tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82917775938235112152024-02-01T22:21:35.639-07:00Boren Familyandy gina ethan hallie dylanGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-1206017634060149992009-12-11T14:29:00.006-07:002009-12-11T14:55:11.396-07:00Snow Day<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQljzoB-Kq813T1VkgZjBETgASW1nYerl6Qj_dfNCDhFzzytEEgc8x2sMQ0sq7p08_KxYA2-M6XO7sTcpw2YMWbJZ5dBABRYhl23ZDsyPrE4-fUA6fhj30bbqwash6lA42BusEhjjrQfH/s1600-h/IMG_4745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQljzoB-Kq813T1VkgZjBETgASW1nYerl6Qj_dfNCDhFzzytEEgc8x2sMQ0sq7p08_KxYA2-M6XO7sTcpw2YMWbJZ5dBABRYhl23ZDsyPrE4-fUA6fhj30bbqwash6lA42BusEhjjrQfH/s320/IMG_4745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414097731911103202" /></a><br />Finally! We have some snow. If it is going to be freezing cold anyway, I need snow to go along with it. The kids have been dying to go sledding and so the day after our first legitimate snowstorm we decided to go. Andy wasn't able to go to work because of the snow so he hit the store and came home with some new sleds. We went to Herriman's most popular snow hill, and we got there early enough that there was still plenty of snow left to sled on. <div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Q5X8Aphes9GS7RzAsSILxBaK0a1au9K4aHUCQolLGYXYDeT4PS9WTpmK81Iearh2QfoO26jRwcTOYG1uphMbkHdlEcAYcPcHbs9pR-o6kqCCPTxtw7t4V3SP8v3Cc2Zvz73QQTOr8rVd/s1600-h/IMG_4728.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Q5X8Aphes9GS7RzAsSILxBaK0a1au9K4aHUCQolLGYXYDeT4PS9WTpmK81Iearh2QfoO26jRwcTOYG1uphMbkHdlEcAYcPcHbs9pR-o6kqCCPTxtw7t4V3SP8v3Cc2Zvz73QQTOr8rVd/s320/IMG_4728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414097749141224034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Ethan hopped out of the car and went right down the hill. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83Dl-pUtdmmk5ms4M9HWRYxF6kqh_2j92909lLEUF1eqoDreZNnWRjaSbCL3J1q_C6PdO5CpsWr3FkStg87xNr69LvlakHZOLtCek1Txn9sy-0ddzajK2F9NHWDMWP3a_Dgi7X1bl71uD/s1600-h/IMG_4739.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83Dl-pUtdmmk5ms4M9HWRYxF6kqh_2j92909lLEUF1eqoDreZNnWRjaSbCL3J1q_C6PdO5CpsWr3FkStg87xNr69LvlakHZOLtCek1Txn9sy-0ddzajK2F9NHWDMWP3a_Dgi7X1bl71uD/s320/IMG_4739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414097762757413426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Hallie went down quickly too, but then was a little nervous to go again. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJdSqWouf08e7Q57peyTwLsB3ih4Lkq3wADudDWSxCP-sVTGmywDV_jY-RlDdjC6lh9ot5Ss0I1BJabKrpZ9PG5SeLvgiTrqPoZId2D9iX0U_rv3-lxJlkuhyphenhyphen89x5pYPL-G43J2O4HL_q/s1600-h/IMG_4740.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJdSqWouf08e7Q57peyTwLsB3ih4Lkq3wADudDWSxCP-sVTGmywDV_jY-RlDdjC6lh9ot5Ss0I1BJabKrpZ9PG5SeLvgiTrqPoZId2D9iX0U_rv3-lxJlkuhyphenhyphen89x5pYPL-G43J2O4HL_q/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414098397263934130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Dylan went down with daddy and seemed to enjoy it but didn't want to go again. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROCjJSkhshBlxfHVc-XWfFuwThRX80c9fP7SBN9XC2jddjQUIEIia1YabaEagEPjXqIXAF2vnBZ06Ws3h3FmyP-ulq5CpPNhfBoZWcgfaFL64-kTE2cJqzbCaVbBYUZKz4tz9ETICQdev/s1600-h/IMG_4732.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROCjJSkhshBlxfHVc-XWfFuwThRX80c9fP7SBN9XC2jddjQUIEIia1YabaEagEPjXqIXAF2vnBZ06Ws3h3FmyP-ulq5CpPNhfBoZWcgfaFL64-kTE2cJqzbCaVbBYUZKz4tz9ETICQdev/s320/IMG_4732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414097754535522866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Ethan could have stayed for hours but Hallie and Dylan didn't love the cold temperature. By the time we left my mouth and chin were so cold I felt like I had just come home from the dentist. Sometimes doing things like this with the whole family can be a lot of work. It takes a while just to get everyones snow gear on, and then you have to go through it all over again to get everyones snow clothes off, not to mention the mess that is now left in the entryway of the house. I sometimes have a hard time getting past these issues, and when the kids ask if we can go sledding or go play in the snow my first reaction is to say "no". But, seeing the smiles on the kids faces and knowing that they have made fun family memories make it all worth it! I will try to remember this the next time the kids ask to do something that takes a little effort.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT5ZH4GxU_O4Zy-39TYuLc49swOC0uZE3pkKkF2rOFvUFhpGwWxhix3i6GQh8v7QnpjFSDnLqtBbL-GkpQje2fHLsuHWGA3RDx2omvKkz4rHM6ljWgPr5DAKcchLy0SDpcJGDXOF9gGZh/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT5ZH4GxU_O4Zy-39TYuLc49swOC0uZE3pkKkF2rOFvUFhpGwWxhix3i6GQh8v7QnpjFSDnLqtBbL-GkpQje2fHLsuHWGA3RDx2omvKkz4rHM6ljWgPr5DAKcchLy0SDpcJGDXOF9gGZh/s320/IMG_4735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414097741417313202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-54114508109994292572009-11-05T14:43:00.004-07:002009-11-05T15:04:23.298-07:00Rockin Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">We had a really fun Halloween this year. It was nice that it fell on a Saturday because we hadn't gotten around to carving pumpkins yet, so we spent the afternoon doing that. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3ZhzB1ykauFf-WOWy_SmHQg6EE8O5I2fVMymaE05GfcmIqsyi0bAWADg3O-ER-O3u6DZsSmZo7bHcZo4L3OIfqU-vd8rybSROfaf4fY2JhiSRrYLmt8lyXMDBaYMjmtzz7gq0Vhi9Oy8/s1600-h/IMG_4594.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3ZhzB1ykauFf-WOWy_SmHQg6EE8O5I2fVMymaE05GfcmIqsyi0bAWADg3O-ER-O3u6DZsSmZo7bHcZo4L3OIfqU-vd8rybSROfaf4fY2JhiSRrYLmt8lyXMDBaYMjmtzz7gq0Vhi9Oy8/s320/IMG_4594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400741723440526914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DXgtiEYaSFXJw8T-vuGBzMDEUS47N4CJby_UlL7KBux6JOEp_1cx6rP46BEi6ZkA5fhiro1dKNS1anTBKXncDDl_KQOTqjr2C4wyeQeakkSi9omEj235q3QYB7hD_fuEFavrNCAN3EpP/s1600-h/IMG_4595.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DXgtiEYaSFXJw8T-vuGBzMDEUS47N4CJby_UlL7KBux6JOEp_1cx6rP46BEi6ZkA5fhiro1dKNS1anTBKXncDDl_KQOTqjr2C4wyeQeakkSi9omEj235q3QYB7hD_fuEFavrNCAN3EpP/s320/IMG_4595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400741726828302786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Before we knew it, it was time to get dressed up. This year all three kids dressed up as rock stars. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKaefA-fw9ExlKZkUvDtE7gncqHRfPBYaYk1uZwr5q-USKoAq5GINvCKU32G6Kyc0EoVFzIBiSxVJ84ncwdoNslX_o6hIVQwUwjCoWXaWiauuRopjqrxm3gyqXTIdc1WzgJDd7JMThIm8/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKaefA-fw9ExlKZkUvDtE7gncqHRfPBYaYk1uZwr5q-USKoAq5GINvCKU32G6Kyc0EoVFzIBiSxVJ84ncwdoNslX_o6hIVQwUwjCoWXaWiauuRopjqrxm3gyqXTIdc1WzgJDd7JMThIm8/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400741733643984674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Ethan and Hallie both have guitars of their own that they carried, but since Dylan isn't quite old enough for his own he got to wear a guitar hero guitar. We met up with the usual neighborhood crew and headed out, and as usual, the older boys made a race of it. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZjV1N-BMLdMc1mzUukOGjvBUIHNGav28BzgrPWWgf0mtVushfcV6egV-8RdxXUw075FsK6AxP2q0yp9wrTI5XgiZr4vpSswnASsMFwjG7JtUP9T8WCfpq-UVG84xkZj4oAge_D1etPEE/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZjV1N-BMLdMc1mzUukOGjvBUIHNGav28BzgrPWWgf0mtVushfcV6egV-8RdxXUw075FsK6AxP2q0yp9wrTI5XgiZr4vpSswnASsMFwjG7JtUP9T8WCfpq-UVG84xkZj4oAge_D1etPEE/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400741742618345122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>It was such great weather this year that we went to a lot more houses than we usually do. Dylan walked the whole time and never complained about his costume. I think he was a little shocked that everyone was just giving out candy. It was a great Halloween and we all had a lot of fun. </div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-2053537650322557542009-10-29T12:31:00.003-06:002009-10-29T13:03:56.797-06:00Just Dylan<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9La_cBDjDocyYEpm_cPKzCx1nPS6BxvW-S3rpaPEgwn2RJC1SO5qwL0YKckPNC5_1YP5OKY3aWh4NU0_c8Pi1yohQ9bIDQ5xiwJnzNo3k2cd9gcbPIJkfoQbOqZ-qqeLKl2PNXE28OuEm/s1600-h/IMG_4515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9La_cBDjDocyYEpm_cPKzCx1nPS6BxvW-S3rpaPEgwn2RJC1SO5qwL0YKckPNC5_1YP5OKY3aWh4NU0_c8Pi1yohQ9bIDQ5xiwJnzNo3k2cd9gcbPIJkfoQbOqZ-qqeLKl2PNXE28OuEm/s320/IMG_4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094957353787458" /></a><br />For three days of the week, for two whole hours, it is just me and Dylan! Unfortunately for him, I usually spend this time running errands, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, or doing any other things that I would rather do with one child instead of three. Lets face it, one child at the grocery store is much better than three! I've been feeling bad for not making my "just Dylan" time quality time, so the other day I decided to take Dylan pumpkin shopping. We had such a fun time looking for the perfect pumpkins and walking through the bales of hay. Dylan is so cute and sweet and I really do love spending time with him. From now on I am going to try to make the most of "just Dylan" because in a few short years it is going to be just me.<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomnejSCAwyX28eTBnx5QhVcPGyZ5olSqVcMjWASFaWYih5RaE-OFz-yJ81ksa4Dub9wDg6YaD8gyDO3wEjVA8uQGn2Yq1wmuJ6F3ApCyKG-Gz5EXuLmRVQ4goqTVvXtn0wBhug200xpcT/s1600-h/IMG_4517.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomnejSCAwyX28eTBnx5QhVcPGyZ5olSqVcMjWASFaWYih5RaE-OFz-yJ81ksa4Dub9wDg6YaD8gyDO3wEjVA8uQGn2Yq1wmuJ6F3ApCyKG-Gz5EXuLmRVQ4goqTVvXtn0wBhug200xpcT/s320/IMG_4517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094970665137314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RbIyCo_8yQ5obBNJsdsJkxs1qPJX5PA0onQNsdWnm9YX9J8z_VCEWOrAGqZU_tAJh5wybwNrzT7PMS52YH26-V2lC7JR1LBnEFvjUipr4d1rQ3H-CndpL_1TvnAzC8nDGo5oDvwXqC2L/s1600-h/IMG_4519.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RbIyCo_8yQ5obBNJsdsJkxs1qPJX5PA0onQNsdWnm9YX9J8z_VCEWOrAGqZU_tAJh5wybwNrzT7PMS52YH26-V2lC7JR1LBnEFvjUipr4d1rQ3H-CndpL_1TvnAzC8nDGo5oDvwXqC2L/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094979374777410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGOz4eQLTNsNB7IC9z3vgLABTCjpNutsrEaYHuB5OjmuCR2Dq9702v3l_uFE9g-UjjZjB0h2PYVqpOMX0eDPGeX53bxs4XPgACgwtXa-j6AW7YW6AaBDpJ4Opau3o5toW5nA7kB8MI7fl/s1600-h/IMG_4528.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGOz4eQLTNsNB7IC9z3vgLABTCjpNutsrEaYHuB5OjmuCR2Dq9702v3l_uFE9g-UjjZjB0h2PYVqpOMX0eDPGeX53bxs4XPgACgwtXa-j6AW7YW6AaBDpJ4Opau3o5toW5nA7kB8MI7fl/s320/IMG_4528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094985704136642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-45986656783919007342009-08-25T14:37:00.006-06:002009-09-02T06:59:28.673-06:00Lake Chelan<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ48nPPIEmx0oBWPe4Wenif7Fmgsj73MhRbnVBWD1Tzdjk1BsRy2IiD8htBqRua67eeCAAKzExZQIP6d1Q9fjouZ8WAkPgl8u8YLFvO2uO75fMlKZmsOVw0lHbP1wCvEfhRoAjULrtIp0f/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ48nPPIEmx0oBWPe4Wenif7Fmgsj73MhRbnVBWD1Tzdjk1BsRy2IiD8htBqRua67eeCAAKzExZQIP6d1Q9fjouZ8WAkPgl8u8YLFvO2uO75fMlKZmsOVw0lHbP1wCvEfhRoAjULrtIp0f/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016877138909074" /></a><br />I just got home from one of the best most relaxing vacations ever! Our generous friends Ryan and Rachel invited us, along with our friends Ty and Emily, to their family's lake house at Lake Chelan in Washington. No kids allowed! Our trip began with a thirteen and a half hour drive, getting us to our destination at about 2:00 a.m. <div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURuM6OW48VZXX7PA9kaZhiIs57dNxrJPy3FeWE1CY3RRjiUnuS0rXh3vs0llHcFLLmKcF9He6HWpTQDvVkr1r_YgtkRC05R3Qvd5xSl48N9qwvvAFEP1NXG2r-Pdxo4bn6GcOWZ9SgQQl/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURuM6OW48VZXX7PA9kaZhiIs57dNxrJPy3FeWE1CY3RRjiUnuS0rXh3vs0llHcFLLmKcF9He6HWpTQDvVkr1r_YgtkRC05R3Qvd5xSl48N9qwvvAFEP1NXG2r-Pdxo4bn6GcOWZ9SgQQl/s320/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016905003334946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>We were up at around 7:00 the next morning to give wake boarding a try, something that was new to both me and Andy, and we were successful our first trip out! <div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDJsqia7QzR1B8j93zr0TZIM-rGp5jhWAlPKcLR8YcNfSq0Y4TDvZAPcsW-UkjfHg99COYKK4Xug29qpoLMbGgHha-OqG2uAVDcZ6kOxc5VFx_dIKiH8aPZYq-SuUOHYNBwwshkHyV9-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4342.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDJsqia7QzR1B8j93zr0TZIM-rGp5jhWAlPKcLR8YcNfSq0Y4TDvZAPcsW-UkjfHg99COYKK4Xug29qpoLMbGgHha-OqG2uAVDcZ6kOxc5VFx_dIKiH8aPZYq-SuUOHYNBwwshkHyV9-Q/s320/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298814598985154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnWSJTz78IiJQUOenIqycGjOtYI8HiTpSXVM7UmRk_dlRYlkisXheyx1PW2tyR9-V0CC7nerSz0HkZh3YiZ2Wq3e6DA9j7b0_hWzvfOHGSgzV9ejsyfxrASbFVuOCq9uTsxbUcja7_4uB/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnWSJTz78IiJQUOenIqycGjOtYI8HiTpSXVM7UmRk_dlRYlkisXheyx1PW2tyR9-V0CC7nerSz0HkZh3YiZ2Wq3e6DA9j7b0_hWzvfOHGSgzV9ejsyfxrASbFVuOCq9uTsxbUcja7_4uB/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016893079233442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After that, our vacation becomes a blur of wake boarding, jet skiing, leisurely boat rides, relaxing on a raft, relaxing on the dock, relaxing on the lounge chair, you get the picture. Half way through our vacation Ryan's dad Rod and his wife Cindy came to stay with us. They definitely have perfected the roll of host and hostess and showed us a great time. One of my favorite moments was when Cindy came into the house with a case of Dr. Pepper under each arm and shouted out "Mormon beer run!". We were also provided with enough snacks to feed a small army. Another highlight was some amazing mini cupcakes we were introduced to. If you are ever in Chelan, make sure you go to Blenderz and order some (the strawberry and butterscotch were my favorites). About 70 cupcakes in a 48 hour period isn't horrible is it? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvpqZCfysjZ3LwRxEkCJKV4tGHK2dk2aF_xOBGRdrVVFYUqb7mDmrSPynxpxDx2dx-jmOWI9NjrbafwJI7UU5AARxwpaUVZ77LcGH2L9M1oc_c6gZOvwZBMymueVjczAVNV7Zu6q71A-n/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvpqZCfysjZ3LwRxEkCJKV4tGHK2dk2aF_xOBGRdrVVFYUqb7mDmrSPynxpxDx2dx-jmOWI9NjrbafwJI7UU5AARxwpaUVZ77LcGH2L9M1oc_c6gZOvwZBMymueVjczAVNV7Zu6q71A-n/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016884255435522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>On our last day we competed in a triathlon we had been concocting the entire trip. Couples competed together and the loser had to take a late night swim in the cold water. Event one was a raft ride, using oars, around the far out buoy. Event two was a swim, with life jackets being used more like a diaper, around the close buoy followed by a hand-held run around the house, and then back around the buoy again. And the final event was to pull your partner in a raft, and let them pull you back. Needless to say, we were all regretting our event choices about half way through. Our muscles, already sore from wake boarding, almost couldn't get us through. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar6sTpH84e-_rPxMfiqwoLYD08XodYhmUvja1JX3Z1XCyPMfNB_7tUmAyeTc4DQK6HpWBTzjc4QF7OYJ1Zi2IWCDRjPeL2VPeFm3O9_25NSr9uZFBaMZJROn-FDXAjJtfMSH644kjxZUa/s1600-h/IMG_4379.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar6sTpH84e-_rPxMfiqwoLYD08XodYhmUvja1JX3Z1XCyPMfNB_7tUmAyeTc4DQK6HpWBTzjc4QF7OYJ1Zi2IWCDRjPeL2VPeFm3O9_25NSr9uZFBaMZJROn-FDXAjJtfMSH644kjxZUa/s320/IMG_4379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298793341104594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, Andy and I took second place, losing to Ty and Emily, however we are contesting Ty's entry onto his raft. If we would have been smart enough to award the winner a prize we probably would have put up more of a stink. Ryan and Rachel enjoyed the late night swim. We had such an amazing time and before we knew it, Sunday had come and it was time to go home. It was for sure worth the long drive and we are already plotting our trip for next year.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B2TUZGYbBX60Z29kXlQn0-zKprQ8iyYHbFq1jw2leaT_-2CSVnUrla-RfPSIzRkJ_RS1sXBYHWlbcdz5sTDb6PnIDFPlNHdEA_bJeYo0wAODf90WN5VkGiKCDSSz69ur9hIY7M5Npp4A/s1600-h/IMG_4335.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B2TUZGYbBX60Z29kXlQn0-zKprQ8iyYHbFq1jw2leaT_-2CSVnUrla-RfPSIzRkJ_RS1sXBYHWlbcdz5sTDb6PnIDFPlNHdEA_bJeYo0wAODf90WN5VkGiKCDSSz69ur9hIY7M5Npp4A/s320/IMG_4335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016917140721810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTQW7__ASf8RjWkxkh_yr3fEuOBjHyVRnOvZKq7WM_iouFBQVj1N9vBmHtrESsj-1pf7BnTHJVqUYnsRULUiyODuC_nj9OJoTraC8PnmP0PplHn_NgAcboFn7UNgZziOobJ11gLE-14Re/s1600-h/IMG_4392.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTQW7__ASf8RjWkxkh_yr3fEuOBjHyVRnOvZKq7WM_iouFBQVj1N9vBmHtrESsj-1pf7BnTHJVqUYnsRULUiyODuC_nj9OJoTraC8PnmP0PplHn_NgAcboFn7UNgZziOobJ11gLE-14Re/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298801167364946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily*Ty*Rachel*Ryan*Andy*Gina</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>Thank you so much Rod and Cindy for allowing us to take over your beautiful vacation home! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQLS-0FGNJ72gqxC4rp7Dq0o6eXizZCiwhDkWRF1tYxN89GuDjHL0UcrhX1zDRYcVYyHCQ160wjXBjDshWefrWxNuKFLuX6UAlqDl1W8Tx8cgwp_bfnkxrnfTZsxFU9llTifASlzLNOts/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQLS-0FGNJ72gqxC4rp7Dq0o6eXizZCiwhDkWRF1tYxN89GuDjHL0UcrhX1zDRYcVYyHCQ160wjXBjDshWefrWxNuKFLuX6UAlqDl1W8Tx8cgwp_bfnkxrnfTZsxFU9llTifASlzLNOts/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374373680149140178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBvtMnValaZLgF13DJbFhYJtismwJYzUwQQbDEjIm45rckxn4Xs5E1f7E4wyAKNi2nP94LA9oczZFEM5SxL_jS0KNVv2imxKtAimWvAh79WW2NZwKmYsrq2Olr19DhYtIXIyFelTK8RYV/s1600-h/IMG_4336.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBvtMnValaZLgF13DJbFhYJtismwJYzUwQQbDEjIm45rckxn4Xs5E1f7E4wyAKNi2nP94LA9oczZFEM5SxL_jS0KNVv2imxKtAimWvAh79WW2NZwKmYsrq2Olr19DhYtIXIyFelTK8RYV/s320/IMG_4336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374374079226544450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Goodbye Lake Chelan, hope to see you soon!</div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-32376785550184743672009-08-05T19:27:00.005-06:002009-08-05T19:39:40.129-06:00the ups and downs of parenting<div><div>So, I had a really great parenting moment a couple days ago. Hopefully I don't get too graphic here, but I heard Dylan (now 18 months old) say "poop" from the other room. So I in turn said, "you have to poop?" and he said "yeah" and started walking towards the bathroom. I took him inside, sat him on the potty and told him to go for it. After a few seconds he said all done, but had actually done nothing. So, I showed him the empty potty and said that he wasn't done yet. I then asked if he wanted a book, and he did, so I got him some stimulating reading material. After about thirty seconds of pointing out apples, and keys, and TV's in his favorite book he actually pooped in the potty! I was so excited and made a big deal about it and even gave him a "cockily" (aka chocolate treat). So that was my parenting up. The down came about thirty minutes later when I left him alone with a bowl of oatmeal for about 5 minutes. This is what I came back into the kitchen to find.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rFni2tHkW69G5CgZGf-wj-3Sdehw5mhFqqTbp4DLZlvYxjvB-HqwypqQmhYWV8rIwWmq4Ljmr0il1ki-6-rph-mYtqUFkWR0ow0jQpLT2OPBLYRPfR5YN6RPp8dD59GNf5d4vGHD0_Kh/s1600-h/IMG_4257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rFni2tHkW69G5CgZGf-wj-3Sdehw5mhFqqTbp4DLZlvYxjvB-HqwypqQmhYWV8rIwWmq4Ljmr0il1ki-6-rph-mYtqUFkWR0ow0jQpLT2OPBLYRPfR5YN6RPp8dD59GNf5d4vGHD0_Kh/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659071221510066" /></a><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1xAiWBA5iDzV9WuBGCyM1bQuwEi-dUO-VjegatPVZLUVA0P6AT0Zhkts4_RVrWFwX_AgBjJ13-dKNAYI0MJHaRI5RZxmLtuw6S8v1QVc_TGrLx9dM3sVZ3RgPEqcYxCWspIz6hOZWzaD/s1600-h/IMG_4258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1xAiWBA5iDzV9WuBGCyM1bQuwEi-dUO-VjegatPVZLUVA0P6AT0Zhkts4_RVrWFwX_AgBjJ13-dKNAYI0MJHaRI5RZxmLtuw6S8v1QVc_TGrLx9dM3sVZ3RgPEqcYxCWspIz6hOZWzaD/s320/IMG_4258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366658468897790898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIFkXNRuS-M85wDxkj-DuXb4qoTqTnwsqlslF2iiUbDfePdHsV1BMT4BTtbwkOFcX5r9lJmwGuNAE1tR5vZuzJ1qNRM2HlZrXiYvvgGm34mnpUI-B_u3bnhet_g-wWBi3Soe-TqOFc-tx/s1600-h/IMG_4259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIFkXNRuS-M85wDxkj-DuXb4qoTqTnwsqlslF2iiUbDfePdHsV1BMT4BTtbwkOFcX5r9lJmwGuNAE1tR5vZuzJ1qNRM2HlZrXiYvvgGm34mnpUI-B_u3bnhet_g-wWBi3Soe-TqOFc-tx/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366658095702020578" /></a><br /><div>You win some you lose some!</div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-11726420623035416492009-08-03T19:30:00.007-06:002009-08-03T19:47:33.756-06:00first day of school<div>It finally happened, that dreaded first day of first grade. Luckily, this day was only dreaded by me, not by Ethan. I had a lot of anxiety about Ethan being gone the whole day, and even got a little teary about it on a couple of occasions, so I was a little worried about how I was going to react on the actual day. I was in charge of carpool that week so I decided to let the boys ride their scooters to school while I ran with Hallie and Dylan in the stroller. Those boys are fast on those scooters and by the time we got to school I was hot and sweaty. There was a lot of commotion with all the first graders and their parents trying to figure out which line their child was supposed to stand in and before I knew it Mrs. Knowles came and led Ethan's class into the school. I didn't even have time to feel sad right then, although it hit me a little on the long walk back home. It was a long day so I baked cookies for his arrival home. I expected Ethan to have really missed me but when I picked up the car pool the first thing he did was ask if he could play with friends, and he didn't even want a cookie. I guess it was a much longer day for me than for him!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49C5qYrPM4yfJeq_eB4PuyEBHUElMox5nXLKxbfOUHLd2uSGP-DUISjmpoItSwvAzi6uhRo0j4QdI7PYucU8iwXnEIEBH7mPpmGbdzVaFqXG_g3W4BuX0CXwZHXWhzsZp5SUixioYWAd0/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49C5qYrPM4yfJeq_eB4PuyEBHUElMox5nXLKxbfOUHLd2uSGP-DUISjmpoItSwvAzi6uhRo0j4QdI7PYucU8iwXnEIEBH7mPpmGbdzVaFqXG_g3W4BuX0CXwZHXWhzsZp5SUixioYWAd0/s320/IMG_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915928562034946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XHDeBw0DThB-SJFnB9B02VrHEVr_K6i3UP4fWUtv97DxgbIeAOe5a93396Cut3P58sZpIcRZndS7yqzScapoojdt6Ve2QOIhGdDKk_4YeMqOW__xHKBuQJteaGhDnhStpBjNvaRAj5fH/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XHDeBw0DThB-SJFnB9B02VrHEVr_K6i3UP4fWUtv97DxgbIeAOe5a93396Cut3P58sZpIcRZndS7yqzScapoojdt6Ve2QOIhGdDKk_4YeMqOW__xHKBuQJteaGhDnhStpBjNvaRAj5fH/s320/IMG_4247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915281809394418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ethan * Marshall * Easton</div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-34598336516153551922009-07-26T20:28:00.004-06:002009-07-26T20:44:47.867-06:00A couple of firsts<div>The first of our firsts belongs to Ethan. A couple of weeks ago, while camping and eating corn on the cob, he lost his first tooth. He was very excited and didn't even mind that his mouth was bleeding (apparently it didn't hurt). He was especially excited for the tooth fairy. However, when he woke up in the morning he came downstairs and told his dad that the tooth fairy had taken his tooth but didn't leave any money. They quickly went to Ethan's room and discovered that the money had fallen onto the floor. The tooth fairy had left him one dollar and sixty cents. Ethan has another loose tooth and has been begging for more corn on the cob!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mzo4p8s2t4yIpGRShHmTq3AuEGx5NA2oXYNAN15TN_UBvWxG0hp0m2S9tVIb0bAk-Fkr43cZNI8Mi0AGicaHOXabffeWfpZRlktZC9LyZDlRMvjXALzfMfE4KJCCm4_bMCJuYtQgSyCc/s1600-h/IMG_4196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mzo4p8s2t4yIpGRShHmTq3AuEGx5NA2oXYNAN15TN_UBvWxG0hp0m2S9tVIb0bAk-Fkr43cZNI8Mi0AGicaHOXabffeWfpZRlktZC9LyZDlRMvjXALzfMfE4KJCCm4_bMCJuYtQgSyCc/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961804355847890" /></a>Our second first belongs to Dylan. At the age of 18 months he had his first haircut. Dylan has curly hair and I kept it long because I wanted him to be one of those little boys with beautiful big curls, but that never happened. His curls have a mind of their own and mostly they just flipped up in the back and by his ears. So finally I decided it was time for a change. I stripped him down to his diaper, gave him a sucker, stuck him in the bathtub, and went to work. I think the end result turned out well. Isn't he such a cutie!<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">before<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82s8ndhgSD8PyeuCMNQKpp9pNAznc1t2c6ss4eqg0fAfld7DYPQu_RGYi73i6mdELCr-UNj8b6EHXH9hrXj1JbCc96-Tf2XsF3vHW9bQsm_LbkFa3SGJBAfNNnbjB-8Mun3DE4c0DttAt/s1600-h/IMG_4209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82s8ndhgSD8PyeuCMNQKpp9pNAznc1t2c6ss4eqg0fAfld7DYPQu_RGYi73i6mdELCr-UNj8b6EHXH9hrXj1JbCc96-Tf2XsF3vHW9bQsm_LbkFa3SGJBAfNNnbjB-8Mun3DE4c0DttAt/s320/IMG_4209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961800403872578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">after<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgk-fdbwV9VdpNtZzXf4XA2qTLZhUJXgAp9VJB1OmrYxs-FWV645otm4SMIxrapl73LvBdoxHhnkDOJaRGv24YfqPQHZCyIO6kaX7Hm0Ybn9YG0egQN3fsfQAnssEcWTahhSzWeYbLTT3/s1600-h/IMG_4228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgk-fdbwV9VdpNtZzXf4XA2qTLZhUJXgAp9VJB1OmrYxs-FWV645otm4SMIxrapl73LvBdoxHhnkDOJaRGv24YfqPQHZCyIO6kaX7Hm0Ybn9YG0egQN3fsfQAnssEcWTahhSzWeYbLTT3/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961784616200498" /></a>Our families next first happens tomorrow with Ethan's first day of first grade. More to come!</div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-162406541513743832009-07-08T14:23:00.006-06:002009-07-08T15:01:19.952-06:00Fourth of July<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVL4lWw9h2RlkFDAP2KJcirVp7n0xfFBotvm79pjUfwVV812QWP72ReOyjy7AuzgNgSzPSqarEOV2-VPgd-Jc-wQbR2aczOvbTa92SAmGZbCv6foEaap4segOCoRrgwp_30IFNxZPSXYJu/s1600-h/IMG_4170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVL4lWw9h2RlkFDAP2KJcirVp7n0xfFBotvm79pjUfwVV812QWP72ReOyjy7AuzgNgSzPSqarEOV2-VPgd-Jc-wQbR2aczOvbTa92SAmGZbCv6foEaap4segOCoRrgwp_30IFNxZPSXYJu/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193258659173122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The fourth of July has recently become one of my favorite holidays and it is a time that I look forward to each year. Last year we discovered that Snowbird Resort has an Independence Day breakfast and we had such a good time we decided to make it a tradition. We headed up the canyon this year and enjoyed a yummy breakfast in perfect cool mountain weather.<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PkwRcikKTYpFfy7dV1VTyY5cBnoXvXX-SG6EycYDx5_pHXSGNl-u2TrAMo-yhUFL5Z5TSX5DOURtDnh-g4TsJIErWJMz8XHHITaa7xMtddob5mXWt9y6yTaBNjAH3QYunU9ZbmVSkvFT/s1600-h/IMG_4175.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PkwRcikKTYpFfy7dV1VTyY5cBnoXvXX-SG6EycYDx5_pHXSGNl-u2TrAMo-yhUFL5Z5TSX5DOURtDnh-g4TsJIErWJMz8XHHITaa7xMtddob5mXWt9y6yTaBNjAH3QYunU9ZbmVSkvFT/s320/IMG_4175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193227557700098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tWYnfYY6blSBMzWMDlinnINLSsSLdsdGMeb3Vk2oxQNqRt1D8I5uvVfp8o8SPGlzrWaKgALk3Dq_OCBnkFdcYtDBQ130CtsazR_5iO7xfg4i4qFpBEtH-JhpkMXC-q-xkdq6vB5kxGcb/s1600-h/IMG_4174.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tWYnfYY6blSBMzWMDlinnINLSsSLdsdGMeb3Vk2oxQNqRt1D8I5uvVfp8o8SPGlzrWaKgALk3Dq_OCBnkFdcYtDBQ130CtsazR_5iO7xfg4i4qFpBEtH-JhpkMXC-q-xkdq6vB5kxGcb/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193234674629618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> After breakfast we did a little exploring and then took the tram to the top of the mountain. Suddenly the cool mountain air became super cold mountain air. There we were at the peak, in shorts and flip flops, in 40 degree temperature! Burr....thank goodness I packed sweatshirts just in case! It was definitely worth it because the view was amazing.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1e5h2KObKSu5oaKDdGQnu6vYdCfpZDNRTyVzEED3h2UHuWV5uH3MOnw8kClLu8iwqgHaCnHwR83vcYpD1N9Na8rFwY9gpbE5qiVf1OZ0efySJtJZIecQ3-JL1O5mzC3qTMeWbYuf4r0RX/s1600-h/IMG_4162.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1e5h2KObKSu5oaKDdGQnu6vYdCfpZDNRTyVzEED3h2UHuWV5uH3MOnw8kClLu8iwqgHaCnHwR83vcYpD1N9Na8rFwY9gpbE5qiVf1OZ0efySJtJZIecQ3-JL1O5mzC3qTMeWbYuf4r0RX/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193249925821570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh15cfQitLo9G9MJp70hPO-ABpumy-zSR1HYHzeKKLaEwxyl_tMjhRlVj3T2C7b42Sa8yjrRnWM_HkjTAEKYtkZP4tj96yKqLuCTDf6de0tYQ6Gg92HpT6OdekAdvXZVQvzZ2HgB3yC3wG/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh15cfQitLo9G9MJp70hPO-ABpumy-zSR1HYHzeKKLaEwxyl_tMjhRlVj3T2C7b42Sa8yjrRnWM_HkjTAEKYtkZP4tj96yKqLuCTDf6de0tYQ6Gg92HpT6OdekAdvXZVQvzZ2HgB3yC3wG/s320/IMG_4143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193243034974850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Our night, as always, was spent and Andy's Aunt Sharon's house for a barbecue and a viewing of Holladay City's firework show.<div><br /></div><div>We also celebrated Herriman Days a week before the fourth of July. I always have such a good time at our little town's celebration! The parade is just the right amount of time and each entry that goes by throws out some kind of candy. The kids definitely love this part! At one point Dylan saw someone throw a small package of skittles, so he threw down the taffy he was holding and hurried out to get the skittles before Ethan or Hallie could. By the end of the parade we had two gallon sized baggies full of treats! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TzsUieshx1P83WkOPTuw37t4A_870UTsv4kpFjW03wJgeMGgVa9FirprCp-dSrQCaEKxvLIQ37jETRW4Rz7RmWd9DEZdBMfnlFqHqq0-6Oct_dN30FMIvfkVLBk1jvpFrOaV4y90n7v8/s1600-h/IMG_4108.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TzsUieshx1P83WkOPTuw37t4A_870UTsv4kpFjW03wJgeMGgVa9FirprCp-dSrQCaEKxvLIQ37jETRW4Rz7RmWd9DEZdBMfnlFqHqq0-6Oct_dN30FMIvfkVLBk1jvpFrOaV4y90n7v8/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356195562049118290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CCvaZR9Erz64IGg_annbz93mGmAg1YtP5ZaiGhY2VLDXZdNdC3clxyPiuRLRnEEwgL-0IMsXs-UgeI8wcy5QEj6BgZKpAlg6NiYevHEDs0Hjd1wl0KEqeW2mDltEPS_UsdHBZOY-L3tR/s1600-h/IMG_4113.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CCvaZR9Erz64IGg_annbz93mGmAg1YtP5ZaiGhY2VLDXZdNdC3clxyPiuRLRnEEwgL-0IMsXs-UgeI8wcy5QEj6BgZKpAlg6NiYevHEDs0Hjd1wl0KEqeW2mDltEPS_UsdHBZOY-L3tR/s320/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356195568508048066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Later that night we went to the park to enjoy rides and a firework show. I love this time of year and I love to living where my family can enjoy so much freedom! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTefUcrNCmA09qJ6hWfPM4OBbXSOljtdSLbIIt4MEaEqoLmBoS7tfkadTQQbKjCQTe2d0VuiqvuaP23RmEF7tPbMD2kDmCb_pZEpnniHNueZiA5Axv8ClEKDxKrOGaJ88svG7xCeRJqHH/s1600-h/IMG_4125.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTefUcrNCmA09qJ6hWfPM4OBbXSOljtdSLbIIt4MEaEqoLmBoS7tfkadTQQbKjCQTe2d0VuiqvuaP23RmEF7tPbMD2kDmCb_pZEpnniHNueZiA5Axv8ClEKDxKrOGaJ88svG7xCeRJqHH/s320/IMG_4125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356195573026629314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-76112754465482657132009-06-24T19:13:00.004-06:002009-06-24T19:29:04.549-06:00Kindergarten Graduation<div style="text-align: center;">The big day was on June 11, Ethan graduated from kindergarten. His graduation program was so cute. His class put on a fashion show. Each child dressed up in something that they love and walked along the "catwalk", really the stage, while the "emcee", really Mrs. Craven, told about their look and their likes. It was so fun to watch Ethan walk across the stage with his tongue in his cheek (this is what he does when he is embarrassed). It was also fun to watch the other students. I have gotten to know them a little throughout the year while I helped in the classroom. They also had a few songs they had been preparing and a slide show of all the things they had done throughout the year. I am quite proud of myself for holding it together so well, even though the "Friends Forever" song tugged at my heart a little. Ethan is very excited to move on to first grade, however I'm not sure I am. I can't believe he is going to be gone all day and I know I will miss him. I guess I will cross that bridge when it comes. July 27 is not nearly far enough away.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWY6ABoGCCAMoQdGS-imV-Or9TV7oDQC9V1xEK8aIiO8qAC8zIDnmwOGNfZvsEH6uLDuamacpgPoa5T7MJXrJnjisBDLBqHdHzfepKIrLf5ddVCxyNJrx98nOeaZrLDEOdONGGe6fvlJsR/s1600-h/IMG_4069.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWY6ABoGCCAMoQdGS-imV-Or9TV7oDQC9V1xEK8aIiO8qAC8zIDnmwOGNfZvsEH6uLDuamacpgPoa5T7MJXrJnjisBDLBqHdHzfepKIrLf5ddVCxyNJrx98nOeaZrLDEOdONGGe6fvlJsR/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070198697287906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSvQoNIJ1a4Oeoh8zWmvU7ZycaEWDsBLSYUnzFzvjCBNLny9U3C8Rb0T9egilW5VeHh58-iMDyK1plf2bAuwNHR84iVc_XfWpT3OzzVkSgMJKcdP7debv97sgFZAA3wVNBQYpcoMcM5rg/s1600-h/IMG_4063.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSvQoNIJ1a4Oeoh8zWmvU7ZycaEWDsBLSYUnzFzvjCBNLny9U3C8Rb0T9egilW5VeHh58-iMDyK1plf2bAuwNHR84iVc_XfWpT3OzzVkSgMJKcdP7debv97sgFZAA3wVNBQYpcoMcM5rg/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070191618022530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Ethan's teacher this year was Mrs. Craven and I couldn't have asked for a better teacher. She was so wonderful and got to know each child so well. I was so sad on Ethan's last day of school and I think that the biggest reason was knowing that Ethan wouldn't see Mrs. Craven on a daily basis. She was such a big part of his life for 10 months and now it is all over. Ethan also told me that he is going to miss her too. I can only hope and pray that my future kindergarteners will have Mrs. Craven as their teacher!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2umwPJmicGxU4wA2p9XpczX7CLpkBylKeUYUgk-z0n9K1puVKlQ9YPixzSiQCNzkX-QvyPmLlaT4trCTqINUL7GODGJZlBFzZ13arLcBN95Tix3BGnbUa3NwkFtGmXaFSfXMsFpzX3Cb/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2umwPJmicGxU4wA2p9XpczX7CLpkBylKeUYUgk-z0n9K1puVKlQ9YPixzSiQCNzkX-QvyPmLlaT4trCTqINUL7GODGJZlBFzZ13arLcBN95Tix3BGnbUa3NwkFtGmXaFSfXMsFpzX3Cb/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070203220443266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-558292127761946332009-06-18T15:20:00.004-06:002009-06-20T16:22:40.096-06:00Hobbies<div style="text-align: center;">Life for the kids has been busy lately. Besides spring bringing along warm weather, green grass and blooming flowers it also brings dance recitals, singing recitals and baseball games. The kids have been spending their time with practices and extra practices and performances. It has been fun watching them but I have to admit that I am glad it is all over now. With baseball twice a week, singing twice a week, and dancing lessons it gets a little crazy. All this, and the kids are only 6 and 4. I can't even imagine what it will be like when they are older. I am grateful for the time that we have to spend together as a family right now and I know I need to cherish it while I can! I guess I am officially becoming a soccer mom. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW400KocqgKasCsb_M6BjyqYSibN2JQ5YQk9GJEcqj6ueFBqpGCaf8UTpuQc0K4BHD0_hgbHrwA3xRA5hn8Js9DMJO_0YE32B2v9oSl5NiQxR7HSwz2FRSXuJA3c22hN_6gc70anPNy4r/s1600-h/IMG_4048.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW400KocqgKasCsb_M6BjyqYSibN2JQ5YQk9GJEcqj6ueFBqpGCaf8UTpuQc0K4BHD0_hgbHrwA3xRA5hn8Js9DMJO_0YE32B2v9oSl5NiQxR7HSwz2FRSXuJA3c22hN_6gc70anPNy4r/s320/IMG_4048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348783095546684402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCqfJLAKV_qHCeqokryvpfq2YXlMB7o_n3gH7Md4b-LwwcLd6Q3Gb7OBIFfcp0EZAlJ2L15aiM13RwTCf1g14FXRqr8OKTBpZbSgiPLLwGvhYqVM7R9pHjI389ALjnPl7fb9TicCZuW_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCqfJLAKV_qHCeqokryvpfq2YXlMB7o_n3gH7Md4b-LwwcLd6Q3Gb7OBIFfcp0EZAlJ2L15aiM13RwTCf1g14FXRqr8OKTBpZbSgiPLLwGvhYqVM7R9pHjI389ALjnPl7fb9TicCZuW_Q/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348783089530907122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR9gb1-MSnbi18ruP20VNngsT9OPz0H0FP16h1dr5lAtIFjIV7wm-YXzSTy1zaamDSAJ_ItQDSBNbwLcs4l8CtMZwMkrlOBHSIBhLy-T8w3CJPJJhsl6kM6JnhfR2z7HotAaedlVWdtLV/s1600-h/IMG_4006.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR9gb1-MSnbi18ruP20VNngsT9OPz0H0FP16h1dr5lAtIFjIV7wm-YXzSTy1zaamDSAJ_ItQDSBNbwLcs4l8CtMZwMkrlOBHSIBhLy-T8w3CJPJJhsl6kM6JnhfR2z7HotAaedlVWdtLV/s320/IMG_4006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348783081734786338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-71000598680499119282009-05-11T20:41:00.005-06:002009-05-11T21:16:34.279-06:00Birthday Kids<div style="text-align: center;">Hallie celebrated her fourth birthday on March 27. This happened to be the same day that Monsters vs. Aliens came out so she took two of her friends out for ice cream and a movie. She had such a fun time being the birthday girl. That night we went out for dinner and she got to pick her favorite place, The Pie. I can't believe that she is already four. She is such a sweet little girl, but also has a feisty side too. She is definitely an entertainer. Everything that comes out of her mouth is in song form. She loves Sponge Bob and Barbie movies and she loves making her brothers laugh. She loves playing with her friends, going to her singing lessons, and dressing up as anything. I am so grateful that she is part of our family. She keeps me laughing and brings such happiness to our lives.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqgNbZBPgG4_RBes_4cinsnrC0STjBtUnlrNS-_a6leys68MHZlWjE1EmKbJVOth0lwgjhEyUpMoLFnSeOXfQlxGzVvKUp0GI4t7BcEpf0f4feevorAHnY8WRtm9VObwhqi4l-LK52-Yd/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334765540717838274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCgQmGvTW_zS_LAztwm37HDLu5glrq8huRIIvlgJOyMV-wulQIKDtbWI97Eik7a8wmZGzjLTJ6BTwt5-c2DUi0vvQR9nEgvsl4c95YGho0gSi7yL3PG59Lc31fexWm-beSLKV-1XNRP9d/s1600-h/IMG_3810.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCgQmGvTW_zS_LAztwm37HDLu5glrq8huRIIvlgJOyMV-wulQIKDtbWI97Eik7a8wmZGzjLTJ6BTwt5-c2DUi0vvQR9nEgvsl4c95YGho0gSi7yL3PG59Lc31fexWm-beSLKV-1XNRP9d/s320/IMG_3810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334765308688219890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Ethan turned six on April 19. My how time flies! My baby is now six years old, is getting ready to graduate from kindergarten, has his first loose tooth, and looks like a big kid instead of my little Ethan. He is very in to watching big people movies with his dad so he decided to have a spy/mission impossible party. He invited six of his friends over for "agent training". They had target practice with water balloons, a race to see who could get their disguise on first, and had to solve clues to find their goodie bags. It was fun to finally have a birthday party where the kids could actually understand and follow through with games. That night, Ethan's choice for dinner was The Mayan. He loves that place, however mom and dad do not! (it's a good thing birthdays only come once a year) Ethan is your typical crazy boy. He does pretty well on his own, but when you get him together with his friends trouble is on the way. He is very smart and especially loves doing math. He is such a good big brother. He lets Hallie win at games and absolutely loves Dylan. He is so sweet and is becoming such a help to me. I think your first born always holds a special place in your heart!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zzrLWAlqHxFnxKEXOQhx03okc2KYg_YiOyz4UfuXpYk_fZmUINS52LfqoAj1Pl7lMCpuOYlJlBy2Am_58QiX90wXbCrJXoFhCIes1lw2r_KxxNJXcVeKMkAGuf0XDexxqyZ2Gao9Cich/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zzrLWAlqHxFnxKEXOQhx03okc2KYg_YiOyz4UfuXpYk_fZmUINS52LfqoAj1Pl7lMCpuOYlJlBy2Am_58QiX90wXbCrJXoFhCIes1lw2r_KxxNJXcVeKMkAGuf0XDexxqyZ2Gao9Cich/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770109445475106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMTfxzE_GBY64-UhCTEfwAofdMPofUL60YqRz1YPiYpkltWsuMaF3RWqjbPlH1-n-k3GZpvjAxa_Lk0vnf-9LZEJxlIXkd3eV-FesPW_OxN53rOPLKch_J8TaAnq-JB5YpNIrJdYjjMBV/s1600-h/IMG_3928.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMTfxzE_GBY64-UhCTEfwAofdMPofUL60YqRz1YPiYpkltWsuMaF3RWqjbPlH1-n-k3GZpvjAxa_Lk0vnf-9LZEJxlIXkd3eV-FesPW_OxN53rOPLKch_J8TaAnq-JB5YpNIrJdYjjMBV/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770109812760786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BvTCwAN4RhWNFFp4nuHjYFuBLCMDG1NV1jxBEx-zu8vtWuuarsVrsmTWW74BqKwgoEBfo6FbKzcb_tpTn_130j7JLX7tHJq9ts0hjK5AwxM8o3foMvTzJFrufwp_TjA7oYbfGLQsJNl8/s1600-h/IMG_3965.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BvTCwAN4RhWNFFp4nuHjYFuBLCMDG1NV1jxBEx-zu8vtWuuarsVrsmTWW74BqKwgoEBfo6FbKzcb_tpTn_130j7JLX7tHJq9ts0hjK5AwxM8o3foMvTzJFrufwp_TjA7oYbfGLQsJNl8/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770115762831826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-49254845408605689362009-02-22T16:38:00.002-07:002009-02-22T16:53:09.879-07:00Spaghetti Tacos<div style="text-align: center;">My kids love the show iCarly. Okay, I'll be honest. They whole family likes the show iCarly. They do really funny and strange things on this show and one of them is eating spaghetti tacos. One day Andy came home from work and told me that he and Ethan were going to make dinner. I was thrilled of course, until I saw the outcome. Yep thats right, we had spaghetti tacos for dinner. It tasted pretty much how you would expect it to taste. The kids ate it all but admitted later that it wasn't very yummy. However, it was a fun dinner and a lasting memory.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKWUjRci0unWE-d-WdfaSuNCOJ978sV2yHW48czS-vhqrBf6Bi_nmMW4ZcGleHTl3ZHNyuL6GIazUkAIeXfkEmQwk1Tiz812d2yoRZimmb8gy_Bm6wFMEGubU1M8v6B51sSMy43RT9ia3/s1600-h/IMG_3645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKWUjRci0unWE-d-WdfaSuNCOJ978sV2yHW48czS-vhqrBf6Bi_nmMW4ZcGleHTl3ZHNyuL6GIazUkAIeXfkEmQwk1Tiz812d2yoRZimmb8gy_Bm6wFMEGubU1M8v6B51sSMy43RT9ia3/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771652545701394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijTzLJ9tClV7OFN6hbYVPGHb3zqUJLPF7IBHLq_EI5vpwsIrnNDINAA7pgFiiRNTLsbuPhNC69aPMRuv6gNTzfc5bydrvdRvuFJ1AAmvvrsW1zjD7n5bSX2gs8ouZqjuLL6XDBdY-wIi8/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijTzLJ9tClV7OFN6hbYVPGHb3zqUJLPF7IBHLq_EI5vpwsIrnNDINAA7pgFiiRNTLsbuPhNC69aPMRuv6gNTzfc5bydrvdRvuFJ1AAmvvrsW1zjD7n5bSX2gs8ouZqjuLL6XDBdY-wIi8/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771645206468882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pKOalFNhNI7coML-ttX8WoDh6bPhIkV34sYZ9UiYxJsXP9IPf9Wt2J3eD944FHN5EQZMhbVWSroD9m7lteq0Pv2SirMvsPw9vj2o_HgKv4h3KJtc47eMD_5DbrDXLOm2nBr8RwWtgOe-/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pKOalFNhNI7coML-ttX8WoDh6bPhIkV34sYZ9UiYxJsXP9IPf9Wt2J3eD944FHN5EQZMhbVWSroD9m7lteq0Pv2SirMvsPw9vj2o_HgKv4h3KJtc47eMD_5DbrDXLOm2nBr8RwWtgOe-/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771643433301026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeBy4b9IEk4arZ7ry8lT4syY05IfhuoKcMW6AZjUVHE75uvwIveOE0udH1mE3LMLTyxZ8qJaraSffWYLAMedTABsxwn_R6YavVvUAQ01y4S5BAaqyBhAMEDk7fyi1XSDzxeDBcfDQRlln/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeBy4b9IEk4arZ7ry8lT4syY05IfhuoKcMW6AZjUVHE75uvwIveOE0udH1mE3LMLTyxZ8qJaraSffWYLAMedTABsxwn_R6YavVvUAQ01y4S5BAaqyBhAMEDk7fyi1XSDzxeDBcfDQRlln/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771614357110082" /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbsSmkww-78NBvN2dDvLGpK-145vOk0vXpy946SsrTjsEL1lRdEVr5On3wVTAvCYJtORYNBl92LkDqTh1hqr3PpDyrfArUIRA2544wrPiP-Yh2s1AaMrjEAK6rXL1rf3bUQ1cKUaNdhut/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771655007894818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-24777583685909213382009-02-10T21:58:00.005-07:002009-02-12T15:10:48.645-07:00Happy Birthday Dylan!<div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe my baby is one. His birthday was on January 7 and I am amazed at how fast this year has flown by. Dylan is so cute and is starting to have such a fun personality. He started walking when he was 10 months old so he is almost running now. He says quite a few words and phrases but of course "mama" isn't in his vocabulary yet. His favorite things to say are "dada", "what's that", and "ball". He absolutely loves the "I like to move it, move it" song from the movie Madagascar. Every time he hears it he gets a huge grin and starts dancing. Dylan loves to scream like a girl-all day long. I am hoping this phase ends soon. Dilly squish (as he is called at home) is a mama's boy and loves to be held by me a lot. This can be frustrating but I am glad he loves me so much! Dylan loves to give hugs and cuddle with soft things. He is very loving and silly and I am excited to see what his second year has in store.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7pTHp7eQPzA8auQ9nHlstflvPgB-HL1AshOhHoDUWlCOAnicJmD0xwp1YV94gTFj6yuwGMLdU6gF1OUvRgeKAlzBZq7CWWt03PhFRaoTvFR02f-p-4NLwGKDEMT0HRo6E_AY0qG251KP/s320/IMG_3657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301427021603541266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9B9b9gHPCeL0WYF3utr28mhHpIA9FElvEAPKRdFnA6SehEcslMpHSVMPYWXnfbRpYPGGw3RO-9YDJ3CQiEZ5nVCZkvDjeLNUJrmUri6OcGnJYXMb9yZ-Lw-Jc090QyB4hlmjqde3ZEh0/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301427024187200402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLRIB_gcuqZAeD0ZsU55tBLnJoN0h_a6pxznL0aRpBN73raxaJfbUQAKs5aHz1xhdOsEbI0JY1lk-fbG_BtRRHdAromYJSxAQi9BWLV34GpLCVXkHCE4L1nZ7YQqBfRlTX9eU_2TfNT9V/s320/IMG_3684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301427030734083842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGbIoGZ_U6qXRD9IJWQDFRg0qOU1nV1krggHkQHtlgtzNdTN0T1NhM0t72LVez6wW-jDAKxStbtxosUpqoWwyCZvTfDuBmcOO1n4CB4vQ-JjaY8q1nXXbogOvpLmzlybZ6bn4F_ntiwfD/s320/IMG_3686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301427031734928690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-62950314260583563322009-02-07T23:21:00.003-07:002009-02-07T23:35:49.305-07:00White Christmas<div style="text-align: center;">I am truly always dreaming of a white Christmas but this year I think it went a little to far! We left our house pretty early on Christmas day to go visit family. When we left there was about eight inches of snow already but while we were away it continued coming down. By the time we arrived back home there was over two feet of snow! Luckily our traveling went okay because the storm seemed to just hover over Herriman. Our elders quorum (the ones who spent Christmas day at home) spent the afternoon helping people get out of their houses and shoveling driveways. We were very grateful that we were able to get into our garage when we got home. It was very beautiful but I think next year I won't dream of such a white Christmas! </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxWAZPxNmyx1B9lnHY8mCjfPRFoI1hSbAeFQZ2WiCeQ4Naydj87srpd77trGh4-0yavTrP2BkexVgG9ljoX0oVBvSfR1d2dSczBBw-0yfUQvz9GH-xH_bbgjhNCf0HHFP7BvKV7EX_x-H/s1600-h/IMG_3626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxWAZPxNmyx1B9lnHY8mCjfPRFoI1hSbAeFQZ2WiCeQ4Naydj87srpd77trGh4-0yavTrP2BkexVgG9ljoX0oVBvSfR1d2dSczBBw-0yfUQvz9GH-xH_bbgjhNCf0HHFP7BvKV7EX_x-H/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308538483193618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFy8kRPhgzmT_4qbAiCN5j8uO7TIYtfaAsnENsikpUkcoWE8iP4l6Fg9TNMyvp_WcJTegW75ob_zSYiiFkUYSOTT0ZrqoYgvb7rcxonoWyml-YFkHDwpaJJbdXMBwU9na_cIeQsLJl76tK/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFy8kRPhgzmT_4qbAiCN5j8uO7TIYtfaAsnENsikpUkcoWE8iP4l6Fg9TNMyvp_WcJTegW75ob_zSYiiFkUYSOTT0ZrqoYgvb7rcxonoWyml-YFkHDwpaJJbdXMBwU9na_cIeQsLJl76tK/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308533585575602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjqKXc8QK_q3Ijtrbksp1AnbmWVZgNxR7IFL5Vat2WG3tg5t7kjXlYIl3XmgP2JuYttKyPr2hVVjxFEO-MDnamNTtLBoaFJVM4anf3d-YMTtic7JII_y3j5_yyPT3P4-uy07yJRr0IFOl/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308542341886466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gcaFv2UJ9SMoFKIEIXqEJ7JkCnV4RHlN11aYYP8c2X8KA7tBZ0hfBRWlPqQYlgp9eveQ0xCBCS9vC6vks6kzGpODzeH-1st42xsRMgkHtrACmvS8qzN8ZIgGGMeJUtbjC2mHac38iGRv/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308528671440498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-18083427714355531922009-01-08T16:24:00.004-07:002009-01-08T16:41:30.282-07:00Sweater Party<div style="text-align: center;">Each year we host a Christmas sweater party. Everyone who attends is required to wear a beautiful Christmas sweater. I think our collection of sweaters amounts to around 15 now. We give away prizes to the people with the "most festive" sweaters. We also play games every year. This year we played the usual "oven mitt" game, where you roll dice to try and open a present wrapped with packaging tape while wearing oven mitts. This year we added some new games including a relay game of opening hershey kisses with a santa hat, scarf, and mittens on, and a pictionary game where the loser either has to drink a glass of egg nog or sing karaoke. We ended the night with funny white elephant gifts. It was a super fun night and is something we look forward to every Christmas season.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8TSD6iLTbzQE5mBBMk63V04omj9iomUm3mIdv7-HoUoaUM5rtH7v8KqA9FVNIu3cFwSRIqPpsKC13ngX4OJ5_HaBYKEcW7Ap1vS-LZEI7T5zbikuRP7M9OA-MVOvlXrqE3xJKzFYkw-4/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8TSD6iLTbzQE5mBBMk63V04omj9iomUm3mIdv7-HoUoaUM5rtH7v8KqA9FVNIu3cFwSRIqPpsKC13ngX4OJ5_HaBYKEcW7Ap1vS-LZEI7T5zbikuRP7M9OA-MVOvlXrqE3xJKzFYkw-4/s320/IMG_3534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289068983483329010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Check out my buttons and Andy's sequins! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vpcZBDes4Q65EQvMCCd7oR9QeGK1ftfBR08VWMl0tNCM2HAE2WaQfs1v675a1kG7A5hwFXSCRBB2N6AmGvTYM7bNBFyJZojz1ZO8Ai9iahhSIV0R0s6P5ncTdUZ3dSZr6J7v9u6a2DAK/s1600-h/IMG_3518.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vpcZBDes4Q65EQvMCCd7oR9QeGK1ftfBR08VWMl0tNCM2HAE2WaQfs1v675a1kG7A5hwFXSCRBB2N6AmGvTYM7bNBFyJZojz1ZO8Ai9iahhSIV0R0s6P5ncTdUZ3dSZr6J7v9u6a2DAK/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289068972083655618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9VDz-hg5eCulWq-5l5gnACHbOmfI8OZfENj3I11f3DpSe9UGeY8yQG9dVeL6u4K1JmYsVCOkwRQTcXmAXlSglkwQyRl6Dz_7Fq8sE_wKiRu1fZHLo-SKgmK6Gscvo5qkFJotQPVqwDUy/s1600-h/IMG_3509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9VDz-hg5eCulWq-5l5gnACHbOmfI8OZfENj3I11f3DpSe9UGeY8yQG9dVeL6u4K1JmYsVCOkwRQTcXmAXlSglkwQyRl6Dz_7Fq8sE_wKiRu1fZHLo-SKgmK6Gscvo5qkFJotQPVqwDUy/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289068961725266690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpgjP0fOB3T6lOZp5DAOa43l_qrjZOGizqQmAZYqU_09rrzt-tr65IJQ9osI2TgZ0uXOJ5GaZk1JKfM4iTCSrnea5PmkRDTlDqp2zVm7gYPPxvopTlu3a7jBnmZ4wXoKxbp9LsgHL1htE/s1600-h/IMG_3510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpgjP0fOB3T6lOZp5DAOa43l_qrjZOGizqQmAZYqU_09rrzt-tr65IJQ9osI2TgZ0uXOJ5GaZk1JKfM4iTCSrnea5PmkRDTlDqp2zVm7gYPPxvopTlu3a7jBnmZ4wXoKxbp9LsgHL1htE/s320/IMG_3510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289068954249290850" /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauayXY9hO-iT0KDgR5X6S-5GrTLKWQ8rI5vjOQRFdLA9TUOdTG9tmTa_fl6nOge4BoXyQPUMOZjYFtZqWB-fjfrBKBWrafetD8UsYjWxuz4pdlAtJfSR9YPouz5VcAgDDdltLoruA-9p3/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289068984596554706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-77813260667233740962008-12-31T16:02:00.004-07:002008-12-31T16:19:42.058-07:00Christmas Parties<div style="text-align: center;">Each year we have the annual Boren family Christmas party and the annual Hanson family Christmas party. We look forward to them each year. The kids especially look forward to it because they know they will be receiving a gift from Santa. We had a good time at both parties and it was fun to see family members that we don't get to see very often.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdBjOOSaaKVmg8l_XU3KAoWyaFFL88y1Ql0LDl9w69YvZnqcZc0sItL-mvOmzCTGj6sWISsTsyp_LltUKg2k2eUyxo6BLmfrgpdMm0cdKvRb-XkYxNl6oC6_ESmtTyzdSerb8YOkldQxs/s320/IMG_3480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095525906488034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRfofRHeGvIe3aJp5wS_L0lrwkeWN2Vq9h5rBEg43fIUjUZI-BG2fb6B_Q-AlSE_MDhmcKLBClr92jrZt6gOUd046D-xcAsYh-kPgHKnCunbDSENk7HHwXbTCy4xhG-ApAzWSjTu3donI/s320/IMG_3479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095520888951058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizd0d1KjCx6tCi4qo4x1z8C0qgQzYiT-c4WRwXtGGdIAzuyxJaUevFL4nM9NR02dW3o8Il6Dk9wNWTfwuuuzHwmOTcLogPP0bi1T-eSux9A9p_ftaOU0GYHQX60YPJkZ_qs38u0GLIyoAk/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095531311086578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallie asking for a pony</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPT2t3tWibkippHDsBUHtxgl-LRa4Uy09u4GUd3x7Bj0AZT8k6NpC-6w67vlt2nR5-hmIdVFXsBGWW1mYqgUY-ngTt5TxqkgPg4kL8ds_HemXnBSNQrAR3XO69sxtOA0NKw5OTnoLCoDYM/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095570145600018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We haven't had a crier yet</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmEjnfrWa1dAUBnr-RW68-eYi3MoqN7IMWH2DWWfpULrH6Tu5k-PtEPmuFFji80zr60Bo_URu58i8ful-hELDUMLXQSi9DCRVEBPSXD1kY_AA8gyv-JDbn65Z58KjU8_XIGP5uW7H5FvQ/s320/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095582475048530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">Ethan asking for a Nintendo DS</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkUVkOvPhW7FVndhLmYwWv3L341Iccno_fgglsvciFnJd4s9K5paqJXWxJbrUoINezFpC2GIHOJUjjUzh492tk0kcC3gkremQtutomPmvyscKBCS9NE81K7NGLqt84TLLsShqnG8_UutT/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286097422300246130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boren crew with "Great" (Grandma Hanson)</div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-49434230723435456582008-12-20T22:25:00.003-07:002008-12-20T22:40:08.293-07:00Ballet Recital<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneat6mHY7D5Jz1iffdvte9zSoATzHLH4AUdqngz4uupMyLcoXgCqeaS1DyUG1ewaLPcguialeCMhpvcrcuW7slswJDsY55sxR61u4B8qNKyBEl3BDNclz0yGZi8nxPX3hJAUFdp4qcixO/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneat6mHY7D5Jz1iffdvte9zSoATzHLH4AUdqngz4uupMyLcoXgCqeaS1DyUG1ewaLPcguialeCMhpvcrcuW7slswJDsY55sxR61u4B8qNKyBEl3BDNclz0yGZi8nxPX3hJAUFdp4qcixO/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282111048079964802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2ZFlsYk_1KBml9Fn9m4fuTIT8odt3ecsfCbcnPuySgYvwd4-VCSAR_ZyiVQ-kEUb2X42KfStPdVDh4ozlqJger4ZhEPnwtB12wAuXC5ckH1QRIgMvCFUBNxal695AUWfi-KSzLq0wfEO/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2ZFlsYk_1KBml9Fn9m4fuTIT8odt3ecsfCbcnPuySgYvwd4-VCSAR_ZyiVQ-kEUb2X42KfStPdVDh4ozlqJger4ZhEPnwtB12wAuXC5ckH1QRIgMvCFUBNxal695AUWfi-KSzLq0wfEO/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282111044842518162" /></a>Hallie had her first ballet recital on December 13. She was very excited to dance on stage for the first time. Her dad, however, was not too excited to spend two hours watching other children dance and about a minute and a half watching Hallie. Nevertheless, she looked super cute and actually did a pretty good job dancing (I was worried she might just get on stage and twirl)! I'm sure this is just the first of many years of recitals!<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygEkLeIhrw-2N7VsmzlDv_AkKX9lO3SIO3kwymjHLvgzkwIZdWgKrkvOT6wpXJnfuJ2a0ZtbMGQvLtrlsfxEY-ptuRNOavALI7v94aa_z40bAk2HJTETEKfhsPX_VSKnXxAwHzHvOiNy1/s320/IMG_3504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282111057468956162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jaci, Addie, Hallie</div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-71936316536442441752008-12-20T22:02:00.003-07:002008-12-20T22:21:09.647-07:00Temple Square<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVo2F7OUPzDnWV-ZhTMqxAm1je_bp50I2q8ym7Gl-0RXRFehhnmrf1wCzAlFqu_eHqzZXHdbXnc23IHQjmXJk7IfpbYMWZbZZB7dcb-FvVS4U6OZJsvasniI1DX2kfdqTDaJ3RYdB1wOP/s1600-h/IMG_3459.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVo2F7OUPzDnWV-ZhTMqxAm1je_bp50I2q8ym7Gl-0RXRFehhnmrf1wCzAlFqu_eHqzZXHdbXnc23IHQjmXJk7IfpbYMWZbZZB7dcb-FvVS4U6OZJsvasniI1DX2kfdqTDaJ3RYdB1wOP/s320/IMG_3459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282108081195953682" /></a>Every year we take a trip to Temple Square to see the Christmas lights. This year we decided to take Trax instead of driving. The kids had a lot of fun riding the train. It had snowed right before we got there and it was just enough to put a light layer of snow on the trees and bushes. It made everything look extra beautiful. We had such a fun time, and it is a tradition that the whole family looks forward to every year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQZcUrK2OO9z3L6w40P9IiArHOl00J9Nk9OgaZob2VmFTbudnhPIzuT5eiHfpvsVjnwlbOxkqbFc6ErK-0kTMFpGS_fZkQQud-GXSWS1YpIIGgKPdwLwoDcSSnWRe13Nv1OcFed1pCoBs/s1600-h/IMG_3415.JPG"><br /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-32010640573597667582008-12-17T14:31:00.003-07:002008-12-17T14:50:19.525-07:00Thanksgiving in Gig Harbor<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6q0ntjbGuV37p57BWW9cdfTF_1CygpiGs2AnypJ_8XgvkaI0PM8lbn3-dCIBdPuh5pyNMZnk3u9MD5LHoJTvKoc7zCTk8JlWCp6_MRhCfHNbu7BEgC4SGsGB_Sb1t0xboYysteppZv_C/s1600-h/IMG_3392.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6q0ntjbGuV37p57BWW9cdfTF_1CygpiGs2AnypJ_8XgvkaI0PM8lbn3-dCIBdPuh5pyNMZnk3u9MD5LHoJTvKoc7zCTk8JlWCp6_MRhCfHNbu7BEgC4SGsGB_Sb1t0xboYysteppZv_C/s320/IMG_3392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280875749673450882" /></a>We drove to Gig Harbor, Washington to visit Andy's Aunt Kristi and the rest of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lundquist</span> family. After two days, about fourteen hours, of driving we were all very excited to get to their house. We had such a fun week there. We went to lots of movies, visited, and played games all week long. On the day before Thanksgiving we drove into Seattle and visited the Space Needle. Andy and I had been there before but we thought it might be fun for the kids to see. It was a cold and windy day but it was still fun to be up so high and see the beautiful city.<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yesKu4rA53PiRwK2CgB-ea821U9BKmeAbFxhGhit4sOC7SctE8nBKmjuyFfbzrCztViIBYWFriYGNxZxv7IkuSifzg7dxF-KmcdcTBdlYWc-rUUdoGGLENNLMrTwmRSdTnhoVlR4pmsR/s320/IMG_3405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280877603043070562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDW-gQExgay1N01hsuxpHCQzVMtKSi64Resqrrg2OUVCob_FLIXcOlhanbBZ6_21Xzbs4EXLaMMgCBlOGkG_KRETkRjIps40GoOiaRfD6fq5Ere3EDSE6Tyri8gEf4eqP7j7Ibk9Us4UH/s320/IMG_3402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280877612626880674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>The next day was Thanksgiving and we enjoyed one the the most yummy Thanksgiving dinners we can remember. I found a new love for sweet potatoes while Andy discovered cranberry relish. We were also very grateful to have the children at a different table. We had such a fun time and we always enjoy our trips to see the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lundquist</span> family. It is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> worth the drive.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-61026446259716249112008-11-21T21:51:00.003-07:002008-11-21T22:01:08.948-07:00Poor Dylan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdxovqV6V56bCR0tJf6Z5nNyvuYWAS8cCBEPUp-zEW-biMJsXjtfYj5XY_ZN7R3BDy4ZFvmVyfHk4WIO5HzS1Z1Npypr2oD6ZHazSNW1H1i-rN_GEQqwaY64pcwjZ0heOhRP46KIkSwTp/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdxovqV6V56bCR0tJf6Z5nNyvuYWAS8cCBEPUp-zEW-biMJsXjtfYj5XY_ZN7R3BDy4ZFvmVyfHk4WIO5HzS1Z1Npypr2oD6ZHazSNW1H1i-rN_GEQqwaY64pcwjZ0heOhRP46KIkSwTp/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340406758827858" /></a>After months and months of ear infections that would not go away Dylan finally had tubes put in his ears last week. We had to be at Primary Children's Hospital at 6:00 a.m. on Tuesday, November 11. That meant my day started at 4:45. I woke Dylan up at 5:15 and we headed to the hospital. Dylan was pretty happy considering how early he woke up and that he wasn't able to have anything to eat or drink. He looked so cute in his little hospital outfit that I couldn't resist taking a picture. He was only away from me for about 20 minutes. He was very happy in his "before" picture and I am sad I didn't get an "after" picture because it was a whole different story. He cried (the out of control kind of cry) for about 40 minutes. They said that it was normal and that he was just confused from the medication they used to put him to sleep, but it was still really hard to see him that sad. By the time we got back home he was as happy again. Hopefully we will have a great winter with less sickness!Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-83814046875834821472008-11-19T10:34:00.003-07:002008-11-19T10:46:44.304-07:00Jazz Fans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4D6pS7wCTfY-43KkruSZ9A2PxbDPDfg7NMNYL1IXC-kxCczEsoJ7jRqtaRtZxxUGoHNswPgCsqqorlKjB7FwWGkdhSxN0FLCPe_fUl2wqGli0YywiUG8ffhqvLXNhAgT9IruBjXI64l7/s1600-h/IMG_3353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4D6pS7wCTfY-43KkruSZ9A2PxbDPDfg7NMNYL1IXC-kxCczEsoJ7jRqtaRtZxxUGoHNswPgCsqqorlKjB7FwWGkdhSxN0FLCPe_fUl2wqGli0YywiUG8ffhqvLXNhAgT9IruBjXI64l7/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270423641123245666" /></a>We are big fans of the Utah Jazz. Each member of the family has a jersey, which is usually worn while watching games on TV (it is bad luck if we don't). We have season tickets (two seats) to all the home games. It is such a fun date night for Andy and me. Every now and then, usually when we can't get a baby sitter or we are tired of paying for one, Andy will take one of the kids with him. They love to go too, but for them it is more about the snacks and the Jazz Bear than the actual game. Because we have season tickets we got to go to a "meet the players" night. Andy and I went by ourselves last year, but this year we decided to take Ethan with us. Ethan's favorite player is Kyle Korver. We are not sure why but ever since Kyle got traded to the Jazz last year Ethan has liked him the best. He was very excited when he got to meet Korver and have him sign a basketball. We got autographs from everyone but Boozer, who left early, and Kirilenko, who was sick. It was a fun night.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-72544425182961468192008-11-06T10:26:00.010-07:002008-11-06T13:51:56.785-07:00Fall Fun<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday was snowy! So of course the first thing that comes to mind is "winter is coming". As I started to think about that I began to appreciate what a wonderful fall we had. It seems like the fall weather this year was a lot warmer than previous years. We were able to do a bunch of fun activities without worrying about bundling up. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhtJCcavgKbBwmfianTDNHKz2PuW1cg3d8CB9HqVQ94r9EcwqaQMuNIR0E-gNTU7leD-4J7mSnRjCNkixT8Jbeb13JKcnz6TNlBwwjXPTnE_kIabmhGb3-cNHhz7SuJDgBrLOl824SZ6S/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604845303968802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our first fall-like activity was a trip to Cascade Springs in American Fork canyon. We went when the fall leaves were at their peak and it was so beautiful. Andy and I would go to Cascade Springs a lot when we were dating and we love to take the family there now.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSMQuvfWCOHOha6HJExHfDwjzbL0mNKEqI7gP0PClwLTgTL4-UCBePf75V5uoW62JT_Y6APTpg6Vh-T3RMgV38GBhBzq3J7YlfMuoDOT7yqAQxHsKZ9LcCAsdOg22IkVGu0sfUb5_1A4i/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265606305535728562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgeCdD8-9mz1kPZOhvcQqjKr_b-SIfw0Kb5G3uQ83XvQAiswkSy6rNus6z_REHoFLwwL8sRB8weyfuuUPfb4nA_f2Pr16cY-CAoW6FeD3BCciXQwgiDJZ62og5NPLR3Tpl4CM2Jotm6fW/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265606309407067042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Next was our annual trip to see the witches a Gardner's Village. The kids love to do this every year. This year we made it extra fun by going on a scavenger hunt for witches.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKv34TLVW5TXn0C1SJ1OB4IDifcin34MxyAheKJe5tcLa-3sGijTHC78llvJJHjZ4WoPyERTJySe6tQ_4JttjzFbqgBv1nIxqs3TD8QdTVrfaNcwIwTazZnNGkpEOWnL3pQGaremQUJwf/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265607800451600706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We also took a trip to Wheeler Farm. The kids had a lot of fun looking at all of the farm animals, but of course their favorite part was playing on the tractors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UK4mSOjpdMu4DH6o96mIsetV6AwARBCqT9XPX1blPFLIvNgdd2v4dyogbp_4qUgFEyMwxF8VBXmlpKxra7ei-Yg4JiyDtauEXydOdj-FHYnMgTy1NDrqxmBoTdkmWGL0bWMbjWowZ_5z/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265646347222390226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsdlh7q78UoIdzMRfctNjvPQi1ZeqLWo692as7KPYzRnlUqotUMKR3ZCnFDRJE95gPHrZJvbimtjP9_in09aCt4mENM07nSh0WeNljCFZN7xS_pqDZPdT6ZgJQuuH54uQPvjxfNDL3pCk/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265646361267156162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Every year we go to Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving Point. Ethan and Hallie could have spent the entire time there playing with the water pumps sending the rubber duckies back and forth. This year Ethan was finally brave enough to enter the big haunted lizard (or whatever that is). He has been wanting to do it for years and this time he finally had enough courage.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8KDOggkqyx8V7-_FKf29lxR-brkv6KXWi3t8nYXsOsc0Na5bMnqEesLgOnEX3HW2__7aC0e_6t4JdODq86-5oQ5UCU2QkqFrvfl5Gg6aY7UWh1hcozFhd8f772-0vi9bICTNFLit9mio/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265648722896003634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our last fall activity so far was our families annual pumpkin carving night. We start off the night by eating chili and then move on to the carving. We say that it is for the kids but as you can see it ends up being more about Andy and me. This year I carved Sponge Bob and Andy carved Darth Vader. Ethan hammered light bright type lights into his pumpkin and Hallie painted hers. It was a fun night and has been a great fall. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291777593823511215.post-88433721774005380022008-11-02T21:43:00.002-07:002008-11-02T21:59:15.102-07:00Happy Halloween!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASaJS-ch-JVHC5bx_04COICkdFBkUQ7iKQbBSb2QTcIXO5rbU3K_YZ4XOrKc-lH0_rSmCNXdrlGLqHnmu7eEZbc3Sh6me9KYg8pFJcr1PPht-KCTIYIeGVG0MqIV2c25efIos6pK8TmPE/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264288623837402914" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPqNTCxNWtfuG8zEbYlTmh-7shyphenhyphenCgnGEE0G02eJjM2dOIHxRtWzxm38yvJf3YL88XNzQh5qbiM2IY9RGDNEE3l6013ttdomZz6__k4BIfOcEYRn1cu6YUvNrIM-nwBzMtT_kBBS7geBiF/s1600-h/IMG_3341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPqNTCxNWtfuG8zEbYlTmh-7shyphenhyphenCgnGEE0G02eJjM2dOIHxRtWzxm38yvJf3YL88XNzQh5qbiM2IY9RGDNEE3l6013ttdomZz6__k4BIfOcEYRn1cu6YUvNrIM-nwBzMtT_kBBS7geBiF/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264288628411535554" /></a>Happy Halloween. This year Ethan decided to be a jedi for the second year in a row. Hallie, after going back and forth many times between Cinderella, Minnie Mouse, and Alice in Wonderland, finally decided to be a chef. Dylan was forced to wear a silly Yoda costume which he actually tolerated quite well. We met up with a bunch of neighbor friends and set out around the neighborhood. Andy and Dylan went home early to hand out candy but Ethan and Hallie weren't quite ready yet. So we trick or treated from house to house, through the rain, until they complained that their bags were too heavy. I can't believe how much candy they collected! After finding random candy wrappers strewn about the house I finally had to hide it high on the top shelf.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05346857953388702968noreply@blogger.com3