tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81324045555702905052024-03-04T21:40:22.162-08:00Once Upon a TimeMandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.comBlogger278125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-69818278773273329602012-06-15T10:22:00.001-07:002012-06-15T10:24:56.469-07:00RODEO!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So it's been FOREVER since I posted. A lot has happened and I am really hoping that if I start posting about our life here in Montana, then maybe my sisters will get the hint and post more! (hint, hint)<br />
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So I'll backtrack a little over the next week or so and then be caught up (hopefully). For now, I just wanted to post some quick pictures of the High School Rodeo Finals we attended last Thursday in Bozeman. We were a little cold, but it was beautiful!<br />
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Excited to go to the rodeo!</div>
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Savy dressed Reagan & fixed her hair for the day. </div>
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They became instant best friends with Autumn and Sidney. We even went to the pond to swim yesterday because her kids wouldn't stop asking to play with Savy and London. You like London's Bono glasses? They came with her nerf gun.... And yes, she's freezing because she refused to bring a coat.<br />
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My favorite parts:<br />
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1. The view (as you can see behind Reagan.) Those are the Bridger Mountains that are on one side surrounding our valley. My favs are actually the Gallatins (more peak-y with more snow-capped peaks) which lead us to Yellowstone, but these are gorgeous too because they are so close and so green right now. <br />
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2. The little girls cheering for the little calves during roping. They thought it was inhumane.<br />
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So much fun.<br />
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We're searching out things to keep busy this summer so hopefully I'll keep up the posting.Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-61964137985878506372011-10-25T13:30:00.000-07:002011-10-25T13:30:01.849-07:00Welcome<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">. . . to my home!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsDKmscfgRVrWwIWptorAdGrcmSefpB3jxPcGqVgO1z5XrLtpA1rUoLcJ9kuZ8_iahFqDhsOyq-FDiErcktMEzyoBHr4sIxxh73DntwYGkjrZ9z9u5M0nodq7SY4PjS2lbBiC-jFHCcwZ/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsDKmscfgRVrWwIWptorAdGrcmSefpB3jxPcGqVgO1z5XrLtpA1rUoLcJ9kuZ8_iahFqDhsOyq-FDiErcktMEzyoBHr4sIxxh73DntwYGkjrZ9z9u5M0nodq7SY4PjS2lbBiC-jFHCcwZ/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493580566750562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Entryway. </span><br /><br />I missed my Chilean pictures. My wreath should be outside, but the other day the wind was blowing so badly it trashed our spiderwebs and I was afraid my wreath would be destroyed, so I flipped it over the door so it was inside. It was easy thanks to a cool Martha Stewart tip to use ribbon thumb tacked on the top of the door to hang wreaths. So pretty and so convenient for me to switch inside when the weather acts up. Plus, this way I get to see my creation and enjoy it too!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2AzYOqnR76GYwH35x-rSLIPDUGfHGuNYEZQ7K8AiwaFxbZvAQ9A01otbvyjqu3H6K0bjiajIbsU7mNpmaWmAAclMIrdSgAXlkG2rCLHFUPqIdi8KJrBpQsQ1zxjpc1l8uPsPZCcXqGoe/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2AzYOqnR76GYwH35x-rSLIPDUGfHGuNYEZQ7K8AiwaFxbZvAQ9A01otbvyjqu3H6K0bjiajIbsU7mNpmaWmAAclMIrdSgAXlkG2rCLHFUPqIdi8KJrBpQsQ1zxjpc1l8uPsPZCcXqGoe/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493581334533602" border="0" /></a><br />The easiest wreath I've ever made: black tool, a wreath form, and a ribbon. I just bought the orange ribbon at Michaels for like $1.50 and had the plaid already that I wove into the orange. Looks like the wind moved it around - it should be formed along the bottom of the wreath and not just hanging down (the perfectionist in me apparently went to lunch and hasn't fixed that yet). I suppose a black bird would look cool in there too somewhere, but I'm on a strict budget at the moment so we're going plain. Maybe I'll get some clearance stuff next week.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSAvu4qAO6PchM8a5TGKxm3yhB7XnpWamN9Jvb0gFektxujpT1q3n84mnuA1puOOw98miMO6uAKuMc89lZnuljPSndDwuhVBCb2WK_q6IGSmZ7hxcMk7rzQta6etWlIz2kVatd4YrruTr/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSAvu4qAO6PchM8a5TGKxm3yhB7XnpWamN9Jvb0gFektxujpT1q3n84mnuA1puOOw98miMO6uAKuMc89lZnuljPSndDwuhVBCb2WK_q6IGSmZ7hxcMk7rzQta6etWlIz2kVatd4YrruTr/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493592565538562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I adore my baby pumpkins. They make me smile. Thank you, Pinterest world (my new obsession and another reason I have neglected blogging) for the idea.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu-sfmv7J_l8H-5VnI7SN59D6EMCfdnOMN14N2SXtAWRIl7cWzpYfOuV_kZhyphenhyphenzF6-088rwLJf4xaWeqL52nGz5-WOlA9P1B8cQw7SnZwV2SN-Xm-quIT2nWek56EG-OVyO7EYZJpfMtrY/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu-sfmv7J_l8H-5VnI7SN59D6EMCfdnOMN14N2SXtAWRIl7cWzpYfOuV_kZhyphenhyphenzF6-088rwLJf4xaWeqL52nGz5-WOlA9P1B8cQw7SnZwV2SN-Xm-quIT2nWek56EG-OVyO7EYZJpfMtrY/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493188516286914" border="0" /></a><br />I had to remember that I share this house with Nate so I compromised and we hung his elk picture above the couch. He says it reminds him of Arizona elk. The bobcat is over in the corner, and the jury's out on that. He thinks it'd look great in the corner but I have never wanted animals on the wall in my main rooms. I tell him it can go in our bedroom because I want to eventually put an antiqued desk back there for me to use during the day because currently our only computer is upstairs in our room and I'd love to have my own downstairs I can get on without leaving the babies alone if I have to print something. Or, you know, do some important pinning :) I do have bins of toys back behind the couch currently so I need to figure something out.<br /><br />As you can tell, we're not fighters so the bobcat stays on the floor and the subject has been forgotten for now -- until I have money to get a desk and set up the corner, then game on! Just kidding, I'm a lover, not a fighter. But I will get my way :)<br /><br />Now, turn around and you see this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KLSVSWRp6j7W_E8bdAp91KdW184tYiSJsGcdoHUYAeV_3nMi3DswlfLa-euCkO5qO6BEpagUjEWcCN3eB5CztM2zK9IYR-FfiE-KIb4Q8IchFoN24G2gkrV5VQfQuF2R8p65rgoAvF-4/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KLSVSWRp6j7W_E8bdAp91KdW184tYiSJsGcdoHUYAeV_3nMi3DswlfLa-euCkO5qO6BEpagUjEWcCN3eB5CztM2zK9IYR-FfiE-KIb4Q8IchFoN24G2gkrV5VQfQuF2R8p65rgoAvF-4/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493169338112018" border="0" /></a><br />My cute bookcases, Arizona temple, and my awesome blanket basket JoDee brought me for my birhtday! She rocks. This is <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">my favorite corner</span> </span>- oh how I missed my books when they were in storage the past two years! I love having my stuff back again and having my own house. I finally feel at home!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQByNOT51MGcyy2Q8jyaCqxll4ObMdua_tORYjDUxNYGyXumEXY2ShIreB3TNbP8LkArgaZVYR3sevdoOsWCtk15MZQnAfz-f6pPUgSekT0guqn1WiYK2-bhIiQqHNXyJBed_qgWJDuzP/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQByNOT51MGcyy2Q8jyaCqxll4ObMdua_tORYjDUxNYGyXumEXY2ShIreB3TNbP8LkArgaZVYR3sevdoOsWCtk15MZQnAfz-f6pPUgSekT0guqn1WiYK2-bhIiQqHNXyJBed_qgWJDuzP/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493184016350722" border="0" /></a><br />My favorite corner - I love my Tai-Pan deals - the American flag liberty picture and the Abraham Lincoln religion quote:<br />When I do good,<br />I feel good.<br />When I do bad,<br />I feel bad.<br />And that is my<br />religion.<br />Amen. Love it. I also love my "sister's craft" we made a few years ago. So cute and they remind me of my sisters. I lost my "Boo" letters but hand-made cutouts worked fine.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktL2OsgBQ9IZCdbQtZl3knGNPHFf7V0Dw5qWtNRYxGg5iR_b2ybFVYumiLfBsrWix_R6Y7K0EExWK1RXx0y-f0NiA1SAxaiAEbaRKl4boVY7IdKboskQkWeVeoVV2WRlrXOf11Q06Ja3O/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktL2OsgBQ9IZCdbQtZl3knGNPHFf7V0Dw5qWtNRYxGg5iR_b2ybFVYumiLfBsrWix_R6Y7K0EExWK1RXx0y-f0NiA1SAxaiAEbaRKl4boVY7IdKboskQkWeVeoVV2WRlrXOf11Q06Ja3O/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493160543331106" border="0" /></a><br />Turn to your left and you have the entrance to the kitchen and this beauty. I love this table and mirror b/c it was in my house growing up and somehow I ended up with it and I love it!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">kitchen</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcaR0UWBBn1OdmDRGXf70J4fbd5vBzrEMFtacwIJT3bAYhP3lPm3VBXGIRrkAQy2TY-MjssZ4Xa5-emV4_WwVrgJcAwJPJ2D7pgue3bACbbAqj_UXjv-AkCbjSwz6HgDDZDOT5VqPUToi/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcaR0UWBBn1OdmDRGXf70J4fbd5vBzrEMFtacwIJT3bAYhP3lPm3VBXGIRrkAQy2TY-MjssZ4Xa5-emV4_WwVrgJcAwJPJ2D7pgue3bACbbAqj_UXjv-AkCbjSwz6HgDDZDOT5VqPUToi/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276886408451730" border="0" /></a><br />I really want a red garbage can..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDeOv33xTyIQRenG2AoLyyriKNwV77_iQdrBQzOEjZrVla4sHALclF0PBqmLS2o-SdGkfzUlSkO8t_UkNuMj3a9I-nJs6LCVORizsdYhYqFejY7zHW-ufPSXQG-qWM-Lo5K-nrLKo7X5T/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDeOv33xTyIQRenG2AoLyyriKNwV77_iQdrBQzOEjZrVla4sHALclF0PBqmLS2o-SdGkfzUlSkO8t_UkNuMj3a9I-nJs6LCVORizsdYhYqFejY7zHW-ufPSXQG-qWM-Lo5K-nrLKo7X5T/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276886380266514" border="0" /></a><br />can you spot the compromise? I am such a good wife.<br />(antlers)<br /><br />Actually, I couldn't say no because he was so excited and thought it was such good "Montana decorating." It may be "Montana decorating," but not quite "Mandi decorating."<br />Oh well, what can I say,<span style="font-size:180%;"> I love him!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZLhQHfMMj5ALLXesLSw2FzAYzCUJusQ-lQBVRbQYXsYbqoKQVXZmgG_minKXeIL8gAD6GDwnS5F9XwyapVMuPB76wnxpiYc-l9Op4TSYPrZ4_buW_boGrl1e1jtMpGRuqrI12KMy2eCb/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZLhQHfMMj5ALLXesLSw2FzAYzCUJusQ-lQBVRbQYXsYbqoKQVXZmgG_minKXeIL8gAD6GDwnS5F9XwyapVMuPB76wnxpiYc-l9Op4TSYPrZ4_buW_boGrl1e1jtMpGRuqrI12KMy2eCb/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276905685208866" border="0" /></a><br />I missed my table too. I asked JoDee what to do with these windows and she suggested wreaths. She's so clever - I didn't quite see the vision until I saw this on Pinterest:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTpDhOIYxxhkvfGRwewzuiy7zuUpgTza2y7yOllkMOX2tVVl79F8HmcqgdHuhAiQoKGebTlEKgvI17iSmKANJ9tGoTfknC57RYmgB5GS6bEq9wUaLcmb_6p_DlLt-kehv4vwVfoS39_vY/s1600/dining-room-mollica-1209-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTpDhOIYxxhkvfGRwewzuiy7zuUpgTza2y7yOllkMOX2tVVl79F8HmcqgdHuhAiQoKGebTlEKgvI17iSmKANJ9tGoTfknC57RYmgB5GS6bEq9wUaLcmb_6p_DlLt-kehv4vwVfoS39_vY/s400/dining-room-mollica-1209-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667502349957088338" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I see how that would be cute with two wreaths to add red accent. I'll update you on that project if I ever get to it. Relief Society, friends, and kids are keeping me pretty busy. For the first time in my life, I'm really having a hard time keeping up on cleaning - and that's absolutely crazy for ME! I've gotta get organized in that part of my life.<br /><br />Now, wanna go upstairs?<br /><br />At the entryway are our stairs. Head up and you see this:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomGY8CJ34TEafIVIG9NokKBPNg_8lQL-cZKTBZQotqMrs4S4Ml38Xtocp72IQpF2I_bgz2QPtjx02kjj05VzNA973begntLT68xarHHL0wghyRD8QrBPiUANphF61LCzlHbMFq-a5QUHQ/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomGY8CJ34TEafIVIG9NokKBPNg_8lQL-cZKTBZQotqMrs4S4Ml38Xtocp72IQpF2I_bgz2QPtjx02kjj05VzNA973begntLT68xarHHL0wghyRD8QrBPiUANphF61LCzlHbMFq-a5QUHQ/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276213778959698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">More bookcases and the laundry closet with my Chile sign hanging to remind of how hard laundry was to do in Chile (by hand) and that I'm grateful for my machines that do all the work and that starting the machines and folding/putting away really aren't that bad. Can't say I feel grateful everytime, but that's the goal with hanging it there - oh how quickly we forget!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUjhyphenhyphenKE1RHtj0zHdpNI2Zn7jvAgXgDqq0GUcnRhicCnnfcx1M7moMx7bWHrrymEcaMe6SRZvyr5SXBUR-WpKwjUmj0istyxXG_Z8BXjfa7rAxIxS6GY33b4y8kXdPc3r0D4ROJHiU2m2i/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUjhyphenhyphenKE1RHtj0zHdpNI2Zn7jvAgXgDqq0GUcnRhicCnnfcx1M7moMx7bWHrrymEcaMe6SRZvyr5SXBUR-WpKwjUmj0istyxXG_Z8BXjfa7rAxIxS6GY33b4y8kXdPc3r0D4ROJHiU2m2i/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276192712962306" border="0" /></a><br />Our bedroom -- always the last thing to be decorated and organized. We do like our new bed though.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33BfUyyddVZjVY3DSuPwcdA_F_tTgSZ5q4EXGrh-HYj6hnBHVFftG1vUENa2OjkvSE6gNzBZTheJlZJ5GLLUAGywBR1hAvcVljtnWazUnFv7Jnd9QDhb5vR9pIm4ofAV_BY3eBKfcrqdv/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33BfUyyddVZjVY3DSuPwcdA_F_tTgSZ5q4EXGrh-HYj6hnBHVFftG1vUENa2OjkvSE6gNzBZTheJlZJ5GLLUAGywBR1hAvcVljtnWazUnFv7Jnd9QDhb5vR9pIm4ofAV_BY3eBKfcrqdv/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276209689821170" border="0" /></a><br />Upstairs landing. London & Reagan's room on the left and Savy's room on the right. Then they have a large, nice bathroom. I am on the lookout for some kind of chest or dresser for up here to keep linens and towels. I'll be scouring Craigslist, garage sales and thrift stores because Pinterest has somehow made me think that I can remake anything to be cute. Any ideas? I have no linen closets at all so I really need something here.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5F12ORNHocftkXGj441-VC-V8voGQoRiBZ8f24MNFfdVWF6gT6dOXYqYl3XBBu_3WDanQ2_kB6HZZX90Mei5JBN7bmDD7O5e6pIyvsU-vjtpD9gvLlhT9phyf3ySn_gcbFIJF98J3APaU/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5F12ORNHocftkXGj441-VC-V8voGQoRiBZ8f24MNFfdVWF6gT6dOXYqYl3XBBu_3WDanQ2_kB6HZZX90Mei5JBN7bmDD7O5e6pIyvsU-vjtpD9gvLlhT9phyf3ySn_gcbFIJF98J3APaU/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667276201525157458" border="0" /></a><br />London and Reagan's room. My sister-in-law let us borrow that crazy Sesame Street thing. It keeps crazy Reagan in the bed so it stays. She sleeps really well in there which surprised us since she's pretty much slept in our bedroom or bed since she was a baby. Such a big girl....makes me sad...<br /><br />Savannah's bedroom set has yet to be painted due to our sudden state of joblessness after we moved up here. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;">we are so grateful</span>, though, that the Lord has been looking out for us and we were able to have work while Nate was looking and I was able to babysit Ethan and Morgan and that Nate found a "real" job so quickly (which he's in Texas training for this week). We really feel like Montana is the right place for our family and the Lord made it possible to for us to get here and has looked out for us ever since.<br /><br />Thanks for visiting! We hope you liked our house as much as we do!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjmrZzhdeu4bXynk4Cc6A67pMt0yOAEV-9gRmT4OwVJMOei9Rr5vGWFF8QjnvmuXrF8i_5k3Np4qc7JXuRUBWDuf-EPZXcmHGlmDWkSjQD65FhgtXhLtRsGJ6BkujeBbb_z0gZccYzaoN/s1600/012.JPG"><br /></a>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-84261941403434723872011-10-24T21:10:00.000-07:002011-10-24T21:56:07.198-07:00Keepin' BusyI told Amy today that I would (finally) post again. Pictures of the house. So I faithfully got on the computer tonight and uploaded my pictures only to discover that when I took pictures when we first moved in I didn't have any of the main room. So I'll snap some tomorrow and post - and you'll all be lucky enough to see my awesome Halloween decorating skills (ha!ha!).<br /><br />We have just been busy with life -- soccer, babysitting, callings, funerals, weddings, and fun things like JoDee visiting and the fall festival in Belgrade (not to be missed).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtxJLneP4fy6AMBlzQXKz8YsBA53X-slilI5ZVQbXCivlVTVxXTZSXRgHUxWqFQo9Jh0DdNKulmY5waiHyS9wxaJgIQb3QUOu2kMOLFKIYNetZFW6wgk8hzUJrJmpPuTJsOb6t4UoeJdp/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtxJLneP4fy6AMBlzQXKz8YsBA53X-slilI5ZVQbXCivlVTVxXTZSXRgHUxWqFQo9Jh0DdNKulmY5waiHyS9wxaJgIQb3QUOu2kMOLFKIYNetZFW6wgk8hzUJrJmpPuTJsOb6t4UoeJdp/s400/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278064934876882" border="0" /></a>London loves her soccer team. "Blue Lightning" lights it up every Saturday. I am grateful this weekend is her last game because (a) I am starting to get cold at practices and games and (b) I'm tired of lugging 5 children to soccer practice twice a week -- a baby, 2 toddlers, Savy and London.<br /><br />Let me introduce you to my new children, Morgan and Ethan. Well,they are mine Mon-Thursday from 8-5 at least.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLdbo6LUA6x3l8CSLQjejX7FG7tl03-JqTDMsPC8HH-u8OPv2RvApaRHg8FmBUWEMeTYVan9XEsCaENXUPTt-OiA_NcjJ6X0k9Oomon8zjrx_A8MWFDZ87uW3E8iR5y8SFq6QXqjksECiJ/s1600/169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLdbo6LUA6x3l8CSLQjejX7FG7tl03-JqTDMsPC8HH-u8OPv2RvApaRHg8FmBUWEMeTYVan9XEsCaENXUPTt-OiA_NcjJ6X0k9Oomon8zjrx_A8MWFDZ87uW3E8iR5y8SFq6QXqjksECiJ/s400/169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667279369562543842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVCUDXYlTeJ3eoSyJYhFDIHcg6PtHl6XoqL9K1KdSBmMfdZX3SLMlveoIqx6mb9KAoBKehTU00ulKcy5ZmGIwT6oFu_RtIDrECCovD2oK84ZF1v3zGMTMWr8LV6aX58EVzCuKqWv23HZ5/s1600/100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVCUDXYlTeJ3eoSyJYhFDIHcg6PtHl6XoqL9K1KdSBmMfdZX3SLMlveoIqx6mb9KAoBKehTU00ulKcy5ZmGIwT6oFu_RtIDrECCovD2oK84ZF1v3zGMTMWr8LV6aX58EVzCuKqWv23HZ5/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667279379133822850" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOZXaJX94MANdCOFDYOCnbO2TQh-rWtBH4sT9bm-9E2rO7V2p1YOXbA851dKMRR7swfF8DTXjWcnMgdc-FLnMBDuAvyviDghM1yvu90gd_rqOjDUvNozpvHs6HNy8GWXKAiOTVt5zdMaO/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOZXaJX94MANdCOFDYOCnbO2TQh-rWtBH4sT9bm-9E2rO7V2p1YOXbA851dKMRR7swfF8DTXjWcnMgdc-FLnMBDuAvyviDghM1yvu90gd_rqOjDUvNozpvHs6HNy8GWXKAiOTVt5zdMaO/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278070558302706" border="0" /></a>These two toddlers keep me busy all day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ux12P3iy7jCOZisAsa_eyBVS5iY3RMKk6YW6M9mztVPsx3if3LYgb5S9BC2Gie2V3g9B9on6Pk9DOsQ5F41kzS6C6nPDZiU8HXxbwH6PYjUdDI_BLVHUlE0Sji3Ge98YPF29VGlVeRZ-/s1600/182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ux12P3iy7jCOZisAsa_eyBVS5iY3RMKk6YW6M9mztVPsx3if3LYgb5S9BC2Gie2V3g9B9on6Pk9DOsQ5F41kzS6C6nPDZiU8HXxbwH6PYjUdDI_BLVHUlE0Sji3Ge98YPF29VGlVeRZ-/s400/182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278067809128834" border="0" /></a>London adores Morgan and always spends time with her after school which really helps me out. She can't wait to be a mom. Reagan has begged and begged me to have another baby. I just tell her to talk to daddy about it.<br /><br />A few weeks ago, we went to the Fall Festival. Nate was gone and so I went with the girlies alone, but luckily met up with a friend from church and we hung out all day together. I was amused as she complained about the heat because it must have been in the 70's, maybe low 80's that day. I thought it was perfect!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr93h7EaDZF6FWq-Z-6jC4S4VewUfMEbBpMJzOxFBalLgM9UVyPXMX0dhfRkZmrDJObR4MUbNJfi1PaprbCK27bcfSAy3BYVi6T4InSS5YhUUZZCq24l2ff-wr6JgYkm70N39RS9Pl-D4/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr93h7EaDZF6FWq-Z-6jC4S4VewUfMEbBpMJzOxFBalLgM9UVyPXMX0dhfRkZmrDJObR4MUbNJfi1PaprbCK27bcfSAy3BYVi6T4InSS5YhUUZZCq24l2ff-wr6JgYkm70N39RS9Pl-D4/s400/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278088903780962" border="0" /></a>Me and Tracey, with her daughter, Eliza.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplkB88gPMUZ7cge_kuxXrY_sCPNmrfCzN7D-rgnLZF9lGecgLWs5fdPSdEBer4W2qCFlqk1S0t_66HAiIf3vecACSbDqoNK4hu-wy4NIaNL7YnruoefxZddUHSIMgxryeifih-aBKFu3g/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplkB88gPMUZ7cge_kuxXrY_sCPNmrfCzN7D-rgnLZF9lGecgLWs5fdPSdEBer4W2qCFlqk1S0t_66HAiIf3vecACSbDqoNK4hu-wy4NIaNL7YnruoefxZddUHSIMgxryeifih-aBKFu3g/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667281680043517954" border="0" /></a>Waiting for the parade to start (which, by the way, made the Cedar parades seem super awesome and dare I say, professional? Yeah, it was that bad. Nothing compares to Cedar), Reagan wanted to show her favorite place in Belgrade (besides the old run-down church she thinks is a castle) -- the doughnut shop! I like it because (a) it's a log cabin (b) not open on Sundays and (c) I went there once and didn't have cash, not knowing they didn't take debit and the guy just said I could come back later and pay him -- only in a small town! I happened to have my checkbook so it worked out, but still, such a cute old man!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGxDLx5xbnenwblLK5ztTZ47d2HiZq5BEIDbp9Pv4_suqzCm3hd3-2nMQoWRQcBrhulHJmK1ttT6qAUVytuKEfTZe6DotjfQBb7Q7J4HYV5GmNr8neTMIVikhjHZDZSNkqZSwxzq24gRx/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGxDLx5xbnenwblLK5ztTZ47d2HiZq5BEIDbp9Pv4_suqzCm3hd3-2nMQoWRQcBrhulHJmK1ttT6qAUVytuKEfTZe6DotjfQBb7Q7J4HYV5GmNr8neTMIVikhjHZDZSNkqZSwxzq24gRx/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278823072620466" border="0" /></a>I just think Reags looks old here -- of course she pulled her pony out so she's wild woman as usual -- I can't keep clothes or ponies on this girl! I don't know what she'll do when it's freezing outside!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwh3gFguTflm2PBeqNO8a_r6XekN1B3lBlymLxMugtAMKpg3RxRVZ1LefTM_DofJR5uLcxrv_doWkr9CLVQDt6RbtPr6rIoEBbeGXNTVnYPF4NHPmagDNONP4LsQCkKWeXFlfTTQwzX-0/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwh3gFguTflm2PBeqNO8a_r6XekN1B3lBlymLxMugtAMKpg3RxRVZ1LefTM_DofJR5uLcxrv_doWkr9CLVQDt6RbtPr6rIoEBbeGXNTVnYPF4NHPmagDNONP4LsQCkKWeXFlfTTQwzX-0/s400/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278817716019842" border="0" /></a>She so wanted to pose next to this Halloween-decorated poodle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F1oUeJqWuRPI6ufIeH4yQV50Mbzvjx1E4T8H3e1t_BY2BwrPswpjTNoEphf_IOBJC1edU5Rab-NTSO-2A5NEVQ_AYMvIUMKRToHnDml_OO9Fd_6LjFEvAUzLG1fK2M7m8mbG2TUlrF4h/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F1oUeJqWuRPI6ufIeH4yQV50Mbzvjx1E4T8H3e1t_BY2BwrPswpjTNoEphf_IOBJC1edU5Rab-NTSO-2A5NEVQ_AYMvIUMKRToHnDml_OO9Fd_6LjFEvAUzLG1fK2M7m8mbG2TUlrF4h/s400/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278791857771506" border="0" /></a>Everyone in Montana has a dog (except us!). Savannah loved this one that was as big as her!<br /><br />So each of the girls got to choose one thing they wanted. The two things chosen were:<br /><br />1. Bungee jumping/flipping on trampolines<br />2. Getting a feather in your hair<br /><br />Gosh, can you guess who chose what? Not hard if you know my girls. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfNgEF4ipOlC_NM0V-hIbF4EeemKA8U3NI3tWa0I5E2GViKcPh6p1-bOEo2OGhBucW114-FSbAXxhMm7S8d8QUl_A-iAR_oMgaGb7W_SIk_MN1lFeW7QMSj1h9brIHgbSSWTCaSlldqcf/s1600/048.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeZNNhJaxqK_v8qJzFfTEfP7hQlldqvaEzZO2NlP9u3oUUdbWt5j7w_rTepmvW5bphHj3O-xCpsps7T7dEotSa03HKbQHDo2c3I1_Uc98DLlkY38u81hBt1KYB4JzzsCCTdwdbcrsXcCi/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeZNNhJaxqK_v8qJzFfTEfP7hQlldqvaEzZO2NlP9u3oUUdbWt5j7w_rTepmvW5bphHj3O-xCpsps7T7dEotSa03HKbQHDo2c3I1_Uc98DLlkY38u81hBt1KYB4JzzsCCTdwdbcrsXcCi/s400/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278838555461394" border="0" /></a>London literally waited in this line for about an hour and a half. She was hilarious trying to flip. I'll see if I can upload a video.<br /><br />Savannah chose the feather in her hair, which, incidentally, is <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> in there and doesn't want to come out despite the fact that the lady said it would last two weeks. Will it ever fall out???<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16aRZEj6zNV8fUKWzt3CKl0j4TdP9l90A-uKTJQkzQD0SuAbWsjfQQC7B0dVM90oY62LKbA8cotWbMx3j0Wsjx02dvkF1TE7fRtpZPb78g9blaBDSBptD-_2S1wJV33ZTon4cnCavTLyJ/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16aRZEj6zNV8fUKWzt3CKl0j4TdP9l90A-uKTJQkzQD0SuAbWsjfQQC7B0dVM90oY62LKbA8cotWbMx3j0Wsjx02dvkF1TE7fRtpZPb78g9blaBDSBptD-_2S1wJV33ZTon4cnCavTLyJ/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667278085083793170" border="0" /></a>Oh, this was the tasty meat cooking outside the firehouse where we had lunch. The meat was so darn tasty!<br /><br />I have to edit my pictures from JoDee's visit so I'll work on that tomorrow too and bring those and house pictures. and.....possibly pics of my first snow in Montana - if it gets cold enough tonight, our rain may just turn to snow. We'll see. Poor Nate will miss our first snow as he's in hot, humid Dallas, TX this week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOZXaJX94MANdCOFDYOCnbO2TQh-rWtBH4sT9bm-9E2rO7V2p1YOXbA851dKMRR7swfF8DTXjWcnMgdc-FLnMBDuAvyviDghM1yvu90gd_rqOjDUvNozpvHs6HNy8GWXKAiOTVt5zdMaO/s1600/030.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ux12P3iy7jCOZisAsa_eyBVS5iY3RMKk6YW6M9mztVPsx3if3LYgb5S9BC2Gie2V3g9B9on6Pk9DOsQ5F41kzS6C6nPDZiU8HXxbwH6PYjUdDI_BLVHUlE0Sji3Ge98YPF29VGlVeRZ-/s1600/182.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtxJLneP4fy6AMBlzQXKz8YsBA53X-slilI5ZVQbXCivlVTVxXTZSXRgHUxWqFQo9Jh0DdNKulmY5waiHyS9wxaJgIQb3QUOu2kMOLFKIYNetZFW6wgk8hzUJrJmpPuTJsOb6t4UoeJdp/s1600/052.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr93h7EaDZF6FWq-Z-6jC4S4VewUfMEbBpMJzOxFBalLgM9UVyPXMX0dhfRkZmrDJObR4MUbNJfi1PaprbCK27bcfSAy3BYVi6T4InSS5YhUUZZCq24l2ff-wr6JgYkm70N39RS9Pl-D4/s1600/045.JPG"><br /></a>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-9940106504100376992011-09-06T09:52:00.000-07:002011-09-06T10:24:25.864-07:00Hiyalite Canyon for Labor Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosa7h2ltdfcx5MUz6l3wIjRc7QKZ4TgxwTYn03W7EcwJC6258H-OXfr25VDCpnfoGavuekFy6IkFj8pGwx9smRGDa35VuCLg2TY22EIWmgeyTsgq6tziQrnXBQ9llySElnW-gZoiFfn6y/s1600/024_crop.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQp70IkqPHFcx-7hhLl_BfMWk7eH61t8Q_JYoqetBrDEUkNTJ6uuzGPEMwQZISb0BSOjCr-G9JB80cYj1bJci_d3gHwxzV7PLqXcCqZk2Y4rLOiELU-p9FAySe5tw3tyly4MQ7KDieC5Vx/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQp70IkqPHFcx-7hhLl_BfMWk7eH61t8Q_JYoqetBrDEUkNTJ6uuzGPEMwQZISb0BSOjCr-G9JB80cYj1bJci_d3gHwxzV7PLqXcCqZk2Y4rLOiELU-p9FAySe5tw3tyly4MQ7KDieC5Vx/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291796162777346" border="0" /></a>Yesterday we decided to get out and see some of our beautiful surroundings that are so close. So we headed to Hiyalite Canyon and within about 30 minutes we were here and it was gorgeous! We actually drove up to this beautiful reservoir but it was warmer up there and very crowded so we headed down where it was a little cooler and not as populated. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6jpepMM9gBzkxjDyCGwEftlKpbJ_PM5ToJv7YsUdsdKYPakit4ZZaAJPkvExbA248HKLn_eDTQ54DCisFodW33HdMt1k90qjPj8p-jm93o5o-m0ITos1ZtsThPfwwhEy68WU90BMNOGi/s1600/036.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNg4DS-vqPoyKLI66qaOIoB64UAI8mQA3hqylB6ekGvqBTZuRD2UQB-0sVrIk0pWkKn0UrNtMqE6L_dQYo6eyxnInzaldA6k5dOkEtXE9kDvxi39Dy0S0fyYm2g0X2buvlrhy4eDEh9y8/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNg4DS-vqPoyKLI66qaOIoB64UAI8mQA3hqylB6ekGvqBTZuRD2UQB-0sVrIk0pWkKn0UrNtMqE6L_dQYo6eyxnInzaldA6k5dOkEtXE9kDvxi39Dy0S0fyYm2g0X2buvlrhy4eDEh9y8/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291811470021826" border="0" /></a>I am definitely the wimp of the family when it comes to weather. I even put on a coat after this and the girls were calling me crazy. I wasn't cold, I just like to be comfortable... The coat did come off as did the long-sleeve shirt eventually when the sun came out. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tSqUt6dm0S8YrN-xjjNy7OB3n4ac4anqpjHYgfoIbmLB0-Xf1aZJiKHZeGDP1cknqZVjHP86hg42q0iK3uzI80apXwmda2J_sgrYUMdWfpOsY_9hOUa9y9VnVM4H4Ok0jtId58Joztw8/s1600/027.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4brvVywxzyY89AXxxurwbguOppEsAbSu51aYIKMZx_cCjr5ZKG80J2wzF_alCz9PAWW5geR5nlgIizmQ-SyknGEfTTAc0ekTQ2rBiuf4rJCAyxb_WCY3N3VG0ql1artdlqaI-RibKxLY3/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4brvVywxzyY89AXxxurwbguOppEsAbSu51aYIKMZx_cCjr5ZKG80J2wzF_alCz9PAWW5geR5nlgIizmQ-SyknGEfTTAc0ekTQ2rBiuf4rJCAyxb_WCY3N3VG0ql1artdlqaI-RibKxLY3/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291820524474994" border="0" /></a>The girls had gotten up early and made lunches for each of us. We all had our own decorated lunch bag and while the girls got pickles in theirs, Nate and I both got apples along with our sandwiches and granola bars. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pPr1P3rvIo3OXcKcGUn9GlMJsew-O2sIbXq4STL7xS6Hjwk5AcWAH2wVKOtRguJvH60kRDXcFvuPGERnNOkAoNojOVRmeYDEd8HEsbghyphenhyphenDXHnOudbylwiSHzLdrOSUeLqbO0Re8f7S9v/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pPr1P3rvIo3OXcKcGUn9GlMJsew-O2sIbXq4STL7xS6Hjwk5AcWAH2wVKOtRguJvH60kRDXcFvuPGERnNOkAoNojOVRmeYDEd8HEsbghyphenhyphenDXHnOudbylwiSHzLdrOSUeLqbO0Re8f7S9v/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291813185183058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNg4DS-vqPoyKLI66qaOIoB64UAI8mQA3hqylB6ekGvqBTZuRD2UQB-0sVrIk0pWkKn0UrNtMqE6L_dQYo6eyxnInzaldA6k5dOkEtXE9kDvxi39Dy0S0fyYm2g0X2buvlrhy4eDEh9y8/s1600/013.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PTFj50iUyfI0sZal5BN2UfGB48ksb29UTOlOROHiE5htiq6VD1qq8cEtmALNHESdRO84T-xE9Ci2Z6Nx6xJ_rz0GU3491lN8mDcRjDx8zwzzTgpmFiVPlvOG9AM0FqoE-A4NCMcFXv__/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PTFj50iUyfI0sZal5BN2UfGB48ksb29UTOlOROHiE5htiq6VD1qq8cEtmALNHESdRO84T-xE9Ci2Z6Nx6xJ_rz0GU3491lN8mDcRjDx8zwzzTgpmFiVPlvOG9AM0FqoE-A4NCMcFXv__/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649293638935014386" border="0" /></a>Then it was time to play in the creek and boy did these girls have fun while Nate and I sat back on our camp chairs and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, weather, and the happy squeals of our three little girls. It was a great day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tSqUt6dm0S8YrN-xjjNy7OB3n4ac4anqpjHYgfoIbmLB0-Xf1aZJiKHZeGDP1cknqZVjHP86hg42q0iK3uzI80apXwmda2J_sgrYUMdWfpOsY_9hOUa9y9VnVM4H4Ok0jtId58Joztw8/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tSqUt6dm0S8YrN-xjjNy7OB3n4ac4anqpjHYgfoIbmLB0-Xf1aZJiKHZeGDP1cknqZVjHP86hg42q0iK3uzI80apXwmda2J_sgrYUMdWfpOsY_9hOUa9y9VnVM4H4Ok0jtId58Joztw8/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649293667072868242" border="0" /></a>Pookie loved splashing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosa7h2ltdfcx5MUz6l3wIjRc7QKZ4TgxwTYn03W7EcwJC6258H-OXfr25VDCpnfoGavuekFy6IkFj8pGwx9smRGDa35VuCLg2TY22EIWmgeyTsgq6tziQrnXBQ9llySElnW-gZoiFfn6y/s1600/024_crop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosa7h2ltdfcx5MUz6l3wIjRc7QKZ4TgxwTYn03W7EcwJC6258H-OXfr25VDCpnfoGavuekFy6IkFj8pGwx9smRGDa35VuCLg2TY22EIWmgeyTsgq6tziQrnXBQ9llySElnW-gZoiFfn6y/s400/024_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649293657122711618" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6jpepMM9gBzkxjDyCGwEftlKpbJ_PM5ToJv7YsUdsdKYPakit4ZZaAJPkvExbA248HKLn_eDTQ54DCisFodW33HdMt1k90qjPj8p-jm93o5o-m0ITos1ZtsThPfwwhEy68WU90BMNOGi/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6jpepMM9gBzkxjDyCGwEftlKpbJ_PM5ToJv7YsUdsdKYPakit4ZZaAJPkvExbA248HKLn_eDTQ54DCisFodW33HdMt1k90qjPj8p-jm93o5o-m0ITos1ZtsThPfwwhEy68WU90BMNOGi/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649293652847976770" border="0" /></a><br />This is one daddy's girl if I ever saw one. She is constantly asking where he is and I know it's going to be hard for her when he goes to the academy next week and will only be home on the weekends. We were spoiled when we moved up here and had him to ourselves for three whole weeks. But now it's down to business and he had his last week was his first week full of fun. It started with two grueling days at the shooting range - yes, grueling - holding up a pistol and shooting literally ALL day can make someone's arm mighty tired. Not to mention, you have to be accurate in various situations and stances they put you through.<br /><br />Then on Thursday he got tasered - not something he ever wants to do again. I thought taser guns just shocked you, but there are actually needles that go into your skin with a barb at the end and then you can shock them from there. Two of them went into his back and he said it felt like he was dying (mind you, he's never had a baby naturally). He and another guy did it in front of a group of firefighters who watched as part of their training and were there to catch them when they fell. I suppose now he'll be responsible with his taser gun now that he knows what it does. I wasn't too happy about the holes in his shirt and blood on his undershirt (you know). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQp70IkqPHFcx-7hhLl_BfMWk7eH61t8Q_JYoqetBrDEUkNTJ6uuzGPEMwQZISb0BSOjCr-G9JB80cYj1bJci_d3gHwxzV7PLqXcCqZk2Y4rLOiELU-p9FAySe5tw3tyly4MQ7KDieC5Vx/s1600/009.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJhfstd1BqxW9pI2moLvAo3xsILTWgzJhe0_AE7N8ed82g5oT9oc3-x8MWMO_-v8Ga39MNKneVdaT5rrBRJ_Aov8i6in4WUhdXIpWLxuhQY3LluSySpC1WFcyjQlIOQWi_n2M5RKAfAq4/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJhfstd1BqxW9pI2moLvAo3xsILTWgzJhe0_AE7N8ed82g5oT9oc3-x8MWMO_-v8Ga39MNKneVdaT5rrBRJ_Aov8i6in4WUhdXIpWLxuhQY3LluSySpC1WFcyjQlIOQWi_n2M5RKAfAq4/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291824706867794" border="0" /></a>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-90575499889847092011-09-01T08:21:00.000-07:002011-09-01T08:42:55.022-07:00Back to School!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5F-_JhyrQo03-Jz8VaZPY5Vewz_zjBri-Ozb5k6-Pr3fdzmWWIIKUUL2RU-_K0zO_ddmd0BLThIv8yWJ4aN-NTG1VCMJSGSnZUxFD5JkEpK53veojZ6qLYSW3P-M93z_6sfIkrdNhf_xC/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5F-_JhyrQo03-Jz8VaZPY5Vewz_zjBri-Ozb5k6-Pr3fdzmWWIIKUUL2RU-_K0zO_ddmd0BLThIv8yWJ4aN-NTG1VCMJSGSnZUxFD5JkEpK53veojZ6qLYSW3P-M93z_6sfIkrdNhf_xC/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412565478459090" border="0" /></a>Last week the girls started school. Savannah 3rd grade and London 2nd grade.
<br />They were excited to get back to school and meet new friends.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">London was sure that everyone would know how much she liked monkeys due to her monkey shirt and space-monkey backpack (plus she wore another monkey shirt the next day just to make sure). Savannah was thrilled to have a purse-bag instead of a backpack.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UchE5DqQFjT_W-bqpHJu8uLCRupgR3TAkJecEEZuiu_vx_dEcnprO7PUElMBaO5rtqxMfh2ZfjtWKRIwSJ03BLV41iwIqDviGfaz44jEGtudY4H62nJAUSOuuhaBPhzRLo4-CJge5hqR/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UchE5DqQFjT_W-bqpHJu8uLCRupgR3TAkJecEEZuiu_vx_dEcnprO7PUElMBaO5rtqxMfh2ZfjtWKRIwSJ03BLV41iwIqDviGfaz44jEGtudY4H62nJAUSOuuhaBPhzRLo4-CJge5hqR/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412570502631346" border="0" /></a>This is the oldest part of their school and other buildings have been built-on over the years. I love it! It's hard to see, but there's a school bell on the top and that's what rings! So classic and historical -- in fact, Nate and I were at the bank and saw an old picture of our town in 1908 and there, amongst the farms and Main Street, was this building, standing tall. Very cool. The girls were also thrilled to have their own lockers although I'm not so sure they'll think it's a good trade-off when they realize they're for snow pants & boots when it's FREEZING. I'm interested to see how the whole weather thing goes with them.
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPwfkpv42BlvK6v_6KKNwvrhdqzdi2sxhCvNqiKM1InOP_u8QkMelZ3JQzqyp5FeYW0Vsdv15CnkAcZ3Xe5dDt4J51yL0pHgC0bfu_4Nb0OpPpSSeMC_gxXInuzNfUogohXhhAnqIGxrh/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPwfkpv42BlvK6v_6KKNwvrhdqzdi2sxhCvNqiKM1InOP_u8QkMelZ3JQzqyp5FeYW0Vsdv15CnkAcZ3Xe5dDt4J51yL0pHgC0bfu_4Nb0OpPpSSeMC_gxXInuzNfUogohXhhAnqIGxrh/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412705387858946" border="0" /></a>Savy's teacher - I think she'll be great for Savannah because she seems more old-school (no groupings of desks - yeah!). Savannah seems to really like her so far.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IsYG4TYnE8fHOKdKxE6BYr_qaCUlt_48YvDf6AWVIwX2Vjf-1HmTpjGxHZBTKbfhZ8nyndd7xHlW9UJRi0ThoFqNR0lmj3B01M0n-D_1bg1X91tEPUGcqWFCPp9dTmcxaJxv9o0s6aj/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IsYG4TYnE8fHOKdKxE6BYr_qaCUlt_48YvDf6AWVIwX2Vjf-1HmTpjGxHZBTKbfhZ8nyndd7xHlW9UJRi0ThoFqNR0lmj3B01M0n-D_1bg1X91tEPUGcqWFCPp9dTmcxaJxv9o0s6aj/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412702512214930" border="0" /></a>London's teacher is the one with blonde hair and the light blue sweater. She is the sweetest lady from Kansas and the best word to describe her is "cozy." I think London will love her.
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<br />London was afraid to go down it because she thought it'd burn her, but I assured her it wasn't that hot in Montana at 8:15 in the morning. I laughed but it did bring back childhood memories of me burning my little bum on a slide like this and literally having to stay at home because the peeling was so bad I could even wear undies! Oh the memories. And who could forget my lovely brother, Tyler, telling the whole school that it was me who burned my bum after the principal made a warning over the announcements about the slide being hot.
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<br />Anyway, Reagan and I have been busy still getting the finishing touches on the house and garage done. She and I both have missed the girls a ton! She's lonely and I miss my little babysitters. I swear, you don't see her for two minutes and she comes back like this. . . notice anything different? (not her band-aid from the ER trip)
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5daiisnPci6KpP5GytByTNndTcoid2BcMknMS7YM6oTdk61pRsDGAffxTMaJ5ktIt-b7kYMLRlT0TN33uT2aJwkQw1IbrdBqyZ-gx_LXC2n-REpLL0EbILHOO_zprTcPX8IxPS0HClK8/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5daiisnPci6KpP5GytByTNndTcoid2BcMknMS7YM6oTdk61pRsDGAffxTMaJ5ktIt-b7kYMLRlT0TN33uT2aJwkQw1IbrdBqyZ-gx_LXC2n-REpLL0EbILHOO_zprTcPX8IxPS0HClK8/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412554319249922" border="0" /></a>Let me give you a hint:
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">She wanted to be like London who just got her hair cut for school. It looked really bad that day, but once it was washed, it curled right back up again and just looks like a cute ringlet bang.
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<br />She's the first child of mine to do that, the first to go to the ER --- I wonder how many other parenting firsts she has up her sleeve for us....
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<br />Tomorrow I hope to have pictures of the house because I know everyone's dying but my room is still a mess so we'll see what I get done today.
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<br />Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-19392511576163776222011-08-29T09:45:00.000-07:002011-08-29T10:21:07.377-07:00Montana!!!! Lewis & Clark Caverns<div style="text-align: center;">We are finally (after 2 years of waiting on various options) in Montana!
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVK1pE05W41WrThi4TVjdRzKWed11_AUSPzREA4O1-TqZWQpr6IQTTNsC00328fDD6SMU6HsSINvBbj41gF_6J3tibQyK-lmwScoNla_GQH7sR-Q-fXFNhs6uIQlcCXseT5amEYzVp2Fa/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVK1pE05W41WrThi4TVjdRzKWed11_AUSPzREA4O1-TqZWQpr6IQTTNsC00328fDD6SMU6HsSINvBbj41gF_6J3tibQyK-lmwScoNla_GQH7sR-Q-fXFNhs6uIQlcCXseT5amEYzVp2Fa/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646323251228756034" border="0" /></a>This is one of the first days we arrived with some excited but worn out girlies!
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<br />Nate started his first day of work today. He's excited because instead of sitting at a desk he'll be at the shooting range and being tasered. Well, he's not so excited about that last one. I suppose they figure you'll be more careful with a taser gun if you know what it really feels like...
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<br />The girls started school last Wednesday and are loving it. Tomorrow I'll post about their first day and then I'll work on getting pictures of our house. There was so much stuff (junk) to go through that's been in storage for two years. We had a huge garage sale the second weekend we were here and did pretty well. The leftovers went to the Salvation Army. We still have organizing to go through in the garage, but I figure it'll get done eventually and I just need my house in order.
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<br />Last Tuesday - the last day of summer for the girls - we decided to do something fun so we went to the <a href="http://fwp.mt.gov/parks/visit/lewisAndClarkCaverns/">Lewis & Clark State Park Caverns</a>. They were awesome!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">We took our nephew, Ethan, and if you didn't know better, you'd probably assume he was our fourth child since he and Savy look a lot alike.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bnQ65V7HQ8jNYi8saNK3sfGYVwUDs5KcuucQWUF6qK3GTsO-G9a-1Lw5ZVjbDYICyBhKCI1uDX9s934wqkTaDCWWfhcXMt-qxxr-Pr1YS6WXyDgbLPbseS7tubw4_MvPdQa_W_fBqKxB/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bnQ65V7HQ8jNYi8saNK3sfGYVwUDs5KcuucQWUF6qK3GTsO-G9a-1Lw5ZVjbDYICyBhKCI1uDX9s934wqkTaDCWWfhcXMt-qxxr-Pr1YS6WXyDgbLPbseS7tubw4_MvPdQa_W_fBqKxB/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646327996057444706" border="0" /></a>The entrance to the cave after our hike.
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<br />This is my favorite picture. Reagan did really well in the cave and even walked most of the way except the wet, slippery parts where Nate held her. She was so cute holding onto the rails and going down the stairs with me in front and dad in back. She kept asking, "Daddy, you ok?" At one point, deep in the cave, she asked me if we were in outer space.
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<br />Oh, and if you are wondering about that band-aid on her forehead - we took a little ER trip on Sunday night. She tried to walk down the stairs with a princess dress, shoes and sunglasses. Didn't work. She went tumbling down and had a nasty gash in her forehead. In a small town, all the Urgent Cares closed at 5:00 and it was 5:30 (of course) so we headed to the ER. Gee, I can't wait for that bill.... The nurse kept saying she'd need stitches, but the doctor came in and super-glued her head back together. What excitement. I told Nate that's pretty good -- 8 years of parenting and that was our first trip to the ER.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">They are standing on the "mile-high step." They are a mile-high but inside a cave. Pretty cool.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The blasted out exit tunnel which was very cool.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Did I ever mention that Montana is gorgeous?
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<br />Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-67020036433499384352010-11-18T19:47:00.000-08:002010-11-18T18:47:16.300-08:00The Gilbert Arizona Tempe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKE9i3grmYc4vMBZck84uNxIKLmqeN08ZKL2mWzGb7icu6dO7fizZBJe_vrOF-XHjtv9vsTkTRkE0LnbgHo5zjyMqrm4aAq1BWjZtRCYP5q-Raxisb7e-VjHVz54LCMDkRF8Sx-7F9mND/s1600/gilbert-mormon-temple.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKE9i3grmYc4vMBZck84uNxIKLmqeN08ZKL2mWzGb7icu6dO7fizZBJe_vrOF-XHjtv9vsTkTRkE0LnbgHo5zjyMqrm4aAq1BWjZtRCYP5q-Raxisb7e-VjHVz54LCMDkRF8Sx-7F9mND/s400/gilbert-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539855167756117506" border="0" /></a><br />This weekend was the groundbreaking for the Gilbert Arizona Temple. I am so excited to be here for this! We have had the Mesa temple since the 1920's and this will be a second one right here in the valley. I am mostly excited to take my girls through it once it's finished. That is honestly my biggest excitement - to see their faces and they look upon the beauty of the celestial room and the bride's room. I can't wait. We opted out of going to the actual site and went to the stake center instead to see a broadcast. I just didn't want to battle thousands of people with a 2 1/2 year old for hours -- because I'm sure people were there very very early!<br /><br />Our stake presidency has prepared for this for a while and had a stake theme all ready for us. A few months ago they asked us to go the the site and take a family picture so that we can go back once it's built and take another picture with the temple there and compare the two and see how much we've grown spiritually during that time. At the time, it was vague, but after stake conference this weekend, it all makes sense and I'm excited about it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85XxoX4sv9o5XqNpy8NEErXqHZ2yNMXmhB_BOXosg0uCTp2R96-UYZK9qjMvG8zZsWYKFXCrTGCwF9mbeb7yCm1dA_FoukRpdOB-l4Q042pmtTHMDUNtrxGvW4YzGIdFn_XfDYk6nw8Uo/s1600/098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85XxoX4sv9o5XqNpy8NEErXqHZ2yNMXmhB_BOXosg0uCTp2R96-UYZK9qjMvG8zZsWYKFXCrTGCwF9mbeb7yCm1dA_FoukRpdOB-l4Q042pmtTHMDUNtrxGvW4YzGIdFn_XfDYk6nw8Uo/s400/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541082699733941730" border="0" /></a>We haven't gone back to get another picture and we need to before they get started too much! We took this when Nate was in Texas. But we need another with him! And it was windy and the girls weren't happy and this picture isn't framed too well with the equipment in the back. Just to the right of us are some beautiful mountains - much prettier than equipment. I'll have to post an updated version with Nate in it when we get out there again.<br /><br />The adult session Saturday night was great. I felt so uplifted and ready to do better in my life. Here's the blueprint that will take us "from groundbreaking to dedication" so that we can see how far we've come on our own temple (ourselves).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDc2yv4p-iNXdXrpRZeyqrce_kvhFo1EWIq968uXjhfLqATqOqBtXSE97hODPgj6FViAK-T9j4dFI-o1wG0CskNq9L6OF31h5J2vW2DN5aZIWj5pitSH0PXT1wd6T-lHI_RZAWvaHcW8a/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDc2yv4p-iNXdXrpRZeyqrce_kvhFo1EWIq968uXjhfLqATqOqBtXSE97hODPgj6FViAK-T9j4dFI-o1wG0CskNq9L6OF31h5J2vW2DN5aZIWj5pitSH0PXT1wd6T-lHI_RZAWvaHcW8a/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540949176156483346" border="0" /></a>They are all very basic gospel principles, but there are some specific things as well. For example, we are to pray daily as families and individuals, but they don't stop there. We are to pray "that our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ will increase, that He will bless each person and family living within the boundaries of our ward and stake, and that we will reach out in love and service to each other."<br /><br />On "attend the temple" we are instructed to not only go frequently but to pray for those things mentioned above when we are in the temple and we are to make a goal to attend and be accountable for that goal.<br /><br />For studying the scriptures individually and as a family, they gave us numerous scriptures to read/discuss as a family (the border of the paper). I will say that we have only recently (since Nate got home) started consistently reading the scriptures as a family and it has been wonderful. Even Reagan gets to read and she looks forward to it -- Nate or I will say one or two words and she'll repeat them until her verse is over. It's funny because if she's doing something else and doesn't have her BOM open (which is almost the whole time), then she insists on opening it before she'll repeat what we tell her. She loves being a part of the reading. And the girls are doing great learning the lingo as they read. Plus, I love hearing Nate teach the girls.<br /><br />Under service they talked a lot about serving not just our families or ward member, but also our neighbors. I need to reach out more to neighbors. Here in the valley, I think members have a reputation of keeping to ourselves and helping each other. I think the goal here is to change that perception so that more missionary experiences will open as this temple is built over the next few years.<br /><br />So here we go on a quest to become better. . .Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-25257432062993631192010-11-15T10:51:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:03:21.057-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G7HXgpiJKwVghDWmkki-LA7YHRe1ESiMu4CNvZfSUCmoMt3AWL4h0W_CI5SPF1PI0jmU5OArdrGAUIY5O4XQ6Ecz6ybLbnCGY0-Ho1cxyROjb6ffACZxfwhtl0rcRid8cLldce4Gq7Fm/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G7HXgpiJKwVghDWmkki-LA7YHRe1ESiMu4CNvZfSUCmoMt3AWL4h0W_CI5SPF1PI0jmU5OArdrGAUIY5O4XQ6Ecz6ybLbnCGY0-Ho1cxyROjb6ffACZxfwhtl0rcRid8cLldce4Gq7Fm/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539851446131398642" border="0" /></a>Reagan and Ryder played together today. They have so much fun. I get to watch Chancho every Monday from 7 to noon while Tyler and Gina go to school together (how romantic!). It is so easy to watch this boy and it keeps Reagan busy while I get the girlies off to school, do yoga (or whatever exercise for the day, most often yoga), shower and get ready. My morning flies by with someone to help me keep Reagan busy -- I should thank Tyler and Gina because today is the first day in a long time that my yoga hasn't been interrupted once by Reags. They even came in during the last five minutes and did stretches with me. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPsHxoTKvinaHPL0beVR__9-bfJqts3UDaNYVMTqEwX-TgXOA1vZckAEp-A6DD5NvvPX6xvXgiat3a3i0zBBQY7Rfe56I7jsNyMPlmAaR-Ae6ZOEXC2-q_hv9P6xm0vcOzTSgZFb5Gixe/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPsHxoTKvinaHPL0beVR__9-bfJqts3UDaNYVMTqEwX-TgXOA1vZckAEp-A6DD5NvvPX6xvXgiat3a3i0zBBQY7Rfe56I7jsNyMPlmAaR-Ae6ZOEXC2-q_hv9P6xm0vcOzTSgZFb5Gixe/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539851457061329666" border="0" /></a>Speaking of Tyler, his birthday was on the 6th. Amy had planned on making these darling cookies and invited me over to help. I love going over and learning her tricks of the trade. It was even better because these cookies were only for Tyler and Nate so I got to do a lot more hands on learning than if she'd been doing it for someone else. She's a good teacher and I am surprised at how fun and easy it is to do these! I was especially impressed with my little deer -- yes, I actually made all those tiny deer! I was more impressed that I impressed Amy with them! They turned out cute and left me wanting to make more although I have no reason to and I can only eat sugar once a week (<a href="http://www.happyholidayhabits.blogspot.com/">Happy Holiday Habits</a>). For better pictures of the cookies, go <a href="http://meandmine.squarespace.com/journal/2010/11/12/cookies-for-tyler.html">here</a> - Amy is amazing and it made me really miss living by her.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMq9j4HMymctsC2xOzYwNBr91uAd98GPFjuaufMiE_W8ZEuYWbmuNsynV8QS88mHxSVZoXi9TP73Nk_dSbAIq1Fdf7B1Ik-LUseI4UhllS1bUWT6F0311b6qz80mHqzF90rPdQnroCJ10I/s1600/009_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMq9j4HMymctsC2xOzYwNBr91uAd98GPFjuaufMiE_W8ZEuYWbmuNsynV8QS88mHxSVZoXi9TP73Nk_dSbAIq1Fdf7B1Ik-LUseI4UhllS1bUWT6F0311b6qz80mHqzF90rPdQnroCJ10I/s400/009_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539851446355360306" border="0" /></a> I can't believe it's almost Thanksgiving!!!!! Seriously. The other day Reagan found this pilgrim hat and insisted on wearing it so she could be a "cowboy." I don't know where she got that but she was thrilled to be a cowboy and wore the hat most of the morning. <br /><br />This weekend was the groundbreaking for the Gilbert AZ Temple as well as Stake Conference. Both were uplifting and I will work on blogging that tomorrow or Wed. <br /><br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-14978960353665060982010-11-01T18:45:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:03:57.405-07:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">I never got a good picture of the girls so this is all I have -- after the school party and Savy's hair was all messed up instead of slicked back in her vampire bun. Oh well. I get so sick of dressing them up five times in a week! Last weekend we had our ward carnival so this weekend we ended up going to Jill's ward carnival/trunk-or-treat Friday night. So after the exciting school parade and party, we came home and got ready for the trunk-or-treat. <br /></div> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9RXvgFW2IFWppo3eENvzSOVoMJn3w1qRM76S6WuavjogT7Llw7mojBiicT4b5do693hN4A5hGKohfpl4a0YjTp25l-iozFIPaU0JrR0FCgTJn1-jd4GDZv2a2Lm0r4sHgz8SyWJ1Ic2z/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9RXvgFW2IFWppo3eENvzSOVoMJn3w1qRM76S6WuavjogT7Llw7mojBiicT4b5do693hN4A5hGKohfpl4a0YjTp25l-iozFIPaU0JrR0FCgTJn1-jd4GDZv2a2Lm0r4sHgz8SyWJ1Ic2z/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763831782204082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Savannah has had that costume since last year when we saw it on clearance at Target. She loved it and I loved that it was only $6! She's been excited for a year to wear it for Halloween. Then London fell in love with Savannah's snow princess dress from about two years ago (weird - very weird for London). She got the glasses at her school party and they definitely made the costume more "London."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzueOhvLp2l93eA00hdaUafvejkkZ-V93Cd7s26uP3DL4bikohpnp8sw_mWC4qBo1cTWJCGbNCgZKfUllLD3oPX12exiICBHRAOaU_foAGrj3vXW4kZqtvKVWwE8rARsRGtrH9t9UK5gn/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzueOhvLp2l93eA00hdaUafvejkkZ-V93Cd7s26uP3DL4bikohpnp8sw_mWC4qBo1cTWJCGbNCgZKfUllLD3oPX12exiICBHRAOaU_foAGrj3vXW4kZqtvKVWwE8rARsRGtrH9t9UK5gn/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763828785839826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbr6aVjnwg5mkwzM3LbLF0wo0W6MMPY0calLuDNT7qzJfK2ikd3dWn-T7DWCiQxgYzrvDwb70HC0jm-Ltdjl6670Civh9ONaeaYEf2nUfIWrOMQU3GHdTUeKZF1YP_XpMFD70eAWdAho0/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbr6aVjnwg5mkwzM3LbLF0wo0W6MMPY0calLuDNT7qzJfK2ikd3dWn-T7DWCiQxgYzrvDwb70HC0jm-Ltdjl6670Civh9ONaeaYEf2nUfIWrOMQU3GHdTUeKZF1YP_XpMFD70eAWdAho0/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763818962973266" border="0" /></a><br />London just cracks me up!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibodm1bYeHUZaF09KvbyP38o0PM9HWlYHnZvwcpqhpwrgj1FU8hIJ2TqTynBJi_59peXUwC6qovIeCSoGQ2l0h488dUNNI_QdATGWEoWqfwP4gw-kzjauFBUdXUxbCj2trXsy5mP04238g/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibodm1bYeHUZaF09KvbyP38o0PM9HWlYHnZvwcpqhpwrgj1FU8hIJ2TqTynBJi_59peXUwC6qovIeCSoGQ2l0h488dUNNI_QdATGWEoWqfwP4gw-kzjauFBUdXUxbCj2trXsy5mP04238g/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763810010092786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-Y3GJB96dhybTnehwwsJwhtEnBd4wT6X9fN0pd-YB-jJn7eH-Ra7CyCwD8ITPnayLJTCZwsHAsWytDSfQ3Xnkdi_umqBtA6bm8peiL-SB4fApKDY_L6IlXF-rYaNFSe5bXXr_5NPpKZN/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-Y3GJB96dhybTnehwwsJwhtEnBd4wT6X9fN0pd-YB-jJn7eH-Ra7CyCwD8ITPnayLJTCZwsHAsWytDSfQ3Xnkdi_umqBtA6bm8peiL-SB4fApKDY_L6IlXF-rYaNFSe5bXXr_5NPpKZN/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763807162803314" border="0" /></a><br />They thought I was crazy making them pose like this.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0UblU-w_ZuP4tZMfqTQkgEt4YS1aqwbE1ozvOhoZairQXoaHAxacuCJsXmjZNNv4huEvtJeBQGL8lLchKZdzfSPol9SlkBYxco-dFAo8o_V-N_BZdG_q1K9ZchVvnyvrJLImaA7xUGB3/s1600/023_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0UblU-w_ZuP4tZMfqTQkgEt4YS1aqwbE1ozvOhoZairQXoaHAxacuCJsXmjZNNv4huEvtJeBQGL8lLchKZdzfSPol9SlkBYxco-dFAo8o_V-N_BZdG_q1K9ZchVvnyvrJLImaA7xUGB3/s400/023_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763184241693522" border="0" /></a><br />Trunk-or-treat<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mcUNvWSf7Lw157D7uWFbz6TWHCbjP-emeHHldHsNfzgrWFGbjK0KpFTLb4HtlhifkHDRxvZDpDqVcyD8ZktRG_x19MMvjvt0TxXum0hFenwjT5n8LVaJfy-mf6tpoHpqtLwvVmKhImWR/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mcUNvWSf7Lw157D7uWFbz6TWHCbjP-emeHHldHsNfzgrWFGbjK0KpFTLb4HtlhifkHDRxvZDpDqVcyD8ZktRG_x19MMvjvt0TxXum0hFenwjT5n8LVaJfy-mf6tpoHpqtLwvVmKhImWR/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763181363977970" border="0" /></a><br />Personally, I think London should have been the vampire! <br />Check out those teeth!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9dlYzrWZPReYYRx0ksv0P725D8wsnuJndixpIIj_xPauldhAcjJ0rvNv2zUr0Mv5N0b_W1ZzikoyPrHSj6GHwp2Gi9ymTFKpv5Rq9AuLLawkH2JcQvNJLOK-bfS8VSjYqxkxBprkdA2W/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9dlYzrWZPReYYRx0ksv0P725D8wsnuJndixpIIj_xPauldhAcjJ0rvNv2zUr0Mv5N0b_W1ZzikoyPrHSj6GHwp2Gi9ymTFKpv5Rq9AuLLawkH2JcQvNJLOK-bfS8VSjYqxkxBprkdA2W/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763173971351506" border="0" /></a><br />Jill had a couple streets in her ward that had lots of members and they sent out fliers about trick-or-treating on Saturday night. So we headed over there and the girls got to go around with dad. Here they are with their Archibald cousins - Dallin, Ryan, Luke and Paige. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHrkeZ475CopIVz1g0y0RHcTuFojJE0g3KyzAEDwIV8K4tmPYklAQJkzjNUpdKLKU5F7bCZvaYY-FC51Xq5CFQmtLWzeqvaohf9vsBHKfhT6s72ShwCgbfO_Sea4rB4HNqmOAcUfkirBW/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHrkeZ475CopIVz1g0y0RHcTuFojJE0g3KyzAEDwIV8K4tmPYklAQJkzjNUpdKLKU5F7bCZvaYY-FC51Xq5CFQmtLWzeqvaohf9vsBHKfhT6s72ShwCgbfO_Sea4rB4HNqmOAcUfkirBW/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763165554758546" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday we had a little party. I like doing fun stuff for holidays and I love Halloween. Plus, I felt bad that the girls didn't get to go out on Halloween so I planned this fun food. They were actually fine with not going out since we'd had such a non-stop busy weekend and they already had tons of candy. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqry3CtkbMq6e5vxSjc5RzvdE6ooF6F86PtjzWBN4xdc44f61QzHGpxVsPmrlPYsj5sto5SdX9pfovvLDZLgb-npCTpSvrJOXSSWPgt5-dVbUZ2MK79c-3YQIP8_X6k8FIdB1WN9nxp9T/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqry3CtkbMq6e5vxSjc5RzvdE6ooF6F86PtjzWBN4xdc44f61QzHGpxVsPmrlPYsj5sto5SdX9pfovvLDZLgb-npCTpSvrJOXSSWPgt5-dVbUZ2MK79c-3YQIP8_X6k8FIdB1WN9nxp9T/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534763159975178610" border="0" /></a><br />Mummy hot dogs, bones 'n blood, pumpkin bread bows with soup, and apples with caramel dip. Tasty spread. I especially liked our skeletons hanging from Grandma Norma's lamp! <br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-44112054479631505812010-10-27T15:29:00.000-07:002010-10-27T15:31:08.975-07:00Vote!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVESuxQ2_26z9sJiTRjM8UyosN_20ZPVbRXa0va2zmrvQyU6qjdvVu-Pv9E40pzK9X3bgthkQHHBeAEMmj-A9Ux8cLE0oUMthQqx2eMc-L0hryA32sHGkbRbbyG-6-xVVhPmCUtr9TUcm3/s1600/voting+checkmark.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVESuxQ2_26z9sJiTRjM8UyosN_20ZPVbRXa0va2zmrvQyU6qjdvVu-Pv9E40pzK9X3bgthkQHHBeAEMmj-A9Ux8cLE0oUMthQqx2eMc-L0hryA32sHGkbRbbyG-6-xVVhPmCUtr9TUcm3/s400/voting+checkmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532856697912351522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I now have one less thing on my to-do list. <br /><br />I voted today. <br /><br />Have you voted yet? <br /><br />I hope you do - Tuesday is the day!<br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-8375551247902905492010-10-25T11:42:00.000-07:002010-10-25T16:33:20.252-07:00Reagan and her Cousins<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Reagan's best friends are her cousins. </span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7Y_OK4KS07JPfx46IeD4jtLRDbjz6rljldsi6SBQm70medP_iENrPk9SumTka5pE9Gowj4MGXTFApi-MO-K6ZgLcXN4_QfUYhsdsqlIzeVH8sDg9OEQNsHVsT6w4LH6sStI_eJJvJKIJ/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7Y_OK4KS07JPfx46IeD4jtLRDbjz6rljldsi6SBQm70medP_iENrPk9SumTka5pE9Gowj4MGXTFApi-MO-K6ZgLcXN4_QfUYhsdsqlIzeVH8sDg9OEQNsHVsT6w4LH6sStI_eJJvJKIJ/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532056572196690866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Her cousin, Paige. It's funny because it you ask Reagan who her favorite person is, she will always answer "Paigey" even though almost every time she plays with Paige, her face gets scratched up! Paige is cute, but she's a spitfire having to defend herself in a household of boys!<br /><br />Reagan has seen her sisters play a lot of Barbies lately so that's her latest thing. She always wants to do what they do. She's come up to me many times very excited to tell me that <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> tooth came out. She so wants to be big like them.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdsJXnOGIlfkQVbsQbg2KpZrWCKzwIDtCEGmRjzZ1APOY7a14JkauWrAcSglmKyrjn5lg-qArS5GInskkf8j_VQKlv1Jn3cNCbUS2LfUPCUUzdTZ5s3TbNDoyr5-csFilDl0oBnSjLJkY/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdsJXnOGIlfkQVbsQbg2KpZrWCKzwIDtCEGmRjzZ1APOY7a14JkauWrAcSglmKyrjn5lg-qArS5GInskkf8j_VQKlv1Jn3cNCbUS2LfUPCUUzdTZ5s3TbNDoyr5-csFilDl0oBnSjLJkY/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058760452875266" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xFXfqdVG0og03sdKjiU7LTLi4wz8havfO4cqH4jVbcueQ0hJlFn9TwIwaOJX4fr25njVWnXDcY-Yb7ENNyfVQVvq017W0lG81OtbdVT5rwUL2vJNj0EMSK3S81dQHt0wxgyz3Bzf2xB-/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xFXfqdVG0og03sdKjiU7LTLi4wz8havfO4cqH4jVbcueQ0hJlFn9TwIwaOJX4fr25njVWnXDcY-Yb7ENNyfVQVvq017W0lG81OtbdVT5rwUL2vJNj0EMSK3S81dQHt0wxgyz3Bzf2xB-/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058765249611394" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wp5bUYzd7TpNjmH2JrTyvSfZYQ8ACKZYxU1QtviB0GAN_RJxcKAAdp-TezVqq4z3YBFjKOAU4_RrnpFyHQNJ4MXYoazBZufiA90MfycjRwNR0NKZ6rkQBsXKT8AK6e_fBOO53cNCPlaB/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wp5bUYzd7TpNjmH2JrTyvSfZYQ8ACKZYxU1QtviB0GAN_RJxcKAAdp-TezVqq4z3YBFjKOAU4_RrnpFyHQNJ4MXYoazBZufiA90MfycjRwNR0NKZ6rkQBsXKT8AK6e_fBOO53cNCPlaB/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058778117033762" border="0" /></a><br />Ryder is her other cousin and best friend. We are so glad that Tyler and Gina moved down here because it's been very fun for the kids to play together. Ryder, otherwise known as Chancho, loves Reagan and they play so well together. He is so sweet with her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiA7bj5E0smjdfuhpM076QAn1Ax38ILLVk_r8qh3UQ9ZwHwWlgziBG_RudCeyLG-CC4LEpBZDlYvC-vWwf6Th2d5QX38N5Gz3Q76V9K881i6TZG_kfuVtEFCb8bK_mwouqzDmLfy8JXpSB/s1600/068_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiA7bj5E0smjdfuhpM076QAn1Ax38ILLVk_r8qh3UQ9ZwHwWlgziBG_RudCeyLG-CC4LEpBZDlYvC-vWwf6Th2d5QX38N5Gz3Q76V9K881i6TZG_kfuVtEFCb8bK_mwouqzDmLfy8JXpSB/s400/068_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058747679907810" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcJ9IeYnR5CB3ZRF0tnvblMiocq6TirR1GN2CLA9sNs81lQf9aMEukUceqqsx9ZJDgqJ7XTtcY20tSUZdamL2y0DSyDt6BJ63SIEky4dIh_KG3ATulUrkynA0ALlcm1eUkFX3IVS24X8o/s1600/069_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcJ9IeYnR5CB3ZRF0tnvblMiocq6TirR1GN2CLA9sNs81lQf9aMEukUceqqsx9ZJDgqJ7XTtcY20tSUZdamL2y0DSyDt6BJ63SIEky4dIh_KG3ATulUrkynA0ALlcm1eUkFX3IVS24X8o/s400/069_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532058752521838690" border="0" /></a>Caleb is her other buddy, but we are sad because they moved to Tucson after living nearby for the past year. These two really got to know each other as Megan and I hung out. They are actually more like brother and sister than best friends. He always seemed to be thinking of some devilishly evil thing to do to her - like run at full speed and then push her down. But there were a few tender moments as well. She loves him and I know she misses him a ton!<br /><br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-46457818981470946742010-10-24T15:06:00.000-07:002010-10-24T15:35:27.181-07:00Family Zoo Trip<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jtOYrjfQrRqurDMTYWg2_32HAsqadux8Nl7I7Vi73pqGhhSaOjB9W-6fDtRwA-JktL6I1N3yLPQ2pukxEpHFbn1DRVYA7taO3F8cm_LG8r7t6S_fqBNxSPoS5B1wsVbk9patKjluvFvZ/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jtOYrjfQrRqurDMTYWg2_32HAsqadux8Nl7I7Vi73pqGhhSaOjB9W-6fDtRwA-JktL6I1N3yLPQ2pukxEpHFbn1DRVYA7taO3F8cm_LG8r7t6S_fqBNxSPoS5B1wsVbk9patKjluvFvZ/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531739211933072770" border="0" /></a>We decided to go to the zoo yesterday. Apparently half of the valley decided to do so also because I have never seen it so dang crowded in my entire life! They had traffic signs saying the zoo parking lot was full and people were parking and walking almost a half a mile to a mile just to get there! We luckily found someone leaving and were able to park in the parking lot though. <br /><br />I guess that's what you get in Arizona when the weather<span style="font-style: italic;"> finally</span> starts to cool off - people want to do things outside for a change!! <br /><br />The weather <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> lovely.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LywHyaEzSLY3pApmNFPAwmKZLIC32OKEsoImfdO681AfXMApD0buFgspFpihZ7XA1RJXr3aDyBY9fvlNBhfea9tGkN-lWEUW0KjjWMdKqjHBDmhLD1446e8u2zTaFqKV4IYePFgC_Nkb/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LywHyaEzSLY3pApmNFPAwmKZLIC32OKEsoImfdO681AfXMApD0buFgspFpihZ7XA1RJXr3aDyBY9fvlNBhfea9tGkN-lWEUW0KjjWMdKqjHBDmhLD1446e8u2zTaFqKV4IYePFgC_Nkb/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531739223539137026" border="0" /></a><br />This is where Reagan spent most of the day - with her daddy!<br />(her favorite person in the world)<br /><br />She actually never even got in her stroller until we left the gates. That girl kept up and ran around like a maniac when she wasn't on dad's shoulders.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3-ka6a3-vzjmPWCzTcGnShnIoQ7IpTPptM-qSygwiNiXWwPEkeiyhM_v0-XXTF95wVy5_v1DXUGQ4nqj3tlPswDTL_6tSbbityNfFFFUVllnhQtVw8pOfm6GZ7swLVidS1omwvJILBlZ/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3-ka6a3-vzjmPWCzTcGnShnIoQ7IpTPptM-qSygwiNiXWwPEkeiyhM_v0-XXTF95wVy5_v1DXUGQ4nqj3tlPswDTL_6tSbbityNfFFFUVllnhQtVw8pOfm6GZ7swLVidS1omwvJILBlZ/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531739226283268882" border="0" /></a>Maybe my girls (Savannah in particular) are getting too old for this seashell. I must have about 50 pictures of this same shot with them at various ages. It'll be fun to go back and compare.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDmpe4XAF4hJ4Dl6ZZ-lBIjXkubDlpyc3cRt1hbIFRyNHwNjhPOMTp8dj767ipQexJoWu6HVl3sDOtltPphgq80Z-xAJueRA0tVJhFBullb1oDoPG9BkNmfWdA3yr7qqc18xEBNa6YJWr/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDmpe4XAF4hJ4Dl6ZZ-lBIjXkubDlpyc3cRt1hbIFRyNHwNjhPOMTp8dj767ipQexJoWu6HVl3sDOtltPphgq80Z-xAJueRA0tVJhFBullb1oDoPG9BkNmfWdA3yr7qqc18xEBNa6YJWr/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738622612924002" border="0" /></a>Savs<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rNjuc1IK5Cc1AIS_YyV5RUcoL9oS8Nn9vRWFE82R4WNcfIRyklDyTFZtrK9wl6eVdmIqftSmIFlzI-XAo5ihN5HI7HfSz2khrOyo0dGMvQSBBA012dIVOaoqoS0ok350UM7ZxcdTdJIY/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rNjuc1IK5Cc1AIS_YyV5RUcoL9oS8Nn9vRWFE82R4WNcfIRyklDyTFZtrK9wl6eVdmIqftSmIFlzI-XAo5ihN5HI7HfSz2khrOyo0dGMvQSBBA012dIVOaoqoS0ok350UM7ZxcdTdJIY/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738616087840978" border="0" /></a>London<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_jiTJM1eEVZGVC99yf0jlNmXDZVUN1JEyU5_hSwQv6XmyOjpBfQFFovJ3PbYyw1Pk-BthisUAa3fnSqC_CBnl_df-kQEMy3jcozleVH-be-Nn6YHwQeN_MXnxCAinTigdNuyWmPqEWVK/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_jiTJM1eEVZGVC99yf0jlNmXDZVUN1JEyU5_hSwQv6XmyOjpBfQFFovJ3PbYyw1Pk-BthisUAa3fnSqC_CBnl_df-kQEMy3jcozleVH-be-Nn6YHwQeN_MXnxCAinTigdNuyWmPqEWVK/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738612587214370" border="0" /></a>Reagan - she loved this statue.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxfUw82DhRd2WgQ_aWCtaks1aiejK47TfGEnZ2__rMrhyZ43Vze7fWXUnkglwEsCO00laGDgoRXwSyZC28qlvmNAZiCURPTDWMwEClb1WqYPCc6o8yX1znPNKnHqugfieSD1lTFBT_73L/s1600/024_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxfUw82DhRd2WgQ_aWCtaks1aiejK47TfGEnZ2__rMrhyZ43Vze7fWXUnkglwEsCO00laGDgoRXwSyZC28qlvmNAZiCURPTDWMwEClb1WqYPCc6o8yX1znPNKnHqugfieSD1lTFBT_73L/s400/024_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738634942322866" border="0" /></a><br />The petting zoo which I despise so Nate took them in. I have been forced to take them in there many, many times when I've come without him. His turn. He's more of an animal lover than me, but who loves goats - seriously? <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR36VM1qF8VWN8pLU0uHiAffnr5yG71nWo8sePecd9EnZNqOlKJ2FDcNtyFFwIQgufqcsMuTy8tBbrLWTyekng3dYpa9jZknlHbt6JXCE_REkXfAsx13YASK9Irchc9a08yT5E0sA86_5p/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR36VM1qF8VWN8pLU0uHiAffnr5yG71nWo8sePecd9EnZNqOlKJ2FDcNtyFFwIQgufqcsMuTy8tBbrLWTyekng3dYpa9jZknlHbt6JXCE_REkXfAsx13YASK9Irchc9a08yT5E0sA86_5p/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738638068651186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miracle of all miracles - we saw the cheetah!<br />We usually barely see him stalking in the high grasses or laying under brush, but he apparently liked the nice weather too. <br /><br />Fun Family Saturday.<br /><br />We also had our ward Halloween carnival last night. It's a huge ward tradition and even adults dress up. Nate and I dress up as hunters (no pictures, sorry) and gathered our vampire, snow princess and lion to head to the party. <br /><br />An older couple in our ward has a lot of land with a barn which conveniently turns into a pretty darn good (scary) haunted house every year. Nate took the girls and their little friend, Anna, and ended up with three girls hanging on all parts of his body! They refused to go through the upper level of the barn. They also had a bounce house, carnival games and all kinds of good food (that I couldn't eat). Very fun. I wish I had taken pictures and I'm cursing that I didn't. I'll be sure and get some this weekend. <br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-37489349714908123142010-10-20T13:43:00.001-07:002010-10-20T14:13:36.557-07:00I'm Back!This time I'm serious. I have a few good reasons why I'm going to be consistent this time.<br /><br />1. My cute niece, Emma, emailed me last week asking for my blog address. She lives in Montana and we never get to see her because before that it was Denver and then Boston and then England. We hardly ever see her and she wants to keep up with the girls.<br /><br />2. <a href="http://happyholidayhabits.blogspot.com/p/points.html">Happy Holiday Habits</a>. I really like this idea because all 10 things are things that I should be doing everyday anyway. <span style="font-style: italic;">And</span> I really, really want a family picture shoot for free! Like really. One of the 10 things is to journal/blog everyday. So I've decided that between this family blog, my personal journal and my gratitude journal I can do that one every day easily.<br /><br />3. I haven't been taking pictures lately. Something about blogging makes me think to take more and more pictures. <br /><br />4. I have a horrible memory. And I don't want to forget all the funny little stories and things my girls say. For example, Reagan talks in her sleep. She usually cries "no sissies, no!" over and over again. Last night, however, she cried "No sissy! No London! No London, no!" Her biggest tormentor (London) torments her during the day <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> apparently during the night!<br /><br />5. I have a lot of things to be grateful for and blogging is a good way to remember those things!Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-44844502668599951512010-05-02T22:20:00.000-07:002010-05-02T23:06:41.888-07:00Sedona<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOGMG_R-byr0Kpguwyn59nk4l4PY4V5oNioMkUJkTgc5SSsOUzTPLB8T-ntTCI7GqOmg9Up0xoNsXTcniiGx29flOKx2emyPBJQt1DhLfA3dZAFFv0OfO1marv1igI3PoT5FLIigQEy-G/s1600/215.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1MmZwnD0jdOxCqMya9gdYUYzbcfJJLETfg1_d1X5RwxDd1MKLyxHpbo77KgKEnxfOOIUsWReB7BRJJQBEaUKxEeQUQ2_UQl6IdVBzv6oUtX-F_Ksgh743XVVa9VXM2SZVa5qQvzeOrkk/s1600/196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1MmZwnD0jdOxCqMya9gdYUYzbcfJJLETfg1_d1X5RwxDd1MKLyxHpbo77KgKEnxfOOIUsWReB7BRJJQBEaUKxEeQUQ2_UQl6IdVBzv6oUtX-F_Ksgh743XVVa9VXM2SZVa5qQvzeOrkk/s400/196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466911504269218994" border="0" /></a>Before Nate left to work in Texas for four months, he and I went on an overnight trip to Sedona. This month it will have been 9 years since we went to Sedona on our honeymoon. It was fabulous to get away from the kids and just be together. You don't realize how much life/kids interfere in your relationship until you actually have that time absolutely alone for two days. So here are all the pictures of our trip. It's funny because most are single shots of either me or Nate (just like honeymoon pictures) unless we asked someone to snap a picture.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Above (and below) is the B&B we stayed in: Casa Sedona.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvAgQ6guvFb40CYG8zqNq273hrl8C2ZWJhmKPDIFpHMR4r1NkrsxYohmU5Nsr-4mAiEwCpPcjP0vaFK9T2KBFI-sBlFSaFvZXcXx0oDnWmrRvdBka1kAunJhzPLimGaByCqH554WoLk37/s1600/202.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvAgQ6guvFb40CYG8zqNq273hrl8C2ZWJhmKPDIFpHMR4r1NkrsxYohmU5Nsr-4mAiEwCpPcjP0vaFK9T2KBFI-sBlFSaFvZXcXx0oDnWmrRvdBka1kAunJhzPLimGaByCqH554WoLk37/s400/202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466911530763174354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgX7ggeSmxaPMwhUwOZuOg5-xD8JRzVjDbX9pB6q-GEqrxap1lWStzr-vxmhRhMM7debIDzs4rRrPFYK4MveFvQY4l10230rOIQ8ySY3MEtWiTl-woswPI-uzzgY2oLEICZerHReCTIrjS/s1600/201.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgX7ggeSmxaPMwhUwOZuOg5-xD8JRzVjDbX9pB6q-GEqrxap1lWStzr-vxmhRhMM7debIDzs4rRrPFYK4MveFvQY4l10230rOIQ8ySY3MEtWiTl-woswPI-uzzgY2oLEICZerHReCTIrjS/s400/201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466911520584551026" border="0" /></a>The mountain behind me is called Thunder Mountain. It is said that Walt Disney traveled through Sedona once and they believe that is where he got the name for the ride.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxHJghDgW5risRa9z-CQd7JvqumjpF0qOq6d2lRDgo1EUAXf8RVVUp2zXzUV6d-PxDafI79c9QSGhYbbNEMc1YiPgPusk7-cm0ofssy8Q0iQDO8kFalOfFORVKRc7zLSpdZKpoc2tqePI/s1600/214.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6sqm0puJbXeXrp1HIsdGTVZ20SC0U3_MgZ7o0oWnBamFo_xKZRj3poq89QGvZRHASjbJGVL68Kb0u_YyoQ5kRztFU9qZuTYFqDEpxz5hD6Zs5ixx2LfSG0iiZoJhizay1h37zq2GJn7G/s1600/200.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6sqm0puJbXeXrp1HIsdGTVZ20SC0U3_MgZ7o0oWnBamFo_xKZRj3poq89QGvZRHASjbJGVL68Kb0u_YyoQ5kRztFU9qZuTYFqDEpxz5hD6Zs5ixx2LfSG0iiZoJhizay1h37zq2GJn7G/s400/200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466911514130947618" border="0" /></a><br />Imagine a cool spring morning eating a three-course breakfast here. Lovely.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXpZjY25Ee6fKJ7QYot_KJDSsmAI-an6BnPLTg0wEwBf-k-Y9vQ7BVIym86i7PiYwcPS-kerHGVz6lex-B4I6-7azyNokwv5BXs_ZvfWgz2DroZZ724kG13aKyTDcfotmBiHwrqPy8SZE/s1600/191.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXpZjY25Ee6fKJ7QYot_KJDSsmAI-an6BnPLTg0wEwBf-k-Y9vQ7BVIym86i7PiYwcPS-kerHGVz6lex-B4I6-7azyNokwv5BXs_ZvfWgz2DroZZ724kG13aKyTDcfotmBiHwrqPy8SZE/s400/191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466911496759553250" border="0" /></a>Our room: Serena Vista. We loved it and although the walls look very yellow in the picture, I didn't notice them as that bright. Nate got me a massage and it was so nice because she came and set up right there in our room. It was 10:00 with our patio door and windows open with a nice cool breeze and just the sounds of nature outside. . . perfect for a massage. Even Nate, who was reading a magazine on the bed, snoozed a while. Sedona is one of the most peaceful places. I love it!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSLptDf74DuExqnDULaOjz96HIwO0nt5cyTT29CZ8haQO25NDpTnxSldYu6BFFzL_2Fvvx8mmhP4DRNeiax-Ksj9CE3F_i0M9HvNUOqudUF040Xs6dEYl-bKPNDMZX_epjLQkLf_fFhGH/s1600/190.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSLptDf74DuExqnDULaOjz96HIwO0nt5cyTT29CZ8haQO25NDpTnxSldYu6BFFzL_2Fvvx8mmhP4DRNeiax-Ksj9CE3F_i0M9HvNUOqudUF040Xs6dEYl-bKPNDMZX_epjLQkLf_fFhGH/s400/190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910942030378098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjz7P7D7Awmw0i7Mx_F23u4ySoBbBcpb20NaJrobrliwjHn5Nmj3-8uZbYFVfoP6UtMoKd6VzhKtgf0cFBPngy6ENYuc3Qy6INbUN8oGgU_t59wPL5eR7VWeAsASnZU1BxkF9yIxCLzn3/s1600/210.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gXVOcSIywaM_Ja4j8JFCZqYaaF2xklfkxkX1pNXXjGqkzLysifArzV914uYm59vir6a2IWE1iQpWd2lyFhHxtcvxfWwFGOY4oSfngLorUrBdhMc_BhHgSoC2NIZrgw8CafXH12PBU7fq/s1600/203.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gXVOcSIywaM_Ja4j8JFCZqYaaF2xklfkxkX1pNXXjGqkzLysifArzV914uYm59vir6a2IWE1iQpWd2lyFhHxtcvxfWwFGOY4oSfngLorUrBdhMc_BhHgSoC2NIZrgw8CafXH12PBU7fq/s400/203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466915968495640610" border="0" /></a>As we were driving up the road from our B&B we saw Alma de Sedona Inn -- the first place we stayed on our honeymoon (we stayed in a few different placed in Sedona - it was fun switching around). It was fun to see it and remember being there the first time.<br /><br />There's a huge shopping complex with an Indian name I can't<br /> say/pronounce/remember that is fun to wander around window shopping. They had a lot of statues too so Nate and I had some fun. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgMLt2ZK3CgxTG0dGO4N4XjHH4vuJGN5qsrLDORQktYkL2de9-Ud7Je6F3JP2yBKACuXEZWULYopHATQWa4NMDxzG-EyHW2701GUEQ-7sRBM1HdtXcsvWpwZL3tQOpyol_LsxeDNl7qrZo/s1600/208.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgMLt2ZK3CgxTG0dGO4N4XjHH4vuJGN5qsrLDORQktYkL2de9-Ud7Je6F3JP2yBKACuXEZWULYopHATQWa4NMDxzG-EyHW2701GUEQ-7sRBM1HdtXcsvWpwZL3tQOpyol_LsxeDNl7qrZo/s400/208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912210393823458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUhvSkRBD0sWgW5HUQMI1JSIqr4DxFQ9NDnqqPHGOWTx_Zww8iykfP1wiLfgXzw9rHcwjrvENY8ZgrApSwIMTAY4jPgsO3Vb3pCbKxRW_cBBrpDQz8bKAZi94f5JuQANcAFy1D9TAr1ah/s1600/206.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUhvSkRBD0sWgW5HUQMI1JSIqr4DxFQ9NDnqqPHGOWTx_Zww8iykfP1wiLfgXzw9rHcwjrvENY8ZgrApSwIMTAY4jPgsO3Vb3pCbKxRW_cBBrpDQz8bKAZi94f5JuQANcAFy1D9TAr1ah/s400/206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912202892210626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WldApEUcBn6yXZ1PIgDqIP75jNWvEoPgQB9evcBvTL9bh7Kc0A659-1tgVIcgM3QVh2ST67Xpk6gOPWQCFDwQr01d8EIig9OVBfZGu9tQ80j7E1IhOnPV03DUyoGWszCZi56ACIkp-lp/s1600/204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WldApEUcBn6yXZ1PIgDqIP75jNWvEoPgQB9evcBvTL9bh7Kc0A659-1tgVIcgM3QVh2ST67Xpk6gOPWQCFDwQr01d8EIig9OVBfZGu9tQ80j7E1IhOnPV03DUyoGWszCZi56ACIkp-lp/s400/204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912186235743618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzbISYPAAJbqmsN1IXY-R6zDh1yzAaFY_WfcCT-azZO6b27roaNTTnxZ3CcFUmi3DYGjp8yhi4z_GvlyHqJTBxVMEpUudodNG5pQDTk7pmQpgbowvJIvkufAp_9803TR1rC829amN-Pwh/s1600/189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzbISYPAAJbqmsN1IXY-R6zDh1yzAaFY_WfcCT-azZO6b27roaNTTnxZ3CcFUmi3DYGjp8yhi4z_GvlyHqJTBxVMEpUudodNG5pQDTk7pmQpgbowvJIvkufAp_9803TR1rC829amN-Pwh/s400/189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910931784320274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_co4PbB6ni351wVDOwwUYoOyBKqNaB-gJ_266GCJbLk_x05d9U5sLCpChj-DMUnVfrQsxI_IX605RV_FnYcrUo0pmt1a28AR-n0ShgNf2zz-cH3ZaHTV9JvzvKWv25bAjyJ3JrRBiQdJp/s1600/187_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_co4PbB6ni351wVDOwwUYoOyBKqNaB-gJ_266GCJbLk_x05d9U5sLCpChj-DMUnVfrQsxI_IX605RV_FnYcrUo0pmt1a28AR-n0ShgNf2zz-cH3ZaHTV9JvzvKWv25bAjyJ3JrRBiQdJp/s400/187_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910926915975826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Before going, Nate looked up restaurants and found Dahl & DiLuca. <br />It looked fabulous, romantic and cozy. Besides we love Italian food. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrabZNS45MEgZWbOLLu6hPPNWWWBmy_GsEuhj2TqvQ2gA0o4ioznHchjGzPyPqETiSxztv2dEAL3-GsPkXD94QgW-haZNjHXRHoWuLXfcTu8MnBbG1VtlkuBJary8JUIgkNaugsmldFpW/s1600/182_crop_cropa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrabZNS45MEgZWbOLLu6hPPNWWWBmy_GsEuhj2TqvQ2gA0o4ioznHchjGzPyPqETiSxztv2dEAL3-GsPkXD94QgW-haZNjHXRHoWuLXfcTu8MnBbG1VtlkuBJary8JUIgkNaugsmldFpW/s400/182_crop_cropa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910906839696530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAAyI8_lmPXEPCLTJ806lv1HsKxXt-JWA7_9KKt0cXAjLrh5B8LsujZGruEdzpntR_1JzbfWRj7cxKRkXWyJmoiiU2jcgIyzjSTEJpu-H9kPgb8yh7KtwKT00xBdZObLAs3Q_iRfN3ALP/s1600/167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAAyI8_lmPXEPCLTJ806lv1HsKxXt-JWA7_9KKt0cXAjLrh5B8LsujZGruEdzpntR_1JzbfWRj7cxKRkXWyJmoiiU2jcgIyzjSTEJpu-H9kPgb8yh7KtwKT00xBdZObLAs3Q_iRfN3ALP/s400/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910237384220258" border="0" /></a><br />We got there and the man at the front gave us this little "nook" that was cozy, dark and just perfect. Throw some rose petals on the table and there you have a romantic nook. It's funny because in the pictures the flash lights it up so much that it doesn't look that cool, but it was -- I love dark nooks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ-UXbF1LOjKooK4kauqIgWMf0aTV7raUNKJelzeVzy9zThpcV4yfdmKEIZGKZXfoeYXl_8Ms5FiVflt79mXjX_bI8sqYW2aIvhNxEETR9qVaqnYaL7aney3ve1_fPhv0onXftt43-9sF/s1600/171_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ-UXbF1LOjKooK4kauqIgWMf0aTV7raUNKJelzeVzy9zThpcV4yfdmKEIZGKZXfoeYXl_8Ms5FiVflt79mXjX_bI8sqYW2aIvhNxEETR9qVaqnYaL7aney3ve1_fPhv0onXftt43-9sF/s400/171_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910251458069730" border="0" /></a><br />They were fancy but not too expensive. They didn't even have soda (only wines) so we stuck with our water. And the food, well see for yourself . . . . (with the privacy of our nook we felt at liberty to snap pictures)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zVWTPvx4-WmYcI1afFnV2RVprtA7UjfemLkFJQ0H8-3hscVQO2fzRIG5twLZK7zUDp0yRcaZhr6a9X1wdWw0MV4IfgI5udLUSY6AULwzzvF6GzxORIjsNmTOoH3aIn_UZobV98N8zpXO/s1600/178.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zVWTPvx4-WmYcI1afFnV2RVprtA7UjfemLkFJQ0H8-3hscVQO2fzRIG5twLZK7zUDp0yRcaZhr6a9X1wdWw0MV4IfgI5udLUSY6AULwzzvF6GzxORIjsNmTOoH3aIn_UZobV98N8zpXO/s400/178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910267426985602" border="0" /></a><br />Nate's chicken was seriously, hands down the best I have EVER eaten.<br />I would drive to Sedona again just to eat this chicken!!! <br />It's that good. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UBb7FXnE91XTO0VqYnl9OLfbQ_e-OpHEsB23d7T_j0QVTdSt0D-243kFxciKX_Da7uzqp9ivP1ur30eW0N_iYW3AAhETDH_vcMW5mXC4CZpRCI888E3nYMA3kWCDzN1tPwwL8JGiIepi/s1600/174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UBb7FXnE91XTO0VqYnl9OLfbQ_e-OpHEsB23d7T_j0QVTdSt0D-243kFxciKX_Da7uzqp9ivP1ur30eW0N_iYW3AAhETDH_vcMW5mXC4CZpRCI888E3nYMA3kWCDzN1tPwwL8JGiIepi/s400/174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910260958842034" border="0" /></a><br />My shrimp was perfect and the homemade noodles fabulous. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRaNvGZyD7j61HyQfxFgy5jZkKnO5du5x8d-SMDV3DZ1OuE5Jb5SfTf-JN2zIsrcS8ALvWP37rPCWm3QfFcRZLXJWqwgaTFHlNhCVgf5mGY0C2BfLMPfUu1-l-cuvupDPjTjEKpm54pCS/s1600/179.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRaNvGZyD7j61HyQfxFgy5jZkKnO5du5x8d-SMDV3DZ1OuE5Jb5SfTf-JN2zIsrcS8ALvWP37rPCWm3QfFcRZLXJWqwgaTFHlNhCVgf5mGY0C2BfLMPfUu1-l-cuvupDPjTjEKpm54pCS/s400/179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910917205262450" border="0" /></a>Creme Brulee - our favorite!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ-UXbF1LOjKooK4kauqIgWMf0aTV7raUNKJelzeVzy9zThpcV4yfdmKEIZGKZXfoeYXl_8Ms5FiVflt79mXjX_bI8sqYW2aIvhNxEETR9qVaqnYaL7aney3ve1_fPhv0onXftt43-9sF/s1600/171_crop.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha41StoMT-LlTACOddaJ5-m8cPxk39yCsLxr3d17U0sM0frXhf1KSEgVI_sLhNQh7p937rEbRoo7t-meRj3mMkE5JN5G1N3cT9I1VCT5b9W_zcpnbW71o6i0C6CY05d5GH5_AB1qu4AOui/s1600/165_cropa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha41StoMT-LlTACOddaJ5-m8cPxk39yCsLxr3d17U0sM0frXhf1KSEgVI_sLhNQh7p937rEbRoo7t-meRj3mMkE5JN5G1N3cT9I1VCT5b9W_zcpnbW71o6i0C6CY05d5GH5_AB1qu4AOui/s400/165_cropa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466910229467892066" border="0" /></a><br />You hate all the pictures of yourself, but you have such good memories, so here's one we took holding the camera out. <br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzaZsiutkabTz6boRgoJMpbxQeQPtcSzfO6ZfQaD-1wa9KeFXB9fz3_fhv1dTZBdlevujkHtBLi6OHDjOI87F_dkqZpfti1-CYLougKzR5E8SJN3JLYaf_4-zJMwA3aQLmbAEN6tQrHSU/s1600/209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzaZsiutkabTz6boRgoJMpbxQeQPtcSzfO6ZfQaD-1wa9KeFXB9fz3_fhv1dTZBdlevujkHtBLi6OHDjOI87F_dkqZpfti1-CYLougKzR5E8SJN3JLYaf_4-zJMwA3aQLmbAEN6tQrHSU/s400/209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912217604654306" border="0" /></a><br />We decided to head home leisurely through Oak Creek Canyon which takes you to Flag, then we went across the Rim and through Payson to come home. <br /><br />Indian Gardens is on the road up through Oak Creek Canyon. This is where one of the first white settlers came and started farming. There was a historical marker Nate and I stopped to read about his cabin. We are total suckers for historical markers.<br /><br />Below are some pictures of us in the canyon. Nate loved this hat and swore it was made for me so we got it. I must say, I don't look too bad in a cowgirl hat! ha! ha! ha!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOGMG_R-byr0Kpguwyn59nk4l4PY4V5oNioMkUJkTgc5SSsOUzTPLB8T-ntTCI7GqOmg9Up0xoNsXTcniiGx29flOKx2emyPBJQt1DhLfA3dZAFFv0OfO1marv1igI3PoT5FLIigQEy-G/s1600/215.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOGMG_R-byr0Kpguwyn59nk4l4PY4V5oNioMkUJkTgc5SSsOUzTPLB8T-ntTCI7GqOmg9Up0xoNsXTcniiGx29flOKx2emyPBJQt1DhLfA3dZAFFv0OfO1marv1igI3PoT5FLIigQEy-G/s400/215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912635674037234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxHJghDgW5risRa9z-CQd7JvqumjpF0qOq6d2lRDgo1EUAXf8RVVUp2zXzUV6d-PxDafI79c9QSGhYbbNEMc1YiPgPusk7-cm0ofssy8Q0iQDO8kFalOfFORVKRc7zLSpdZKpoc2tqePI/s1600/214.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxHJghDgW5risRa9z-CQd7JvqumjpF0qOq6d2lRDgo1EUAXf8RVVUp2zXzUV6d-PxDafI79c9QSGhYbbNEMc1YiPgPusk7-cm0ofssy8Q0iQDO8kFalOfFORVKRc7zLSpdZKpoc2tqePI/s400/214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912628660655634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKsd2lz6KnbVno5BddDCM4q8Y87OHn_j7aJsf7coGNgpiFFFrMle4IW0qXp-wQyBE9aMxQ4Afuk7FVsrYk4YtN_DUXWFF5FE5ZpiryKMZ4kQVEMlk2B2XAz7SEqooBPJRXSmLIl4oGDXR/s1600/213.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKsd2lz6KnbVno5BddDCM4q8Y87OHn_j7aJsf7coGNgpiFFFrMle4IW0qXp-wQyBE9aMxQ4Afuk7FVsrYk4YtN_DUXWFF5FE5ZpiryKMZ4kQVEMlk2B2XAz7SEqooBPJRXSmLIl4oGDXR/s400/213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912620588425442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DX8sBesGtAodlXwzuZxg0kl1HLOF8U7dA6i7JA-gQxKt-sjKnrjKbx5SRopzk2rvaYrPdT_Pf1XbQTBj-Ez3aorhbmDBtEezLOhNhukDHdjjNZsJ0bQG-VRLfnKZcb-O2pXwg524CJp-/s1600/212.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DX8sBesGtAodlXwzuZxg0kl1HLOF8U7dA6i7JA-gQxKt-sjKnrjKbx5SRopzk2rvaYrPdT_Pf1XbQTBj-Ez3aorhbmDBtEezLOhNhukDHdjjNZsJ0bQG-VRLfnKZcb-O2pXwg524CJp-/s400/212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912611985078594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjz7P7D7Awmw0i7Mx_F23u4ySoBbBcpb20NaJrobrliwjHn5Nmj3-8uZbYFVfoP6UtMoKd6VzhKtgf0cFBPngy6ENYuc3Qy6INbUN8oGgU_t59wPL5eR7VWeAsASnZU1BxkF9yIxCLzn3/s1600/210.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjz7P7D7Awmw0i7Mx_F23u4ySoBbBcpb20NaJrobrliwjHn5Nmj3-8uZbYFVfoP6UtMoKd6VzhKtgf0cFBPngy6ENYuc3Qy6INbUN8oGgU_t59wPL5eR7VWeAsASnZU1BxkF9yIxCLzn3/s400/210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466912594865231602" border="0" /></a>What a great escape.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know why we don't do this more often.<br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-57370100544769900202010-04-29T22:17:00.000-07:002010-04-29T22:22:37.013-07:00Art Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4aUHN6UM-7rLJJXEr9aq9YbLf4Qs0IW90N3IQKJ5xMVH9YNQEqHiDZN8U3F-pQfvhuqRcJdGBK2eZqCJ6ishZ7ngJZUyUgxLFzvoQUy9e5fAd7Q0C5BrBD4cSLaljdKUHk0wjftmbkqi/s1600/035_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4aUHN6UM-7rLJJXEr9aq9YbLf4Qs0IW90N3IQKJ5xMVH9YNQEqHiDZN8U3F-pQfvhuqRcJdGBK2eZqCJ6ishZ7ngJZUyUgxLFzvoQUy9e5fAd7Q0C5BrBD4cSLaljdKUHk0wjftmbkqi/s400/035_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465795734848275186" border="0" /></a>A few weeks ago we went to the Arizona State Elementary Art Show where Savannah had a piece of artwork entered. She was so dang proud of herself. Isn't she cute? She must have gotten some of those artistic genes from Grandma Cyndee and Aunt Megan and Aunt Amy (who I know has those talents, but doesn't do it). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJI7L7mMBjREp-xPzcpfsxJadkBDPYkWJVc7l52FZ1lbKSTm64egpk0uh5uV5PUmzTayVNAazrZ15HjexYyFx1WzPUwelwsPk2W37r9zHeL4uRm_sWkkzZpg-IuSPkuTkbjQ01-WzFNrQ/s1600/036_crop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJI7L7mMBjREp-xPzcpfsxJadkBDPYkWJVc7l52FZ1lbKSTm64egpk0uh5uV5PUmzTayVNAazrZ15HjexYyFx1WzPUwelwsPk2W37r9zHeL4uRm_sWkkzZpg-IuSPkuTkbjQ01-WzFNrQ/s400/036_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465795744437825266" border="0" /></a>I thought she did great. The teacher spray-painted their hands and then they got to choose an animal to trace over their hands. After that they were on their own - she chose how to segment it and the coloring. Do you see the peace signs on all four corners? She is super-obsessed with peace signs lately, must be a 1st-grade thing!Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-21551015059245870912010-04-28T20:08:00.000-07:002010-04-28T20:51:12.295-07:00Friday with the WaldiesI spent seven months of my mission in a small Chilean town called Peumo -- no doubt you have eaten fruit from the region as most of the townspeople worked in the fields harvesting fruit to send to the U.S. But I am telling you right now that what you get in the store from Chile looks nothing like the amazing fruit I saw and ate there in Peumo. Huge, juicy, and absolutely amazing avocados, grapes, peaches, and the list goes on and on! I was blessed to be there not only for seven months, but also to be with these people: Gary and Joanne Waldie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-UpbxY_L97dSUtmsy1wD8gLNoyGq3ci3LNX2UtqyZu8nAuJb3HEKWu92nZq-fRvKwRFcQOQyina9Y2Q36DE4i4Ivhoq9FaB84VMgd7iCoIECQPeSFgEcrL2AeMj4Nxo5vq3AT11qUbvS/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-UpbxY_L97dSUtmsy1wD8gLNoyGq3ci3LNX2UtqyZu8nAuJb3HEKWu92nZq-fRvKwRFcQOQyina9Y2Q36DE4i4Ivhoq9FaB84VMgd7iCoIECQPeSFgEcrL2AeMj4Nxo5vq3AT11qUbvS/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465391844722568386" border="0" /></a><br />They lived in town and helped us with our work and we had to <span style="font-style: italic;">attempt</span> to teach them Spanish for our weekly service. I say <span style="font-style: italic;">attempt</span> because no matter how many time you taught him, Gary would NEVER conjugate. He'd just say a pronoun followed by the verb and the Chileans understood -- "yo hablar" "ella comer" Gotta love him! Joanne did a little better - she at least attempted to conjugate. (Sara I know you're laughing as you read this and remember the frustration...)<br /><br />Anyway, I am lucky enough to live in the same city as the Waldies. We haven't seen them for a while so last Friday Nate was home from work and we decided to call and drop in on them. We ended up going to lunch and then spending the whole afternoon over there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGlOycFWJ-I4ydiZJJyFw4e64kqeRNSTeG5hL5kjoe5FwOdHRNJ9qCkFa57lo4TNdGPHz3oq5ODnPdB4q6sGxpC4Xm0jv2ce8i-YmMdj9xZIEbbvcwULG7ehVe7ntIEkkHKjcnDa7zSxW/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGlOycFWJ-I4ydiZJJyFw4e64kqeRNSTeG5hL5kjoe5FwOdHRNJ9qCkFa57lo4TNdGPHz3oq5ODnPdB4q6sGxpC4Xm0jv2ce8i-YmMdj9xZIEbbvcwULG7ehVe7ntIEkkHKjcnDa7zSxW/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465391838705288178" border="0" /></a>I must say that I think they love Nate as much as me (and they really like me -- hee! hee!). In fact, standing in their kitchen talking, I noticed they have a picture of Nate with his bobcat on the wall! It cracked me up that they had a picture of Nate in their kitchen.<br /><br />I left for a few minutes to get the girls from school because they haven't seen our girls in a while. They were amazed at how much they've grown (as am I).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqu5M0pPDHSgp4GboFwSUUEKFzVj84SdzGP41_mn8Obs5g2q9uO1k1wECAmtgbvSuA6iBckQdY0LTqprv1SEr6_lCoTVeCCV2h8JB8lM-HZY8mj4HBbHlJviNePriO21n_5hbobf9u6ei/s1600/056.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKaz85kcZa9BvB5x69Ezxv8oXpsD9AM0aZZ4O4pAfzxD4eRLeax0tfflI6XyVHiVlTO4Tgl_3CSp7Ul6BWCkJPxBWSLvFeq_nsVkO7Vbk0aOdyY35vGkOMaIrd-t7fxTtrapkd3PX8OLC/s1600/057.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKaz85kcZa9BvB5x69Ezxv8oXpsD9AM0aZZ4O4pAfzxD4eRLeax0tfflI6XyVHiVlTO4Tgl_3CSp7Ul6BWCkJPxBWSLvFeq_nsVkO7Vbk0aOdyY35vGkOMaIrd-t7fxTtrapkd3PX8OLC/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465396900346215490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqu5M0pPDHSgp4GboFwSUUEKFzVj84SdzGP41_mn8Obs5g2q9uO1k1wECAmtgbvSuA6iBckQdY0LTqprv1SEr6_lCoTVeCCV2h8JB8lM-HZY8mj4HBbHlJviNePriO21n_5hbobf9u6ei/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqu5M0pPDHSgp4GboFwSUUEKFzVj84SdzGP41_mn8Obs5g2q9uO1k1wECAmtgbvSuA6iBckQdY0LTqprv1SEr6_lCoTVeCCV2h8JB8lM-HZY8mj4HBbHlJviNePriO21n_5hbobf9u6ei/s400/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465391819726695970" border="0" /></a>Reagan would not come to me when we were ready to go which is amazing because anyone who knows Reags knows she's an absolute and total momma's girl. She just held on to Joanne and shook her head no to me. She also calls them grandma and grandpa, as do Savy and London.<br /><br />What a great way to spend a Friday afternoon!Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-37576492211433367072010-04-28T16:24:00.001-07:002010-04-28T16:42:54.377-07:00Have YOU ever worn a zucchini?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMZOmSrmNhe9kmESK0lJJ125eJGFzVmsvjfWnI2Rseh-idANsi-9ni_eUMo-JYmlB03FfK1cNRRSgm0kt_ilXEhacDO73op5XHsoSbSa8WalCIOlgAn69umQAgIWZfedl9Nr5aqC_8LrF/s1600/zucchini.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMZOmSrmNhe9kmESK0lJJ125eJGFzVmsvjfWnI2Rseh-idANsi-9ni_eUMo-JYmlB03FfK1cNRRSgm0kt_ilXEhacDO73op5XHsoSbSa8WalCIOlgAn69umQAgIWZfedl9Nr5aqC_8LrF/s400/zucchini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465333421096482866" border="0" /></a> Saturday the girls went to a birthday party and oh the stories I heard after the party! Stories about how Savannah nearly had to wear a zucchini swimming! I quickly figured out that she meant "bikini" and had a good laugh. Just try to imagine the drama that a seven year old puts into a story about how she had to wear her friend's swimsuit and she got stuck with the bikini . . . a.k.a. the most immodest thing in the world! She told me how she convinced one of the girls to trade with her - oh the relief of not having to wear a zucchini!!! I was just beaming with pride inside that she was freaking out about the modestly rather than relishing the fact that mom would never know that she wore a bikini (and believe me, I could see my Savs doing just that). My girls definitely have modesty ingrained in their little brains and I hope it's there to stay. <br /><br />On another note, I was thinking about how mother/daughter relationships erode as young girls grow older and was trying to figure out how to keep them telling me things and realized that often I am listening as I'm doing something else. So I recently started asking each of them to tell me one good thing and one bad thing about their day. I sit at the kitchen table and totally focus and look at them. They love it. London's eyes get so big with each story. And to tell you the truth, I love it. I love all the things they think are so darn important and there have been good conversations that have ensued - some funny and some just good teaching opportunities. <br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Mandi/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Mandi/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Mandi/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-32972096494409035172009-12-10T07:36:00.000-08:002009-12-10T07:39:00.789-08:00Late Thanksgiving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSvJ8H0xdPxiKCPoirNq3eOxj6dEJKyDlEYOAmXTWz_XodmeHAy_6wjkBRAXreqpRgw116CN3afVa3SriGFhDeZyiPps7G3op0iBAviOm4u5OGv55Mmp9RGK81pbcn-tOSZV_VnF0RDTFT/s1600-h/8130+Thanksgiving+Reagan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSvJ8H0xdPxiKCPoirNq3eOxj6dEJKyDlEYOAmXTWz_XodmeHAy_6wjkBRAXreqpRgw116CN3afVa3SriGFhDeZyiPps7G3op0iBAviOm4u5OGv55Mmp9RGK81pbcn-tOSZV_VnF0RDTFT/s400/8130+Thanksgiving+Reagan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413632177812381346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't take my camera to Thanksgiving dinner so this is the only picture I have from the holiday, curtesy of Amy. Reagan, as you can tell, quite enjoyed having all that food AND a big girl cup!<br /><br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-36381330675639974392009-12-01T18:20:00.001-08:002009-12-01T18:28:34.827-08:00Dear SantaWhile I went out shopping Friday morning with my mom and sisters, Nate helped the girls make Christmas lists and it turned out quite interesting. . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Savannah's Christmas List </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(in her exact words)</span><br /><br /></div>1. hair fixing doll with head and neck (you can fix her hair and spray it and put all kinds of sparkles on it).<br />2. Furry coat that's warm.<br />3. Webkin that's a lion.<br />4. Candy necklace-making kit.<br />5. Barbie that comes w/ clothes.<br />6. Lots of Barbie clothes.<br />7. Lipstick (all kinds and colors).<br />8. Make-up set with lots of make-up.<br />9. Disney Princess Barbies (Sleeping Beauty doll. She is comfy.)<br />10. Hula Hoop.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">London's Christmas List </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(in her exact words).</span><br /><br /></div>1. Gooey eyeball like Savy's.<br />2. Wall-e and Eve stuffed animals.<br />3. Candy maker that makes every candy.<br />4. Harry Potter setup (stuff that Harry Potter has). Note: she's especially excited to get the cloak that makes you invisible -- I hear about that all the time.<br />5. Wall-e blanket and bedspread.<br />6. Orange wig.<br />7. An E.T. that if you pull it's cord it walks around.<br />8. Wall-e bike.<br />9. Clouds of Meatballs -- the movie (whatever that is!)<br />10. Hula Hoop.<br /><br />You can really see their personalities! I don't know where London came from, but she's definitely an interesting child! I hope she's not too disappointed on Christmas morning!Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-90360270904745320162009-11-18T07:48:00.000-08:002009-11-18T07:58:39.439-08:00just a thought. . .<h1 style="text-align: center;" id="anonymous_element_1"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/11/18/government.improper.payments/index.html">White House reports billions of improper payments in 2009</a></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><br />The CNN article above claims $98 billion in improper payments were made in 2009.<br /><br />Do we really want these people running our health care?<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />I don't. </span><br /><br /><br />p.s. another thought:<br /><br />How many pages is the Constitution? Compare that to the health care bill which is about 2000+ pages. Do we really need 2000+ pages for <span style="font-style: italic;">health care</span> when the Constitution -- which changed the world forever by creating the most prosperous country ever before seen through it's limited government and free market system -- is only about 20 pages (depending on your font size)?<br /><br /><br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-29217506987612324492009-11-06T14:37:00.000-08:002009-11-06T14:44:33.770-08:00Finally - Savy lost a tooth!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGxHqbKrf4hWxKNbKHeL3LJmLegh1I_G5CqeEuhHv6qCCgIrzzqoWeJQSR4j5SbQQAomYGmIUGSTH74xQLM3FLFMpIjY-BePdStHEOrPJ4Fe8cVvSFX9NOcTPjOug59wdui2i-rH5iGnc/s1600-h/IMG_3419.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGxHqbKrf4hWxKNbKHeL3LJmLegh1I_G5CqeEuhHv6qCCgIrzzqoWeJQSR4j5SbQQAomYGmIUGSTH74xQLM3FLFMpIjY-BePdStHEOrPJ4Fe8cVvSFX9NOcTPjOug59wdui2i-rH5iGnc/s400/IMG_3419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123856512626466" border="0" /></a> I last posted about London's lost tooth and how upsetting this was to Savannah that her younger sister lost one before her. Well, yesterday Savannah comes home with a kleenex and a very loose tooth which decided to come out in the middle of Target. Lovely. After searching Target's floor for a while, we finally found the tooth and Savy was ecstatic.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BUT London is not to be outdone. . . . </span><br />her second tooth fell out only two hours later.<br />Curse little sisters!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsIPOl_619cQiGOWj3E99Ul3v5e84CMhrncq_FaVOK7Z3Oc9c5QK04gc94n_2kRLoTU9H3SUr_eAAYlmxCIEqIc5HnL_joovV2pq5f6pRQxmnwdgKxbZE2Hr2Zuf6g4SqzIYstZqXUlZ6/s1600-h/IMG_3424.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsIPOl_619cQiGOWj3E99Ul3v5e84CMhrncq_FaVOK7Z3Oc9c5QK04gc94n_2kRLoTU9H3SUr_eAAYlmxCIEqIc5HnL_joovV2pq5f6pRQxmnwdgKxbZE2Hr2Zuf6g4SqzIYstZqXUlZ6/s400/IMG_3424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401124951082312946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and, for the life of me, I could not get a normal picture of these two weirdos!</span></span><br /><br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-66998592175460129292009-11-05T08:35:00.000-08:002009-11-05T08:48:22.609-08:00London's first lost tooth<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwvnLHfSDnM3Tysnqg3qD50r7zMnUrMOK8jhn4t-TTYrcHv5eL17ey3-OIXcwh7frGWYuqThqHIGGSQhEvOTuuDJoM92UMfTuJ46IfkMsgGzmCZYei_lSyVOZoBh3ZiHqxp3dpZDqweYE/s1600-h/IMG_3393.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwvnLHfSDnM3Tysnqg3qD50r7zMnUrMOK8jhn4t-TTYrcHv5eL17ey3-OIXcwh7frGWYuqThqHIGGSQhEvOTuuDJoM92UMfTuJ46IfkMsgGzmCZYei_lSyVOZoBh3ZiHqxp3dpZDqweYE/s400/IMG_3393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400660963998365714" border="0" /></a>On Sunday London lost her first tooth<br />(thank you, Halloween candy). <br /><br />It turned out to be a rather dramatic experience between London's excitement and Savannah's despair (she, 15 months older, has yet to lose a tooth). I think Savy's the only first grader with all her baby teeth still . . . and it really bothers her. She even has one growing in behind a baby tooth, but that little tooth is happy where it is and doesn't want to dislodge! The last two times we've been to the dentist she's asked why she hasn't lost any teeth yet. <br /><br />And now London beat her to it. <br /><br />Sometimes having little sisters just isn't fun. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The whole experience has made me ponder about all the little competitions and issues we may have while having two girlies growing up so close in age. Should be fun. . .<br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-26230715534269959982009-11-03T19:11:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:38:49.244-08:00Halloween!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVSg9YU_QLYx-BbuXFikKFEpGZVukTE9QK8RaCW9Ag5z6vu7Vy-XDxHZlMYisJQhRcKAw9XZgdwGBuPX4n0Icm5Q8zQUyVQfdaCqMMiZK_FmDzlEU63aLsyOiBWfzYLzc11pPpebO-IM6/s1600-h/WALLER+GIRLS.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVSg9YU_QLYx-BbuXFikKFEpGZVukTE9QK8RaCW9Ag5z6vu7Vy-XDxHZlMYisJQhRcKAw9XZgdwGBuPX4n0Icm5Q8zQUyVQfdaCqMMiZK_FmDzlEU63aLsyOiBWfzYLzc11pPpebO-IM6/s400/WALLER+GIRLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082185169257346" border="0" /></a>The "Pirate-Girl"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AxN1rChxV7W6o150qjofv8998vOk69IWufGfS31eAaynowtosGVdVD35kSaZREZDdn3VTx0p1JbKaxGs-46BfKb_Sqqqod7BI3_lFoi2aXjJQEwxNYGSh7p_58mr7xAZP4gmQF0gSmtq/s1600-h/103109+Savs+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbdYoH9zd8nl66ZNQg0jB_31iHVh4qjJauNDUr3wCqkVquljQx24w9JDXKpnMq84ITEhjpVrVSETPZupvvjgiiUSmuABpXRAPx_K00_D-UudgWclaBB0EpN3_a3IYHJDpwni1U4in2LeV/s400/103109+London+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081375295142882" border="0" /></a>and the sweet little lion<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDmOU_fKzrOy2JYWuVXP6JgMtQdcVOPVv52zWkJsIKUAP8p9F7xvvjn1gF3v6vyBdDeMVgeSfFtEwllM5hN6sW58tL7KL8V7a-mFNe2JjJX_SKYVKL7-8dQmMRwOBH5Wij3NlbN3b30SP/s1600-h/103109+Reagan+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDmOU_fKzrOy2JYWuVXP6JgMtQdcVOPVv52zWkJsIKUAP8p9F7xvvjn1gF3v6vyBdDeMVgeSfFtEwllM5hN6sW58tL7KL8V7a-mFNe2JjJX_SKYVKL7-8dQmMRwOBH5Wij3NlbN3b30SP/s400/103109+Reagan+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081390067118898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM71fX59ThMeBSOt8jnlMTcwwfph-qOh3iWYznSRR89b25nLbgoZfeDIbnrwlOfDb6WJjkkV-CDgwjne9DNj7YWbDEIgXJBKCXSSSXDJFhJ1B60ZuyYsEgSMEUqv4w62_LvFDyPWHBgZI0/s1600-h/103109+Reagan+2+small.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCmfylnUfA9vXhJhXjgipO4Y01byZhJoygwxOAlyHIA5Ryt_Uu9EpQ2gEXULmVae5L3RTVuChkiyT8OsNR-18ohV3H1De4DEqBqA3Ic5qzSveFMXFqGCt2zIDmmnyJGHKL_hEw1qyDuG0/s400/IMG_3299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082208612453682" border="0" /></a>The group ready to go trick-or-treating!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3LdNotrls2SNfHc3hMgXzY__vlalcEPE4XZsRsdkAzTCyDRx0wCt1hCEtBGUgTFOQoaH1HfiXIhGsWt9uplujvs4syPrMeuex4QewyroQq4tRD4qX-sL3NFCsisX5FjOnqsjwlxTAfH6/s1600-h/IMG_3323.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3LdNotrls2SNfHc3hMgXzY__vlalcEPE4XZsRsdkAzTCyDRx0wCt1hCEtBGUgTFOQoaH1HfiXIhGsWt9uplujvs4syPrMeuex4QewyroQq4tRD4qX-sL3NFCsisX5FjOnqsjwlxTAfH6/s400/IMG_3323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082994428742738" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo1AmxRH-o-stVMCf5ccU9pFJxV9orPJuvC9OtjWc5feHCZ90XIqlngM9pGpiz1UmmVbfbheOzAZ95ZzkG0Fq6pjPFUjyBCycURK1SMoK-e7iWzpe8OIHaErdBYEytLHnsEmk1RAzROZx/s1600-h/IMG_3335.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo1AmxRH-o-stVMCf5ccU9pFJxV9orPJuvC9OtjWc5feHCZ90XIqlngM9pGpiz1UmmVbfbheOzAZ95ZzkG0Fq6pjPFUjyBCycURK1SMoK-e7iWzpe8OIHaErdBYEytLHnsEmk1RAzROZx/s400/IMG_3335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083004741666690" border="0" /></a><br />Their neighborhood was quite festive and for the first time ever, I was tempted to take pictures of people and their displays. So here we go with more picture overload! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4UKODSWbiMe-OPZCtLbkWxkcYhBMF9_rY6uTGFzzsnQPo0zBQ00XXuKDBxuFbr1NzW6gWNe4A_gCmlQ3n8vXZCpsrpW6WVe_ztuoRaunjN3tnp6tF9jrGDBOzMfqE-7fubp1s6JRfJD95/s1600-h/London+w+monster+cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4UKODSWbiMe-OPZCtLbkWxkcYhBMF9_rY6uTGFzzsnQPo0zBQ00XXuKDBxuFbr1NzW6gWNe4A_gCmlQ3n8vXZCpsrpW6WVe_ztuoRaunjN3tnp6tF9jrGDBOzMfqE-7fubp1s6JRfJD95/s400/London+w+monster+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083585142708034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPklYpLFDAiw4UmutWbYjc3BgI24eg7ri-zDS9dZbtKoWVYhJ2__FUZmbHICrEzVjfkL0xhsz72kDr88RnPheudSGXk3pmTenQCU9aNM1hGgV_BKPec1-zyN3tMlMpYp1hpWy2gpcZxQd/s1600-h/Savs+w+monster+cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPnSkSPspGDbtvEn4UXoFPi5oRLOsjB1vjlbNjoU4WfQEMA5nBv_MS4cPR5HsPSxs6XMxrMTO9-8OsWAO9LoOiU43g_VleHUJn6ng0lenqHyAS6t2sr5dJyWK04sCd7NgMFjj5jbG7mee/s400/IMG_3367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083560013014770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKk1ez3mASrOr2shbTlTjpJkB7yvNvaRpXKrzhyphenhyphenPjBV6c7LUQm8E0eAjPb67UBvlgg0T2sJbpkVxIYgAE6Ik3L2j5mFYHgGVpYMNltB2I3V6Vdt6ctRdYM_X37ZIC7hLU3wqG-4USHz83/s1600-h/IMG_3360.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKk1ez3mASrOr2shbTlTjpJkB7yvNvaRpXKrzhyphenhyphenPjBV6c7LUQm8E0eAjPb67UBvlgg0T2sJbpkVxIYgAE6Ik3L2j5mFYHgGVpYMNltB2I3V6Vdt6ctRdYM_X37ZIC7hLU3wqG-4USHz83/s400/IMG_3360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083558960881858" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The very independent trick-or-treater!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlwKIjml82ToIfopGd39aOR6wZCbRkCcOe06x4mGBqu-OoKlsu44vscum7Cxkc2g7Fp0Vw6EQ8TuacMiHarEPNCwfvhI5Pm-mel72kJJvLSUWlfueuWZZ8m82opBsmR2Xw87zhANnKggu/s1600-h/IMG_3358.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlwKIjml82ToIfopGd39aOR6wZCbRkCcOe06x4mGBqu-OoKlsu44vscum7Cxkc2g7Fp0Vw6EQ8TuacMiHarEPNCwfvhI5Pm-mel72kJJvLSUWlfueuWZZ8m82opBsmR2Xw87zhANnKggu/s400/IMG_3358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083018697702706" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7-xfVpURzGBeF3Ab6kQuu8VB02oP7VjlHX0jjAdkOw__OADBd4V9tlW__BHBhI9TnBDRXh2olDlnYy_7gMj6hDa0AJ4UCEwCcJcQggCB3m-ZUb9tCObCcFdlZ6DobzQ_CTmd7MMLMjC9/s1600-h/IMG_3354.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7-xfVpURzGBeF3Ab6kQuu8VB02oP7VjlHX0jjAdkOw__OADBd4V9tlW__BHBhI9TnBDRXh2olDlnYy_7gMj6hDa0AJ4UCEwCcJcQggCB3m-ZUb9tCObCcFdlZ6DobzQ_CTmd7MMLMjC9/s400/IMG_3354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083011299729346" border="0" /></a>Tom fit into their creepy display quite nicely, don't you think?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIC6q12TA_R_4uOrS4fg6KvdKrj_p5d1vUe4FgCyPzngFYKjlOLmrizLO05pfTMqL6Jg1pVJD3MJRnRFJlltvc8zcz9MjeSCxjWZvYodaanOiETAz54NCAVMrzPa0rHo26lLdThzgnduYR/s1600-h/IMG_3350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIC6q12TA_R_4uOrS4fg6KvdKrj_p5d1vUe4FgCyPzngFYKjlOLmrizLO05pfTMqL6Jg1pVJD3MJRnRFJlltvc8zcz9MjeSCxjWZvYodaanOiETAz54NCAVMrzPa0rHo26lLdThzgnduYR/s400/IMG_3350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083008613821890" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and finally, checking out the loot . . . .<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRI7yYBcHIwytQIMGwA3gn5b_jrsgPvXueQE9my5zMAg6PmnY5YSpm3IEglWAFSLYMZHeb4Z6n4tpPpiG6k1ZQ3qv-M13zSdcUlmUUNPf-1HT9z8CxNcAzJGgQue5dSRwHk181EF6AYkg-/s1600-h/IMG_3372.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRI7yYBcHIwytQIMGwA3gn5b_jrsgPvXueQE9my5zMAg6PmnY5YSpm3IEglWAFSLYMZHeb4Z6n4tpPpiG6k1ZQ3qv-M13zSdcUlmUUNPf-1HT9z8CxNcAzJGgQue5dSRwHk181EF6AYkg-/s400/IMG_3372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084484913444066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTjpiR6kQAwpxcTIGlxQ-mTI1e3kcfPdUHGWj4reTnSacCLwy_3xJHDT2416toXvchykzZ07s2PaW-SrYh0RheiAlhQFJpAZq68QkgtFoBAYsaMdNBud_0yJg-78CshYOdBLsLIr_xaB7/s1600-h/IMG_3375.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTjpiR6kQAwpxcTIGlxQ-mTI1e3kcfPdUHGWj4reTnSacCLwy_3xJHDT2416toXvchykzZ07s2PaW-SrYh0RheiAlhQFJpAZq68QkgtFoBAYsaMdNBud_0yJg-78CshYOdBLsLIr_xaB7/s400/IMG_3375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084196359388690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1tbW10iluI02eEWsmnGUyBQMbakkbITLt2hJ7-YZRxhjnx2bmmiT9BIBDIX7Z-ZcxW_ND0K-z1G1QvGPZ_7BEOojo6Q-8DXe3dNDgVyjPjI91Itue-3CB3xgxB0yLxor7zK9a5TpOumZ/s1600-h/IMG_3373.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1tbW10iluI02eEWsmnGUyBQMbakkbITLt2hJ7-YZRxhjnx2bmmiT9BIBDIX7Z-ZcxW_ND0K-z1G1QvGPZ_7BEOojo6Q-8DXe3dNDgVyjPjI91Itue-3CB3xgxB0yLxor7zK9a5TpOumZ/s400/IMG_3373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084192782211618" border="0" /></a>I hope you had as fun a holiday as we did! <br /></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-50629006902531096072009-09-21T20:30:00.000-07:002009-09-21T20:59:13.090-07:00REWIND: Savannah's Kindergarten Graduation<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoP96cRG0bx6LhRVY_dQRn_sk7mI1KbmHbaTRtpfKEMFawh_Y0wowoVo8oCU3r6nJY3fQtrlkaIvOx-AmUsgyXRl1dEB-QWqDSm6fnaY6_i6ox5x0MW_ezqOWp3SyqlKROXL5HdXhS-tkm/s1600-h/509+Savs+graduation+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoP96cRG0bx6LhRVY_dQRn_sk7mI1KbmHbaTRtpfKEMFawh_Y0wowoVo8oCU3r6nJY3fQtrlkaIvOx-AmUsgyXRl1dEB-QWqDSm6fnaY6_i6ox5x0MW_ezqOWp3SyqlKROXL5HdXhS-tkm/s400/509+Savs+graduation+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132704377095634" border="0" /></a>Wow! <br />It's only been four months and I swear she looks so young in these pictures! Time flies too fast (and it scares me a little). <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygTOMIh_A8krPvVBWPkTZ3oCCo0V3VYbI_BMWo9o52DHc8JHgyT9DaI2jjLuBNRUKRBP0ExLjOFnJJ1W5DnoesW7Aba6NyEaCZDS0DRvdoSQNV_8hfdYRBgcrgenvkzB8uhWVKfrFP7N_/s1600-h/0509+Aidan+kinder+class.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygTOMIh_A8krPvVBWPkTZ3oCCo0V3VYbI_BMWo9o52DHc8JHgyT9DaI2jjLuBNRUKRBP0ExLjOFnJJ1W5DnoesW7Aba6NyEaCZDS0DRvdoSQNV_8hfdYRBgcrgenvkzB8uhWVKfrFP7N_/s400/0509+Aidan+kinder+class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132562131683970" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxucIRAizttcpqsCh6kpXbCPn5DuwZWDdPTb8NihaaOJ-h08M2uIEaSAIGCn9eFqoLip-9enq2VCcDEG2n67qQkYCNsinCrBneSxD7_FbNSwMGTCmvsp_mtI3_gGqScIj7VrA15-GjdFEy/s1600-h/0509+Sav+getting+attendance+award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxucIRAizttcpqsCh6kpXbCPn5DuwZWDdPTb8NihaaOJ-h08M2uIEaSAIGCn9eFqoLip-9enq2VCcDEG2n67qQkYCNsinCrBneSxD7_FbNSwMGTCmvsp_mtI3_gGqScIj7VrA15-GjdFEy/s400/0509+Sav+getting+attendance+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132699064681298" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Receiving her perfect attendance award from the principal, Mr. McCloud. She also received a medallion which she wore for two weeks after school ended. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RweK_SetwM8gQL4L__Azq29VKCeBkeiZMVgI0emS217uPsOxxQD0IBhkTkpTUwXKseckgV3RsXM49x2B3PWZPoYceKiAVOXQpgRhDks-PrZ0ZiYsyr-UqYf-kaAH-j2RDCiXJ-oeMndt/s1600-h/509+Mandi+%26+Savs+graduation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RweK_SetwM8gQL4L__Azq29VKCeBkeiZMVgI0emS217uPsOxxQD0IBhkTkpTUwXKseckgV3RsXM49x2B3PWZPoYceKiAVOXQpgRhDks-PrZ0ZiYsyr-UqYf-kaAH-j2RDCiXJ-oeMndt/s400/509+Mandi+%26+Savs+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132563971507010" border="0" /></a>Really hard for me to put a picture of myself up, but here it is out there for posterity's sake. Savy can never do normal smiles for cameras, but she's so cute that it really doesn't matter.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lwFlby6Y9NRn-l7GC4zN2uiMRYXcTDBTPaW19MfnLMvcQy3p3alx4foMFCsac0V07ycSdX5nTCi8SJpN1GYxBxRdZAZP_TaPoKwiVLTZemdUkMusMZ9od_nVNGCCQCkqbWi1D_yUNtlv/s1600-h/may+2009+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lwFlby6Y9NRn-l7GC4zN2uiMRYXcTDBTPaW19MfnLMvcQy3p3alx4foMFCsac0V07ycSdX5nTCi8SJpN1GYxBxRdZAZP_TaPoKwiVLTZemdUkMusMZ9od_nVNGCCQCkqbWi1D_yUNtlv/s400/may+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809247577640274" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Cammack.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-ynYoaSkhVdJZnegd2JcUtod85wJgAE-zJYPeUIMIBvtKA3LCnkvrJFgTZIJODoaQ-SndiTjZOUCImE3cm_PfehptygLupTiWEQar6lL8Fbj2ionEqeP0w1AL8FM1u0azKE5gBnm4L4c/s1600-h/509+A+%26+Savs+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-ynYoaSkhVdJZnegd2JcUtod85wJgAE-zJYPeUIMIBvtKA3LCnkvrJFgTZIJODoaQ-SndiTjZOUCImE3cm_PfehptygLupTiWEQar6lL8Fbj2ionEqeP0w1AL8FM1u0azKE5gBnm4L4c/s400/509+A+%26+Savs+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132399062965938" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Christiansen, the teacher's aide.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzyyTb5zoAFhyphenhyphen5nVFUSb4LQdcNNg2W6OvAP8dFIGwy0mGxmQWi_zYwXyqhZgqEjGcOklL0KcE0ZH4Lnc81QqUTCATlGEN0gAp9PFpMWdAbIXyri77evuknru6NztEDj6Nt7vbhmpD9v7D/s1600-h/0509+Aidan+graduation+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzyyTb5zoAFhyphenhyphen5nVFUSb4LQdcNNg2W6OvAP8dFIGwy0mGxmQWi_zYwXyqhZgqEjGcOklL0KcE0ZH4Lnc81QqUTCATlGEN0gAp9PFpMWdAbIXyri77evuknru6NztEDj6Nt7vbhmpD9v7D/s400/0509+Aidan+graduation+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132404782720898" border="0" /></a>1st GRADE!!!??!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DRqLgiSY1MePG6Swk5xe1oWPnHqF7UaRK8Go5M8mo9r0ObOlFoo6jqZdqgvUWCGeAaGm66771oLD3S3ScvOSUdFdtksXbuzddtlXUH1N3XrhOUh103W1-axPZ9ibfRiFOcuj-Tx4dStr/s1600-h/0509+reagan+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DRqLgiSY1MePG6Swk5xe1oWPnHqF7UaRK8Go5M8mo9r0ObOlFoo6jqZdqgvUWCGeAaGm66771oLD3S3ScvOSUdFdtksXbuzddtlXUH1N3XrhOUh103W1-axPZ9ibfRiFOcuj-Tx4dStr/s400/0509+reagan+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132571034808914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqODE2tkLBx11dZXfna9Ofc-P56dpktE3nL3TiYQMg0GqTa4dDXCyDYCUvYTO76caNBGR4uZnVljBc-jtTmEoSK9zP3au2Qt4-tIG0VE3fFCjXzdhPHxHKPPURMZoanPJWXHcnWnL8gFb7/s1600-h/may+2009+046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqODE2tkLBx11dZXfna9Ofc-P56dpktE3nL3TiYQMg0GqTa4dDXCyDYCUvYTO76caNBGR4uZnVljBc-jtTmEoSK9zP3au2Qt4-tIG0VE3fFCjXzdhPHxHKPPURMZoanPJWXHcnWnL8gFb7/s400/may+2009+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809260429928546" border="0" /></a>This picture turned out blurry but I just love it because of the way Reagan's looking at Aidan. These two definitely have a bond and love eachother! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH3jFXVZP-83TV0IWqjE5bkaAKGL2PbOWoZUIRoxFdOQ8HhOt9LLhWWZ33rUDqM-E87AeUETiROszp71fHS1wJT6ufnI3cwziduK6saiKSz_Z1s0LYsTrMcWzgayChudxRMTBEaHMG9cY/s1600-h/509+Waller+girls+at+K+graduation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH3jFXVZP-83TV0IWqjE5bkaAKGL2PbOWoZUIRoxFdOQ8HhOt9LLhWWZ33rUDqM-E87AeUETiROszp71fHS1wJT6ufnI3cwziduK6saiKSz_Z1s0LYsTrMcWzgayChudxRMTBEaHMG9cY/s400/509+Waller+girls+at+K+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384132712878899394" border="0" /></a>my chicas </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span></div>Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132404555570290505.post-71518284277120682322009-09-12T21:11:00.001-07:002009-09-12T21:27:55.780-07:00Updates<div style="text-align: center;">Savannah<br /></div><br />She loves first grade, but can't seem to remember any of her friends' names (she's a blond through and through). Still jabbering constantly and just as crafty as ever. I went shopping today in her bedroom where she and London had set up a whole store full of home-made books (I love seeing how she's trying to spell things) and cherry pies (a paper plate colored and then the sides folded up - very clever). I even gave her real pennies and she was thrilled beyond belief. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">London<br /></div><br />London, on the other hand, will name off about six names of her "best friends" in two seconds. She is quite the popular girl and I can just see her thriving in kindergarten. Everyday is something new and exciting. She is still just as obsessed with Wall-e and Eve as ever and claims she will name her children after them someday. Her vast array of stuffed animals that she insists on sleeping with have suddenly been hung from the bunk bed above her which makes the ordeal of making her bed much easier as the animals are now hanging instead of falling between the wall and bed. She's a funny girl with her hanging stuffed animals over her head. Her number one bedfellow is still Aslan - her stuffed lion from Santa a few years back when she was a baby. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pres. Obama Speech at School<br /></div><br />One funny thing that happened this week was when I asked them about Pres. Obama's speech to the children. The only thing they had to say about it was that "he said bad words, mom." My girls have taken me very literally and very serious about what not to say. In our house we never say words like "hate" or "stupid." NEVER. So, to them, they are super-bad words and I guess Pres. Obama said stupid a few times. I read the speech beforehand, but failed to notice that. I thought it was pretty funny that they were appalled. After clearing that up, they then told me that he told them to do good in school. Good. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reagan<br /></div><br />I still can't leave the house without people commenting on her! Seriously, it's every time I go out. Today Nate took her to Sportsman's Warehouse where they fawned all over her then I was stopped twice in Wal-mart. One time was a lady telling me she should be in a Swiss Miss commercial. People are funny. <br /><br />Reagan has a mouth full of teeth now. She refuses to even attempt to talk, but she'll laugh her head off at you (London especially). I can't figure out if the lack of talking is due to her love of binkies or laziness or something else. The girl has also discovered dancing and will dance to anything with a beat -- the other day she danced and wiggled in the cart at Fry's to the background music in the store. Funny girl.Mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12094385617894005307noreply@blogger.com4