tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457988565012530252024-02-19T08:09:52.644-08:00Wild Wild WebbsPete, Carrie & LoganCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-4878938811946687342012-01-27T11:00:00.000-08:002012-01-27T11:00:12.654-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Week 2: I am trying to eat protein and get my muscles to grow. I did two cycling classes at the gym and they were awesome. I ran with my boss. Next week I need to do more weight training and that's good because I have two sessions with a trainer. Fun! I am having a hard time staying away from all the candy and cakes around. If anyone has tips please let me know!</div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-70731174071789442032012-01-20T07:55:00.000-08:002012-01-20T07:55:45.373-08:00Gold's Gym and Doterra Weight Loss Competitions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>WEEK 1</strong> The weight loss competition sounds oh so fun. Not really, not when you like to make desserts all the time. Not when you have to watch every portion size. Oh and did I mention that my neighbor who is a salesman for Winder Farms brought over THREE Carrot Cream Cakes this week because I watch his 11 year old sometimes. I gave one away to a neighbor, but I couldn't resist the luscious temptation, and I ended up devouring quite a bit. Maybe that's why I've only lost 2 pounds. I figured I would just exercise it off. So that's why I was at the gym for three hours tonight. I need to drink more water before I eat, and exercise. That's one thing this week I will try to improve on. Also eating more Doterra Slim and Sassy shakes to satiate my hunger. </div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-44520191600259094082012-01-20T00:24:00.000-08:002012-01-20T08:08:13.631-08:00A Weekend with Riley<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This blog post was saved on drafts, and I just found it today. I thoguht I had lost all the videos of Riley, so I am happy to see this is here. I think it was 2010 when I thought it would be fun to bring a racoon home for a weekend after Rachel offered. I don't know why. I realize it coud be very germy, and I promise I would never do that now. Riley is lucky to be alive. Her mom was shot because she was living in an attic in Rachel's in-laws house in Alpine. I guess racoons are a regular occurrence there. A day after she was shot later they heard alot of crying and realized there were babies. Her father in law asked his sons if anyone wanted a baby raccoon, and all four got adopted. I thank Rachel for raising such a cute little raccoon. She had to do a lot of work bottle feeding her and keeping her warm since Riley was only about a week old when she got her. The other ones ended up dying. We enjoyed playing with her, and she was very friendly. She ended up giving Riley to some comservation group after a few months because she was too hard to keep out of the house.</div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-61977029412588458232012-01-20T00:22:00.000-08:002012-01-20T00:23:39.014-08:00Pete is 29<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just got around to posting this. Pete had a great birthday here in Spanish Fork with his family and Logan and I and Jesse. Logan loved the mango slushie drink and especially because he got to drink it our of a goblet. We had fried fish (dover sole), and I just amde up some flour mixture to fry it in which turned out really well. I also used it on the potatoes. There were so many nice things to say about Pete that we had to go around the circle more than once. I can't remember if it was two or three times, but some of the nice things were that he is a good dad, fun to be with, an outdoorsy person, and always cares about what's going on in other peoples lives. He got a nice BYU Football book from his parents. Happy Birthday!</div>
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</div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-73779659343750962932011-07-14T14:34:00.000-07:002011-07-14T14:52:25.643-07:00Great Grandkids' Treasure Hunt at Grandma BarkersFunny, I haven't made a post in more than a year. Well now you know where my priorities don't lie. Internet at home is way too slow for uploading pics and no blog post would be good without a picture, right. So now I am at school, just barely getting the results back from my thesis data, but I decide to do a bog post. Pete and Logan made it up to Fruit Heights, which doesn't happen too often, back in June when Katie was visiting with her kids. I had to teach a racquetball class, but I heard it was fun. Logan likes olives! The Vernons (my immediate family only) have a tradition of not liking olives unless they are on a pizza. I guess Logan really is a Webb! Or Great Grandma Fern has passed it down to him.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqiT42c4Ge9GvbK0-X-53syc59Kx4ZTUzSHoXsykPRUHnKP3UfL83Vedif-W7IRN7sCnt9a3EhAO5iq40Hna1PAE1Nto85uIqWzwfB4PR2jAVP0oeASCnTQ6o8SVvJ7Wlr7jvQ5QluKI/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqiT42c4Ge9GvbK0-X-53syc59Kx4ZTUzSHoXsykPRUHnKP3UfL83Vedif-W7IRN7sCnt9a3EhAO5iq40Hna1PAE1Nto85uIqWzwfB4PR2jAVP0oeASCnTQ6o8SVvJ7Wlr7jvQ5QluKI/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I guess there was a treasure hunt by Great Grandma Barker and no one could find the treasure, incuding her. She found it later in a cupboard. I totally know the feeling - i.e. old Halloween candy. Playing with Grandma Barkers awesome toys and games should have been fun enough for the kids. Hot Wheels racing, driving electric trains, poke the pirate and alphabet stacking blocks to name a few. Well I hope to do another post soon, but I really should get going. Check back next year.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-30137790155992475312010-04-21T22:44:00.000-07:002010-04-21T23:29:01.960-07:00Thanksgiving Point Tulips<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The tulip festival was a great idea for my cousin June's birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXyE47FKzeVm7EVGNlF9m3rC_q3z4uOVAFqJD9N4wjXpT2FgEXgHJdP6MKGXirggZOmVQzjm0FlyUb8tG5gWzJThmHxq6bt4n6cch93CUGqwOo-mrZOhNtK9adg3vD9_tf_r6Gh9wVhU/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXyE47FKzeVm7EVGNlF9m3rC_q3z4uOVAFqJD9N4wjXpT2FgEXgHJdP6MKGXirggZOmVQzjm0FlyUb8tG5gWzJThmHxq6bt4n6cch93CUGqwOo-mrZOhNtK9adg3vD9_tf_r6Gh9wVhU/s320/028.JPG" wt="true" /></a> Mom got all 4 kids in one stroller, and gave them ice cream cone bubbles. It reminded me of my childhood - always so fun and squishy in the car or the stroller. Etta Mae will have this many kids in one stroller pretty soon, plus one walking. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGp-DRQVer-rJ9UszVlMJvjicWdYWpg4smyWljyNUIF3BMKtSlQqtHTDD6vlEczFSsT71yaau4u3f0kpZe4-JIca4DFI-xqd8GtMwRXrECBNzjH2MAzeIXmF7CFpmFBzrBfPks9gSyiVE/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGp-DRQVer-rJ9UszVlMJvjicWdYWpg4smyWljyNUIF3BMKtSlQqtHTDD6vlEczFSsT71yaau4u3f0kpZe4-JIca4DFI-xqd8GtMwRXrECBNzjH2MAzeIXmF7CFpmFBzrBfPks9gSyiVE/s320/034.JPG" wt="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhab4Oo6XQvWqPHj5VXUD8J3f-5aD-7nguw8GVwJNNleq9eO8IphZjsujy6p2vxUS25nTF-MwBlZt1PXvuTkshke46wBN1HPDEhmTD0zynR50P0u6ujYMjX__QTV9sSQiykqFVmEMJl3uo/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhab4Oo6XQvWqPHj5VXUD8J3f-5aD-7nguw8GVwJNNleq9eO8IphZjsujy6p2vxUS25nTF-MwBlZt1PXvuTkshke46wBN1HPDEhmTD0zynR50P0u6ujYMjX__QTV9sSQiykqFVmEMJl3uo/s320/040.JPG" wt="true" /></a>Logan- 23 mos, Alan- 26 mos and Austin- 19 mos, June's boy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0BknilLWbK7qdd_uT3Xb-wyzTES7RVGmOq9rdU-4t9T35_18LO2UVUSQjdB9LoTUXbQ4Wz2Op7bYwKjTolQ1ubtBN-B9dVOqfJFhhFfcTMMDCCfDxZk4g2vcoqUMhqY26zMcy3pEEJI/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0BknilLWbK7qdd_uT3Xb-wyzTES7RVGmOq9rdU-4t9T35_18LO2UVUSQjdB9LoTUXbQ4Wz2Op7bYwKjTolQ1ubtBN-B9dVOqfJFhhFfcTMMDCCfDxZk4g2vcoqUMhqY26zMcy3pEEJI/s320/051.JPG" wt="true" /></a>He was getting tired by the end and needed his binky.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLHdOYAGE9_Ec4yBauBfwjspBUb4XD3D-sOAL1L2sKKt3oEQp766ZxMAK8JEpzj8SuWGwe_NiohjneQcQjeksQbdhQ3h3bTCYVEaQ5C2vDniCq2cSGRGlpEAmTZ1jCu_Q3341LjBxlFM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLHdOYAGE9_Ec4yBauBfwjspBUb4XD3D-sOAL1L2sKKt3oEQp766ZxMAK8JEpzj8SuWGwe_NiohjneQcQjeksQbdhQ3h3bTCYVEaQ5C2vDniCq2cSGRGlpEAmTZ1jCu_Q3341LjBxlFM/s320/010.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTUNHs6ysx-78jWAV0GbvuqC1g7KxzVpoxImBu4BVgGm1RwHZIwuNPHXtRvoVUW7Kd2LL126YuWBsSx1Q6veJVJNtLukXOaxYT1czSA7Kdh_u1jXT0XpuEcCC5DPWCVN8vQ5CR83TlGw/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTUNHs6ysx-78jWAV0GbvuqC1g7KxzVpoxImBu4BVgGm1RwHZIwuNPHXtRvoVUW7Kd2LL126YuWBsSx1Q6veJVJNtLukXOaxYT1czSA7Kdh_u1jXT0XpuEcCC5DPWCVN8vQ5CR83TlGw/s320/048.JPG" wt="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmUPRQ76eJyt8htxVlzUde3DT03WLViR1q5DQ6rahXjbj5ygtkw6IxPRvZDLaeVdt0JcMezsCLA2A0CQAR0S9-AEgvg1rppuWl2aNndICjZ5UT925chsG44BHbCvOHa1jYk5tVAvV6eA/s1600/015+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8rKYdYPbd5-OvOtemluMwaOFPVLMyb4H01Jw9deDT4Bp8gvivrdsFRPsBwUpnbys_HK1dLPzm4COrS8aMJi-nLu2Ynr_fyhHv66dtNmXti3sVah__T7Fb0y651ODeKSmV2dI9DHuaZM/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8rKYdYPbd5-OvOtemluMwaOFPVLMyb4H01Jw9deDT4Bp8gvivrdsFRPsBwUpnbys_HK1dLPzm4COrS8aMJi-nLu2Ynr_fyhHv66dtNmXti3sVah__T7Fb0y651ODeKSmV2dI9DHuaZM/s320/017.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div>Finding his bellybutton, as usual.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56e7xbL9BFce0Md-9c0-lOF3QXTonJwHzqZVb_iPCBuH_EEQOl-ws4i6sDPHnARtUYuAFhEvN52ZxKeDdfXXW2b4YaA5_IjJ_DpnjtuDWUAHnRIGpBvfRsM443WKYuD1bR-VoeDPbyyQ/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56e7xbL9BFce0Md-9c0-lOF3QXTonJwHzqZVb_iPCBuH_EEQOl-ws4i6sDPHnARtUYuAFhEvN52ZxKeDdfXXW2b4YaA5_IjJ_DpnjtuDWUAHnRIGpBvfRsM443WKYuD1bR-VoeDPbyyQ/s320/033.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> Logan follows Alan in dangerous stunts.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyEDA8BxDV0F24B-j6-4BC3mWW4-ykjD1cxLyxMjBrUD9Vfmz8Dol-lO9iyco9HGD-CeoMVoAUznQOVZTFGxhw6CCJAle7s2ZYDoAbYQHDCcHX1AJTGc1M1koxAWNKbLB37cLL-Y9T8A/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyEDA8BxDV0F24B-j6-4BC3mWW4-ykjD1cxLyxMjBrUD9Vfmz8Dol-lO9iyco9HGD-CeoMVoAUznQOVZTFGxhw6CCJAle7s2ZYDoAbYQHDCcHX1AJTGc1M1koxAWNKbLB37cLL-Y9T8A/s320/029.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjpm2z3XoASBg10KcQUfsEh3SII6WefYLyuvICMz62njIbO1b1ioFhjPR8Og74VM6pe1WkkWezpfN4YWyKxRqUDrWYQmkmJaLs0GBvFeRUXdkEzMVytfn95cDHmKBOio5oQNwQL_md2o/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjpm2z3XoASBg10KcQUfsEh3SII6WefYLyuvICMz62njIbO1b1ioFhjPR8Og74VM6pe1WkkWezpfN4YWyKxRqUDrWYQmkmJaLs0GBvFeRUXdkEzMVytfn95cDHmKBOio5oQNwQL_md2o/s320/012.JPG" wt="true" /></a>Logan had a little wedgie.</div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-8151120582904272152010-03-22T22:28:00.000-07:002010-03-22T22:43:51.446-07:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RJKHi1vjaG7tvC01buGkYD7dbeYNmQz2YeC91hhtNvzhR6v8cBW1WVyiPs_v9aF0tRpWg0A9oI8gjZVe25TVPOycn5qcDGGrBS9wkVDQmcwi1rhL-viGO0c9yVC0DiQ3sENuse89eVw/s1600-h/001.jpgedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RJKHi1vjaG7tvC01buGkYD7dbeYNmQz2YeC91hhtNvzhR6v8cBW1WVyiPs_v9aF0tRpWg0A9oI8gjZVe25TVPOycn5qcDGGrBS9wkVDQmcwi1rhL-viGO0c9yVC0DiQ3sENuse89eVw/s320/001.jpgedited.jpg" vt="true" /></a>Good Luck on your mission Willi! When did you get so tall? This was taken literally minutes before he went into the MTC, as were saying good-bye at Grandma Vernon's. After you endure the monotanous MTC, you will love Taiwan even more! Julia promised she'd hold off on any wedding plans until you got back. JK, but maybe Parley will wait for you to be back. Oh yeah, and I will beat you at racquetball when you get back-even if you are playing right handed! </div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-28245651676643325712010-03-22T22:15:00.000-07:002010-03-22T22:16:08.524-07:00Bye Bye Oldie, Hello Jim<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqJ8iUkJpeEvMm5pOL05M_bi0YxyMoKBDMmQkv0UtAqXFjNDGFjtwwn_R7DR-V4RmJMZRl_JI_YCAKs2xze9GhS0g0EIYFpzWggOzIBrsPzsJvaVJP71crzfA9pG1X24_wPzxgFwImsk/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqJ8iUkJpeEvMm5pOL05M_bi0YxyMoKBDMmQkv0UtAqXFjNDGFjtwwn_R7DR-V4RmJMZRl_JI_YCAKs2xze9GhS0g0EIYFpzWggOzIBrsPzsJvaVJP71crzfA9pG1X24_wPzxgFwImsk/s320/014.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When I got my oldsmobile from my cousin Maryilyn, she told me her name was Goldie, but I changed it to Oldie. She was a great old car, with nice, comfy, soft benches that moved with controls, lots of room to nurse Logan in the back seat, and it could even seat six people for when Hallie and her kids needed a ride. But I suffered through some hot summers with no AC and only one window working, some ridicule over my window crack that was letting snow in and so got some ugly duct tape all over it, and I had to learn to use the makeup mirror for a rearview mirror - Thanks, Dad, for glueing the rearview mirror back on, it but it just wouldn't stay. Then a couple weeks ago Oldie started lurching and not accelerating when I was trying to get onto the freeway. A little scary. The last time I was going to Provo in her, she lurched as I was accelerating, and turned off completely, which made it really hard to steer and brake, especialy trying to U turn on highway 6. We got home, but I knew it was time to say bye to Oldie - plus she has 234,000 miles, which is really good for an oldsmobile. But the biggest reason is that I had already purchased a replacement for Oldie.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhUhLKc5fBP7iDMmMf5Zqd71Pa-qtvYPYlMK3RTwgg2S17q_zrujukQwbgAMu5amxI7yqmLPuN-PnNN4bJe0DBqmCqvmr-x68bFih7hhYtTOPRlF11_Ex-wUIWERILDNik8PbeosEmn0/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhUhLKc5fBP7iDMmMf5Zqd71Pa-qtvYPYlMK3RTwgg2S17q_zrujukQwbgAMu5amxI7yqmLPuN-PnNN4bJe0DBqmCqvmr-x68bFih7hhYtTOPRlF11_Ex-wUIWERILDNik8PbeosEmn0/s320/003.JPG" vt="true" /></a>Meet Jim -named by his previous owner- a reliable Honda Civic with way better gas mileage, turning radius, AC (a first for me), and low miles. He has a few rust spots on the outside, but what does it matter what a car looks like if its got a good engine? Plus, a couple of my neighbors would definitely agree that Jim is better looking than Oldie, as my friend told me I was moving up in the world. </div><br />
The first time I saw Jim on KSL early Sat morning I knew he woud be my car. I called and magically got an appointment to see him that morning before anyone else even though twenty people had called the day before and people kept calling all while I was buying Jim. Dozens were lined up to see him that afternoon. I trusted the U of U student selling the car, who told me that Jim had a lot of life left in him, and had been well taken care of. He did, however, get made fun of by friends for driving a car made with no right side mirror. Who looks at those anyways?<br />
I really needed to get rid of Oldie, but I couldn't just give her to the junk yard, so I listed her for 200.00 on KSL. Explaining her current condition I was suprised to get a lot of calls, but it made me happy that Oldie was wanted. So, late last evening a black guy drove down from Bountiful to take her to his friend's shop, and fix her up. I had a nagging feeling as he was on his way that I should do something, so I remembered to take off the license plate, but I wasn't sure that was it. <br />
Then the guy drove up in his friend's flatbed towtruck with pretty lights all down the sides and came to look at Oldie. As he took Oldie for a test drive, I went in to get the title, which he had specifically asked for before he came all the way here. Suprise, it wasn't in our important file folder binder like I thought! Now I knew why I fet like I should have been doing something. I couldn't believe it wasn't there, and thought it was just between some other papers. But after checking three times and not finding it, I was devastated. I scrambled to any place in the house I could think of, and spread all the papers out of the phonebook cupboard on the floor, out from under the bed, all over the computer desk. I had no idea where it was and it would take hours to go through everything, but by this time the guy was back and standing in the garage waiting. I felt really bad that he had driven so far because I had told him I had the title. I am sure he wouldn't have come if he had known I didn't have it. Several more minutes passed, as I was frantically searching, so I made Pete go out to apologize for me taking so long. <br />
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FINALLY, I thought to say a prayer, and then I right away I got help. As I headed downstairs, I felt like I shouldn't go down there, but to the computer room. As I entered the room I remembered a gold colored BYU folder I had put some housing papers in, and I knew the title was in there. I looked around the room thinking gold folder, gold folder, and then I thought to look under the bed, where I had already looked. I found it, and inside was the title (I forgotten I had scanned it for something last fall). I quickly ran outside, scared that the buyer had left, but he was still there. We made a quick exchange of the title for 200 cash, he loaded up Oldie -which was fun to watch with Logan - and left. Then as I closed the garage door, I realized how thankful I was to Heavenly Father for telling me where to look for that one important piece of paper.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-11236856722278802262010-02-09T21:51:00.000-08:002010-02-10T15:17:30.069-08:00I Want to Be Like Dad.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZLSQE1ZtxGYfnqYtJNR8ix59m8A70k6weotYGZpDYRHh0k_DKnwdi70BaGPv1B_qrxatbkHw-G5ACNIBafr3uRhslRnmXcpOA5xWZA-l-JHRJMU5jOOKj07zg_tb3slLu93xPLqZv20/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436489289258763154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZLSQE1ZtxGYfnqYtJNR8ix59m8A70k6weotYGZpDYRHh0k_DKnwdi70BaGPv1B_qrxatbkHw-G5ACNIBafr3uRhslRnmXcpOA5xWZA-l-JHRJMU5jOOKj07zg_tb3slLu93xPLqZv20/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Logan crossing his legs like Pete.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJXcVRl8a-ZbAqh5QbK73vZ7_2aBLzaz_OVVpStqQP97V6GBzTt9tlSEDiSo0gBsJF5bL_eIQ8s-Fp4HLw3zjqBDqrzRyCVAtBvJEr7OgjCK2nMTNu5Y1pQ-e0UjzzgzjHY00-Q9yJYM/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436489285439395490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJXcVRl8a-ZbAqh5QbK73vZ7_2aBLzaz_OVVpStqQP97V6GBzTt9tlSEDiSo0gBsJF5bL_eIQ8s-Fp4HLw3zjqBDqrzRyCVAtBvJEr7OgjCK2nMTNu5Y1pQ-e0UjzzgzjHY00-Q9yJYM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep, that's just how Dad does it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73CD7iB6Pux3TI1bAOvpgP0OR65toVxF05nGMevmMZ94KS7gvb-yDHVZ_KP5NEme5e-JqZoFEl2Opj4qWNUodkXEDYVm5gG3zE7VoQ1s-NuPXBR2di1Nif628ARtzSx8tPtq6siSCLc4/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436489276956938258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73CD7iB6Pux3TI1bAOvpgP0OR65toVxF05nGMevmMZ94KS7gvb-yDHVZ_KP5NEme5e-JqZoFEl2Opj4qWNUodkXEDYVm5gG3zE7VoQ1s-NuPXBR2di1Nif628ARtzSx8tPtq6siSCLc4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>With one arm out for support and everything.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lBzPD8qQcvfyDI8zndv5zOor_v_WpmdWjJ-n-zGf7RWEJZVMiF3NjyaHLLYJAVWXyFJN703HOtfs-6IXtOD9WogUlWqBeHfoPJby4Yzp88jKzST_8ICHgR2DB1l4sFNxVaEtrqtD_WE/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436489274428072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lBzPD8qQcvfyDI8zndv5zOor_v_WpmdWjJ-n-zGf7RWEJZVMiF3NjyaHLLYJAVWXyFJN703HOtfs-6IXtOD9WogUlWqBeHfoPJby4Yzp88jKzST_8ICHgR2DB1l4sFNxVaEtrqtD_WE/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a>Logan wanted to put on Pete's hat, and then he made such a cute face we all ooooed and he kept holding the same face for a long time so I could get a picture.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfMGHWB1ZrKwvZvcJOmYI2hMXLJJ2asVSVhUeKZvcaZK5mJGP1WV1Nt7jipyRLJPq4nQ3KGYvIX3pKVFwO2jEIKqUY12djexTDe34-M9Y7oxJLP_YHMPNjKhQ4YyarBdjeieGT52Svac/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436489261964299810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfMGHWB1ZrKwvZvcJOmYI2hMXLJJ2asVSVhUeKZvcaZK5mJGP1WV1Nt7jipyRLJPq4nQ3KGYvIX3pKVFwO2jEIKqUY12djexTDe34-M9Y7oxJLP_YHMPNjKhQ4YyarBdjeieGT52Svac/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pete wants to be like Logan.</div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-57766349844522552672010-02-02T00:42:00.000-08:002010-02-02T03:31:02.171-08:00Zermatt Ice Castles and Kahtoola Bigfoot Snowshoe Festival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kgOjggxGT1iTRpoBU_H5m2eIoBSySJXbtc0ki-nJVIUnIQPt1JZfXAJfNRCgWtLkjGc3oKqXoiQGu4CzabZki-ifYMshY4VmK_JhBUZcTiHmra9YQy7Sr2HMhQ7_eq85QVKjSUJAKhc/s1600-h/036.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW64WtQavNfdrV_qx0ADP1_sWUQxGh0G5sChWkLKZj2cvJ6sHegoXlNP45sV5idTaHwPXGLOuVjpvSrpaMQ-2LFEMu7jJUxnBZB0cFpzQ8WYFcJZEWjVi92cn3y1Hc-0pFals0Qwej_BY/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579835239330082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW64WtQavNfdrV_qx0ADP1_sWUQxGh0G5sChWkLKZj2cvJ6sHegoXlNP45sV5idTaHwPXGLOuVjpvSrpaMQ-2LFEMu7jJUxnBZB0cFpzQ8WYFcJZEWjVi92cn3y1Hc-0pFals0Qwej_BY/s320/039.JPG" /></a> Gorgeous ice formations that we thought were just frozen fountains at first when we drove by on the way to my race in Midway. After the race we came to look at them in front of the Zermatt Resort and found out that they were ice castles made by a sculptor who worked on them 14 hours a day, moving around PVC pipe and harvesting icicles-we even saw him out there in his crampons. We were excited that we could go inside for only 2 dollars.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVucztr4e49wMwwH0jrWjoZC-sVO44CdLkSAo90QZIGWbG0ZEQZXgDgKxBcA-Q2o4pgDNYBPrdayzThYtcCPzxkPGcg0xpg0jgwsrgJN_xwRMV4rdFwnuttwgy05_CyXFNdaD7m3TYhTg/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579828813386994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVucztr4e49wMwwH0jrWjoZC-sVO44CdLkSAo90QZIGWbG0ZEQZXgDgKxBcA-Q2o4pgDNYBPrdayzThYtcCPzxkPGcg0xpg0jgwsrgJN_xwRMV4rdFwnuttwgy05_CyXFNdaD7m3TYhTg/s320/040.JPG" /></a> It was cool that under the ice castles were warm springs, like this one where fish could live all year, and Logan liked finding the fish.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPupOceOz-KX9bNxv5yLwZf9kwqv7zUAJKXDeHTtrGvIiqQBr0x4T8aCN6gOUe1354dQ3vLLLJmF09qWaL0nURCzVfsPm3CJGghh6gpVqk2ASHcZq-TPoriRAtgjD7jiKpB4hNbaB21U/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579822386902482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPupOceOz-KX9bNxv5yLwZf9kwqv7zUAJKXDeHTtrGvIiqQBr0x4T8aCN6gOUe1354dQ3vLLLJmF09qWaL0nURCzVfsPm3CJGghh6gpVqk2ASHcZq-TPoriRAtgjD7jiKpB4hNbaB21U/s320/041.JPG" /></a> This was the biggest one that you could go inside. They keep growing until the end of February and then last until May.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4dMLxb-aCyMKZiMKhe8E-pCgCMXT-hubgc-mOGYryXEvg3hMIeeheQnyCuX1C2bhAmCYWbfrGGoWP29P7sCbJ_CAeXcz0Kk8JMqTo7KfGpJWcyHoQSgeZ_GVtcWiNBWC5biKkPsQjkM/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433577897614398082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4dMLxb-aCyMKZiMKhe8E-pCgCMXT-hubgc-mOGYryXEvg3hMIeeheQnyCuX1C2bhAmCYWbfrGGoWP29P7sCbJ_CAeXcz0Kk8JMqTo7KfGpJWcyHoQSgeZ_GVtcWiNBWC5biKkPsQjkM/s320/036.JPG" /></a> So pretty. We want to go back at night because they have lights on them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2ZasUIA_RsTc_fAS2xcuFyERmAojChor2dpnWb5y2WpuLT_CzJHV_fwneLH9AWwsukD5EukpjzLiv6g9L7KnF_qr8af2LIPkug-TOdyods2YVKHP6UgROWEYE6IBJCz83KfsvpzxGak/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433577891138264258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2ZasUIA_RsTc_fAS2xcuFyERmAojChor2dpnWb5y2WpuLT_CzJHV_fwneLH9AWwsukD5EukpjzLiv6g9L7KnF_qr8af2LIPkug-TOdyods2YVKHP6UgROWEYE6IBJCz83KfsvpzxGak/s320/034.JPG" /></a> We could play hide and seek around them.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7bAJaNZc8GHH3iqHLUxBv2JlVLssNtEBg1Yu7GKHsHInJSt2kKIPFzA1MusZ8bOwDipKM5lfJHbxOHGmvYeqT0GcWZsPmVhmlg0Y7dFyVnb9ximJAZHKCpPPvooDuXv1uUKc9vmxYIE/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433577875957220738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7bAJaNZc8GHH3iqHLUxBv2JlVLssNtEBg1Yu7GKHsHInJSt2kKIPFzA1MusZ8bOwDipKM5lfJHbxOHGmvYeqT0GcWZsPmVhmlg0Y7dFyVnb9ximJAZHKCpPPvooDuXv1uUKc9vmxYIE/s320/042.JPG" /></a><br />Inside the big castle there was a narrow hallway, and a little window. It was quite slippery. Has anyone heard of that cool hotel in Canada or something that is made out of ice?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AlhGWvvFw5LxyMtJANE-KusoXJlY5p1Jb9VG-KkHDp-QDbgD31yBrupsz_vuzaQ_RlVz9M9Q_p3J5ZwMkwC07npcHXDC0lOfuay_HvrxymHplKRbD1P4fTo1AXG2lr5CouEEMfpkotM/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433577874639475522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AlhGWvvFw5LxyMtJANE-KusoXJlY5p1Jb9VG-KkHDp-QDbgD31yBrupsz_vuzaQ_RlVz9M9Q_p3J5ZwMkwC07npcHXDC0lOfuay_HvrxymHplKRbD1P4fTo1AXG2lr5CouEEMfpkotM/s320/044.JPG" /></a> Logan loved being inside and when we went down the slippery stairs he wanted to go up again so bad that we braved the ice steps one more time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0u5C_SrBRxf4I_uX50-fYqTu1HmgXLAM5OogpCCpQSGWBD66oOylh4-AUmetZG4cIINMq85GsXU-OycgzWvHZ9nwmzvHMfG2BGkWWhsR1eKyqPXOy2j4naMVg4TX26bEldODaRMpKYU/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433575650997060994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0u5C_SrBRxf4I_uX50-fYqTu1HmgXLAM5OogpCCpQSGWBD66oOylh4-AUmetZG4cIINMq85GsXU-OycgzWvHZ9nwmzvHMfG2BGkWWhsR1eKyqPXOy2j4naMVg4TX26bEldODaRMpKYU/s320/045.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOuQ9zjB9hwxOms9G3-AWPngcwAh95MOwrxT-xwHPI__1hanvzmUcyJULnUPxyYKH8k9Qhs5sC781IBQjvCp61b-eoU14p7PEU1yX-lop9o3IDoNqV01kxahscwnvg46B_t6381rc-5E/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433575635245397474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOuQ9zjB9hwxOms9G3-AWPngcwAh95MOwrxT-xwHPI__1hanvzmUcyJULnUPxyYKH8k9Qhs5sC781IBQjvCp61b-eoU14p7PEU1yX-lop9o3IDoNqV01kxahscwnvg46B_t6381rc-5E/s320/033.JPG" /></a> Someday I'm going to aspire to doing this in my backyard. Wouldn't it be cool to say that your mom does ice castles for a living, like this guy does? It's awesome. By the way, the whole Zermott place was wonderful, just like Switzerland, with it's music, architecture, and bellhoppers in tights.</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433566265096920514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2ojvBeE6XrBlB6CPk9fhyzNwpKKvQ8qJaSx4VClhSkjWaXRadfHpik2iCY5XI1fWWf_0iwDjAydkqrvGFZWXoBdXtssP2fPulrDW3q7yj-o0aVO8GCv7xXXph5NXX4Uju2rCDWY6CYw/s320/031.JPG" /> Earlier that morning at the Kahtoola Bigfoot Snowshoe Festival, standing next to a little Sasquatch Bigfoot.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433568906436961970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSO0QtjMKHf_vxxYYSrqqdXfwn99lY16PRFhKdIM0TgX7U402B0VNjH01xLXbv6lxSADjCzNfoOMpeJwATUWRSC7_ACZ7MmsWEql-Mk6lUpNicLTvH8dbB2yCruRzSG2qxZCxfzOGkog/s320/013.JPG" /></div><div>Me, before the race. I was excited because it was so beautiful to run with sparkling snow all around and no roads. I was also just glad we got there in time. The thick fog all around Deer Creek made driving there a little scary. Good thing I got Pete up and made him drive me, but we didn't leave until 8:10 so I was a little worried. At least we had a GPS directing us so we knew right where to go. It kept telling us we would get there at 8:59, and the race started at 9:00 -Oh no!. It turned out OK and actually the race ended up not starting until 9:15 so I even had time to get a pre-race picture. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433567376173063842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlZq50BkmpGJl_xt0gKtjDxRkOO1C9I_9OnoAs91iISm3mboYJouLrG7Bt8UjlLrdQGEQvCDe6Uk7-GzoAHR5t4rjjBZMGjNqqsv2OB1QJk3wBpB45tb_VdehZZ5oTlkFeOSCgo8c9Uw/s320/029.JPG" /> What the race course looked like. This lady was on her second loop -she was doing the 25k, I think. The races offered were: 5k, 10k, 25k, marathon and 50k -in snowshoes! These people were amazing, I was glad I was ony doing a 5k with the shape I was in. There were some true 'granolas' there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_JVWfLbQUnMGLv8fE_JuGgvqAJVA-l9MFYDDCSI4PzOQjp_UTthm6INvIafCzCcjBywODXY6dcfMyc7S1z8PdwlnekFBtJcbrtTtw__RZ_s7Y3NU_7UW7-jE7QZf9d24s2VDn-qLc7I/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433575627489014994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_JVWfLbQUnMGLv8fE_JuGgvqAJVA-l9MFYDDCSI4PzOQjp_UTthm6INvIafCzCcjBywODXY6dcfMyc7S1z8PdwlnekFBtJcbrtTtw__RZ_s7Y3NU_7UW7-jE7QZf9d24s2VDn-qLc7I/s320/015.JPG" /></a> Me, post-race with my frozen eyelashes and mustache.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433568888421337682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qjDKdrDAn4j-3b2C4epwLC5sd9V2RtZcRWl9pGR-qzy5Vyzo4mm9xUTrzGrWWm0zfmbXB8rv8OZ29A5dL_MN7ITOBWkABg_zo6OKtuuVZuoSqPAcwlmTUywYUwoKdU0x_gQtBuzzL1A/s320/016.JPG" /></div><div>My traction device called Yaktrax that Pete got me for my birthday last year. A lot of people ran in snowshoes, but I think these were much faster, as long as I didn't step in the middle of the trail and sink in. But to win in the long races you had to wear snowshoes the whole way. Kahtoola company was there selling these snowshoes you're supposed to be able to really run in -I might try them next year</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433566273961227458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHc-fJGd_nS_YL2EHoLErScQypDMsycvqnfW2W0FclDTHE9ycPSm6IbbIk8ZQjxJtHFVoJyB7BQjVI4cdMewT0umNJJ8cvRUqof-u6f-_-3tzte9D3_pZ-ZLwd21gA5OZ1twAkjwbdmqo/s320/032.JPG" /></div><div>I won overall first place female in the 5k, suprisingly enough. I guess my total of two workouts on the treadmill this winter payed off. This is me with the awesome race director, John Bozung, who is an amazing ultramarathoner. When he turned 52 he did 52 marathons in one year.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433567404588334610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfduFS1E9jdttJ8jdQDIhLrRxJkQgFD4697Hi3RELCGMsxiZoT_Jvun9EXvhcLS6sFRY3kzRY3oCuoDWuIzFSV2G-qWFnB7i_rLQiv5M-qgC-G3GfT1AukTreA0q43hwlIUlOc3ZM5CQQ/s320/017.JPG" /></div><div>They had great cream of broccoli soup afterwards. This guy was waiting around for his friend to finish the 50k -over 30 miles! He came with his family and friend from St Louis- there were people from Virginia, and a couple other states as well.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433567401208291954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhhcOilaCwpYQfxoo0x5_OW3Ie6EnX4-7fC-W1IoMuQbhABDPioipCyK5cbRouxnFoPeoA7ZOzn7iDWWOBwZB2hb9ikOKlSV5albrbIO46OEAwnPX0fVHTxALz89mExtCLnJSvSR-GlA/s320/018.JPG" /></div><div>Logan and Pete enjoyed seeing all the visitor center animals while I ran. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433567395257401362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTthFK63Ur6h3yqj0NTCugDcZa1lWqiSAff5gMR129kQlDQctE_5QlTBOEMbepJcDXQcxUabPSqQz7R0xg19BImAeCmcPxCQvLf7dK4UJWSCNXtAbdBpyXmMTxuIpYOUDc0T0NXY6QJQ/s320/019.JPG" /></div><div>But the coolest thing was finding all the heater vents. Logan does that everyhwere he goes, nowadays. In the store he will point out if they are big square ones or big circle ones-those way up high in the ceiling. That's something I never noticed before - he is so going to be a good handyman.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433568916949466866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPF9lLyXcuNOP-DGmQcw5staoupNq7on8v8W6RvAdMYGVG0ONpWy6ZLcbsBuEOiN-ohJMeFbsQFy2dQEiAooXewxNyFbchIF5Ey1uPkEwOiOz20TWlo9oHw3WhV4MTRIWRzuHahRTQrVI/s320/028.JPG" />Logan got ahold of half of my 180 energy drink which tasted like orange soda, and was in a pop can, so he loved it, of course. The race director warned us that Logan would be jumping off the walls, and he was right - the caffeine combined with M&Ms that Logan kept sneaking made for one hyper little boy. After he ran around in the visitors center awhile, people kept telling Pete that Logan needed to run the race next year.</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxT9O5Iug85PRNAmNZi9hNGKC4ogfKJ1W9vhuHch7MbWNFZYkYD5bh1j50l47tt3S_9mj704y4xD0WlIV4c8Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>Pete and Logan eventually came outside to get some of those wiggles out, and it worked. By the time we drove home after stopping at the Zermott, Logan fell fast alseep. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433568910662249186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFG_fv1jkD83Fld1SEh1vMnbsF7XzylFBndfOgkb0gJbZf_qIPlxkRDUwsbjPEFWMd8VjSIbd8aDGUqI23doRxha0-kCplCNDjjjlCc6zWF3E7PKnBnNKYHKs0zMdEuQUZC3D0E_t170/s320/023.JPG" /> Pete liked the Sasquatch Bigfoot statue. I hope Pete never decides to let his hair grow out like that.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-29424960461875158612010-01-29T08:12:00.000-08:002010-01-29T08:29:14.388-08:00Julia and LoganJulia and Logan were having a very fun time dancing together, and twirling their baby dolls around in circles while big Julia and Jason talked on the couch. They were so cute sitting on this little doll sofa together, and also it was cute when they were tired they'd lay down on the floor next to each other. Then one of them would say, "Wake up," and they'd start dancing again.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAXF1VuSHdOQVnpTk_2ytJQbfsVwuofdEPeydlvLgTQ3lfbdxSoVrXhP5RKjpx-yqVE60nDzeLtCckitt1ZpQ080oRq61SgIaars1rf6Z0ogetySOC6egpqxMoXi69q1R9Zftm-H7l3I/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432196202589245058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAXF1VuSHdOQVnpTk_2ytJQbfsVwuofdEPeydlvLgTQ3lfbdxSoVrXhP5RKjpx-yqVE60nDzeLtCckitt1ZpQ080oRq61SgIaars1rf6Z0ogetySOC6egpqxMoXi69q1R9Zftm-H7l3I/s320/005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHN8RAWEz1Ymhc_IsjRZT4l3bjDwd499S369YUygOsRzK8x9QstkI2suSBKT9yeNqlctjw8zcwHbn2f-2jzylPCwq5r1N9iXs08ntusdLe3eMKXuIKUwLGLm8alJQ7UGXuxSajYpDO0o/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432196194487221154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHN8RAWEz1Ymhc_IsjRZT4l3bjDwd499S369YUygOsRzK8x9QstkI2suSBKT9yeNqlctjw8zcwHbn2f-2jzylPCwq5r1N9iXs08ntusdLe3eMKXuIKUwLGLm8alJQ7UGXuxSajYpDO0o/s320/006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TpZEZv8BmF4rYn0tZgSJDhpAN0Ch2gaOb1xYir2dGBpPmk0nlRtnrQo4UGYcVgvDi5O93NYow6y7PO-iY5Xv2ANePmcplD2Bna4a-2qX9qhW81TVTqD_2Ks_lROWtrrlxlRHfAkms_A/s1600-h/004.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-79026712117126748192010-01-19T22:11:00.000-08:002010-01-21T07:34:00.958-08:00He Stayed in Nursery!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpejeQbPXzlt6q3Xs6zqFAvK2Vc2tOH4M2XRxfhyUQ6E78ofpw27Qa2rmiK1FhLTRwZAmcnylNi3EnbsDVar_dkdOlTKmU-G9HwHeZCE_f35b7X8ZlI6ZCcYqZIuuVwpKIDta4J1K_Fvs/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428701312394440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpejeQbPXzlt6q3Xs6zqFAvK2Vc2tOH4M2XRxfhyUQ6E78ofpw27Qa2rmiK1FhLTRwZAmcnylNi3EnbsDVar_dkdOlTKmU-G9HwHeZCE_f35b7X8ZlI6ZCcYqZIuuVwpKIDta4J1K_Fvs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Logan with a new haircut and ready for church.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYB97fSgTrJ5OjsBKUwWfhkjB33fAs7ibTT_37dCnGwAQmuzI2NvRZbTp7E67XawLGo08UZB7hys2s2Os43f3XkxldlbhghaX3Eigk9VdQ3uqn-apm7-NYyR-rUFnRMz0nVbhZd_H1ss/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428701304959838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYB97fSgTrJ5OjsBKUwWfhkjB33fAs7ibTT_37dCnGwAQmuzI2NvRZbTp7E67XawLGo08UZB7hys2s2Os43f3XkxldlbhghaX3Eigk9VdQ3uqn-apm7-NYyR-rUFnRMz0nVbhZd_H1ss/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>And yes, he did stay in nursery for the last hour by himself - not crying one bit. The teacher did have to hold him on his lap all the time, but I was very impressed with Logan for learning that he can have fun without us there. Props to Pete for being the one to leave him, I don't think it woud have worked with me.</div></div><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxB-9T45Otz5k7Iy6ttc7gu3r-8aluDuEwGsxG-frtsDpDSx0SFp3uWESmj-e26WUKtJ_UAMJcULuoBG8nB_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Logan was so cute I had to take a video, and also to show off my birthday present I bought myself at Kmart for only $25 because it was 75% off - a Christmas light music box that moves the lights to the music. All of these were gone even before Christmas, but this was the display and so no one thought it was for sell. I found some worker and asked him, then waited while that guy called three people to try out if it was for sell and find the price, then give me 75% off. But it was worth it even if Logan had to eat a few skittles to stay quiet. We will have a cool house next year, if our tiny patch of grass doesn't put a damper on things.<br /></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dztfv7TTdNVu1GKA6f30m1z5yj6vFh1MrnKS8xKg58Bw4QN0CHlARATaUuN4YgjizAzV75sMQQmPSwFj8WQQA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-59964561226716752922010-01-12T21:07:00.000-08:002010-01-14T07:52:14.730-08:00Logan's Reading<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw41vsHHTVeAf6zJn4Tt-6pmvWgUvYjJVZHJzK-NwcDwJ952WxZjdZGHtTTFHsiXjqU4V-UJfRDfWLG7cROmA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>"S-T-O-P, Stop!" Logan has become obsessed with this little stop sign. He doesn't really know how to read, he just likes to say "Stop" after he spells it. Still, it's a start. Logan's cousin, Julia is super smart, but she has this defiant streak in her and usually just pretends she doesn't know the answer. Logan misses her the most out of any cousins, because he goes around saying, "Julia gone, Yas Degas," (Las Vegas). Good thing she is coming back to visit in two weeks!</p>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-90950383729639033192010-01-09T06:21:00.000-08:002010-01-14T07:53:37.092-08:00Snowy Days<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424747715954428562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_SPpxz0BikY7hPd2E8q1Hq1V0Z_QEkXt2iKX2WsITuY4fJq3VR1FoY8EPKMlhnv09aWAUz_GtHSeiGHy2HPDqkto9suKsK7LocSFwm-2ZPGW9j_V8pcBe5X78tMpijoiAwC-SBR_sI8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /> We were lucky to get a huge snowfall after Christmas, so we spent a couple days just playing in the snow and it was great. Logan got out in his snowsuit and for the first time enjoyed it. He wasn't scared to walk off in the snow all by himself in the deep snow along the fence, or walk on the slippery ice. He didn't want to go down the sled hill by himself, however.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424746312138693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1GYF070fv-MOpfTgb9-kdP0_R3IPhc7FKE4Pv6rKdzJtLnKcSWnHNDCwUYg0V49yrt9-3MVGEhVUAfGQ2RBsqd3dK7OJlhCiV2vVW2TILsmmYSL3p-bE9nuSf11rCfj47_nifHvkxtc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /> I stayed busy making snowballs for Logan and Julia to smash. Logan kept saying, "Logan, big one." Then he would say, "Logan smash it, fingers." Julia looked cute with her snowpants and connected boots. I held both their hands as we walked through the deep snow and they liked to stomp it down, or do anything the other one did, like push snowballs through the grate. They had so much fun together, sometimes I really wish I had twins.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425909479650526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95wgr9iBaX1R33S97YRYHxahyphenhyphenedNnh4ybgvWRe9G7u-7MrFWAhpIrVqDKsAzfpvkQLFF9gaXX_OA3FxwmfdN3uESdSHtyxY_suQNsGkWideesFjMWz0SF9-utPhrsAssoRqb53fCX49Q/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424747700072033682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FXd1jHj2xVdRIkGc0ZdeQbq10jU7-YpA8IT8BZVax7uDYYUDwCeyKxVZVPzptDuD8SvpmDuZ05wNBiu3M_VQwhndTeOxjAiYX1FGSne_P6jCh7uq8lebEMPx1mcUUJUreIa8KWtinLg/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /><br />Our little snow house that Keirra and I spent forever making, but it was fun. Mom gave us these cool brick molds we used with snow and a little water to make the bricks keep their shape. It was a couple days in the making, but even had a few tunnels under the wall for mail, etc. Alaya kept making tunnels for dogs to get in. One time Julia pushed over a lot of bricks before they froze together and I got mad at her. Logan thought it was a good place to hide.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424747694163274642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7DF68fypUP3L_oofySuAMi2GlaWeglrv01nNHQrzh2JreDyhHyGx3DCv3RyxUyNNK6km0qvRGuGHMM2-PX3J4_hEwmJGsBCTtQ-DkAmeHWU1_sjARgDjRXN-ec0DOrj7rRYnaTub8Pc/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /> He's trying to stick the little shovel through the window when I tell him not to.<br />It's always fun to tease Mom.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424746324469338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOt73zt9TZEo1L39Aq7XAXk-6Gvy1DybNUw2XsUqwVI_VA_z3R2A8-8CNlID-e5U3Od8jJ79Jsy8OwCDoGH24dpvsBNcScNcMMeW1uVLVp1_C1VWwT9JXrEWqv12GCGxByEuVqSp5n1g/s320/014.JPG" border="0" />Keirra, Alaya and I had a secret night sledding party and meeting in our snow hut. We went out at 10:00 with a fashlight, some silly string and hid from the airplane bombers (Keirra was scared of this one low-flying airplane). A board and a few sleds closed off the roof so much that it got warm inside, and I could even sit up comfortably under the roof. The sledding was really good that night - it was so slick we just slid down in our snowpants, and actually went really fast! It was just gorgeous outside, although the wind started picking up. I miss just doing fun things like late-night sledding with the family. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXm-wlibS-HokiIbmgtSWLIVqUNN-Ud71kHDQy10G__nfX9kbgAfS7bSE8tJYDbhC2Touaorp3mwe2lG5C4MnoobKMYt5p7q20hrMhPeLhdX9DfunGciIkp29_w3li32zGUdfe3Uy2Zk/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424747710893924514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXm-wlibS-HokiIbmgtSWLIVqUNN-Ud71kHDQy10G__nfX9kbgAfS7bSE8tJYDbhC2Touaorp3mwe2lG5C4MnoobKMYt5p7q20hrMhPeLhdX9DfunGciIkp29_w3li32zGUdfe3Uy2Zk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a>Scott and Keirra with her beautiful snowman princess.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyav25PEPyQf-8-ZnRgJZ3z-eI8g3leB4v1cOBd5-JLSzsq6YSGmetlbvpMcmVDI8KE1P5gdoIX3BYn7Ecv7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The best sled hill was right behind our house!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-17616495691759666622010-01-09T06:04:00.000-08:002010-01-09T06:14:34.804-08:00Feeding Jesus<p>We set up a big manger scene in our house and I put a porcelain doll down as baby Jesus. Logan one day came back to the kitchen where I was washing dishes and said, "raisins, Jesus." He had dumped all his box of raisins on Jesus' face to be nice and share with him. Logan likes to feed other people, but now he's only allowed to give Jesus the toy milk bottle.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxpzQKBrYFEtdEi8Na5lev6GAyjnkHslIto5sO9cOaS7puJY0NR1fAqz-L-e5Ps9ceQIxnJkCbrG_gHsnljSw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-76415571782876933832010-01-08T05:39:00.000-08:002010-01-09T06:04:07.391-08:00Christmas Morning<p>We got to spend the night at the Webbs and enjoy a great fire and sheperd's dinner. Logan kept saying Grandpa fire hot. Christmas morning was a whole new experience for Logan, and he sure loved having so many fun people around like Ian and Micheal. Logan loved Megan too, he just didn't want to show it at the time. He wouldn't say her name or give her a kiss, and ran away when he got close to her in the kitchen. He was just scared of her, and now he's better, but it was really funny. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwZyo_UeZESWzQiXJ5dTUG4UBlfndcr2oybp-boghOpMn6F4RIOjKRLhlfb8n75CmezVUjctbNLJ_fbxZbEcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxEu7X838mQoHRr-AGvwfL9tdVsEe_wSQ2I41vFWBujAY8OP5SKV--qbiLQ8iqTXIC8Qdy4tfbYa1Wg3xTfPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>After some help, Logan learned how to open presents all by himself. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxXMEdOtEITfh8UtkmkU5S-rn6pqjUNdeTvw7S_Lmh-KcmEJhIEFSvtIXHcp1Aml4azWQaCsAnELkVSsw5y2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwnLN0GtUI7PjvaO4DJqyQn8U8WIsENSohA07CEcjYFDxDx8Z5iF7cOQpMACcFvqke6yKDwWj_sL_Fqf2DQtA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>We had a great time playing with the playdough buckets that morning. He really liked cutting with the little knife all the cookies and cheese and pretzels we made him. Pete and Logan also enjoyed building block towers and tearing them down. Logan aready can't wait until next Christmas.</p>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-76492131035637993562009-12-05T06:36:00.000-08:002009-12-05T07:56:57.716-08:00Festival of TreesIt was so beautiful, I have never seen so many Christmas trees in my life. This Fairy tree was one of my favorites, and there are more pictures of the gorgeous and fun trees later.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765644148324562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bVNFjNrxgXo_Z-Ssgc-XGDHLVVPjCadmwKN7WhS0kSlWfTtZxNxG3C6IZ4DlQSDyA7pMIlsNukte4jy3n2IJvTfQTlISBibwJZguB5WljoeUIF7SJ-DFVLvda2Vvdksc2D2lGuVb-7g/s320/048.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765637647282642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqzyDmX_d33mpBJZEOVJi6EAHS88FTedfjw5BzDzpHWEasf0_ggMZ5ZvP3vKf6Xj4VpspOhV4pwNklFSciih6fD2UYiCW0zkCBAOpMn6L76kB5vDYYuYQ0bclRtYuZ7acrSZAyipRpI0/s320/013.JPG" /><br /> Logan and I tried to go to the park this morning, but it was freezing cold especially with the wind I found out later it was about 5 degrees. Then Grandma Helen invited us to go to the Festival of Trees with my Aunt Miriam and my cousin June who's boy, Austin, is Logan's age. We were glad Grandma saved us from a day of boredom.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765632421987794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlNxqrSIgP3awEesYxVlEdohYT3oy1VOyGUF5qN24W7WRy6NbcHsw-oRhcFdbd-wDphhhWyn-CFraU4H84Xy00frHaERkHWbFfQFqoBqfT-MGdwATkqUnkjwgsJtQ95oZN5ZbIeKJb6Q/s320/014.JPG" /><br /> Before we left Grandma was deciding what to wear to the Messiah tonight because she wouldn't have time when we got back. She walked out all fancy wearing these huge earrings and I laughed. We vetoed them because would distract from the soloist who she sits right under with the other flutes. But they are clip ons so Logan got to wear them a little and he sure liked them. When I am taking the picture he looks at the camera with his "I'm cute, and I know it" pose.<br /> Before walking all over for two hours at the convention center we went to eat all we could at Sweet Tomatoes buffet. By that time we all felt like being pushed in a wheelchair like Grandma Carey, as June said. Logan and Austin were the cutest boys sitting together at the end of the table and eating plate after plate. Austin was always tring to feed Logan his pizza or cucumbers, and Logan just kep eating and eating. Nobody could believe that they ate so much although it was really nice because they were both so good and quiet the whole meal, eating as much as we did. There were concequences later, however, when we drove over the mountain back to Alpine Logan was eating an apple, and it was just too much food to keep in with the bumpy ride. He started saying, "Owie" and then he threw up right before we got home. What was funny is that later we were telling Grandpa what happened and as I was describing all the food Logan ate and how he just coughed it all up, Logan looked at me and opened his mouth to throw up a lot more. I was almost out of clothes by then, but we found some deep in the diaper bag.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411766023400739602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz14Qrsmx48UDcMDFuxsG35OE9BoZpkGYTaSLqtqBVXkEHR_ebhcqcWL_jmshS4cUB9ONXZsH5Jpiku_MzZIOIEaNs_aoBA8m81Cs5tEKXJGEs1SiPjK-6Z1DW_u762HqKA9TmxCVd8y8/s320/020.JPG" /><br />Miriam's favorite tree, Breath of Heaven, was one I liked also, with a row of tutu's aong one side and that cute chair.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5rta72YYfTB4Potnw9QsRzWlZorJ_gN4mfAvDlcx5qSskVNqiHmRftnux1MCY9NsGhXaj9_Wnfa9LJS-jmv1ZmIZ08wWTUKSqZBOJqNaKosJi1ONuVC5_RwMfffIoASb9MIfN7R0sjc/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765629501735298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5rta72YYfTB4Potnw9QsRzWlZorJ_gN4mfAvDlcx5qSskVNqiHmRftnux1MCY9NsGhXaj9_Wnfa9LJS-jmv1ZmIZ08wWTUKSqZBOJqNaKosJi1ONuVC5_RwMfffIoASb9MIfN7R0sjc/s320/017.JPG" /></a> Great Grandma Carey and Logan got free rides. By the end we were all shuffled out and wanting rides, as Miriam said.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYnwoqemoIoUun0djVPznPzh6ZL8ZEk668PMIB43cj7ATFe4OqoxTd7Etd_tY5nTqjPTR6fsM4Va62poeZs76XBoOOfhqc8UqApuYdaG1X27JS8OEXs0gTkEqXmTLnO7K7_Ffr5RsBvc/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765617775002306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYnwoqemoIoUun0djVPznPzh6ZL8ZEk668PMIB43cj7ATFe4OqoxTd7Etd_tY5nTqjPTR6fsM4Va62poeZs76XBoOOfhqc8UqApuYdaG1X27JS8OEXs0gTkEqXmTLnO7K7_Ffr5RsBvc/s320/041.JPG" /></a> June's favorite.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsr1YIcsG4fQcCsWtg2lHw9QgsX9BVee2xXVk_4RsiBGbp5hWjXY80nLfNIO64sSTQJ5X-6omTH66Nuxh1BAONCp-w18PCmXyNGm5F3QMkyomKSI3tcfTj1lLCofNUQ4brLVvYunfVdM/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764611123440530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsr1YIcsG4fQcCsWtg2lHw9QgsX9BVee2xXVk_4RsiBGbp5hWjXY80nLfNIO64sSTQJ5X-6omTH66Nuxh1BAONCp-w18PCmXyNGm5F3QMkyomKSI3tcfTj1lLCofNUQ4brLVvYunfVdM/s320/030.JPG" /></a> Mom's choice if she was going to buy one, because of the statue that you would have when the tree was gone.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyK5lAiXCaw3M2FWrnL9zgMzeC8qKIlLM9GNGs4P8CNHLd2sa-LM4_sKNsuKcRE3I1dwaLb_4Qh5CCekEvt2i5Wn8AsqN-mYPK88hW7REFTGL3nbuO5L8XJJeGr5tpy3SA4itb4HLsPbs/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764602143929730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyK5lAiXCaw3M2FWrnL9zgMzeC8qKIlLM9GNGs4P8CNHLd2sa-LM4_sKNsuKcRE3I1dwaLb_4Qh5CCekEvt2i5Wn8AsqN-mYPK88hW7REFTGL3nbuO5L8XJJeGr5tpy3SA4itb4HLsPbs/s320/026.JPG" /></a> A kid favorite.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0RbPQc_sSRSPrGIyxHG9vSvlIp0LefYe-LQqESq3Lck6J3O-99pzF5gU8MBRgf673w6WBRlseMqNc5WMImj4MvqsJ7cbHrBjPa8VRatpc1PV3tL1i75vBka-SVmJXywtcgAivUSFC3k/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764596706860562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0RbPQc_sSRSPrGIyxHG9vSvlIp0LefYe-LQqESq3Lck6J3O-99pzF5gU8MBRgf673w6WBRlseMqNc5WMImj4MvqsJ7cbHrBjPa8VRatpc1PV3tL1i75vBka-SVmJXywtcgAivUSFC3k/s320/046.JPG" /></a>The Madame Tussou Tree, that was so nice of that lady to give up her whole doll collection. I am sure it sold for a lot.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQKp6xVXpk1It22SmUuiy5RvlcN1jWPZc23ZUgLjIKxgUfi206PgExPvLbNHpb8OIwAgH0g5ZUBkLx8f89TiCt_o29xZcTFR9wbU1RYW1eVCw56hGTSVBO-_adLAFl8qgvnO3XKt4ErU/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764587199832962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQKp6xVXpk1It22SmUuiy5RvlcN1jWPZc23ZUgLjIKxgUfi206PgExPvLbNHpb8OIwAgH0g5ZUBkLx8f89TiCt_o29xZcTFR9wbU1RYW1eVCw56hGTSVBO-_adLAFl8qgvnO3XKt4ErU/s320/049.JPG" /></a> The Book of Mormon tree was gorgeous with liahonas and everything. It was made for a BOM Dad and had lots of BOM games and cool things underneath.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-pH9cHkE73PR-c7JWi5jHDiYrf5FUpFmAYyznGyuKbNcRZlR8nJX2Y0eeq0CxiwFZVy-gCwLYb_q8D0B6CpSkDNhflT4qEMcXIh_4poeEAsKxBukipCHROpEDnJCm0h8saO5_yJbcdA/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764581798518594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-pH9cHkE73PR-c7JWi5jHDiYrf5FUpFmAYyznGyuKbNcRZlR8nJX2Y0eeq0CxiwFZVy-gCwLYb_q8D0B6CpSkDNhflT4qEMcXIh_4poeEAsKxBukipCHROpEDnJCm0h8saO5_yJbcdA/s320/053.JPG" /></a>Actually this was another of Mim's favorites. How cute for a girl's room.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGpFaKNupoiaOXSgut3s_zuEdpAF1Wl24htNa9XbQyd29EIKHa72qLfpLxS_fhGXDi0XnB7RsEdhYodMNnQ1X6nA70iqTCOBAZnRB451Rl7l99kZzmVTF9-CaSUmGxBTO78bWJQ2yPIo/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763457127270754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGpFaKNupoiaOXSgut3s_zuEdpAF1Wl24htNa9XbQyd29EIKHa72qLfpLxS_fhGXDi0XnB7RsEdhYodMNnQ1X6nA70iqTCOBAZnRB451Rl7l99kZzmVTF9-CaSUmGxBTO78bWJQ2yPIo/s320/039.JPG" /></a> I thought this was really fun and looks cute even with the ice cream theme.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgDUL-fn-NXYMLhU4hwJ70IYDiYdznCApl-Ddpxju4hh3JKedhtBLcmkKUZroboSVqWsngfHUwhNyTKV4K2VeMymFSU2QIPJJ6LlZUvkX7kIudyUy6B_GhNAbWdmEI1Awar7_3nA1WF8/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763454609960546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgDUL-fn-NXYMLhU4hwJ70IYDiYdznCApl-Ddpxju4hh3JKedhtBLcmkKUZroboSVqWsngfHUwhNyTKV4K2VeMymFSU2QIPJJ6LlZUvkX7kIudyUy6B_GhNAbWdmEI1Awar7_3nA1WF8/s320/022.JPG" /></a> Miriam's Barbie tree from the back. It turned out great, with the pink ribbon, and chair, and was a very popular one with the kids.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6bSD6IBAFLc3-h9Qh9IOa7uvkfLq7eMDqo10Mp34_x5fGRGcRlf4xFU_TVwYh6VsOAkzqo4e4RJJ6Ld31r-E7r67RnkMciMF7jfQ-3bmDXaB0uRdpFEekB87kQOgaw-knnLYfCDQ9T8/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763446002185938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6bSD6IBAFLc3-h9Qh9IOa7uvkfLq7eMDqo10Mp34_x5fGRGcRlf4xFU_TVwYh6VsOAkzqo4e4RJJ6Ld31r-E7r67RnkMciMF7jfQ-3bmDXaB0uRdpFEekB87kQOgaw-knnLYfCDQ9T8/s320/032.JPG" /></a> A great tree for my Dad.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCGJwLifTzlA_OUlhXEqmbUP58vKBj1D_DIf10BZz37iTXqunh4aPxvyZQ-oyyF1oNeTm8SGnj3IKd2gVaJgFYy9U5sKWDlfO-6FCOSz3WTuHBHvHEtDxpo4SWz3OXpXIryN91jbKdXY/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763436514071474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCGJwLifTzlA_OUlhXEqmbUP58vKBj1D_DIf10BZz37iTXqunh4aPxvyZQ-oyyF1oNeTm8SGnj3IKd2gVaJgFYy9U5sKWDlfO-6FCOSz3WTuHBHvHEtDxpo4SWz3OXpXIryN91jbKdXY/s320/027.JPG" /></a> A Jazz tree, that looked cool.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-18749565739375646302009-12-05T05:59:00.000-08:002009-12-05T06:36:28.257-08:00I have a Nursery Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5K44qcRP5NSf0uTGf3UndMnBLSS6mixTeNB-ApTzOrHlfdU8kTW8o6DXBIu9ZocRUU4G4WgMSHBr0FQKzr2Mubdacn2HQmL6wpgGOw68dzkKJI9ztXqO2Yxx1abMwF8ZjxMVRd7JmW0k/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411753564619993906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5K44qcRP5NSf0uTGf3UndMnBLSS6mixTeNB-ApTzOrHlfdU8kTW8o6DXBIu9ZocRUU4G4WgMSHBr0FQKzr2Mubdacn2HQmL6wpgGOw68dzkKJI9ztXqO2Yxx1abMwF8ZjxMVRd7JmW0k/s320/007.JPG" /></a> I can't believe Logan is old enough to go to nursery. Here he is ready and excited his first day. It's been three weeks since then, and the transition has been hard for this little mama's boy. He won't let me get even cose to the door or he screams. Last week Pete dropped him off crying and after 15 minutes I hear his screams for "Mommy, Mommy" in the hall as the leader brought him to me. He was so upset that he wouldn't let Pete or I get more than a few feet away, wanting to hold onto both of us at the same time. He is such a cute guy, even when he is crying. I think I just need to explain it to him a few hours before church so he is prepared.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ECGJyxCTayUAWCH_pkv1ZVm0AfGSkiz_XB6XroJ8Rcb1m4is0vYK0kmxAhgKAmHVYcc_NVWt9Habev7WvY3AdD0RKJWQCMjaSD-5sPossTowxyYG0sht1dpU7hRXQyCjZyOH0UXxAgE/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411753560247005586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ECGJyxCTayUAWCH_pkv1ZVm0AfGSkiz_XB6XroJ8Rcb1m4is0vYK0kmxAhgKAmHVYcc_NVWt9Habev7WvY3AdD0RKJWQCMjaSD-5sPossTowxyYG0sht1dpU7hRXQyCjZyOH0UXxAgE/s320/006.JPG" /></a>It was such a nice day outside for being the middle of November.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lPKR38Nn9sCkfTqPKJRu1LUhNQL2jOQ3__XZIaItxpBCZsfS30W1zkCQqmfE7RRf-9-dWGsvUDJY5WBSof633EJWRUiboVfcyM9F76pWWCTHcTJZq2EUf7MDon8HOPg1eMBercb6fJ0/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752463370646194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lPKR38Nn9sCkfTqPKJRu1LUhNQL2jOQ3__XZIaItxpBCZsfS30W1zkCQqmfE7RRf-9-dWGsvUDJY5WBSof633EJWRUiboVfcyM9F76pWWCTHcTJZq2EUf7MDon8HOPg1eMBercb6fJ0/s320/004.JPG" /></a> Just to please me, Pete did his hair spikey like Logan's. How sweet. I want to see it spikey when it's longer.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CGhQeVffNRUq2DDO17oskvEsOD9V8IVEHo9uDyNt1U-LG1l1lI-nD5otebEkqh0OrrXQ2ay405IJc79Zm7OpdyUgmYI0k6hduuUdZ-gR9qWz4wJyWswQCAtEQuAdDFPtL1fFBiSpVsI/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752456855165618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CGhQeVffNRUq2DDO17oskvEsOD9V8IVEHo9uDyNt1U-LG1l1lI-nD5otebEkqh0OrrXQ2ay405IJc79Zm7OpdyUgmYI0k6hduuUdZ-gR9qWz4wJyWswQCAtEQuAdDFPtL1fFBiSpVsI/s320/002.JPG" /></a> The weather was so nice we went to Salem ponds with Patty and her mom, Maria, and Jacob to feed the ducks. Boy were they hungry, there were three giant geese that were super loud and greedy. They wanted food so bad they almost bit Logan's hand off.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPXfQaAD3PQ2tCpCo658-rSzDYFhy4_OcM2rW57boL4UoBcKMZFvGyrUozFl_i-A1KCu2nBezHV3ZLIDpzi0UChKkl4zsU2hTQ_NRtC-H1zn36xNuHBfUOSufFGRC7I2El8Bb-IPjFW4/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752447296566770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPXfQaAD3PQ2tCpCo658-rSzDYFhy4_OcM2rW57boL4UoBcKMZFvGyrUozFl_i-A1KCu2nBezHV3ZLIDpzi0UChKkl4zsU2hTQ_NRtC-H1zn36xNuHBfUOSufFGRC7I2El8Bb-IPjFW4/s320/007.JPG" /></a> Two cute boys at the park. Logan likes to do whatever Jacob can. He loves Jacob so much. He kept pointing to him in the car and saying his name because he was so excited to see him.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KBb2nb2MBZslk8B2VokUKq0eet1EsjBzOUvcVkMyXJuHMDmFVjHdubeVymQSGqLlMV7eMaOFSPAouZuDRk1lDrlfC6lvIvSWKjZynD1eHJ2Kei0DJPjl88DDCerDAhOdZLdFfP2ofWw/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752436672490674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KBb2nb2MBZslk8B2VokUKq0eet1EsjBzOUvcVkMyXJuHMDmFVjHdubeVymQSGqLlMV7eMaOFSPAouZuDRk1lDrlfC6lvIvSWKjZynD1eHJ2Kei0DJPjl88DDCerDAhOdZLdFfP2ofWw/s320/005.JPG" /></a> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-44373868009531652752009-10-31T21:07:00.000-07:002009-11-05T18:52:38.925-08:00The Night of the Tiger<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399750867681279586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmGQa2eej4t55Z0So3__fUsQZ38icKGph8hgCFRk-JPFlADL3o2zmLXJQFe1q2I1J2LPC7NAJXAvAGDIvi9B-erLuwOHx_pCyG1zcVQFtI09CSra1L-TT8Y90iOC3P5YbhR16cDkVycA/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983393818301858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_VF3dC0KdguHVl5YXep9wmzyvHJutlcpibeTrQiTikUqM7bFuGvUmSbgHNNO8st0ox_CXqpkT2JqxZtZZ8KbdMfggWXUjpyh4PDZfesZUQqyKrbk3cBsc_oEsrngb6wV0mOLOpKd3y4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" />Going along with Logan's Halloween theme. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983387025936018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-ePsXc0Ryzyk-jrmwys1GkDIwSAu914JlfCOu1Da_gBVjbLlePsH0vysd7RA2_zmaJNIqjJDT1qIqbNlH0izK0bkA1sIJO93v4jKnUOY6agLwrjrUl1dCTlRNlSQ6mqJehBOKXuV19k/s320/016.JPG" border="0" />Keirra did the cool butterfly and Hallie and Alaya did the mustang.<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983378765950770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazm8VBqJHB6Oj6ykQ30IighYQyK3WKSJm5D1DyfQaAwqSd1FAUsd7vhj3daQyMmcCYCopDggwFmtO4IgDTAEJIKEN2HH4oYWayBJIB1pGR364Lc3SVJWp8LFWNWNuoEFVkISXGTPtUUk/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /> Then just because it looked cool, I also did a tank - I indulged myself spending way too much time on pumpkins this year. So, Prenten- I am waiting to see what you did with your squat, little cinderella pumpkin. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398983375591068914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGBdnSzg7velh2fWI2GByNWuoMfmvQSlWa80CUobdryaoVxl6ffzZSW3onuQyTBNiI1xrwILMBEze8vzJ12h4mkGIytck5WHr4mXJ4MbStx868MOetm7F7lq_wlty6RDST6rxpazKhOs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /> We were part of a traveling circus this year. I was the fortune teller along with the tiger and his trainer. I should have had them do a little act, but Logan really wasn't willing to stand up on his own. Doesn't Pete look the part like some Bill Sykes or something?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398982805345252146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8W_KKhi2pZ_wFtgqE3JFK4Ij8khu1n1UzpfX9ieUDHYn63SLmDAr6m2Lrp96fmbr7Wp0Oo5IXE02ZK3tFkKfJXddBgsN944lADMkCUjSr-0I1fRDVTb3HSdBvftj8YVz5_Ue9KOabw4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /> Poor Emily, our neighbor whose house we are standing in front of, has the swine flu and couldn't go trick or treating. Logan took her some rice crispy treats and candy, but we didn't see her. Get well soon, Emily- Logan and I miss you and love you!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398982798477727890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-yPUWRQdWaOCkwXF1GLnEPre3HFmsknQ3MnF5fbBhWEqqNAIc1ayWqgc5xk_lOt8dZ5_y6bz-A_S_TNUCx2NqDWlZbqD5I0JDC8B9rZ0n-V_SBThCIXUNDXGeBZENW9sSFy-Pf5apfE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" />Lions and tigers and please don't cry! We stopped to visit Jaron, and as you can see the tiger was a little bit tired. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398982791140744434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj934Q-2TgN5eF7nhLLmOWIg4QS3OzOpZ7XG1QuNeY5EF1V-8nTp7dflf1H3ne78NDFLa0Ht5DZt6HxujQIT_2TKgiWfMtMsEBM5ATPeJTjH4T7wh4B1s50KaqkT6CFKliFliU4h0AzLYI/s320/011.JPG" border="0" />The trick or treating didn't work so well since the tiger was too tired to stand up. I would hold the pumpkin bucket out for his candy, but he didn't seem to care, plus he doesn't need any more candy. We just did a few houses, and enjoyed seeing the neighborhood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu18B3YU_ULI3B_ruEN636eMXJ_QGykCkwWQRa7Lfs_yUe6Ji4V4GYW6A-d1ekN7PeaJ4K0Idqx67LcpXHicOzSNzPfVsHwLyJw7K3sMZ7EBanYA232B6pvm3eICDTSM8ysd6wDlpxw3c/s1600-h/009.JPG">.</a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398982786743015314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu18B3YU_ULI3B_ruEN636eMXJ_QGykCkwWQRa7Lfs_yUe6Ji4V4GYW6A-d1ekN7PeaJ4K0Idqx67LcpXHicOzSNzPfVsHwLyJw7K3sMZ7EBanYA232B6pvm3eICDTSM8ysd6wDlpxw3c/s320/009.JPG" border="0" />Alaya the unicorn, Julia the poodle, and Keirra the black fairy, with Scott's mom, Janice. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399750865256723986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKx9zq75XaRYrKe56JxNT5SWj_vNxmLS-YGhg1bIsskbrcAas4H9tdfh47lm0b53dz3okCGKRy2hlkqcb8l5Q1tcikhzF6CeE5gJLW30lumzIvgrb71R3SqJp3AAUduNxUhLvcqzFQkM/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /> Thursday night we stopped at Julia's work -Heritage Care Center where they had a super fun party. I am sorry I didn't get more pictures, like Hallie, because the old people were so cute, and the spooky graveyard was really cool. Good job Julia, I am coming next year for sure. Then Logan will be able to do all the fun games like bowling and ring toss. Congrats, Alaya for winning a goldfish!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399750855560464898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabwDZc9qsrKFymO0I7TJdN5KuNNq1siJhIup2LNmf1GR3PraAWTtU302hziVqhKceA5Ei1SmKl0jzuoefl22FMydjt4L9izXWgb5zJ298XqnemqeVEHhFGKmNKFuixPJKJifEH-0rq54/s320/035.JPG" border="0" />Hallie took this while I was driving -sooooo cute. Did you know my cushy oldsmobile actually holds six people - Hallie, Alaya and I in the front with the three carseats in the back. Squishy, but all the more merry, especially when the whole back seat started fussing as we were five minutes from home. Us in the front just imitated their fussing, and the backseat madly screamed all the louder until our car was rolling with noise. Maybe I won't ever need a van, just someone to get my window to go up.<br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwlqvq5WPb9_SZSBlpvkSScS3FJzonbNK53-_7wGiG6VEeascfP0hQ0HIcy68fWp9LSMclWonuSHgh755g13w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div><p align="center">Games at the Vernon Halloween party Friday night included an eyeball relay, a treat relay, a spider race, a treat walk, a tiger's cave, the limbo, and find the broomsticks and spiders. Thanks, Hallie for doing all the games and decorating the house super awesome, since I was recovering from Wednesday. Scott, your homemade rootbeer was a big hit!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4zwWRID15ExpjCoB0ug8shoCTJYEj0slIExwozayAjcfIpH5z4dmkxMNTxY30sc4ffA_Pazmz4-muVjuoQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">I say Prenten wins best costume. It's hard to see in the vid, but he was a guy in a car wreck, with one half of his body normal and the other all scraped up, from his sock to his face. I think it's funny that he ripped and burned a nice Sunday shirt- Rachel probably didn't like that- but it looked cool. BTW, thanks for fixing the blind and saving me a lot of worry.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwHueihDCXdub84YyuH1DzmKsUaaYsvY1JjkjUpNSdXfSxNRGT-0JVImOoP6H5JF_RHJ7BM4OYYiSbCSU-t' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">The Little Gym trunk or treat party was actually so much fun. Logan was a natural on the bar, and Jacob was so cute -he got his face painted after he got there. I liked his tiger fight with Logan.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWTJm-b9IwGjO2l8zVd-E1dZY5vzL3P-Fl3VW0fka1B2pF-NZLooTPjiIvXfx5qNk6Qdfp4mBbzU2t00hKvQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Logan is quickly learning how to talk -he usually copies my last word - and he understands almost everything. I need to videotape him pointing out letters and saying their sounds.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwFEPKlQw8AgCowZITXH0h0IO58RnDfrHPj9e8BoiajRS1mB2rDJxD6i670Oywp0BExoe6J96qvDGh6ZPcJsg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIed22BZ_fYBDsQ-pjz_pERaX5nE85FPCkTW6fr4r0PW_dMeW3sfEhC3eJnLeVw8zG7l1YyQZ_sJCv8AKz2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>I like the swimming tiger. He kicks his legs like that in the bathtub all the time, probably because we taught him to do that last summer in the pool.<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwkF168ildaWg72NQsmLnRItDzCECszn0LhGCf9d8SGC6Pd5jgy-fz2KWYpTVh_crvsdvfPiWBmV8JZX3R66Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Oh the little tiger and his roar are so adorable. Sorry about the super long post!</p></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-39743005702197728802009-09-27T22:47:00.000-07:002009-09-27T23:20:31.498-07:00Curly Apples<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEZTCrS0XZP3qJPWTwDNz4fLMmAAhn2RjIzoCeIxW-HonEVnDATVKsGgglnODQ2iFJkIAkVAd5QAJ7ZyZV7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Logan loves grabbing an apple or two off of Grandma Webb's tree whenever he visits, so she gave us a whole bag. Usually Logan eats apples from the bottom up, core, seeds, and all. But since he discovered the cool apple curler machine, he won't go back to eating them normal - for now.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjZlyziBYMiibXjUP7CBQs8f34DlJc8R9VWmr_BcsrrXFEPC-mG0-T2p24tvLoheqIQuoMTBbeglMkbKnH2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Logan has a knack for finding yummy things in the pantry and getting me to give them to him. We ended up going on the front steps to eat the otter pops after he made sure I got the scissors out of the drawer. Then he got so happy he ran really fast to the front door - he knows thats where we eat otter pops together. It is actually really fun that he always wants me to eat one with him he keeps pointing to his and mine. Then as soon as he is done he hurries to the door with all the trash and whines so I'll open it and he can run to the trash can. He sure helps me keep things clean.</p>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-14574523395436239532009-09-18T06:16:00.000-07:002009-09-27T23:52:25.768-07:00Kids and KidsEvery time we go to Alpine we stop to play at Rachel's farm. She has baby goats, chickens, ducks, baby chicks, and sometimes horses or cows in the pasture right next door. We love this cute little brown spotted goat that Joel named Escobel. We call her Bell, and she will follow you around, while the all black goats just run away from you. There were six baby goats, and Rachel is selling all but Bell.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386401616903568466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJl3F572c9woESkG9wpjO5EUgYuZ6wPlKW4JlkKynyeIbV9aXfelJwuJrNkMHqDmfTntZ7AP_KQH39KXuFkDh1ygeLDG53yHBe6NODqtciO1Q3OuZGwrMnk2Jns45HtEKMNhv1rsR7HXE/s320/005.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwUiHpuLMftqZh76hRfDJNtBVanZcR-8htG_Y3AUwTShifMwATItYxsf1Ree5rN6tHnTtRrfcCb6NzqqtlhA6PgNv9nDrx6dUEPhTMkhNAVgwK94UPGx5tn1XwjrN09V6WwdFbrPsMRE/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386406570281032690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwUiHpuLMftqZh76hRfDJNtBVanZcR-8htG_Y3AUwTShifMwATItYxsf1Ree5rN6tHnTtRrfcCb6NzqqtlhA6PgNv9nDrx6dUEPhTMkhNAVgwK94UPGx5tn1XwjrN09V6WwdFbrPsMRE/s320/012.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ja1Qf5flqYfwy5jIaSHg9GRwbp0EWe8vEabPd3LYwoWTOFfeQoZvbCctVkV141qKrRkvUYImxLKGkcZu7yNlN8JRH9QWY_Z5bjATpjp-U-3SCY9pwNyu97YUYCNtxXlB89zOPAZh2XQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386406561598569602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ja1Qf5flqYfwy5jIaSHg9GRwbp0EWe8vEabPd3LYwoWTOFfeQoZvbCctVkV141qKrRkvUYImxLKGkcZu7yNlN8JRH9QWY_Z5bjATpjp-U-3SCY9pwNyu97YUYCNtxXlB89zOPAZh2XQ/s320/006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div align="center">Alan is usually nice to Logan, but I caught him pulling Logan's hair and I had to pry away his fingers. Boys will be boys. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq3CU6NcYFBSGLbgHkej91fbJ9l6Tsnk7Ab39FSK5WKoMkGL94sdrzY2HSeiJYVfe20nLWNiYkd9_-Q1jQw6bqKcK9frjVEtlztcsk2KpPRWibFuMcI3UfbUu315u1Yj4dD3fo9FL6Zc/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386401588066684930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq3CU6NcYFBSGLbgHkej91fbJ9l6Tsnk7Ab39FSK5WKoMkGL94sdrzY2HSeiJYVfe20nLWNiYkd9_-Q1jQw6bqKcK9frjVEtlztcsk2KpPRWibFuMcI3UfbUu315u1Yj4dD3fo9FL6Zc/s320/005.JPG" /></a>And Logan was pretty mad.<br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382796547680564978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwEawA1Y53MQ9H_cBnVXRbqFDnB_rGFUJCFcX0xljzhg082sqhv9HhcYx9HVgz1LMSyHtEh9F_2P2-bJnDWRphHzerlFa9tFPwrRgRvOZI3upWPC1GRQvG0NADPRJJDlcDxC9Nb-RpSE/s320/013.JPG" /></div><div align="center">So Alan was put in the cage. Just kidding he liked to go in there and shut the door.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8td_t2RBBC209OtLUydh5xq5aJmtIWEy5Qn8-_8OJnbUWYTjlDPyUhPEH1KhgeGhXJ4_a_BQGcjsI71AZqNaxema_KsSQGL84cN2N2V1pszhvVOzWaJ7IkkKJv40co1k3NquXSae9OdM/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382797316314136434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8td_t2RBBC209OtLUydh5xq5aJmtIWEy5Qn8-_8OJnbUWYTjlDPyUhPEH1KhgeGhXJ4_a_BQGcjsI71AZqNaxema_KsSQGL84cN2N2V1pszhvVOzWaJ7IkkKJv40co1k3NquXSae9OdM/s320/017.JPG" /></a> <div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e8sUTBRjmwBw6tzIXsqUN0bAF1sHrEFrWGWiifpWFYXRcHENpfAFgp06nU4TJfWOrvQ-d9D_uQrBicObysxTi12m7YFu43zQ5yeyNkcuLA7KXfWATF-0XrKk3xHOLIux48aBdhj26e8/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382796536786892818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e8sUTBRjmwBw6tzIXsqUN0bAF1sHrEFrWGWiifpWFYXRcHENpfAFgp06nU4TJfWOrvQ-d9D_uQrBicObysxTi12m7YFu43zQ5yeyNkcuLA7KXfWATF-0XrKk3xHOLIux48aBdhj26e8/s320/019.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-88853503315251357692009-09-16T22:01:00.000-07:002009-09-18T12:39:28.394-07:00Just Peachy<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382297690167754450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8uu82kB6JKojbuL3LvVC0rsxMKfZYY0tp0T8tGvfWClWLriTbjhTvkL5spjcGdcZdmFMnS5nBZFLB8S8cPlHhvzQS-_6FgLSH06GOUdzoTyhLZ5tFx7xxUVOcdHfSpuEsKnVfvqnQ34/s320/003.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcJngo_DE6VT0YW3m7Gh1mP2plUyzEW5-yDMUPCP-VU-lxlZrqxBzoMxnTF5ZhLX-UTgbWiaZfnd-o-letGRiX302snYQsKJrTynrZLJP_5iABOFdgS6AfLxe4i39j0W_1GiamM45HfQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382675463040275346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcJngo_DE6VT0YW3m7Gh1mP2plUyzEW5-yDMUPCP-VU-lxlZrqxBzoMxnTF5ZhLX-UTgbWiaZfnd-o-letGRiX302snYQsKJrTynrZLJP_5iABOFdgS6AfLxe4i39j0W_1GiamM45HfQ/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Logan loves canned peaches, but the canning process was by no means perfect.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONtCkn2Q5xsD1E_niaqb9lyvGabpUeNuCB51VDd71Hk8MQ8MLdD6OymZENo87soPaF-T4z6WN3LajvBqsjRepFohMCapPinrrf69vRbwgjaVrW2vNWhIb2tDTPyKrbV15KAJqxs8jNIU/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382297685136771810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONtCkn2Q5xsD1E_niaqb9lyvGabpUeNuCB51VDd71Hk8MQ8MLdD6OymZENo87soPaF-T4z6WN3LajvBqsjRepFohMCapPinrrf69vRbwgjaVrW2vNWhIb2tDTPyKrbV15KAJqxs8jNIU/s320/006.JPG" /></a> One jar's bottom broke off, so I found peaches floating in the big pot and had to fish them out.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3WFT9-gzo5sR1irO_y6AuaJlRV8PfJIVoiGxvZszrrGdRoftTCqiR1UL8L3U6D_39fgiBn47cRTgcv9vJ18_ohg7DQkk_8wJz2ENNkSBwfBD6Bu4ajlRi9iLhZmJLfgpDLNT61W98kw/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382297677155598674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3WFT9-gzo5sR1irO_y6AuaJlRV8PfJIVoiGxvZszrrGdRoftTCqiR1UL8L3U6D_39fgiBn47cRTgcv9vJ18_ohg7DQkk_8wJz2ENNkSBwfBD6Bu4ajlRi9iLhZmJLfgpDLNT61W98kw/s320/005.JPG" /></a> Logan got a little bored playing with Daddy and discovered he could poke holes in the peaches, or even better - rip them apart. "Uh-oh."</div><br /><div align="center">Does anyone know how to get rid of the tons of fruit flies in my kitchen? They are still there even after my peaches have been gone for over a day. I hate those annoying flies, but they remind me of my high school science class with Mr. Shuler where we predicted the traits of the drosophila melanogastor. Did anyone else do that lab? </div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-73668422743467474582009-08-31T19:30:00.001-07:002009-08-31T21:52:25.159-07:00Las Vegas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSQ6nhPKntbrxpDoHdGdRhhar6qPtCfbcApef-xk0HJXRfMHoMymw93ux7_Hzt_3Bl0oHqwD69qTU-PklbZQgXObIhZFOumNSMKiPIUN-cwDb0ud1RcZ9UHSmGQGz4yHLX-bP7uWL8NE/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376353345183007826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSQ6nhPKntbrxpDoHdGdRhhar6qPtCfbcApef-xk0HJXRfMHoMymw93ux7_Hzt_3Bl0oHqwD69qTU-PklbZQgXObIhZFOumNSMKiPIUN-cwDb0ud1RcZ9UHSmGQGz4yHLX-bP7uWL8NE/s320/037.JPG" /></a> I loved this chandalier. Each crystal was hanging from its own thread, and could move separately. I tried to blow on them, but they were too far away.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341851329955730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjLQrtfUzRbFGcLgjGSyenV764MuU1VKvzJWXU4oEqYamn7kHpv3sztp5_OljHBC8v4eUnNEnYzkBZS7hBF726SKO7WndDq2NbvwzWSvavJBWsDQgc0Phnbk6kYd5uwPJ2szz27uriDs/s320/014.JPG" /> <div align="center">Pete relaxing after a long day of driving.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341855712510098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoIxvS934NOS30hXqJHQpq-8Pf3neU7aiCtrC8jKcb5rwBmQKgdYFBkTPLIs5_xkUop5XE55DHcAEgCdBrWJ3xiDqECeC47UwYf5xepLHXqs9rr1Nb_7jXFGQEa481pNHS_OB2dvF0Us/s320/016.JPG" /> We had fun with Hallie. Julia and Logan loved the family hot tub- there was also an adult hot tub and pool -and Julia even learned how to say "hot tub" really cute. Logan would just point at it and walk over there saying "hot, hot," and then get in by himself.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7csShFAKDCddTaxWIWGrKDp1Wnr0vbkRuWBhIfnNZWCzt2NgyAI6NVq1bI9zBD081CA3xcYvc40JFjCx_SLgCpxA-h57eYb4nURb5LHx-KezFQ9iQSOOdSw7hyphenhyphen7TEuHJCUK5KTNIXcAY/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341875780861698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7csShFAKDCddTaxWIWGrKDp1Wnr0vbkRuWBhIfnNZWCzt2NgyAI6NVq1bI9zBD081CA3xcYvc40JFjCx_SLgCpxA-h57eYb4nURb5LHx-KezFQ9iQSOOdSw7hyphenhyphen7TEuHJCUK5KTNIXcAY/s320/018.JPG" /></a> The Silverton was a fun place for Logan, even if we missed the mermaid show.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Psm5NVYNQIGldNI95lo0zuSOC5QRkCLWZu7GDKPcHoDe3VifMJnDq76nzDfPNKetDV3eHQJCs_kDVQDFi2AelB7WJxVUqQr-xF9kS53avHFhQk5KFCxwv1BrOXcE6vrp5hbb-vZzmxI/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341869746172050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Psm5NVYNQIGldNI95lo0zuSOC5QRkCLWZu7GDKPcHoDe3VifMJnDq76nzDfPNKetDV3eHQJCs_kDVQDFi2AelB7WJxVUqQr-xF9kS53avHFhQk5KFCxwv1BrOXcE6vrp5hbb-vZzmxI/s320/017.JPG" /></a> See the big Manta Ray sucking on the glass.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376321175863779810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OrX9f1LH3YG62TA3DJTqz5-QpFsDO08A5oqL7Lrn5yqrMD-8hjyg486K9m9Pg5Dd3BhA69gKyK_2JRLjlcTxnHY6u1_toz2uIt6-a7XCiZKdS16T-dn596pGYjf0ley_gJ_9DZRd1iE/s320/020.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X47dOqXyrfcRBf7lBA-WBEizOHQ-aSG21OxwLQugVM6gikD24GysD7z_nEZXIZ_O_418yu0hOjFsZmkQJd-3G59Ch0RFDxp2mhwo5gusoAILobmClIVVnA7mVaSXa_GwzgzUqLnBQ64/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341862826837010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X47dOqXyrfcRBf7lBA-WBEizOHQ-aSG21OxwLQugVM6gikD24GysD7z_nEZXIZ_O_418yu0hOjFsZmkQJd-3G59Ch0RFDxp2mhwo5gusoAILobmClIVVnA7mVaSXa_GwzgzUqLnBQ64/s320/036.JPG" /></a>Planet Hollywood with its cool indoor sky.<br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322134940241474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg375dfh5OW_ONaU_0xIWiympRt36cloahsdIJBIHGMpwf1xxCPbi7As5HVHB68O9jInqNGCQXc3Yr89yc2iWjectnp6mrMjRtpgb4SlvGHHZkpisApkx__g6DIrW65WiuBGltAF535QCQ/s320/024.JPG" /></div><div align="center">MGM Grand.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMayS8Iud60TTmtBf2TRSC6l3T_00rWkM5qIj9qEz0MIed_WngZXUPS3ztXeXrmZwGbzaEttzx-tbm4KrKEr5SBKlklBaOT5BbjSV75EksK-LOiSGdlmuTEUbzr5VoeDFFKf8LiQxlzg/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323755415579602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMayS8Iud60TTmtBf2TRSC6l3T_00rWkM5qIj9qEz0MIed_WngZXUPS3ztXeXrmZwGbzaEttzx-tbm4KrKEr5SBKlklBaOT5BbjSV75EksK-LOiSGdlmuTEUbzr5VoeDFFKf8LiQxlzg/s320/026.JPG" /></a> The Rainforest Cafe. Logan really liked the twinking stars, moving butterflies and a moving alligator.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322852632183554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTMoi1ZMKQ6tDve7ixz_QJnoO8g3qq4MMa61eaBVDtH4LRt1jFtY3xNbxEJMjWNYQgRtgOikR9PA0lbdDTxxoY69FmrL1q83GUUELsAR1wIB9-x1lVA6cTrT5y3SCYynwX6-y002sOtQ/s320/027.JPG" />The Bellagio, my favorite hotel. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdob3Z2ajxOUSs82cFr_f3Hw7g1hjYVMCSEmPT99qGVJtYHnO4KXYiNa7cAaSjo_7gXJ-LB4p1daqejN_o7AWQUs0yTrBysdOWyY-Tw_SvLP4hfWHYK_tbcbJ564MyDWV4nBhbX0MiFo/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322859013261426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdob3Z2ajxOUSs82cFr_f3Hw7g1hjYVMCSEmPT99qGVJtYHnO4KXYiNa7cAaSjo_7gXJ-LB4p1daqejN_o7AWQUs0yTrBysdOWyY-Tw_SvLP4hfWHYK_tbcbJ564MyDWV4nBhbX0MiFo/s320/028.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaciwfNeGAUd5UeM7cTm172RqpeEUBBwzphsa73hH29Z63txB99BDKJIEYh68BsCSXggDgFdVmzKS4gVeRkzU128V25q7HtiwA0LysJPa-KdGIdI9eyhmnvfJmXxDYwZ-9xLPpPTN_094/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322837764664562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaciwfNeGAUd5UeM7cTm172RqpeEUBBwzphsa73hH29Z63txB99BDKJIEYh68BsCSXggDgFdVmzKS4gVeRkzU128V25q7HtiwA0LysJPa-KdGIdI9eyhmnvfJmXxDYwZ-9xLPpPTN_094/s320/030.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERq00sYvXxQ6eN9UEAMiR6jbXCkZJW40Ri40TMCQBJdMf2IBaTNmcRp0i6HgFQ2Lzm-pyZ17q7TbW_FBqMgJAzSSbtEIt8pV_W9B_lxh1sCOOw1cSngqCDq2tyrKMZQXqDwBOvvLFOn0/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322832216720770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERq00sYvXxQ6eN9UEAMiR6jbXCkZJW40Ri40TMCQBJdMf2IBaTNmcRp0i6HgFQ2Lzm-pyZ17q7TbW_FBqMgJAzSSbtEIt8pV_W9B_lxh1sCOOw1cSngqCDq2tyrKMZQXqDwBOvvLFOn0/s320/033.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322126559633730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6g14Jte-wFn31tf9NhXsYbT7leCuFnOKBcuT3NpsdPCRoxn0Si05dxpiGaiwur-wybaneuyEgOn4fOav_pIEMFJ7wmvgNHkBigYW5Zk9PMnz6HTSVqzVAVIf71Dk6NZ3JYyW-BcnQVc/s320/022.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2a_4f9LIfcyGTvA8nhdNlevRarGt_n8D5UEy5_AnvDGKgivjFnAan686qIpD6Xn9DUoeAoBlr3jpi5XvpcnMrZfwJAqq4qkZv_Js1SsNcB5xQBR5UG1jeYzmT998tuQ6gNQUpAF9kuY/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322151003751426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2a_4f9LIfcyGTvA8nhdNlevRarGt_n8D5UEy5_AnvDGKgivjFnAan686qIpD6Xn9DUoeAoBlr3jpi5XvpcnMrZfwJAqq4qkZv_Js1SsNcB5xQBR5UG1jeYzmT998tuQ6gNQUpAF9kuY/s320/034.JPG" /></a>We went to the Ultimate Variety show -really good because it had a little of everything. We liked the acrobatic guys, and the piano juggler was really funny. I'd say it was worth the 90 minutes of salesman's blabber- plus we got 5 buffet tickets.</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-27673799584723999222009-08-31T18:55:00.000-07:002009-08-31T21:34:00.639-07:00Camping Out<div align="center">Spanish Fork River Park and campground is just 5 minutes up the canyon. We slept in the primitive area, which is only $2 a person, but you had to walk about 200 yards from your car over a little bridge. It was worth it because no one else was there- except for the millions of mosquitoes. We all got a couple bites.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318255473676594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ5BGFtgC6PDazARu8ba5lk1EXs1VU9hXDbpcV6KmBrKBxNLzef_M3FFLsH4n0LCdqdZkKUJKs2JR_NYwzjpiubdpaWC1K2HakJUbr5jrp2UX48AS8BO5ZNhXGR3ci_QFbsEDM5iTFrE/s320/001.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318985693724114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpF7atpC0lJUQl3AKRo30aunYi7DiRzgKYV3fuuU_D1tKpVrB3ANU15uJwUish4O2nnheojz1x81OPOOxZx-RHTuw38RYio8fGHu8lA21IqPBSWwKd3W2XfcEYQnm8XRQqm9Ip9jmKWcA/s320/002.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHn20dDSIwfZB5zqYLkrefgOR0nni9yW3toWM6vKWGa-bvNJ5CI2fSyUXqLv2mrnElpb5YzCG-z2wl58QMa8wOFhr02Y25CDdEVStam6UNLej1BW1tktKQ2tSxZiFoC-ZOcDsBrTahEg/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376319011261043426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHn20dDSIwfZB5zqYLkrefgOR0nni9yW3toWM6vKWGa-bvNJ5CI2fSyUXqLv2mrnElpb5YzCG-z2wl58QMa8wOFhr02Y25CDdEVStam6UNLej1BW1tktKQ2tSxZiFoC-ZOcDsBrTahEg/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1D7CCXiUrToXjiJRVQG882NRv2jUFIlTxMvzuV9l4792FJ629DwPgxqEIaQY8KtkixNxVUSp8htSvMG0g-nzvjMdRMEoLLdrWxC8-ygONRat5yzr7FX0cR6pvGQUugNh2HpTTWWJ5eE/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376319000879959602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1D7CCXiUrToXjiJRVQG882NRv2jUFIlTxMvzuV9l4792FJ629DwPgxqEIaQY8KtkixNxVUSp8htSvMG0g-nzvjMdRMEoLLdrWxC8-ygONRat5yzr7FX0cR6pvGQUugNh2HpTTWWJ5eE/s320/006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYa_DBs7CqCKRaLl3ppBz3n4Fy4pObrG6fDxibvhYeDweiV5Q87latco6aGDOtGMY44lxGRQM2ptOdjnA6-x8cpaa9bhXmZ4mdlHnVWmPKnGeJw9kQVxoUHbUQMSFDqnbDnroSpy-KOo/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318547936464466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYa_DBs7CqCKRaLl3ppBz3n4Fy4pObrG6fDxibvhYeDweiV5Q87latco6aGDOtGMY44lxGRQM2ptOdjnA6-x8cpaa9bhXmZ4mdlHnVWmPKnGeJw9kQVxoUHbUQMSFDqnbDnroSpy-KOo/s320/007.JPG" /></a> Pete's cool way to cook eggs and pancakes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfmp0MKuREto7-7sy-0NDY6lb5DfUrirfXQckbOLrcAyAXqz2vKaQnFcbgPTMGu_zlaRcoBZ8LwTTpCBJ9PLaKLcaeus5oyUyHphIcVdoKziwtDFzX6Ve-uqTDVOmYAmhI_wl6eUNWlM/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318546812543474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfmp0MKuREto7-7sy-0NDY6lb5DfUrirfXQckbOLrcAyAXqz2vKaQnFcbgPTMGu_zlaRcoBZ8LwTTpCBJ9PLaKLcaeus5oyUyHphIcVdoKziwtDFzX6Ve-uqTDVOmYAmhI_wl6eUNWlM/s320/004.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145798856501253025.post-91862903218426932582009-08-17T07:04:00.000-07:002009-08-17T07:43:13.793-07:00County Fair<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMoNIapCdqx-Is56hQdnMAjOb2Pp8BzY-msv8HqxRltuAzYTB_AAExtO0eIzNOTfxJmYqIpZWKFuRGCrFBAAy0YCd2PDR88MHO-muLheYeV69scCV5Vw0Be6q9Pd9byMDVRW9vytGuFo/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370935017895641042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMoNIapCdqx-Is56hQdnMAjOb2Pp8BzY-msv8HqxRltuAzYTB_AAExtO0eIzNOTfxJmYqIpZWKFuRGCrFBAAy0YCd2PDR88MHO-muLheYeV69scCV5Vw0Be6q9Pd9byMDVRW9vytGuFo/s320/005.JPG" /></a> Logan and his friend Jacob had so much fun at the carnival. Patty is my new friend in the ward. She is from Peru and is really fun. They speak spanish at home, so Jacob always says "Hola Hogan," and it is so cute. Her mom lives with them and doesn't speak much english, so I have fun trying to talk to her in spanish.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF0dNsneCZ0x50S250yRhjOQ3EXcl-RkfoTcNyUvONHMenLOkjvy7JMOiuApKdp324JU8NkDzW4C480KK7y0aBtCvQ3MLkQh-Wl4FQSP9llYa8VUF6o-pKgrLqqRnpTcwmjj5yxgdEEU/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370935015597596226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF0dNsneCZ0x50S250yRhjOQ3EXcl-RkfoTcNyUvONHMenLOkjvy7JMOiuApKdp324JU8NkDzW4C480KK7y0aBtCvQ3MLkQh-Wl4FQSP9llYa8VUF6o-pKgrLqqRnpTcwmjj5yxgdEEU/s320/004.JPG" /></a> I got discount tickets at Maceys, and then sold some, so our tickets cost next to nothing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-uVsSOsjIvxom23wasmJKrmUUmmvVFtyDYVHxqFJkt50phj3JgeoCE3VEN8YpetjDB5WTaUm_Ft3x117vQO_DeQoMXm7ymG6WwegJU-Xmjp2_L6F3YqG5m6h3ws9EjwcS5s24pqnbec/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370935005474639954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-uVsSOsjIvxom23wasmJKrmUUmmvVFtyDYVHxqFJkt50phj3JgeoCE3VEN8YpetjDB5WTaUm_Ft3x117vQO_DeQoMXm7ymG6WwegJU-Xmjp2_L6F3YqG5m6h3ws9EjwcS5s24pqnbec/s320/003.JPG" /></a> Logan and Jacob loved the cars of course.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370934988072328514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4l2IAZS-kvXCT55jR9akVs5bwLkYgDZ6DCu7tbGt0cjqwJOOh1HdvigVI9wr7ZPHjYo_VGi7zRKup3OPQFSSgtUvbv4RqGUclqGDok6JHIEYj4dAvq0eeeDWAyMBrDK95XaofpEKh4Vc/s320/001.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370934996185683682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiof4KiZekrXC13kTq5QgZ64pE0A5T3Ov6gdlPsD6Qho95qNKVVPb5BcqlSBGIC0l3xDIiwAqH3q75nAZT3gXPm2SgEIq3ueF5BQkS12zYtMPH9ePUBWDZMl6HWAwGvPYQSAteNv7awFTk/s320/008.JPG" /> There was a huge tractor. We also liked seeing all the sheep and cows.</div><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQHaVT5cSK44wZYx8LCIUovxyjPu-2S9XLAmKKgZ0mmZmxhzlFD7PQY68PT9t3kjAPdAi3u2wfS0hn6DY5kQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Randomly, there were Peruvian dancers at the Macey's stage where we all went to get free popcorn. Logan and Jacob were full of energy even though it was 9:00, and they were both dancing really cute, although Logan stopped dancing when I started videoing. The dance teacher asked if anyone knew where the dances were from, and Patty said, "Peru". The teacher said, "No, Bolivia," which was funny because Patty and her Mom would know. Then the teacher said that actually they were all the same countries back then. It was such a fun evening.</p>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02904392981805602832noreply@blogger.com2