkCfVhPcam8sFqZ5ZYnr9h6ZfcqptrmdJ0Zm_5_KAYYC8QadN4tXCqfk4DouYK6CfDPfybf8ofv1aijQZ-RrG-yXJtBwMRsB1Ijt7OX77pycs9UJT8bFNZ0yD6m9x6KM0/s400/Cancun_Tulum_037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476019595310146" border="0" /></a>One night, we got together with the other couples who also went to Cancun to celebrate Brian and Nannette's 40th birthdays. Steve helped design the shirts we wore with Brian and Nannette's faces on them. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QAeldL5baQNmlcfcQCHy45AiKgCvop8k7MFSGqPM_IUwYs4uoorLx13hAOIwPKJTY4mu9antq25a5MtOlv2sW-low06XK_GonGY_SpiQc03lJ6oEEPBgWj2dIYAi8R6xiC3MxO_RDEAb/s1600-h/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QAeldL5baQNmlcfcQCHy45AiKgCvop8k7MFSGqPM_IUwYs4uoorLx13hAOIwPKJTY4mu9antq25a5MtOlv2sW-low06XK_GonGY_SpiQc03lJ6oEEPBgWj2dIYAi8R6xiC3MxO_RDEAb/s400/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485739532840514" border="0" /></a>As you can see, we didn't need the alcohol everybody kept trying to serve us to have a crazy time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLbKraltudVE-je_PeIzN7Gl5iiA1aDh4jaWzaUb766TRGVh06EWN4xGr0I7075kGE5UZxqnfx381gxHC8MRuR-Jz6bhTi6yQIGqERMGN4pu9khJtwVB_Ew0XixBU3THLGtCmgY45jgqb/s1600-h/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_147.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLbKraltudVE-je_PeIzN7Gl5iiA1aDh4jaWzaUb766TRGVh06EWN4xGr0I7075kGE5UZxqnfx381gxHC8MRuR-Jz6bhTi6yQIGqERMGN4pu9khJtwVB_Ew0XixBU3THLGtCmgY45jgqb/s400/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477725616714546" border="0" /></a>Another night, we had another birthday dinner--this time for Steve. Happy Birthday, Steve!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbGo6zqxI4XEwGQAOY2JDEwI70OMV7DRN1VAdpjfkeIr59rar5F5pYrVsd0KentdKKt9Khu5onGm8MwxweJPKSBl0wAEkeGZXRLEZkC3JkPRCrbKuGsDpQiyuw7iaAk8Rzp_Y6PMSxQeJ/s1600-h/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbGo6zqxI4XEwGQAOY2JDEwI70OMV7DRN1VAdpjfkeIr59rar5F5pYrVsd0KentdKKt9Khu5onGm8MwxweJPKSBl0wAEkeGZXRLEZkC3JkPRCrbKuGsDpQiyuw7iaAk8Rzp_Y6PMSxQeJ/s400/Cancun_Palace+Hotel_185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476010200318514" border="0" /></a>On our last full day, we went to Isla Mujeros. It is a little island near Cancun where we went shopping <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRU-StVo6TU7iBb5IDdGUx-f9ll6QceMcf36odt9f3stQmKUlFdChtnDlTzFyJy2v2NbsJqLaxSZKVO9sKNpxJYfxBokXEmFFSPDfsLDHeCfvLmPBHLTUjX5TnnCQ65CNmwSNHx-Ulrsp/s1600-h/Cancun_IslaMujeres_168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRU-StVo6TU7iBb5IDdGUx-f9ll6QceMcf36odt9f3stQmKUlFdChtnDlTzFyJy2v2NbsJqLaxSZKVO9sKNpxJYfxBokXEmFFSPDfsLDHeCfvLmPBHLTUjX5TnnCQ65CNmwSNHx-Ulrsp/s400/Cancun_IslaMujeres_168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282474215422596242" border="0" /></a>and Steve went scuba diving again while I sat in the sun by the pool, listening to Christmas music. It just didn't feel like Christmas!<br /><br />The last day before we got on the plane, I went down to the beach to lie in the sun. I don't know when the next time will be that I'll see it again!<br /><br />Now it feels like Christmas. When we got home, there was snow on the ground. The kids had half-days Monday and Tuesday while we were gone and again on Wednesday. They cancelled school, altogether, on Thursay and Friday. Now there's almost a foot of snow! Now I feel bad for complaining about the 70 degree weather we had in Cancun the first couple of days we were there! I'd take that over 20 degree weather any day. But at least it feels like Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWTty5oIpb0DMpc99yHp8iukNzK0v5ddmsil3bW82I60X3WdueD4mleR2IlIPXK8i3cVLB-FHPqmvDuKwBPyDSh55vyLTi_XnfBBDC4qPup_q_HSl4lYUyAn6D0kSgiHA0bdDIZoaIDdN/s1600-h/P1010893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWTty5oIpb0DMpc99yHp8iukNzK0v5ddmsil3bW82I60X3WdueD4mleR2IlIPXK8i3cVLB-FHPqmvDuKwBPyDSh55vyLTi_XnfBBDC4qPup_q_HSl4lYUyAn6D0kSgiHA0bdDIZoaIDdN/s400/P1010893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282488983175967970" border="0" /></a>One day we're lying at the beach, the next, we're sledding with the kids! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeSS59cUM0Rwg-toiHfPotQHFoJRcxg5ykmyImnDcylv16kQcbWUdiek1PcNcderUCO2TnmLw5JTbzAa2T9DE02OkRdZQfbjLK96EmWeoSbw90mdRiE5T-UvUhDt5XeQj-AU2LIgwDfch/s1600-h/P1010916.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeSS59cUM0Rwg-toiHfPotQHFoJRcxg5ykmyImnDcylv16kQcbWUdiek1PcNcderUCO2TnmLw5JTbzAa2T9DE02OkRdZQfbjLK96EmWeoSbw90mdRiE5T-UvUhDt5XeQj-AU2LIgwDfch/s400/P1010916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282489000131192498" border="0" /></a>Merry Christmas everyone!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-62593838042075218252008-11-21T15:01:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:01:14.069-08:00Bowling for Turkeys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6CWH5qVAlmQyrFthlm3mGjBDtj2M05yNBWGOeDMCr8TPDSbTgr7rTvu6SIEWhLP4PJR0-mpgmQUZ8MIYbYWNs0RnkEXLZn4Rtins2ywebfFyxkNANr76W4M5KS96fQdIvqp58qaBoS9/s1600-h/turkey.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6CWH5qVAlmQyrFthlm3mGjBDtj2M05yNBWGOeDMCr8TPDSbTgr7rTvu6SIEWhLP4PJR0-mpgmQUZ8MIYbYWNs0RnkEXLZn4Rtins2ywebfFyxkNANr76W4M5KS96fQdIvqp58qaBoS9/s400/turkey.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342437987103250" border="0" /></a>Ben's school had a "turkey bowl" in conjunction with their book fair last night. The principal brought his Wii and the kids got to try to win a Thanksgiving turkey by bowling 3 strikes in a row. They had 5 frames in which they could try to get 3 strikes.<br /><br />For the last few days, my kids have all begged me to let them practice on our Wii. Normally, I wouldn't allow video games during the school week, but since they only have to go to school 1/2 days because of teachers conferences (and since I hoped that by practicing they would WIN a turkey,) I gave in and let them practice after school.<br /><br />The kids really had their hopes up that they could win one for the family. We've been trying to find ways of saving money so we can afford to go to Disneyland in February, and have been recording our efforts at saving money on the refrigerator. Each of the kids wanted to be the one to write down $15 on our Disneyland chart on the fridge!<br /><br />Ben was the first from our kids to bowl. We were so excited when he bowled a STRIKE and then another STRIKE, and then were bummed when knocked 8 pins down. But then he bowled another STRIKE, and then he knocked 9 pins down. And then, he bowled <span style="font-style: italic;">another</span> STRIKE, and then knocked down 8 pins. So, he bowled a great game, but didn't win the turkey. He was pretty sad. But the principal wrote down Ben's score and the rest of us tried our luck.<br /><br />None of the rest of us won the turkey either. . . But that's not the end of the story. As I came out of the grocery store (where there's no cell reception) today, I called Steve. He said, "I hope you didn't buy a turkey!" I said, "That's the whole reason I went to the store--it has to start thawing!" He said, "Ben won a turkey!"<br /><br />So, Ben ended up with one of the high scores of the night, and because they had extra turkeys left over, he won one. I only wish I could have been there to see Ben trudging up the hill from the bus with his 15 pound turkey and huge grin on his face! When I got home from the store, I took a picture of our provider, Ben! Way to go, Ben! (His favorite part, I'm sure, was being able to say, "See, Mom, playing video games pays off!")<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FYySgO3YFjeCebIAVbHl2ssUX5OKTVRZ1Y3_o17P4DAKVvbxbJ6fXyfeJ0pbRqYNr7XK6i7piXgz7_-yw87P3hkP3P5cufMATjNOZAannj9rw9aakN4l5nChUXWHs6xEmuTvMpY8wMo2/s1600-h/November+2008+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FYySgO3YFjeCebIAVbHl2ssUX5OKTVRZ1Y3_o17P4DAKVvbxbJ6fXyfeJ0pbRqYNr7XK6i7piXgz7_-yw87P3hkP3P5cufMATjNOZAannj9rw9aakN4l5nChUXWHs6xEmuTvMpY8wMo2/s400/November+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271258043849636098" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-10740790492657213382008-11-16T16:15:00.000-08:002008-11-16T17:13:53.809-08:00Congratulations, Shannon and Brent and Allison!Last weekend, we had a wonderful trip to Portland to attend my younger brother, Brent's, wedding, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIRqTdxo7iH90VL7Dv_MZcj6JwYSRNNl2tkr4tvmJX9HVnRk_1qLMvDgMzqIoXlt3r-0HOWy1xMDbbERPtk8NFBnup4CsUz9ppHCJwAxfHqP0ACWq3UTOtwCITeTPdCjoOmye6sYnRhCw/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIRqTdxo7iH90VL7Dv_MZcj6JwYSRNNl2tkr4tvmJX9HVnRk_1qLMvDgMzqIoXlt3r-0HOWy1xMDbbERPtk8NFBnup4CsUz9ppHCJwAxfHqP0ACWq3UTOtwCITeTPdCjoOmye6sYnRhCw/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269419257718408914" border="0" /></a>and to be in Portland for my "baby" sister, Shannon, as she went through the temple for the first time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2RSlsRbwAPTC_kP8bqaX03-Z5x4VhCoLLff0WBx8aDMZaN-A2MHtZy5JVs7aZ94K5TcYWIWz_eWt1myEsTe0uQuQwAWDTQo-l4Cikk_rQ8gwRe5Uo94MqhNayL_ODr9j1LRF6CLiJ6fe/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2RSlsRbwAPTC_kP8bqaX03-Z5x4VhCoLLff0WBx8aDMZaN-A2MHtZy5JVs7aZ94K5TcYWIWz_eWt1myEsTe0uQuQwAWDTQo-l4Cikk_rQ8gwRe5Uo94MqhNayL_ODr9j1LRF6CLiJ6fe/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269419254124890626" border="0" /></a>We are so happy for all of them! It was amazing to be together with all of my brothers and sisters and Mom, Dad, Grandma, and aunts and uncle. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe-ihUv30jBWT2vvMSlM2kpHXz8yq3jqFzWbxkg_7G07viqLbUuvGo6sIsG1edXQpTv6KlENubDBE00MFx-hks_FHamrg5T7Syh8PaUpkITI6pw38aPfGarcm8678hOvi6uKbK3Djn86B/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe-ihUv30jBWT2vvMSlM2kpHXz8yq3jqFzWbxkg_7G07viqLbUuvGo6sIsG1edXQpTv6KlENubDBE00MFx-hks_FHamrg5T7Syh8PaUpkITI6pw38aPfGarcm8678hOvi6uKbK3Djn86B/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269419264966897970" border="0" /></a>I just wish it could have lasted longer!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfLXbUSyAwFX0EAaccNg8BgBshVzsVE5TnFq1NQAZ4uXKQn2Dz7XVbWZmy8NNDTSb3JIGsUCNq6qA5lLdqJ7AjwZZfeRNz6M-v5ITEbHak8GZp3XVifPRzx4nB0TH8oTS9u5cNdli3AJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfLXbUSyAwFX0EAaccNg8BgBshVzsVE5TnFq1NQAZ4uXKQn2Dz7XVbWZmy8NNDTSb3JIGsUCNq6qA5lLdqJ7AjwZZfeRNz6M-v5ITEbHak8GZp3XVifPRzx4nB0TH8oTS9u5cNdli3AJ8/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269420256345967282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6wU-fhBitEFQtOP7enIWj_zC8XYdazNc-BOtgeUPEZk1-nW9JpNf2N_1t9zEVRcA2D8rUBNs_kstiBaWRw43tH6f-erl0Z006Axkz-yB-Bhos-L9VFn8QvYtwEinPY91kZ5BNWHfPXoD/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6wU-fhBitEFQtOP7enIWj_zC8XYdazNc-BOtgeUPEZk1-nW9JpNf2N_1t9zEVRcA2D8rUBNs_kstiBaWRw43tH6f-erl0Z006Axkz-yB-Bhos-L9VFn8QvYtwEinPY91kZ5BNWHfPXoD/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269420263092857554" border="0" /></a>Thanks to my brother-in-law, David, we now have some family pictures. We hadn't taken any "official" family pictures since Kristy's wedding 7 1/2 years ago! We need to do a little Photoshop/cropping work before we actually print off a picture to put hang on the walls, but here are a couple of our favorites: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGu1k_G4OYsFwynLCHTTMmza4NFS8a-jUP1PIkNQgd5V3Dk9F9mO_8SOJh6D8MO5LqcohoMyXiDJDLsRoKsYnDyWg_RguNNoP46_Cp2V8UShMCRwfnaAoIgQhAyiklPKQFATj8CpqfaCVG/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGu1k_G4OYsFwynLCHTTMmza4NFS8a-jUP1PIkNQgd5V3Dk9F9mO_8SOJh6D8MO5LqcohoMyXiDJDLsRoKsYnDyWg_RguNNoP46_Cp2V8UShMCRwfnaAoIgQhAyiklPKQFATj8CpqfaCVG/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269420241997789394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxo-7Xz9WwhGeYnPoFrJ7vPAXe928k77LEq67NOFjLT-xVTFoNzyn0CbDjgqb3SgtNI15yD0RYYxvOR5qcMF8J-YaNPx5I81anvzR59EmGOEatFcpYVVMTqmD4pNba8vr2OudVWxyaK7/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxo-7Xz9WwhGeYnPoFrJ7vPAXe928k77LEq67NOFjLT-xVTFoNzyn0CbDjgqb3SgtNI15yD0RYYxvOR5qcMF8J-YaNPx5I81anvzR59EmGOEatFcpYVVMTqmD4pNba8vr2OudVWxyaK7/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269419288519049234" border="0" /></a>The kids had fun over the weekend. Ben's favorite part of the day was the wedding luncheon all-you-can-eat buffet after the wedding! Here's the before shot:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihulxp7pdwd6AY6ERDM5CXB1u-fdfBcq3KYnn6Ta8tlPERJnpbDXoKKETBpxWyRQGic_HycF5dawuiKuv-jRxva0bRSGhsNNtNFEMSlE_wqaHrA0VmX-lOb36HWnj4R6S9e0NDm_zjLOF_/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihulxp7pdwd6AY6ERDM5CXB1u-fdfBcq3KYnn6Ta8tlPERJnpbDXoKKETBpxWyRQGic_HycF5dawuiKuv-jRxva0bRSGhsNNtNFEMSlE_wqaHrA0VmX-lOb36HWnj4R6S9e0NDm_zjLOF_/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269423302955040770" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And here's after:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GjQN3A7UxJvoAgmI-wxJaX_CzW190HSyfbg6BW3K6weL79pxFsQQH6teSKORaBVhAttYFRHfWFf8KZVwDqC7F6QAUQOonm0DCjP6rXepu1LidiXTm_x2zRHCZRCgnHjn-Cwb4_C9L2vz/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GjQN3A7UxJvoAgmI-wxJaX_CzW190HSyfbg6BW3K6weL79pxFsQQH6teSKORaBVhAttYFRHfWFf8KZVwDqC7F6QAUQOonm0DCjP6rXepu1LidiXTm_x2zRHCZRCgnHjn-Cwb4_C9L2vz/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269425369844072722" border="0" /></a>He was so full that at the reception that night, he was too full to eat the wedding cake!<br />The kids had fun swimming in the hotel pool,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk0j1KxyKQyAhQlgYB4YG0YSyfFSmYG5EK5N2Nj_i6az-eKVlFdDjbiEQkNLCtly6XO4M9CpommqPOPRxb1biFwctc0En-jbWr2312bG0lg1IdT314aY3IEK1Kc02Jux1YRHXX2nHlZXu/s1600-h/P1010473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk0j1KxyKQyAhQlgYB4YG0YSyfFSmYG5EK5N2Nj_i6az-eKVlFdDjbiEQkNLCtly6XO4M9CpommqPOPRxb1biFwctc0En-jbWr2312bG0lg1IdT314aY3IEK1Kc02Jux1YRHXX2nHlZXu/s400/P1010473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269425387566958882" border="0" /></a> and Rachel had fun playing with her little cousin, Aimee. (This picture's taken at the wedding luncheon--notice Ben in the background stretching to fit more in!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2pWNGtdkhlogvqXBV7wSLrhmQ-A8eF8Qete-CXEFxabfprK4hzTJGA7CxPkTwlJ26nrSVCFpJ4SC4NNJ4XU2NIzTuGUArQyFPun1H-fI9EJF2DxlTbTI2AS5VIX14Ff_8Q8NXIENgyTT/s1600-h/DSC_0300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2pWNGtdkhlogvqXBV7wSLrhmQ-A8eF8Qete-CXEFxabfprK4hzTJGA7CxPkTwlJ26nrSVCFpJ4SC4NNJ4XU2NIzTuGUArQyFPun1H-fI9EJF2DxlTbTI2AS5VIX14Ff_8Q8NXIENgyTT/s400/DSC_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269427970966000242" border="0" /></a></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-74860901962766532732008-10-31T20:52:00.001-07:002008-10-31T21:27:12.797-07:00Trick or TreatHappy Halloween, again! Here are the pictures of the kids. . .<br /><br />Rachel was a cheerleader.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0mKTLcBxgbN-DMcshEblbbVOK6HZqqL8j6n9I0NuwpRrSXklsxuglFH-x448_6zq4MslOfreoMerNAisjoz4hPLP35-fI4pAP_RinWYNgV3TZ_lqqk-_qRQbVgYCSPCs9b2egxT2Qd3D/s1600-h/October+2008+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0mKTLcBxgbN-DMcshEblbbVOK6HZqqL8j6n9I0NuwpRrSXklsxuglFH-x448_6zq4MslOfreoMerNAisjoz4hPLP35-fI4pAP_RinWYNgV3TZ_lqqk-_qRQbVgYCSPCs9b2egxT2Qd3D/s400/October+2008+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533953007356146" border="0" /></a>Ben was Luigi from the Mario games.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAms5c4xizC-WSLnclrs6AeQ9SmMiCxrxiEvU9TyYZOJ5D804dyv4CrwnUpbUlkDpvPw3wvLiWgo2X1H1Oyrd_wvH8HpRlbHcTBhrifmZO-KT0lxADPIdS8SrAqtbSoBNzgzN5pHpzYch/s1600-h/October+2008+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAms5c4xizC-WSLnclrs6AeQ9SmMiCxrxiEvU9TyYZOJ5D804dyv4CrwnUpbUlkDpvPw3wvLiWgo2X1H1Oyrd_wvH8HpRlbHcTBhrifmZO-KT0lxADPIdS8SrAqtbSoBNzgzN5pHpzYch/s400/October+2008+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533963741407074" border="0" /></a>Steven was the Emperor, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palpatine">Darth Sidius</a>, from Star Wars.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINL6SkoXsIHTYontB7Gl13kXJkRNIT8XjGJ4hd7_G6cGKKPZgFoPy9S_cNarvGXnrnFcaJ-2kWOa-y6qe2XPfKjazNz1y_OZG0DsW4QBf80KOB3mrN8SDeXxxk8YzQYZBw_6g0pcCBu_f/s1600-h/October+2008+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINL6SkoXsIHTYontB7Gl13kXJkRNIT8XjGJ4hd7_G6cGKKPZgFoPy9S_cNarvGXnrnFcaJ-2kWOa-y6qe2XPfKjazNz1y_OZG0DsW4QBf80KOB3mrN8SDeXxxk8YzQYZBw_6g0pcCBu_f/s400/October+2008+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533967330767762" border="0" /></a>And Sophie was a princess. Grandma Packer had made this cute outfit for Rachel, and Sophie's fallen in love with it! She was a little hesitant about trick or treating at first . . . until we got to the first door and they gave her candy! We had practiced saying "Trick or Treat," but of course when it came time to say it, she just ducked her head into my leg. But after each house, she said, "More house? That house!" and we'd go on. (We went to 6 houses!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjzzpWxpEgWW-tcisK5d6CvgkOZ280H3zaoo5GxXMYxfMdQ3kN9S1fFZVx7OhERdEyRAJYeDFS84scDe-cDq0Dgnj14olOc5rDQppd5nhYIwxkDmuShhhHt8xBysjrwWa84mT51Xvt7xT/s1600-h/October+2008+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjzzpWxpEgWW-tcisK5d6CvgkOZ280H3zaoo5GxXMYxfMdQ3kN9S1fFZVx7OhERdEyRAJYeDFS84scDe-cDq0Dgnj14olOc5rDQppd5nhYIwxkDmuShhhHt8xBysjrwWa84mT51Xvt7xT/s400/October+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533973774908674" border="0" /></a>I took this video with the camera after we got back and she was eating her candy. If you listen carefully to the video clip, you can hear her say "Trick or Treat." It's a little dark because we were in a room with low light, but she's still so cute. Her mouth was stuffed so full of M&M's at the beginning of the clip that she couldn't talk!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwBXg0JapPkuD-FSZ_hv-MNGvyGnjQ0WR4YRdKrMo-DZIwgpD75jw_J3uBVbfa_oDkH5P2ETFKdbZkVaWbNJg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Happy Halloween!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-15321993586559538202008-10-30T21:04:00.000-07:002008-10-31T21:32:48.572-07:00Nerd Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2tTtFtuCGbLHAKV9L3LOiDTLez-feKE28xkCeh3Zcy7D3UUvWDj9i3h29BSxoXHc6aUTHELCYHTun_zBbHpSf2SD0x-XDH48eyw1Jjhe8GLAyG3j6rel8jnZoa9zIZ8HuB_hLhI6cmsz/s1600-h/October+2008+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2tTtFtuCGbLHAKV9L3LOiDTLez-feKE28xkCeh3Zcy7D3UUvWDj9i3h29BSxoXHc6aUTHELCYHTun_zBbHpSf2SD0x-XDH48eyw1Jjhe8GLAyG3j6rel8jnZoa9zIZ8HuB_hLhI6cmsz/s400/October+2008+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263165740265615266" border="0" /></a>Today was "Nerd" Day at Steven's school. I haven't seen him this excited in, well, forever! He put this "costume" together by himself.<br /><br />By the way, I learned there's a difference between a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd">nerd</a> and a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geek">geek</a>. Steve (dad) prides himself in being a geek--a geek is a good thing. Steven is just as proud of his geekdom! He loves Star Wars, playing his trombone, reading Lord of the Rings, and playing video games--which is pretty much the definition of a geek. A nerd is something you don't want to be. Socially backward and alone in the world. In this picture, Steven is a nerd. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdclcvNmo_0TMEd9bZJHUEBm3BmO2-0Own5Wx5CQCax5ThLKbe1xm-UsUI1qJbf1P0VYJake5e2k0zxxXHJhByyd3iwZGbNcgeQR2x39N_TtfIPXoNt8cPMtgc5CCOgN6EhQxiWwgexdq0/s1600-h/October+2008+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdclcvNmo_0TMEd9bZJHUEBm3BmO2-0Own5Wx5CQCax5ThLKbe1xm-UsUI1qJbf1P0VYJake5e2k0zxxXHJhByyd3iwZGbNcgeQR2x39N_TtfIPXoNt8cPMtgc5CCOgN6EhQxiWwgexdq0/s400/October+2008+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263165742253626658" border="0" /></a> When he wears his Star Wars shirts, he's a geek. (And proud of it!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq8zlywI9kMXq7xsYRhaME-MTClwWbnBMnpdCP4HrAv0uaqoRtx-YMoU1AfgposJuo96LvEXx1PoTTEOR1eaX7S0HDhFAqzwoLTPfzcsP5yFz06CiYT05HfDLGyZWsiZ8Lw6fib6TzqOp/s1600-h/September+2008+171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq8zlywI9kMXq7xsYRhaME-MTClwWbnBMnpdCP4HrAv0uaqoRtx-YMoU1AfgposJuo96LvEXx1PoTTEOR1eaX7S0HDhFAqzwoLTPfzcsP5yFz06CiYT05HfDLGyZWsiZ8Lw6fib6TzqOp/s400/September+2008+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166357271776642" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-38088083291105327012008-10-30T19:40:00.000-07:002008-10-30T20:36:34.571-07:00Happy Halloween Eve!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBNDMtCNlXyfYTOg0A6fU_i0I2CRiY_KrFOgD2Ldm5I91_1QU9nrKw_wfRfJDEiwFWeBF7TWqZ5FfdIUY9PyfUYs099bTOHNa3t0Iz_Vj1sQMAGpxJTmoQthOfmlRDdx3iE8LrvW7Tsym/s1600-h/October+2008+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBNDMtCNlXyfYTOg0A6fU_i0I2CRiY_KrFOgD2Ldm5I91_1QU9nrKw_wfRfJDEiwFWeBF7TWqZ5FfdIUY9PyfUYs099bTOHNa3t0Iz_Vj1sQMAGpxJTmoQthOfmlRDdx3iE8LrvW7Tsym/s400/October+2008+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154603582803506" border="0" /></a>OK, so it's not Halloween, yet, but I wanted to get the pictures of the kids carving their pumpkins. This was the first year they carved them almost totally by themselves.<br /><br />Steve sat back and watched. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkU6-kPqc84GMfKvDbDxoHMO2DNC6RAbL9SiQOnFlms7B-Fs73ClLeW-ulAEZBp3Bo865aHqTQK_tollGc5DBLxOSAT_LAygqlJNbx8ilnjGOShIB13Ug_4RDIBlzgwAiBMdPkQ7DiDpl/s1600-h/October+2008+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkU6-kPqc84GMfKvDbDxoHMO2DNC6RAbL9SiQOnFlms7B-Fs73ClLeW-ulAEZBp3Bo865aHqTQK_tollGc5DBLxOSAT_LAygqlJNbx8ilnjGOShIB13Ug_4RDIBlzgwAiBMdPkQ7DiDpl/s400/October+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154631969571954" border="0" /></a>We propped Sophie in front of Dora because we didn't want to deal with the mess!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHa8k0K_LmI4BzSPFdvTcArMzjX6-8oHbpryvEl2ue-_5K-1_ggixv3fzEB1AwXE3L3pFGhykQH73TsocqccMi1iRzMWKgnRNOMqZYlp8xGgJYjIhAE1ZwB1Xw2rmLnjl0Fb12wVkI6cI9/s1600-h/October+2008+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHa8k0K_LmI4BzSPFdvTcArMzjX6-8oHbpryvEl2ue-_5K-1_ggixv3fzEB1AwXE3L3pFGhykQH73TsocqccMi1iRzMWKgnRNOMqZYlp8xGgJYjIhAE1ZwB1Xw2rmLnjl0Fb12wVkI6cI9/s400/October+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155845985678690" border="0" /></a> The kids all came up with their own ideas for their pumpkins.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Wx1CibolanC49C1SCY9-NgHdGnPbluDFVmQCgom0cN9sSwoMqP0GbWorwWfOcd8FjjlVPrJ4D85hhcRBf9LVDlWpzGvGguNQfcOYXkuiqN4PjA9oTxhSAliCyy_otJy11mpKMrXy6uij/s1600-h/October+2008+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Wx1CibolanC49C1SCY9-NgHdGnPbluDFVmQCgom0cN9sSwoMqP0GbWorwWfOcd8FjjlVPrJ4D85hhcRBf9LVDlWpzGvGguNQfcOYXkuiqN4PjA9oTxhSAliCyy_otJy11mpKMrXy6uij/s400/October+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154617002718706" border="0" /></a> Steven even designed his Kirby pumpkin all by himself. (His hair's parted down the middle as a result from "nerd day" at school. He looked awesome! I'll post the pictures tomorrow!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNp6TGkhLXt7m29X-bn6mQAxx_ncw972tXKkiu67ZuSfZYTr0tW0U8yYJybAriEv1ySYKiLZZS21aq30IJsQYazlihWjdIzXq8cd03XgliOZF_2HilXs8NxnVlXLIYEC2z55CftNa4C7n/s1600-h/October+2008+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNp6TGkhLXt7m29X-bn6mQAxx_ncw972tXKkiu67ZuSfZYTr0tW0U8yYJybAriEv1ySYKiLZZS21aq30IJsQYazlihWjdIzXq8cd03XgliOZF_2HilXs8NxnVlXLIYEC2z55CftNa4C7n/s400/October+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154625927099586" border="0" /></a>Ben chose Pikachu (we need to doctor it up a little tomorrow when we have more time.) Rachel carved a butterfly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEuwNezPqpPQEYbE_xxOMnTW-U__aViuKTkz-MEXeEx5ZUgxtNUaIDyFp3_ks5WCAI1PfkD4DYo_jcQhh1GBaJrlfnoFlSYVxVYV_KS44jpJr0T70rphpTJ1VdxOfEqbpUQa8Bg0Vrs70/s1600-h/October+2008+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEuwNezPqpPQEYbE_xxOMnTW-U__aViuKTkz-MEXeEx5ZUgxtNUaIDyFp3_ks5WCAI1PfkD4DYo_jcQhh1GBaJrlfnoFlSYVxVYV_KS44jpJr0T70rphpTJ1VdxOfEqbpUQa8Bg0Vrs70/s400/October+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154611152230914" border="0" /></a>While we were waiting for the boys, Rachel and I made pumpkin seeds. (Kristy, I thought of you the entire time--yum! yum! She's about the same age you were when Sherry shared the laced pumpkin seeds with your class!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZ4OaWXbPkHsMdptb-le1mps06bY2ldfXepozJHLGga9HXJ_4y7Da55fKX7sjsokrij5y_ATqJEfISIr8YdYcsv_rlCIxFBZaewmSK4JSw9hBvv4x5gsi6LwEurYvArokpn66gEomL7cP/s1600-h/October+2008+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZ4OaWXbPkHsMdptb-le1mps06bY2ldfXepozJHLGga9HXJ_4y7Da55fKX7sjsokrij5y_ATqJEfISIr8YdYcsv_rlCIxFBZaewmSK4JSw9hBvv4x5gsi6LwEurYvArokpn66gEomL7cP/s400/October+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155853514299010" border="0" /></a>Have a Happy Halloween tomorrow!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-8969684695680347372008-10-19T20:24:00.000-07:002008-10-19T20:43:34.101-07:00Pretty Princess PinkI got tired of looking at the last post-it was too creepy for my taste, so I have to replace it with something a little cuter. . .We took this picture of Sophie on her birthday. She's such a cutie!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259072303594467202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFyjFbr0n1EJvElxourFVcB5dWrHXurXtZcdQOb1gnI3XF-EM_mfYkP7U3Ic2KJsfw0z2EkbqfrOJUVz8g-eb-Ybl79TQIg2dMRPSFyWMrZPtdPfuDEUlWC52-hEPQDGAVjJL76o1KUkYb/s400/September+2008+236.jpg" border="0" /> Anyway, I just had to post a couple of cute Sophie-isms. We've been trying to teach her how to match the words for the various colors with the correct color. Most of the time when we ask, "Sophie, what color is this?" she replies, "Yellow." Today, I asked her what color her shirt was. She replied, "Yellow." I said, "No, it's pink." She said, "No, pretty princess pink!" What a girl! <br /><br />On another topic, I was surprised to find her diaper dry when I got her out of bed this morning, so I asked her if she wanted to go on the potty chair. She was thrilled when she went potty and got candy. Hopefully, this is the beginning of the end of diapers! <br /><br />Finally, the older kids have been playing hide and seek with Sophie, so she's heard them count. Last night when I asked her how many fingers she had, she counted them out loud, "One, two, four, five, six, eight, nine, ten, lebben." We practiced a little this morning, and she actually got from one to 10 all by herself without any mistakes! I can't believe my baby's growing up!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-67346036247837397672008-10-12T15:37:00.000-07:002008-10-12T15:51:54.479-07:00The Baby We Never HadSo, when we first got engaged, people always wondered what our kids would look like because Steve and I look so different from each other. After having four kids, I've sort of noticed a pattern. . .all of our kids start out with blonde hair and blue/hazel eyes (except for Ben who has brown eyes.)<br /><br />I love each of our kids and their individuality. But I kind of thought with my dominant brown eyed/brown haired genes, that at least one of my babies would have been born with brown hair and brown eyes. Thanks to VW, I get to see what one of our babies would have looked like with brown hair/eyes without going through the pain of child birth! (The first time I tried it, the baby popped up with blonde hair/blue eyes. I resubmitted pictures, and this is the result.)<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256403211589339826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3riosibqHV7s84jFaVKJ-pxlg1IU6iazcsdDGpdHqwls6L8498rztX4wDfJLMEV6NdJBD7wW-yiUIdk3k3tIHX4WblxbwAUFGvZJO9wZlEVxZ82t1uF0Pqszppbool_Z-qy8-LmKjCGQ7/s400/myBaby.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>I'm glad I never had one with dark hair/eyes. This baby just doesn't look like one of ours!</div><div>If you want to make your own baby, here's the link:<br /><a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/">http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/</a></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-63848545748212837842008-09-30T23:02:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:17:41.678-07:00An Answer to Prayer?For the last couple of weeks, we have had family councils, family prayer, FHE, and even a family fast to help us bring more love and unity into our home. Well, to make a long story short, the answer to our prayers came last Thursday when our dishwasher "died."<br /><br />After spending 3 full hours washing dishes by hand on Friday, I told Steve we needed a new dishwasher <span style="font-style: italic;">now</span>! Then I remembered what my mom would say when our dishwasher broke at home. . ."Why do we need a new dishwasher? I have 7 of them that work perfectly fine."<br /><br />So, not wanting to spend another afternoon washing dishes by hand, in my most excited voice over the weekend, I asked, "Who would like to help me wash the dishes?" Ben and Rachel immediately and enthusiastically replied, "ME!" I couldn't believe it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiol2uWewq28c9W3jgCpQvktZz5CzLyv_sxJQ9VEqK5eHm7VQQULVE7sl6yNcxaO-uc2KMw8LmeQEN8LCrx9iexfnEXCOUS_mmyPF68nbYYIMVnQGSibYJh6jlluP4TADLsSkr1F3JkJNPB/s1600-h/September+2008+249.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiol2uWewq28c9W3jgCpQvktZz5CzLyv_sxJQ9VEqK5eHm7VQQULVE7sl6yNcxaO-uc2KMw8LmeQEN8LCrx9iexfnEXCOUS_mmyPF68nbYYIMVnQGSibYJh6jlluP4TADLsSkr1F3JkJNPB/s400/September+2008+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252065138614058674" border="0" /></a>They took turns hand washing and drying the dishes, while joking and laughing as they did it. (These are "real" smiles on their faces! They were having a blast! If only I could get them to do all of their chores this joyfully!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyeQFMFc0oQZebHknSXKj0ZEdr5gwRlUjkvNAul22egKos9gnyH2ulCKzc7C9y_3lgxB_BP98BzI_YQ4GsfYr1lEspJ3F6438GuyNe_BPKmjZIBejwzUlgrWu6FClliMNuMe5VEW4q6TD/s1600-h/September+2008+248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyeQFMFc0oQZebHknSXKj0ZEdr5gwRlUjkvNAul22egKos9gnyH2ulCKzc7C9y_3lgxB_BP98BzI_YQ4GsfYr1lEspJ3F6438GuyNe_BPKmjZIBejwzUlgrWu6FClliMNuMe5VEW4q6TD/s400/September+2008+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252065131394955394" border="0" /></a>The rest of the weekend they spent <span style="font-style: italic;">playing together</span>. What an ironic answer to prayer. Our kids have really cooperated all week as they've washed dishes together. (But "me" of little faith, ordered a new dishwasher, anyway.)Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432124591014616910.post-60280510830682701192008-09-30T22:37:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:26:05.811-07:00Happy Birthday, Sophie!Time is flying by so quickly, I forgot to post the pictures of Sophie's birthday! She turned 2 on September 21st, and we had a little "family" party. We have a tradition of serving breakfast in bed, but we didn't want syrup all over the crib! We actually had waffles for dinner--I had to make something our birthday girl would eat!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hH-_sP_fL7Q31C5F7zvH3poKzFe6Hy0kicYcRmrtcXwe_AyF4g7n0zYzvyaS_7eHkNEiXcbcHVQWW5xp8rRrIK9ot1fELdhZauFJdRjqyNF72mLuNyZBP81Uy9uFxPrsbl29HEJEdaO3/s1600-h/September+2008+193.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hH-_sP_fL7Q31C5F7zvH3poKzFe6Hy0kicYcRmrtcXwe_AyF4g7n0zYzvyaS_7eHkNEiXcbcHVQWW5xp8rRrIK9ot1fELdhZauFJdRjqyNF72mLuNyZBP81Uy9uFxPrsbl29HEJEdaO3/s400/September+2008+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057207153824450" border="0" /></a>She is such a girlie girl! She was so excited to get new clothes:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_EU1vLGzBSJBK_INsMewyjoEaGYco2t8UAfLXib88wd6UanyBGTQ078ssZPkezcaE0tKr2lVS6Yf7Wpw0-Iw1D4URsPuHudcF72pGVORxY2n2YJsnbm6uv7bcCuWjdlHwlz2XAPX6WEq/s1600-h/September+2008+201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_EU1vLGzBSJBK_INsMewyjoEaGYco2t8UAfLXib88wd6UanyBGTQ078ssZPkezcaE0tKr2lVS6Yf7Wpw0-Iw1D4URsPuHudcF72pGVORxY2n2YJsnbm6uv7bcCuWjdlHwlz2XAPX6WEq/s400/September+2008+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057218268506594" border="0" /></a>She's had lots of fun with her new ballerina puzzle:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKS2ZSbUUYSuvp5DuFRLZpFVpjKTREq7JS1TDnpmuxI2ns0xDM0VHu5njktdHgtfeDiirhIPjgvyEB18ofB-nuZVjfoNWo_1Nlb3I0URDrx6gb1rqfpTOSZArWHszo5z5xQAT_wiT-1Th/s1600-h/September+2008+198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKS2ZSbUUYSuvp5DuFRLZpFVpjKTREq7JS1TDnpmuxI2ns0xDM0VHu5njktdHgtfeDiirhIPjgvyEB18ofB-nuZVjfoNWo_1Nlb3I0URDrx6gb1rqfpTOSZArWHszo5z5xQAT_wiT-1Th/s400/September+2008+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057215286814930" border="0" /></a>She knew just what to do when we lit the candles. (Note to my sisters who stress out over the cake: By the time you've made a couple dozen "fancy" cakes, you find you're lucky if you get "fancy" enough to put sprinkles on top!)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06Dd3reYtZuFjqoJIKtQWfx5Ovg0jP01esSyoB5lpSfNyJDwHi0EEjnI4oeVfJNKHxJLlDgGnFtLHvXdie5N-uoBAQ95OvEBi5hdpaBVgGLK_u86XqZC_aQAkzyj8GaLX9WqKx6uf6SPW/s1600-h/September+2008+209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06Dd3reYtZuFjqoJIKtQWfx5Ovg0jP01esSyoB5lpSfNyJDwHi0EEjnI4oeVfJNKHxJLlDgGnFtLHvXdie5N-uoBAQ95OvEBi5hdpaBVgGLK_u86XqZC_aQAkzyj8GaLX9WqKx6uf6SPW/s400/September+2008+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057218495595426" border="0" /></a>It surely tasted yummy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVB6l6Oqu9laAOv4pzfkw7yb0Rnc-NX1xBZ-8vgTUl2mQwYzmouFr8iEfgdMkECt4TvQGUa610DyziIy3j_i-jqdJ8lgQRHLPV6-C-WCQs0M_wJoOPwXs3nobzUzOA-emnyce4WrqPREh/s1600-h/September+2008+213.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVB6l6Oqu9laAOv4pzfkw7yb0Rnc-NX1xBZ-8vgTUl2mQwYzmouFr8iEfgdMkECt4TvQGUa610DyziIy3j_i-jqdJ8lgQRHLPV6-C-WCQs0M_wJoOPwXs3nobzUzOA-emnyce4WrqPREh/s400/September+2008+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057223954202114" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgp9CDl_2GLI6v_q-gJVMkkFtwQIrsNPtokI2A11ExLjhSPA3v40kLimtgRVC9RcD7vR7EqPO4iz1OlVIt8TL2i1qwc00y3peCVxrRU4mZ698Rog-ktV9-f84zQ5qGhaVTUhTSkwZYaIGF/s1600-h/September+2008+232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgp9CDl_2GLI6v_q-gJVMkkFtwQIrsNPtokI2A11ExLjhSPA3v40kLimtgRVC9RcD7vR7EqPO4iz1OlVIt8TL2i1qwc00y3peCVxrRU4mZ698Rog-ktV9-f84zQ5qGhaVTUhTSkwZYaIGF/s400/September+2008+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252058290645110322" border="0" /></a>Sweetie Pie!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVGc3P-bBthnd7zt5FIOZ3O1xcokSeW8mYxlmgKtO3qzK39dTO5_QF__wo1YRZLHOy9ChWHlZlK4IF2omck1N35h-ZzpS7qDjIw9Wjsek-M18dbYMXVamPEq3dhyfDbCJnZK3_NrbRxHC/s1600-h/September+2008+245.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVGc3P-bBthnd7zt5FIOZ3O1xcokSeW8mYxlmgKtO3qzK39dTO5_QF__wo1YRZLHOy9ChWHlZlK4IF2omck1N35h-ZzpS7qDjIw9Wjsek-M18dbYMXVamPEq3dhyfDbCJnZK3_NrbRxHC/s400/September+2008+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252058291444423410" border="0" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03217577175867759478noreply@blogger.com5