tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58102947534672829502024-03-20T05:12:09.217-07:00Sweat Family BlogKarlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-16348974428324434942010-04-23T09:58:00.000-07:002010-04-26T18:33:37.133-07:00DisneylandGrowing up, going to Disneyland was something people did, not something we did, but people <em>did</em> do it. So at 27 yrs old I experienced Disneyland for the first time! For us, we enjoyed the shows and plays, more than the rides. There's something about waiting 20min in a line, for a 2-3 min bumper car ride that just doesn't seem right?! I think in a couple of years when Blake gets a little taller and we're able to enjoy the rides <em>we</em> want to go on, it will be a little easier to wait in those long lines:). Don't get me wrong, we still had a great time! I have about 350 pics to chose from, so here are a few of the favorites. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjAOkoOoLzfRO6JsB0kZAwi7tC_RiaUzMvRwPsnYZIdyLc4EgQLL-WVhdG2_iGE6yY4svwq_HbfGbe4EU8IF6WOmblhiKjmmJ0RhIst2mvZ4-J1B_tYxN82VG7ASfCx5KfWcmEepKXuXx/s1600/Disneyland+286.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463382710503607890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjAOkoOoLzfRO6JsB0kZAwi7tC_RiaUzMvRwPsnYZIdyLc4EgQLL-WVhdG2_iGE6yY4svwq_HbfGbe4EU8IF6WOmblhiKjmmJ0RhIst2mvZ4-J1B_tYxN82VG7ASfCx5KfWcmEepKXuXx/s320/Disneyland+286.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_0tvImit98AseWb6FSQQtKDZ68SJ5PmghitanjmqhhGs0F19q0g7DlE9ULmm2AJ6iL5djvh9TrgNCzPXJIdLmRzKWxkZs4XjC31DiD-dGJHS5XdjeFoPrMpESskyhjDa8ZsUFyILbSzB/s1600/Disneyland+285.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463382447838957842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_0tvImit98AseWb6FSQQtKDZ68SJ5PmghitanjmqhhGs0F19q0g7DlE9ULmm2AJ6iL5djvh9TrgNCzPXJIdLmRzKWxkZs4XjC31DiD-dGJHS5XdjeFoPrMpESskyhjDa8ZsUFyILbSzB/s320/Disneyland+285.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV9G8MwYlLila0JwUKam9ZTIi6Ic4CSMdBZmsI2lvMbwJWyfNdii-31cny19rATJUyyolLxqg9jG0C-_3gdw7ll6jIPRjkkgVAIE0OpzvjPsQEC2_506BgXcgJLq_FRCesFoOSYJkgB9X/s1600/Disneyland+266.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463382212796512850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV9G8MwYlLila0JwUKam9ZTIi6Ic4CSMdBZmsI2lvMbwJWyfNdii-31cny19rATJUyyolLxqg9jG0C-_3gdw7ll6jIPRjkkgVAIE0OpzvjPsQEC2_506BgXcgJLq_FRCesFoOSYJkgB9X/s320/Disneyland+266.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJ5FxdC49mD9l5IsYpquKN74A13u8LGcaebwy5LGvqpALHIM9VlvxC-BXIHY90aXG7s02yOCfEww1VEsXROzEBtjt-4od00gGjyDKHZr-HVr8Arl9cJdgS2Xo6XA1UejRuRdx17bnYyax/s1600/Disneyland+262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463381970934431362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJ5FxdC49mD9l5IsYpquKN74A13u8LGcaebwy5LGvqpALHIM9VlvxC-BXIHY90aXG7s02yOCfEww1VEsXROzEBtjt-4od00gGjyDKHZr-HVr8Arl9cJdgS2Xo6XA1UejRuRdx17bnYyax/s320/Disneyland+262.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yDtO5VBOjiB8rsK-w2qq1oEQSKu1tcGPwLmjt5sKhksfw0HCsBi4oKmPn2eTwSSeR94yrtPq6sSfc3EJrYUjOU0xDjhE7kLXr7NAHOKi51oGryn-2JDR-YXiVZ-PWNIBA2GglZdkuLLU/s1600/Disneyland+210.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463381707252564578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yDtO5VBOjiB8rsK-w2qq1oEQSKu1tcGPwLmjt5sKhksfw0HCsBi4oKmPn2eTwSSeR94yrtPq6sSfc3EJrYUjOU0xDjhE7kLXr7NAHOKi51oGryn-2JDR-YXiVZ-PWNIBA2GglZdkuLLU/s320/Disneyland+210.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5xbuKuaZ0Z_RkCNPVGddy_azvfC5_pCKoO8SaifDsUpdCfnW2WBgY87w7KR4O3KWDE3at7nNl-N0uBApxXHF4aRCjxYogH7noNXjDwtrqnnYMsyxaHcyHv1dyPE9n0VmsfoNszjKjMtC/s1600/Disneyland+184.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463381418221797458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5xbuKuaZ0Z_RkCNPVGddy_azvfC5_pCKoO8SaifDsUpdCfnW2WBgY87w7KR4O3KWDE3at7nNl-N0uBApxXHF4aRCjxYogH7noNXjDwtrqnnYMsyxaHcyHv1dyPE9n0VmsfoNszjKjMtC/s320/Disneyland+184.JPG" /></a> We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">splurged</span> and took the kids to Ariel's Grotto for dinner one day, by far the best memory we made that trip! It was so cute to see Bailey go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bananas</span> when a princess would come out! A memory I/we will have for life! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqyXtWzlaMpkYgP57UQIYDHy9MbJiHLYRMCiPIEkK7sCJMgh6jXLIJD33bykKQVsnlarZf-2jHrMGVX_uTOtlcYaVG-RMBqyYnwo0Mwy7OlxIfPoi0TNF4OfmO1cYshNnYmNBKUu3_kE5/s1600/Disneyland+164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463381108677811170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqyXtWzlaMpkYgP57UQIYDHy9MbJiHLYRMCiPIEkK7sCJMgh6jXLIJD33bykKQVsnlarZf-2jHrMGVX_uTOtlcYaVG-RMBqyYnwo0Mwy7OlxIfPoi0TNF4OfmO1cYshNnYmNBKUu3_kE5/s320/Disneyland+164.JPG" /></a>A couple of things in these pics A: Bailey isn't looking at me in any of them! She was too busy making sure everyone else in the room knew she was getting her pic taken with the princess, that she forgot to look at me, no matter how many times I reminded her, "Bailey look at <em>me</em> and say cheese! B: Blake is absent in all but one pic taken at Ariel's Grotto. Blake wanted nothing to do the princesses ... except for one ... Sleeping Beauty! He even sought shelter under the table when Snow White entered the room. However when Sleeping Beauty came in, he was all about it! Jumped up and said "I want take picture with her!" Can't knock the little guy for knowing what he wants!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463380755540081138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwPtzEEOq7ScKD4l-uV8eZ361OaQKKEmfe7EGp0_8gGp4DDXEqOvT5dp4W7UiIeWY5C_52c8eI3nGgh3keTr0rkYS-M2k68I7ZPTmVDwWk8Hol8VeOB9lgP92vg7kF2dKZNxuNFQqsvtL/s320/Disneyland+171.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJkIU1IedpGOqqqcta2tHOpyKiJ6dZwghPaKQ_pjjboqjFlwdgHx5p0C1ES1ya2ruKbSPoKD1Qo8d5aZPZFGA31sBGRerg8bxGEs9JmUdDjxkvLD3mcZgaf3vzgwYfCHrqdHaj3062J2s/s1600/Disneyland+158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463380359161425042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJkIU1IedpGOqqqcta2tHOpyKiJ6dZwghPaKQ_pjjboqjFlwdgHx5p0C1ES1ya2ruKbSPoKD1Qo8d5aZPZFGA31sBGRerg8bxGEs9JmUdDjxkvLD3mcZgaf3vzgwYfCHrqdHaj3062J2s/s320/Disneyland+158.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWVUWQ_nS9Fq8zKk9ge5DxslqWuIsXgP-L6msFT5YbX6wYqPpgnFR1oylRFJq2ntsSpqJ7mhAXBcuRFwVlkMnFJVWspzxdFpHcEI3RQkw_pzaUDAYBKzqpGfgdmyTp4dt7NklfnVTWfAG/s1600/Disneyland+150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463380081017016082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWVUWQ_nS9Fq8zKk9ge5DxslqWuIsXgP-L6msFT5YbX6wYqPpgnFR1oylRFJq2ntsSpqJ7mhAXBcuRFwVlkMnFJVWspzxdFpHcEI3RQkw_pzaUDAYBKzqpGfgdmyTp4dt7NklfnVTWfAG/s320/Disneyland+150.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">We were also able to sneak in an Angels game, also another highlight!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihShBoM8OWTYuoPX8BYpFALwPkISPu_sspaCLcT1L881HM4vCIwx3oD6XmLzGGogVpdj4Qj1nAyAr81X0w3AkXXb6ox1S8bAQIxD7BiyWSc5vSwE1rvqS-APUnKXbhSUARNq7_0X0TN46-/s1600/Disneyland+116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379743350606354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihShBoM8OWTYuoPX8BYpFALwPkISPu_sspaCLcT1L881HM4vCIwx3oD6XmLzGGogVpdj4Qj1nAyAr81X0w3AkXXb6ox1S8bAQIxD7BiyWSc5vSwE1rvqS-APUnKXbhSUARNq7_0X0TN46-/s320/Disneyland+116.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-73968342304375407242010-04-23T09:24:00.001-07:002010-04-24T09:48:18.780-07:00Our trip southWe took a trip south, destination: Disneyland!! We split our 10hr car ride and stayed a couple nights in St George, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ut</span>. While there, we went hiking, played at the park, and rested up for the last leg or road trip. Here are some of the pictures of that portion of the trip.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzlVOO_PueAjGzzH-RSf6kUNrMylgqm4y3d9U5B6SowqL-NqFWKSjoBfP82dMAFJFMz7YDYXn46tIqt-Z74rDvFbPxkN0a-yafGn0O8oX5tgmctw02YrOSxbzsKIA9KaIf5VUJ6lf6Qis/s1600/Disneyland+048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463374700226446722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzlVOO_PueAjGzzH-RSf6kUNrMylgqm4y3d9U5B6SowqL-NqFWKSjoBfP82dMAFJFMz7YDYXn46tIqt-Z74rDvFbPxkN0a-yafGn0O8oX5tgmctw02YrOSxbzsKIA9KaIf5VUJ6lf6Qis/s320/Disneyland+048.JPG" /></a> This place was amazing! Ancient <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">petroglyphs</span> just hanging out on rocks everywhere. It was fun making up our own interpretation of what was written thousands of years ago!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZjALL89YGkHMlETAZ5GNRTxSgIO_k0uVxd82DoFm5HPANuydyVYs4_jBHiDBih_LjDNl2u9mizACBScojLpT7AllOsG5-QHWYjf7y49jNdhfADwRVu7KmY0rG_LL-PnuVdgI-wZPMoz2/s1600/Disneyland+046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463374133269331618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZjALL89YGkHMlETAZ5GNRTxSgIO_k0uVxd82DoFm5HPANuydyVYs4_jBHiDBih_LjDNl2u9mizACBScojLpT7AllOsG5-QHWYjf7y49jNdhfADwRVu7KmY0rG_LL-PnuVdgI-wZPMoz2/s320/Disneyland+046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOq7OO7pcihdNQ0ND4bBWsoZGZhmjDc4AuD8vjNmsyFoNcY7-6-updmD-VSsJEOrYhhqzU1fgeSBJq6iMovfdkNLEysZTcrh1F2UHfrMMRvHjo7r0qiJVpggO_KRVW0InlC9vW1IcGfyP/s1600/Disneyland+040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373878853582466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOq7OO7pcihdNQ0ND4bBWsoZGZhmjDc4AuD8vjNmsyFoNcY7-6-updmD-VSsJEOrYhhqzU1fgeSBJq6iMovfdkNLEysZTcrh1F2UHfrMMRvHjo7r0qiJVpggO_KRVW0InlC9vW1IcGfyP/s320/Disneyland+040.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHYMdJiOlUImmlvDF6sFAzhhsz8rPx3m5zKasKkxlQFWLGoz6K_1ya_sEOjsmOkIh9LrjPTUt1W6xsZvlrfyH6_9Zjuv0iJgsPEviyXbBN4w-0c7V23YWEgEOE9js4ElH7Y7FDvdKUj27/s1600/Disneyland+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373470058322402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHYMdJiOlUImmlvDF6sFAzhhsz8rPx3m5zKasKkxlQFWLGoz6K_1ya_sEOjsmOkIh9LrjPTUt1W6xsZvlrfyH6_9Zjuv0iJgsPEviyXbBN4w-0c7V23YWEgEOE9js4ElH7Y7FDvdKUj27/s320/Disneyland+028.JPG" /></a> This massive boulder was just perched on a tiny pile of rocks. It <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">baffles</span> my mind that it was so stable and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unmovable</span>, truly breathtaking! I told Bailey to go hold up that rock or it was going to fall over. I just love the innocent mind of this little 4 year old :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebq_2i-_QPr42fTM7uuweJvGjn-Wk6OQdc816xo2SBUhcM4nLNxTCE9USnTQUZopuiWQ7odAAES3q5Doipd8D5N-mO6EYT1q3sEpmpjP-Y_dpOqjh-8tLThhHKwaTV8ZOMIc5MxSSzaOU/s1600/Disneyland+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372642327884754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebq_2i-_QPr42fTM7uuweJvGjn-Wk6OQdc816xo2SBUhcM4nLNxTCE9USnTQUZopuiWQ7odAAES3q5Doipd8D5N-mO6EYT1q3sEpmpjP-Y_dpOqjh-8tLThhHKwaTV8ZOMIc5MxSSzaOU/s320/Disneyland+012.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRs-78Pn7LDDBNIoIfwtyD4iswO_Ei1M-WR5GDrFbthYNgu__RdGnDQRxNIleBt-Rmg3PvXtWay_AdzhQqtkuelzOQHr98agZAC6C6OrqXtGnGqFLlzO8BL5plshSmy4cLtDhIa6rv8kw/s1600/Disneyland+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372263933052242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRs-78Pn7LDDBNIoIfwtyD4iswO_Ei1M-WR5GDrFbthYNgu__RdGnDQRxNIleBt-Rmg3PvXtWay_AdzhQqtkuelzOQHr98agZAC6C6OrqXtGnGqFLlzO8BL5plshSmy4cLtDhIa6rv8kw/s320/Disneyland+010.JPG" /></a> I love St. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">George</span>!!</div></div></div></div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-51682421091723009972010-04-06T14:42:00.000-07:002010-04-06T14:59:14.606-07:00Easter at Thanksgiving PointeWe went with Jackson and Bella to Thanksgiving P<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ointe</span> for some Easter festivities. To say it was cold that morning is a major understatement! We were frozen, I think I recall seeing that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jackson's</span> little hands were purple. It <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">took</span> hours in a house with the heater cranked way up and hot baths to finally warm up. Despite the weather, we still had a blast. Thanks <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mylene</span>!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPWbjVuczfRALncFVHs_sXA9L0pAag-vReSvIETqWI6I1sUaUbzeBq7tD_ziz9We0TDfwV5K35wt1OlRPV1frF6QWUaNtMjpK59Gh_B1CgMd-IqPMCyt_eWEWGk6AgURyjmVOeI2fhBDV/s1600/4-4-10+653.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457146230342459554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPWbjVuczfRALncFVHs_sXA9L0pAag-vReSvIETqWI6I1sUaUbzeBq7tD_ziz9We0TDfwV5K35wt1OlRPV1frF6QWUaNtMjpK59Gh_B1CgMd-IqPMCyt_eWEWGk6AgURyjmVOeI2fhBDV/s320/4-4-10+653.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dkr1R2C5A4Ud1s5nic4UBAuZiWy825GVac2p5LB1L_cwj6DOmb-nTxz76kHpKlhG82OclfDTlTx7tLFmnTGDlQHaKJ59fnyJMgSlcW3wCFoi33yhCVYzlriGkG-8NdZlX1ZargVcIYQf/s1600/4-4-10+643.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145937562454498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dkr1R2C5A4Ud1s5nic4UBAuZiWy825GVac2p5LB1L_cwj6DOmb-nTxz76kHpKlhG82OclfDTlTx7tLFmnTGDlQHaKJ59fnyJMgSlcW3wCFoi33yhCVYzlriGkG-8NdZlX1ZargVcIYQf/s320/4-4-10+643.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId7DHup-ti4jgbJ-SeKWK31t_B8dSUhe-qDroJd8i2eoUXDvg0YQl3iW71ayvxRTT_5fpLQ9hkOQ4tA7wAxl_IMNrJUgkKpTERe-VWD2CoGZTLnQNeeiQqQFWsP4sSMGoEypfnSt8MhO3/s1600/4-4-10+615.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145649813376098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId7DHup-ti4jgbJ-SeKWK31t_B8dSUhe-qDroJd8i2eoUXDvg0YQl3iW71ayvxRTT_5fpLQ9hkOQ4tA7wAxl_IMNrJUgkKpTERe-VWD2CoGZTLnQNeeiQqQFWsP4sSMGoEypfnSt8MhO3/s320/4-4-10+615.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyG_BI4kkUswXAPKFQq0DUReSj1embupte6gHtH8IceJZfB3P287gDyKaEEXYV-5vwz7DtGCL1H6CYSNAEteYmG3CxR-nJ9lh3K9Kp6NMkxK3mT-Q-ZHhbDMdZbvevSy6RiIj19lFbiUO/s1600/4-4-10+636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145217076467650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyG_BI4kkUswXAPKFQq0DUReSj1embupte6gHtH8IceJZfB3P287gDyKaEEXYV-5vwz7DtGCL1H6CYSNAEteYmG3CxR-nJ9lh3K9Kp6NMkxK3mT-Q-ZHhbDMdZbvevSy6RiIj19lFbiUO/s320/4-4-10+636.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKwY3g3ywF6pUJz2Mp-jxvOxDxaIPXZ4tub1eX3RnJP6MlWEAZnSrrNWExv7vDMLk4xGQyAYUXHdP69MeJV3V8H4TFZV0TyUcTEPfQTJAY3NsU-4MfbhDIXUAfW7FLE2faPR8-KJaD92d/s1600/4-4-10+617.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457144684786225794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKwY3g3ywF6pUJz2Mp-jxvOxDxaIPXZ4tub1eX3RnJP6MlWEAZnSrrNWExv7vDMLk4xGQyAYUXHdP69MeJV3V8H4TFZV0TyUcTEPfQTJAY3NsU-4MfbhDIXUAfW7FLE2faPR8-KJaD92d/s320/4-4-10+617.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NQj-rJoCG-0hGyweAimQZ8PRc7AOTannZnYmjhyJobSnP1IECMVxHez6dJSfwmyumoHKsKMKzLz5s3HwOZ-q-i_62lXtkLLMjsZx4oo0VIf6Hj8DduqOEaTnAlFxCiO1j9wvsjEiY1xp/s1600/4-4-10+608.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457144297746001602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NQj-rJoCG-0hGyweAimQZ8PRc7AOTannZnYmjhyJobSnP1IECMVxHez6dJSfwmyumoHKsKMKzLz5s3HwOZ-q-i_62lXtkLLMjsZx4oo0VIf6Hj8DduqOEaTnAlFxCiO1j9wvsjEiY1xp/s320/4-4-10+608.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-53126643503954473502010-04-06T14:24:00.000-07:002010-04-06T14:42:46.773-07:00Summer strollThe weather had been nice recently, so I figured it was a good day to take the kids for a bike ride up Provo Canyon. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457141273279865554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYIMe0ZYI7lVehugOf1fbBtuWyDz3w4FUu65JuWbiNGmet2Ga92K8dKVGb8kTWuEV4LwJIL8CbmO00AEoWqJuEa4df8vgbuZCddWlPcDe5OFWs9A-cInnB5ReNz4kKwE4uRMSDjwa-ttH/s320/4-4-10+539.JPG" /><br />The walk started off nice, then a couple minutes up the trail, this is what we ran into! I was quickly reminded we are only weeks into spring. We didn't let it stop us. We parked the bikes and walked the rest of the way.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457142039909238146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAB4eIQbJ1Zj8_4TU4EsAd6s02NgOSpQgw-QT9KPSh5SLb8f7sVmsjn5s46Jlbwa4OXzlZpUDvYmDoGMijkXs9mNwy4nllHiD9pwiNAI9LuHbWZFw7izheG7jzD0f2wgxiRcrV9H1VuF7/s320/4-4-10+544.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457141654632413634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQT5CQrifKq9o4X1MlR0ydK89ZQrRqO2R_4g9-VY2N1XOTCt8QbdtBrcEUfwbV0y7afVd3a2kKoAhAtGenuV4Wg6u90xffsDOnKj7Aq7VIVlDdz1B4ZLUjenyNtwsTo02gKP2zhIDDlGz/s320/4-4-10+542.JPG" />Here are some of the pictures I got!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457140756537393106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAS6WxaPIuuRH6kuDVL3bRtr5XL00lP4lQKCnsYNUcyD7kPzJTRgJQ3G1l2tSifr6qyOmpRFD4Mg7PSHEuePHU3sTOuHXuOekqwI-Ab7cV5XISYW63tB_yiOEsqD9vhVHbeLCMIZpNA4rA/s320/4-4-10+532.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457140462848532706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9z2uxGZBH_UTHLZV3ra4iwanalg2CkkoIvOHHJLxAu10nxdF9B4a6ZqOXbsH0TpxWz3X0E4iCQdWTvTMU3H8pwjhniCg6xZ0YSvN6YFndHx3yMAX48vi1zWjvgzSim7ITEZT7p0BZQGd/s320/4-4-10+552.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457139697793555426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQniZNKJ5zTKguHsg88jWpxKuW2-2w_CphT9pPM7odnuWMCvh1Fkg0WmPhINZTyzXbohb6VY7m3kFWmvy7grVrCaaJBfjaqOQV12HOuw6vvCSOJnzzGRJyRFxXmltW6zTqrPzbS6r-MJV/s320/4-4-10+583.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457139432132716370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRook3-Ay2-bNcfqld4k64ns5NisYEW_E2pDCtgCp4q33R8piERcpf6601D3CtPHUb9SodzV4rKd2FFaQ6CSpYtyREATMRyrvLJkP7BUV-rJBFP4Nz_lsauGlOn6RP09wq-86dTWarmKjW/s320/4-4-10+556.JPG" /><br /></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-66327827747772923652010-04-06T13:45:00.000-07:002010-04-06T14:24:41.747-07:00St Patricks DayWe spent St. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Patty's</span> day trying to catch a <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">leprechaun</span>. We had our trap set, bait (lucky charms), and a plan of action. We had to run some errands and when we returned, much to our (their) surprise, the trap had been set off. Unfortunately that sneaky little guy got away, but left some gold behind. Maybe we'll have better luck next year! :)<br /><div align="center">This is our Trap</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457130355532105714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMkbW1hnSDcxn6Z_AZg9BMSWoMecV2ARLys612fsqDFBwjQlTvCnLdPH2S1D8oQ68jHZ6nueh9mKv4I7AXHeNVidwVVbzQjTeUC9AtqUakfWBzoo-XcuiWvSuCGDBXpT0wEA-kPQbDlSF/s320/4-4-10+508.JPG" /></div><div align="center">These are the faces I got when they saw the trap had been set off! They were a little nervous!</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457131530275713346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w2XRVcm2Z-0hwuC-ngnGra86SRpBLHQiZwFysNuKQNSB9XjfsldoBFQf4rfaZFys1GQKvIn9wl_1EGSEJjOMcpR93pAD5z3tpeHuiFrOO8MGC2RMZHpXY9PDspHuRnonAnD9rEQivDg9/s320/4-4-10+518.JPG" /></div><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457130970833991650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBOzmxNEhskthkE6IHBiFOW0HL6IVYoWZuO1Ll6Q-7RZQzBXp7cfNYszpCtVthx6ZPDLSxop4DFChaMg_ZGs1ge8jJMPgbdPZWbaoCIwnIkHH2NF-UxvcH-Fwf_2xkGbQwgrlqWmAG88F/s320/4-4-10+523.JPG" />I love that the kids are starting to enjoy these things. This is such a fun age, I wish I could just push pause on this phase of life. <br /></p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-38213737119524776482010-04-06T13:23:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:44:45.983-07:00ChristmasThis year for Christmas we got a special visit from Santa. He was giving the Reindeer a break in the field and decided to pay us a little visit. It was actually our good friend, I wasn't sure he was going to pull one over on our kids, just because our kids adore him, I thought they'd see right <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> the costume and catch on to him. Much to my surprise the kids had no clue! As soon as he left the kids ran <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">upstairs</span> and climbed in bed eagerly awaiting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christmas</span> morning. Here is proof that "Santa" was in our living room Christmas Eve.<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457127727616145826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kdv1Nod8H1-vm4I3QHUq0CLtliKQJW2YL-kjK8bS0zsDde3LlGUsvuD8wvyi9Kkw5wUsfALsTErHL1F_IL8nm58IN-R7xBLcUQDPYMzEaGO8K1M0s03EoIRYwuN0lgdZdiP7fldvbCPQ/s320/4-4-10+446.JPG" />Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-57506368016621392812010-04-06T13:06:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:23:40.909-07:00Let's try this again!<div align="center">So I've clearly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neglected</span> my blog, I just get caught up in the day to day that I forget to take pictures, then let along blog about them. I've vowed to be more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consistent</span> with my blogging, so here is my attempt! :) Last I posted was Santa pictures, here's what we've been up to since.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I took the kids ice skating for Bailey's birthday. It was fun! It took them a while but they finally caught on!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457120653073406946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsZzqws19QTmPEdp81b6xtL8UTcrvb3nvtzRb-b7h6Gzmp43CsIJh49-ctdooLtpFJYbwzqm93o9wL0yMQbY_8K7snCMwkqXAMxkHrZlcMrDfQePCMKoilkWq0Mq0lUnVhMzEK00WgpOI/s320/4-4-10+281.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457121934963783730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hgojvi4fPQ2t5ri1M2I3lgUh9xTER6BRpD3VMhrcuWvxncxKajxAAaDruPZuGwGm0KL4gkZbGZ3qsXmlBB6a6ynIbhlgmrKXlplJEB_AJL_LN7uq_L-QE26MPqsOI4j3hukhxgKXL0FO/s320/4-4-10+297.JPG" /> <p align="center">Although they spent more time on their bums than on their feet, they still managed to smile and laugh <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> it! Good sports!<br /></p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-58636312355020381002009-12-19T14:11:00.000-08:002009-12-19T14:20:57.178-08:00Santa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixm3ljHq2t9sCn4COVoqN7bpS0QPj0jhrwShGuU5jhTm6mtJ6O63h-53HrhMSMzFidYNjhXcXL4Bwwp3aep3arQLFMVfazv7Ey-krIXL13Sbc25Yc0Jq0pfGTIcajgPXwqSgBelGJgUzD5/s1600-h/Sotelo-Nakayama+Wedding+Day+11-24-2009+221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417075685039826786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixm3ljHq2t9sCn4COVoqN7bpS0QPj0jhrwShGuU5jhTm6mtJ6O63h-53HrhMSMzFidYNjhXcXL4Bwwp3aep3arQLFMVfazv7Ey-krIXL13Sbc25Yc0Jq0pfGTIcajgPXwqSgBelGJgUzD5/s320/Sotelo-Nakayama+Wedding+Day+11-24-2009+221.JPG" /></a> We took the kids to visit with Santa a few weeks ago (yes, and I'm just now getting around to blogg about it) better late than never :) It was interesting to see how the kids reacted. We had a bit of reverse roles. Bailey (my usually outgoing, carefree personality) proceeded with caution however, Blake on the other hand ran right up to Santa and jumped on his lap as if they were long lost firends. I am so excited for Christmas this year. The kids are getting old enough to get excited with me this year! Hope the Holidays are finding you all well!Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-26705290589501279482009-12-19T13:48:00.000-08:002009-12-19T14:11:31.044-08:00Barbie CakeI distinctly remember as a child, having a barbie cake for my birthday that my grandma had made for me. Last year I wanted so bad, to make one for Bailey, but I failed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">miserably</span>. I asked my mom that next time she visited, to teach me how to make one. Not only did she teach me, but she made it look easy, giving me the confidence to try one myself. Unfortunately Bailey wanted a butterfly cake this year... maybe next year she'll want a Barbie cake! Here are the pictures of my mom's masterpiece! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417073144620439282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhb2bWgISqu-kSbjVdNol5_H3P4bFcbQ2olZ2cOwTNMmIv6PBGfs0psQBzW0SpaFYGnLkLxtWI1JIAh-yy6bVbIEz47-KbCgf9BGtEKkFpgvBAveTKFhBaStEc4tuoGg9cKqkfetrKdmBc/s320/Sotelo-Nakayama+Wedding+Day+11-24-2009+230.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417072194080378562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vR-hhIVzbJYGYAJE0wX6OiD1VRQp4ZfCJhpImFtCzcl5x_KFFA46XNINjnVJsPUNwnDVEtarsjg5j1L-Ox7Jsf8ON047w2JVRe4mpA2hOcwRDMPxQoeMzBC5EzmDfP1qltZP8rFdOKCn/s320/Sotelo-Nakayama+Wedding+Day+11-24-2009+231.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417071786216094370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXqBy5gvNy7jE_h0hLC6Gi3cOo1XpjA2s2WH9sgkNeHCzp_M3ZHXkPCc9NpSDvWLaBAdtgDrtRU2cLoNRg6sPpO_o4B_tN6YqcZll6_2qYZGYlQ1ZwIlJeTWTsLV0NnLxchdOdvhE8tMB/s320/Sotelo-Nakayama+Wedding+Day+11-24-2009+223.JPG" /></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-81152730398807217062009-12-17T11:33:00.000-08:002009-12-17T17:57:41.137-08:00Mission Impossible--Or not?Bailey had a birthday, she turned 4 yesterday. While my mom was visiting for thanksgiving she taught me how to make a barbie cake, which I'd planned on duplicating for her birthday cake. However Bailey had something different in mind! She decided a butterfly cake would be better, after much effort to get her to change her mind, I realized it wasn't going to happen, so a butterfly cake it was! I figured it couldn't be that hard, my mom showed me the basics! After nearly 10 phone calls to my mom this is what I came up with. Not to bad huh?<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416389138402645698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIlkU6i6u7gj-EBKIhGf2btZePX6J1K4Q0thmokjJKgOF5QScbYDFkIrW-pukeO4cvKJKtW-X3slOM46JUVxg4r5MUqYudYprzEo3oV0cgRKDFm2Floo1p0ll0cbfyZUu0LsvxL6i3MJh/s320/12-16-09+013.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416388862532576914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfAvIekjmPmAwZf4iqKS2LbqilMdslPEIwGTMg4ZjRdQCCLFs1fqHw2WJWEnbreBxfvyHSApXAbMcEO63T0Im184tmOhrU0obccUVTeJfQ52g-iFnW_Fj-Www3gCm_xO0pMzrauJhr9qr/s320/12-16-09+011.JPG" />Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-15454626287099601352009-11-21T16:28:00.000-08:002009-11-21T16:44:04.619-08:0027yrs old and I've still got it!<div><div>Pleasant Grove Rec. Center had a turkey shoot tonight and I thought it would be fun to take the kids and try our luck! Rules were simple, best of 20 from the free throw line. I was placed in the 16-30 yrs old age bracket, and I held my own. I only made 12/20 but that managed to put me in 1st (stiff compeition!). Another (younger) girl hit 12/20 too, so we had a shoot out and I came out on top. She shot first and only made 2/10, i stepped up and sank my first 3 to secure my 15lb turkey. 27 yrs old and I still have it!! We also walked away with a pumpkin pie, t-shirt, 2 water bottles, certificate to Bajio's and Blake won a $25 certificate for a savings account. Here are the pics of our winnigs!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721880584031890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyT-YCmn24PyxwzTPlUszwtJgNDaP9dun8tbjiSn6O-lesc7eD9TFTCORWNetefEcnTXQJZcQJGPUAmosRhmeX8-RJobdJYcazSu7fULqnDi7FrDvgYyTwu3zbK6gU_fj-R4WV9BCY2N1c/s320/11-21-09+016.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721580412363714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlysiDC1fpZ88loescBHvQLqU8FQ-ME02NP4vKrw7UEFZ2XBZvZhSp7k8xRO8C7fTLrxaNL7qVHWqdIiLx3qtMg3_SR1fmQ72u0VGbub24p8ESOs295xzjnDPEhno22zqfQrRO4YOHtLZ/s320/11-21-09+014.JPG" /></div><div align="center">The kids were super proud of their mommy!!</div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-12422759107201207982009-11-13T12:09:00.000-08:002009-11-13T12:22:18.226-08:00Bridal Shower<div>My best friend is getting married! We had a bridal shower for her. For the longest time she refused to have one, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in fact</span> I wasn't certain she was going to show until she actually walked in. I didn't pull out the camera until the very end. So here is the ONE picture I got.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403685336288685234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_u-CGf37pg-ywPpTbjWRn5r2xzMmb-RKel9d_u226dAmkWJrSusTjxmHaQo1hDW32WMbCJuYbW0u6ZSrpWjgwXA8ZKaD0voAAF7_7hgRsnlYifJ5FKAXGIHa-LX0nUc5giBUP7uj3Ca6/s320/1051.JPG" /></div><br /><p>Nell I am so excited for you, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't have</span> hand picked someone better for you! Love you!</p><p>Thanks to Shannon and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mylene</span> for helping put this together, you guys are the best! :)</p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-4520987957129002712009-11-13T11:59:00.000-08:002009-11-13T12:09:21.426-08:00Halloween<div align="center">Bailey had a little program at her school. Here are some of the pictures :<br /></div><div align="center">Spot (aka Blake)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403682096147214962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfudErsVams4iAdffjkPs9Un0_qPB6Q0eol_G2rcDTfvIphKLE23JVyt3vgaNnp9tmzn9TS-r56GSIUJMd7tgYX-u5bmFxbRyJEEtkf7EGsu1KI-TvW1-sBva7GXAiZeFSU04hab0quzt/s320/1040.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Princess Bell (aka Bailey)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403681325002862066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfyNzJUIyeVLaGgQZw5McJp3jQPoTAc-j_Ioj8_t0Pjc1MHCGHyuyrCRn8opGLjS-ENmzv-t9_Q_G2HIFOuVyuNS7Quv-DwhvN_MM_J864CHFAy6_ckjBX5l9qbRXRdzYGdxiD-vsIIe2/s320/1036.JPG" /></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-84679889131556180462009-11-13T11:46:00.000-08:002009-11-13T11:59:05.714-08:00Park City getawayI woke up that morning with a note on the counter telling me to have a overnight bag packed and to be ready to go at 2pm. (that was cool!) He didn't tell us where we were going, we just got in the car and went! We ended up in Park City for the night. We roamed around park city and finished the night with a movie at the theatre (we even got popcorn!). That morning he took us to the zoo and lunch at a cute little diner just above the zoo called Ruth's. A get away I will never forget! I know, I know, I am one lucky lady! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403679452519644514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PZRaMTu_A8mQ70XA4g9GOof04ezGGXSkAE1z4WJSK0DnWtMQ_t0eHAA9n0CKunIypPEQOq9_ESR4ApW9kYUbQeB9DcNeAEY4JC6jG0caBaJUNQut0Hv0Ey2HxPKX5lX1pXYjzERzEl9R/s320/993.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403679768654586946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54vbRhoFfAgMsKrdB-ZQ3hp__HQVVdIxnvAA9egNsYS3uVEaiq6WvCvJMN71qzzGxEkuokW-5Yd00DZ2bYe_S79x_CA_VrQClmAs1-tJsaLHeZcompJMHd_yIqzbl3-6DrlFerZIlyQ0U/s320/998.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403679124089600354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBzhq8b4tFMDZFadNzYH9pFjx3N9un-lIwGQ02MNZy2CTvCSW-NdLsT2UG_gVed4JM7xBVMUixIt3PVwdkduqXm6MAKJqz_-oOR5Ldi-lIQsS6CsHQ4WHCp9AMTvEI7Rbi5a4teAfRq63/s320/989.JPG" />Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-70196858812888479692009-11-13T11:24:00.000-08:002009-11-13T11:46:25.892-08:00Annual Red Barn tripThis is our 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> annual (that's right, we're trying to start traditions!) trip to the Red Barn in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Santaquinn</span> to pick out our family pumpkins.<br /><br />Blake for some reason, was more than willing to pose for pictures.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403673247420477874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsGiMau7zK1dRxV-VTGrEwgHE1PyJvAnB4SZwd0NUPMnGLqJ1rlPI2zUyilHY5KvLn99bBxuO-_3zICzbXofxQN7YHr9K-AQ0qJvtMFtL73tHoHWvWphV9DzG_quc6p2uOq_7voVcwJCm/s320/959.JPG" /><br />He jumped on this bail of hay and said "take picture mom", then this was the pose that followed! Not joking! I just wish it was a better looking pumpkin he had decided to pose next to! :)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403674048112851154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4Tcro30P8DCT9gTs1qYeySoA19MVqEoU3yjOQtV0O_EnrhAIUnJa42mZa2pTqeBTjRMs8BigVdym9D-SUZ7GiFVBmQ4CWaNf9I5j0UuX8hgkNt44ID_dLdpsctGc914LRLF3JNdKLD5o/s320/965.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Here are the pumpkins we went home with:</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403674925344592466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzQEw1lEMsC_6snFizDGrbLQLwntr0N5f8w0qRO1uqJJRtyCwNTnY0DpBGn4l_tb27TQK9xMQw1BUdUurYU5jMpkrK46q2MHZVdzOdUFxP-tv6if0Z7pnqQK9VcuwAKjI0ybXuaoXGMEo/s320/976.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403674421171102146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoYYIQEyj0K_mkJc0jzZXazWafpx2DYmPhpkh3KX4hbxfR-YvxGESgsSnu85dB4ICpkQPR8oq7DLSaD82WRzLvlQ6l_I5J9CBySJ6sdf3WAclWXHS3n8TTAMs1mLrz4lJri569-8fQXGX/s320/975.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403672733344623010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ICCJUkl5_fOTUcnF4TR4uUsFv-Vm7FiKRK1Cv3dunnyBxh-29Cpd137l_oSypM_0xheZIMUrAhyMlozLApvDBF8HnPIt7OgYmT13igErzsBOrJQxJlFEPxHrs7akUTVDDPGn1D-oNAfh/s320/954.JPG" />Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-68560873038583337752009-11-13T11:07:00.001-08:002009-11-13T11:24:22.699-08:00Field trip to Hee Haw<div align="center">Bailey's class took a field trip to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hee</span> Haw farms. We got to feed the farm animals, go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> a corn maze (we got lost!... seriously!), and pick out pumpkins. </div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403668149178241842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeZHs5BZ2APR4TEC7mW48HMXJkb_lUgRYrAYSGEUMJYq-QPuXleAacXPSQ0m_mek4JmIYAmSwYyLIVenbdoz_1yxyMGXEj47Hz-ooqgEnMLCHiGIV53hAMW5-oHxgwGWLbWG7stVkjYba/s320/946.JPG" />Bailey's reaction was so funny, she had me cracking up. I'm sure people thought we were nuts! Bailey was screaming with joy, and I could hardly stand up straight I was laughing so hard! I think we put almost $2 in the little $.25 feed machine, we couldn't get enough!</p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403669376754430786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMeiwvtd4AWXyb0tfHJBDQ7My3MGi5eb98rl-Hbu5zKBwlvlRNofxK9Y36enH99EztcKjiYLvIZVBX52HkjbOw2nMa5tqSub67JGZem4BiKTrDTGAkt-2lGFXx0Jgs9QfS5Vab6_n9gXd/s320/951.JPG" />Here are the pumpkins they finally decided on after what felt like hours of contemplating! I might add that when we made it back to the barn she changed her mind (yet again) and traded it for a orange one! Oh what it would to be 3 again where your biggest decision for the day is what color of pumpkin you want! Gotta love it.</p><p>We had so much fun.!<br /></p><div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-53212323576470577232009-10-17T09:25:00.000-07:002009-10-17T11:25:57.000-07:00I'm Back!For those of you that actually care... I'm back to the blogger world. We made the decision to go without the internet for a while. Now I'm taking a class that is done completely online so we have the internet again and here I am.<br /><br />Here is a quick catch up of our last 5 months...<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393619316668220994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfZ_ap5yZa9QKCIs5ikcRP4JPPp-WiVuvlN7oDjJU39wKtS1Ni-6DSu3LYqiIExOCqiw9cINS_nl4q550jPvB9_iuQSLvzXMi3EGUUBM-7p6LXhzC3o9heMxeFp4m_VQJMn1V9FCYPlcJ/s400/10-1-09+008.JPG" />Bailey graduated preschool. It is crazy to see how much she has grown this summer, she looks so little!! I am very proud of her, she was so brave, there was never a day she didn't want to go to school. She awarded the "Most Creative"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393619891260919794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyI8X9pH9TTRV7VBBwx-QxKWOHkVbs-AdS62d7oI3ZsCpjbxuMglUJ1CmhQYHsllmhAGXrGrvYd1EqoZbDO869xGp7_FsK0QbSw1sBOblE1sy6L3815c8fJbk-KyEiVeOqD5jQjHpuqAj1/s400/10-1-09+028.JPG" />Bailey took swim lesssons and loved it. She is now brave enough to put her head underwater. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393621112444836754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJC5NjPFHWGo52IWj1ULy1ZJej5ZYWb7lwMbmXLekmG0Qn6bF4oMU1jljws1rKueYVq9VeVMk24G3HeL7C7qrcssm8KLlv73oYB4ebVPdvKEJg2b_Hj17Ie2q4N_m083ybLdgmci326bp/s320/10-1-09+093.JPG" /><br />Grandma and Grandpa Sweat purchased a townhouse in St. George, which has allowed us endless southern getaways. Although work schedules haven't allowed us to go as much as we would like, we still feel completely spoiled! This is the park that is just behind the townhouse. Love it!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393627073660442546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7pz2IxBbBwc5DYAbWohJM8kB8emWJrA2h2VSO3oObDwkA9BvQvBrp1NnZQw2ZEjUVw0CbnP_O1YdVlDVCwW1exaq9hKzouRgcf53nhxlW1mxEqSA6-pZLkGN-zmO2yyMQFCVTdOw-PI5/s320/10-1-09+162.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Rustin took a ride in a glider for Father's Day. For those of you who don't know what gliders are, it's exactly how it sounds. It is an airplane with no engine, it uses the updrafts form the wind flowing over the mountains pushing you up and gravity pulling you down to stay afloat. It gets towed up by a regular plane and then let go. Then it's pretty much like a paper airplane to float back to safety. Now, I'm an adreanline junkie, there isn't much I won't do, except this! He on the other hand loved it! Here are a few more pic.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393623767156984690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4HFssz29MTsdNItL0DBhpSEaPqTxq4HTgHki14MxXKKjsY1VFNyzxlnBFQL9BEtOXi4LJTNLusfl6VI_jlqUdmScGZZIoL2s6FADEWKdCaVn_oNCudm6W36tLHG8pwBsNsslFWftOP9d/s320/10-1-09+148.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628114063129058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUT7BP001dv1_7jyBOQ6qQFBVFJMHIJVt5cXUYbiWQK3I3J5ovtu82RDQER6t_QeAVTnRA5ILVcizyOWDR5Fu-qjxXnB3hHJNhjuWME0Y5CA9_D6Ge9Vd2TJUIFpVGgDHEIKSthgDk8idp/s320/10-1-09+177.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393626391143517138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67DhVLOgr4LWNe634HgQRr8jrwRu26BTwzUZvAFQp03UMinFcH2WYy5PR31ViiI5jZwv0AiByr_Bk0pSPLA1r22FN2qsoQ-nd-HFJnqxlyhNVkpdIetrq0JeQGXVIL5_zldhzMCIkDXuF/s320/10-1-09+161.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393630612380902386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9km2D3ZO0pCziO6CYOtSr2I7V8CuE-7L2ME0TDE-Mda5iCJsRQtRzqezp8P5irAKLvJuEyMow4yKf54CPqVTjJ3havlIxiEGL3u-W9PyWsULoBXv7nNJDZPu22iEm36la5JuLLXKGi4U/s320/10-1-09+299.JPG" />My mom came to visit, I managed to get her to take a ride on the Alpine coaster at Park City Mountain Resort. It was so much fun! This is her riding up, she was having far to much fun, its meant to be a slow seneic ride up the mountain. I don't think she knew what she was getting into. :) The next picture is looking behing me on the way up the mountain, about half way to the top.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393632298288661698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qwxg6_m6yBiVPQ3GPZTa5Wk_fA8DAJvxWqVVA-6t1BO70lW-5duD6yYntSF8s4ttgNMuScDBXrkiQml9ExJyltJ5Dge1GAmrv6_6B9tS4PRFbrEsvGwewbMnTuwda21B2Y7VDMzthUvG/s320/10-1-09+313.JPG" /> <div> </div><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393633844319388098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMWOBt3j3RFZMxrJkDtytgd-p1B3wXuximSG93HcbPfaesSHOSwAfQLCP2NP9Ur0IXOj1H19YBQxm7k-9C-3HIELr4CkZLXUH5Ydx-6tl3Cj7l8WRuNRLbMyaZ4ZcM_T2p20ihfRQw22f/s320/10-1-09+336.JPG" /> <div> Trip to the Thanksgiving Pointe to see the dino's</div><div> </div><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635003050801538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheghqqzqRTGLmib8Cvx2yW-B66rvrsqtxgfY8-va6oRKy_GAv2lBzp9UDAZIHcuNSBsIrPaIfLE8lz6B1yDlX_BTN1x6neThHFCMawbXDSwN3J5SQKMOyICg72KaOicssPrL2XXnlI0E2d/s320/10-1-09+405.JPG" />Bailey's taking a dance class. She's a superstar!! She gets her dance moves from me ;) </div><div> </div><div>I think that pretty much wraps up our summer. Keep checking in, I have more, I just need a break for now. Till next time!</div></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-83267279659512149782009-05-13T15:01:00.000-07:002009-05-13T15:19:40.450-07:00Special Gift<div>My sister sent Blake a extra big, extra yummy fortune cookie for his birthday. This is the second time she has sent them to us, and we love it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span>! They're homemade and loaded with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">all sorts</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yummy</span> goodness. Here are the pictures.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433866486906242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLQxMprLT7znpy4TupUvwqfPeRo_UFJppxTrqYmxCbeg6V29qgeqx9nfP6ZzTeHgDWMeiOFv0EkJzL2DXdAu411-b_uliWgHsyj8sLCUjPOQqZnpe3B_z2WOpS_ybag8A-SxduHhIfuq9/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335434177323945266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQpulbL0-Fw49fY6OvCWcUrPmxJk1Ps9Pc13igQrAGgmP-44lZvmx9ZtOP7fJoKyRqY1eyS2dQfPsROsuA7A8_rl7X5CCfb1MGIgcIYD8GIApFgCQZOU8Ktx4zC23k2u-eUSuwzg10eZi/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /> Then Blake realizes what it is and this is the face I get...<br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>wait for it...</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335434957024914338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjX4BiBwDJftXgHwt0AehUALDIUSfxc3x9iuUrVu2-oSAZF1q4KrAcXv9qwhO9oxpq8U2VXzNpa2wIK3JoA8sZXp_y5K8KE1OBE9J4iMNBuH6Em8QIAf8jJvNmHBnbob_PYkzzuOHvDRd3/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><p align="center">COOKIES!!!</p><br /><p align="left">Then, being the mean mom that I am, I let him know he won't be having any till Daddy gets home and this is the face I get.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435930097035170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFA4-hKRyp89KMthPhlViKw7HVIXrL1HsHn0GWpfeYz7pRCXXp6QdzcyWek6EOhy7aRTHKIzf3YmfebX2X1xcL-yrpXXYITa9f-368ygbXQ88e4XfsmW2tjU2MokcGiX1V8fcwhVBCKTNq/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, maybe just a little taste :)</p><p>If you are interested go to <a href="http://www.sumocookies.com/">www.sumocookies.com</a>, and check them out! Thanks Kelli!</p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-6747340141478914142009-05-13T08:51:00.000-07:002009-05-13T09:16:29.503-07:00Fun at the Park<div align="center">We went to the park to have a picnic on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Monday</span> and caught some cute pictures. Here are some of my favorites.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335338565912344258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULLc5_VcLYgwBm0PRuG7xUWBpxloQCjP9MxnnFlmrpsc4Sk-FjAfrAvSl5CjT5MzPA36IPkcnx6D0rRK9qYidhDm_Ieq_pVom14srM4kLJ7fNEG_IZh64HkGm2ToC3rUaF4l3AggCVNN-/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /> It didn't take long for Bailey to find the flowers!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335339270617413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu754agYNzmKHp18egeFvofD3qUc6UFdyTcnWjSnajMBxZa3L5xCoYNrPJ7PWB38vlW2CsgKmP-DikDRJ5UUanQlXzendV_7LR5ajPyKY2oZ22PLy9ky6HHMxuHAhsHAbhaGhRM0ntevMB/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><p align="center">Bailey and Blake</p><p align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340030122739906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOgjd7l9dA98pHHs0WNEGhEmV-bDaBz-16pPYYhe8oE6ZlTRDXOLZ30Pxa2OB0hqUBDIm9mT9Y7xTddQdzPV8IZ-aqVRiQ-0SNoyYDtptxWo445ItsUc5xemfL_1oB3FWZ_SnRKbWui_r/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><p align="center">These two really love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">each other</span>. I am so lucky!! </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340964135551154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGSCGFDXXgd5tJYLMbO2IIsYt5FQdAcX0aaNjh3w5ArHbwGCDwp9y6RFgpU44__iFY_LecoG7JA4u3D1XJK9cQro0gKsuse2DWlJD0sgdNUcK0IHnsglmULyudmbWafBMmhF1BBGkiCtJ/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><p align="center">Feeding the ducks</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335341310880705314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7yexi0Vt0aZXxajnVoxv8SLZBWie-GvYOc5KTxOIZQz1YpZ9j2us8b7Hl7e4hXBoYaMUX1LXolCw3IuJTluasTLAW4up_cxgTPDBFDXi7onSYM8ugGT5csL7sCNMJVJNUEkU8otYIeUb/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><p align="center">Blake checking out the duck and the duck checking out Blake.</p><br /><p align="left">The hardest part of taking pictures of my kids is getting them to actually look at the camera. So Rustin asked Bailey what color the lens was and this is what we got.</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335342141481972850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMoSX-K7TGO3DLhK7oNtUoZN2r9aW27vyW7fl5yE260jDFQHR6OcKbb53Z5zfKQhVKjEGBTLPNuW473cRfLEbGTQOhIIsq1lhL8sJFXU3G7yXaGMEH-ZhaVYm4WVoyZ47Loez9csNnYWh/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">At least she's looking! I think we will try something different next time. :)</p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-37822923707608040292009-05-06T09:12:00.001-07:002009-05-06T09:46:23.479-07:00Scary Morning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc96BQPrSrJ92QaQHFVB5i5FpJ0GjmhA4O0IYC8t3VLj3yIY3NrSHgX-oBss5XHzw0N-oDDsbnMV_s44N-J44dbgpUTUysluFYDq1Ec3cU4VEA-enTT_XhCoTo5p4FYRwN76XU5DPX_Fds/s1600-h/IMGP0863.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744976554816594" 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/AVvXsEhc96BQPrSrJ92QaQHFVB5i5FpJ0GjmhA4O0IYC8t3VLj3yIY3NrSHgX-oBss5XHzw0N-oDDsbnMV_s44N-J44dbgpUTUysluFYDq1Ec3cU4VEA-enTT_XhCoTo5p4FYRwN76XU5DPX_Fds/s400/IMGP0863.JPG" border="0" /></a> I hesitate writing this blog, because I don't want anyone to get worried. Bailey and I had a very scary morning the other day. We were in her room getting dressed. Anyone who knows Bay, knows how much she loves to jump. She was holding onto her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bed frame</span> and jumping up and down when she lost the gripping and fell on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bed frame</span>. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bed frame</span> sort of chopped her in half. She started to cry (really hard) and never took a breath, causing her to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pass out</span>. I freaked! Holding your little baby and watching her little body go limp, I felt helpless. I screamed her name probably a dozen times, blew in her face and she finally started to come in and out. I didn't know what to do. When she came back, she was very lethargic. She kept telling me she can't breath, she wanted to go to sleep, she couldn't feel her feet. I called my neighbor and she dropped what she was doing and rushed right over. After all the medical training I've had, you think I would know what to do, but it is a different story when it's your kids, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">went</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bananas</span>! Let me remind you , <strong>Bay is just fine</strong>. We went to the Dr. and she simply had the wind knocked out of her. <br />There are a few things I learned with this experience.<br /><ol><li>I want to live closer to family. I was terrified and I felt so alone. Our closest family is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">at least</span> 40 min away, including my husband on work days. I wish we were closer!</li><li> I am so grateful for our health. I don't know why it takes something like this to make you realize the things you take for granted everyday.</li><li>I have the best neighbor! I am so glad that we are close enough, where i feel like I can call you when I need someone so bad. I couldn't have dreamed of better neighbors. Thanks for dropping what you were doing to rush home to help me. We love you guys!<br /></li></ol><p align="left">I could go on, but the kids want my attention, duty calls! :)</p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-15827526155613333942009-04-29T10:17:00.000-07:002009-04-29T17:52:51.842-07:00Birthday Boy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtF_n-r6eIt5v28HWfSJI6rxSLp7FT2SIP2KRd4Gn-FhK-oMkmhNa8Wdm-M3NhyphenhyphenJO-gulh53lBb6tnle0KMkeMFDzggaYmTLNgLZv-MiTSeVkS_lB6_kFGQsI7askbtGJPlIqAunWpBek/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330165242487088354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtF_n-r6eIt5v28HWfSJI6rxSLp7FT2SIP2KRd4Gn-FhK-oMkmhNa8Wdm-M3NhyphenhyphenJO-gulh53lBb6tnle0KMkeMFDzggaYmTLNgLZv-MiTSeVkS_lB6_kFGQsI7askbtGJPlIqAunWpBek/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Blake had a Birthday! My little man is now 2. He loves his Baseball stuff.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330167990690601874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW28ZjgAkO6ltFKlL8H7d_MT1agik_5xv08DnSinEnc6NXhPJ4dCDweIM3wc59oCku3ztI6_kYFdx0QBKoeu6kJrjE3-URsozi4I5qvSIBOjg5j5G_PhFuPj-syDkI8rQR2OuQ4mUXwRLS/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">The only pic we got of him opening presents we gave him because the camera battery died :(</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330167756805375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnY9llpwFDZWZthev74NqC7_TgTXUxWfBqFpKiK5C-ZzLYTQi_8KNYBrHqYDbM5yxGrovSv4krKaYo42A89X7Di9crTW_YYZapR_u3nArzvu4VOyM9F3jOmUowGECZDodf8jdlIXYqCEKm/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">I know it's blurry but his reaction to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Deigo</span></span> toy grandma and grandpa gave him was priceless<br /><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330167444219817154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupGBNI_T2Sr-yKOvWYzZMjZWIIq7cpeWoa8ME6ADc3ubKDd3g4BpWhWdBrIQcDQNes8PmLH1uGT6YhWIXBqf92KKC8MiEDJ-ww3sFLGUDTqZZ8BMvgs15h65diSbAZGm8JhIUGBDtgq04/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Say cheese!</span><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330166659592805186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDesY86Vgxb_xGBr2wzoRYBKD6Jxg2JOrxBNErU0t-nmw0mK2tul4sQC5SUKO-umOGJ2bdjpq0LgfnK2YUWZrNxfWn072Y0ANuNlVOgy8R32hS4vdZykkBuJIj2S4yS9Xec7_TYVu7etyV/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">We let the kids pick out what ever cake they want for their birthday. No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">surprise</span></span> here, as soon as Blake laid eyes on the Baseball cake <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">he was sold!</span></div><div align="center"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330167133391269314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKkYhqGKWbMmxRh5sYQ6OqzmfCLRuZ1I-G5dFEJ2JxtwPU3S9flHaXqPZ2DhGh3vHQfSZwkdV1Y7tdXzEDkHJqtnSNXVe9WNxSoBwwrbcMDR8QM2e-6nBNpWq7tMnxDby_E0f8PyQQ9y8/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture with some of the cousins</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330166206131108242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApPeAPeVdAbcAwJyS89bBYFfvR_RPtbtjBeWUFMF9x7UuJhyphenhyphentzwBbO-SvaRpHFFjZmWwHYSFLFoyOmp_l7nsVGvRPSBNtVwDBegnOJVtzF47RjmxrtRp7M0PLULSrDdgm6mMbR3XGv8CA/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">I was actually surprised he blew out the candles without any help, considering when he usually tries to blow, he blows straight up his nose! Good Job Blake!</span><br /></div><div align="center">Blake, I hope you always stay the sweet, loving, innocent little guy you are now. </div><div align="center">Happy Birthday Big Guy ! </div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-90231538714428243942009-04-29T09:56:00.000-07:002009-04-29T17:56:55.257-07:00Yikes!!WARNING! The following may not be for those who get a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">squeamish</span> when talking about...mice!<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330163504302653362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB76ycCBiF5NUfbK2Z-CzcIqqnP2Kn5VrYozNwCuOamANBovcYIChOaF7XNVfeJYteEGeFDiWnwmi0Jujqw0m7d1iel7VOkkIiHyVtVFGwA-EteGU2T2in0fg1k-Dy4A5KNu_jfNXo-qag/s320/021.JPG" border="0" />A few days ago I was determined to tackle our weed infested flower bed. Armed with a shovel, and 2 little determined helpers, we went to work. Mid-way through, we were blessed<br /><div>(or frightened) with the arrival of a mouse! I jumped, Bailey got closer for a better look. My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">initial</span> reaction was to tell Bailey to RUN! After giving it a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thought</span>, I figured I could use her interest in this little creature to my advantage. I instructed her "chase" it into the lot next to ours. As if putting it in the empty lot right next to ours would prevent it from coming back?! She did, however the mouse had a better idea, and hide under the hose reel. Keeping my distance, I told Bailey to wiggle the hose, she did and... well ... lets just say that the little mouse now lives in Heaven. </div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-5140642486301826662009-04-29T09:24:00.000-07:002009-04-29T17:59:48.099-07:00My Happy PlaceOne (<span style="font-size:78%;">of many things</span><span style="font-size:100%;">) my dad does well, is his unfailing way to plant the biggest, most beautiful, lush flower pots. Yes, that's right I said my <strong>DAD. </strong>Not that there's anything wrong with men planting flowers, lets just say it's not all that common. When this first started, years back, I was a little confused, thought maybe midlife crisis, gender <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">identity</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">issues</span> :). I asked dad "Why" the response I get (<span style="font-size:78%;">typical dad response</span>) "Baby, It takes me to my happy place" I left it at that. Years later with 2 young kids I understand. So here are pics of my "Happy Place" Love you Dad!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330157192775469602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXw9n2S0DbbOX8kDgR1RW5AO9FB7ylLSMGIhK2wBdr7MTk85c1pxooWgG-jeXNrV19X5K7xgLnRqQ6mbTEfmMwsQzRt0VvQ7wxuX2IjXXxhXA_DyzTf5hNiIA-0WaJq63EdXp6zUQpkjS9/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330157014473150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSFlN55UMAOEunNvekMZx0Ow7BY_uaycXoI9ay3ahukoB-TOpwIFcDCXs7itiZMgHvrt8yAkjn_Q_phFOztvMhCMfBXRalrUXYRCidzxsn8A9oKAZdz6f5lUEGQLwk_eFeydfw1W8eGCA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330157532327191522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3W_dJrh5knULjYZcDk2gZZg6FrCrEXcSmfMJKbc-8L-W9wLD2e9mmKyq0RIvyGxJoTsHwPv6FlT7LI-_DTpZvyUcVVXqjcy9MOeJjGsTxLbGlb8qzavAwPwv4NUt9_6CW5YfycEoNL_z-/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-8892117588446059532009-04-22T08:24:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:16:11.426-07:00101 Things<p align="left">101 Things </p><p align="left">At least one of us have done the bolded items</p><p align="left"><strong>1. Ridden in a train. Karli, Rustin</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>2. Slept under the stars KR</strong></p><p align="left">3.Played in a band/orchestra </p><p align="left"><strong>4. Visited Hawaii R</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>5. Watched a meteor shower KR</strong></p><p align="left">6. Given more than you can afford to charity</p><p align="left">7. Been to Disney World </p><p align="left">8. Climbed a mountain R</p><p align="left">9. Held a praying mantis </p><p align="left"><strong>10. Sang a solo R</strong></p><p align="left">11. Bungee jumped</p><p align="left">12. Visited Paris</p><p align="left"><strong>13. Watched a lightning storm at sea</strong> K</p><p align="left"><strong>14. Taught yourself an art from scratchR</strong></p><p align="left">15. Adopted a child</p><p align="left"><strong>16. Had food poisoning</strong> KR</p><p align="left">17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty</p><p align="left"><strong>18. Grown your own vegetables KR</strong></p><p align="left">19. Had a letter to the editor published</p><p align="left">20. Slept on an overnight train </p><p align="left"><strong>21. Had a pillow fight</strong> KR</p><p align="left">22. Hitch hiked </p><p align="left"><strong>23. Taken a sick day when not really ill. KR</strong> </p><p align="left"><strong>24. Built a snow fort</strong> KR</p><p align="left">25. Held a lamb </p><p align="left"><strong>26. Gone skinny dipping KR</strong> </p><p align="left">27. Run a Marathon</p><p align="left">28. Seen the running of the bulls </p><p align="left"><strong>29. Seen a total eclipse KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>30. Watched a sunrise KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>31. Hit a home run KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>32. Been on a cruise KR</strong></p><p align="left">33. Seen Niagara Falls in person </p><p align="left"><strong>34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors KR</strong></p><p align="left">35. Seen an Amish community </p><p align="left">36. Taught yourself a new language</p><p align="left">37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied </p><p align="left">38. Been on a draw-bridge</p><p align="left">39. Gone rock climbing </p><p align="left"><strong>40. Received a traffic ticket KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>41. Sung karaoke KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt K </strong></p><p align="left"><strong>43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant K</strong> </p><p align="left">44. Visited Africa </p><p align="left"><strong>45. Walked on a beach by moonlight K</strong></p><p align="left">46. Been transported in an ambulance </p><p align="left"><strong>47. Had your portrait painted K</strong></p><p align="left">48. Gone deep sea fishing</p><p align="left">49. Been a story on the news </p><p align="left">50. Seen a wild mustang </p><p align="left"><strong>51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling R</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>52. Kissed in the rain KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>53. Played in the mud KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>54. Gone to a drive-in theater R</strong></p><p align="left">55. Been in a movie </p><p align="left">56. Visited the Great Wall of China</p><p align="left">57. Started a business</p><p align="left">58. Taken a martial arts class</p><p align="left">59. Visited Russia</p><p align="left">60. Served at a soup kitchen </p><p align="left"><strong>61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies K</strong></p><p align="left">62. Gone whale watching </p><p align="left"><strong>63. Received flowers for no reason K</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma KR</strong></p><p align="left">65. Gone sky diving</p><p align="left">66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp</p><p align="left">67. Bounced a check </p><p align="left"><strong>68. Flown in a helicopter KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>69. Saved a favorite childhood toy R</strong></p><p align="left">70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial </p><p align="left">71. Eaten Caviar </p><p align="left"><strong>72. Pieced a quilt KR</strong></p><p align="left">73. Stood in Times Square </p><p align="left">74. Toured the Everglades</p><p align="left">75. Been fired from a job</p><p align="left"><strong>76. Won a contest R</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>77. Broken a bone KR</strong></p><p align="left">78. Been on a speeding motorcycle </p><p align="left">79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person</p><p align="left">80. Published a book</p><p align="left">81. Been in a cave </p><p align="left"><strong>82. Bought a brand new car KR</strong> </p><p align="left">83. Walked in Jerusalem</p><p align="left"><strong>84. Had your picture in the newspaper KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>85. Read the entire Bible or other religious book KR</strong></p><p align="left">86. Visited the White House </p><p align="left">87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating </p><p align="left"><strong>88. Had chicken pox KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>89. Saved someone’s life R</strong></p><p align="left">90. Sat on a jury </p><p align="left"><strong>91. Met someone famous KR</strong> </p><p align="left">92. Joined a book club </p><p align="left"><strong>93. Lost a loved one KR</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>94. Had a baby K</strong></p><p align="left">95. Seen the Alamo in person </p><p align="left">96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake </p><p align="left"><strong>97. Been involved in a law suit KR</strong></p><p align="left">98. Been to the top of the Gateway Arch</p><p align="left"><strong>99. Been stung by a bee KR</strong></p><p align="left">100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person</p><p align="left"><strong>101. Learned to play an instrument K</strong></p>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810294753467282950.post-16952068612164618612009-04-17T10:07:00.001-07:002009-04-17T10:32:12.319-07:00EasterEaster was a little diferent for us this year. I had to work all morning (till 1pm to be exact!), I must've been really tired the night before because I forgot to leave to door unlocked so the Easter Bunny couldn't get in! While working I got a phone call from a very concerned little 3 year old that the Easter Bunny somehow missed us. I assured her that she hadn't been naughty and that the Easter Bunny probably hide it somewhere and that I'm sure we'll find them when I got home. Much to "our" suprise the Easter baskets were waiting for us on the front porch when I got home. The Easter Bunny also hide some easter eggs in the backyard for a little hunt. The reaction we got from Bailey when she saw that eggs were scattered throughout the backyard put Rustin and I both in stitches. Picture a blind dog repeatidly running into the sliding glass door add a little jumping and screaming and you had Bailey,I wish I had the camera rolling. She cracks me up. I 'm sure glad I "forgot" and locked the door, because I would've been sad had I missed out! Happy Easter!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712590075761810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjuYU8crfNRb5JWB4j1RCciFpw5x2x04ey8cn_HdvyVepb4kZ8p2JjYSXr5bq7onPV1YqRjxixH2Rby-DAyBytE5qzVb6zvSUVdLObr4s7Ic2c6FSPYpu4IXAIf0g7uGISEOWUIwNxVpz/s320/4-16-09+011.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712845958264418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOm1V9nBgXpJs6ffWchHsb146vDJgxteFCjMvZRn030eERoURGcRtuMILQD8Xbl7t0QLR0zPYbq2uINfNCIY1lJy1Rr5VrrTJDbeWquaSKpZy4VWy7nfQ0VKEMnabVNkVYJ-cLHRIuEPcN/s320/4-16-09+014.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714304732327666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-fMMfeGwHNbUKGMN70xehCKp5j64byab1oEKWDteGxsw3cw7jp0mtt7AQWklylzvFxtKV2HgZqEK0OiW4eOaqpBOeOupgNbeRzqItr0QGDeeWl3fGeRTMv0hoDTfGc1BYNgy__PEAXVf/s320/4-16-09+022.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(It was tough trying to get a picture with both of them looking after we opened the candy)</span></p></div>Karlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378643919639503242noreply@blogger.com1