<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:44:16.778-07:00</updated><category term='October in a &quot;Nut shell&quot;'/><title type='text'>Cam &amp; Wendy's Crew</title><subtitle type='html'>Home of Cameron, Wendy, Kaylee Jo,   Emmie and Jaynee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-1087261719810507164</id><published>2009-01-07T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:19:51.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>We've all heard a picture is worth a thousand words, and I think these pictures capture what truly made my dad the happiest. Here are some from the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiT490y7I/AAAAAAAAA44/_KJgA0fNq88/s1600-h/SCAN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiT490y7I/AAAAAAAAA44/_KJgA0fNq88/s400/SCAN0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288811800009427890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa holding Kaylee. This picture just looks like he is so proud of his little grand baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiTt6mnCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZYsP2r8kfrc/s1600-h/SCAN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiTt6mnCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZYsP2r8kfrc/s400/SCAN0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288811797043125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Kaylee Jo's first check up. Grandpa thoroughly enjoyed this! I love his smile in this picture as he listens to her chest. This was always a face he made when he listened in his stethoscope-I am so happy I have it captured when he was listening to Kaylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiTKEX6iI/AAAAAAAAA4o/O40ORk410TY/s1600-h/PICT0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiTKEX6iI/AAAAAAAAA4o/O40ORk410TY/s400/PICT0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288811787420428834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two proud grandparents checking out Jaynee for the first time. This will be one of the hardest parts of losing dad. I always knew dad would be there to hold the babies right after they were born. He always held them just like he is in this picture. I love his face and smile. This picture captures so many feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiSXWzaOI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ybFhzyBm1Jw/s1600-h/Winter+and+Spring+2004+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiSXWzaOI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ybFhzyBm1Jw/s400/Winter+and+Spring+2004+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288811773807519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and Emmie. She was such a fussy baby-this was actually "happy" for Emmie and I am so glad this was captured in a picture with her grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeEFDXJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GHFTPod0BE4/s1600-h/SCAN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeEFDXJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GHFTPod0BE4/s400/SCAN0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807130329458498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a favorite because it shows how he played with his grand kids. This was taken a few years ago in Idaho. I love his sandals and socks-so him! What could be better than a grandpa who will play in the sand and build a castle with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeDmG0FCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/sdsSpRiV2xQ/s1600-h/PICT0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeDmG0FCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/sdsSpRiV2xQ/s400/PICT0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807122022437922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad loved to take bike rides. In fact, he usually rode his bike to work any time the weather permitted. This was taken a few years ago when Kaylee Jo was learning how to ride. He loved to go down on the trail by the river to the lake with all of  his grand kids and mom. He would take up the rear, as always, so he could watch them all and laugh at the silly things they did and saw along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeC9zmn-I/AAAAAAAAA4A/6iVK4jBdaCg/s1600-h/SCAN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeC9zmn-I/AAAAAAAAA4A/6iVK4jBdaCg/s400/SCAN0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807111204446178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has been the Easter bunny for as long as he has had grand kids old enough to hunt for eggs. He would put on his ears, hold his giant basket that he and mom filled with eggs, and hide them all over the yard. My friend who lives behind mom and dad said it was one of her favorite things to see-Dad's pink ears peeking over the fence in the yard as he went around the yard hiding eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeCeFyLHI/AAAAAAAAA34/23o_8i972Kw/s1600-h/PICT0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeCeFyLHI/AAAAAAAAA34/23o_8i972Kw/s400/PICT0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807102690765938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Easter bunny couple."  Such a great picture! Mom and Dad loved doing this and this is one of the memories my kids have already talked about. They loved how their grandpa wore his funny ears and hid the eggs. Mom and dad are such a wonderful example of love towards one another and their family-they did these kinds of fun things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeB32cgAI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hiOHMjpJFWA/s1600-h/PICT0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWeB32cgAI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hiOHMjpJFWA/s400/PICT0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807092425883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He hid them all over the yard-in the bushes, under the bushes, in the fence holes, in the hubcaps,  in the trees, up the rain gutters...in fact, mom found one months after Easter was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa7fmSitI/AAAAAAAAA3o/uZgC0S7EpXE/s1600-h/PICT0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa7fmSitI/AAAAAAAAA3o/uZgC0S7EpXE/s400/PICT0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288803684301572818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken on the fourth of July (08). Jaynee stayed with grandpa the whole time and was very concerned about the loud noises, but I think she felt very safe in grandpa's arms; I can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa7NKaWyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/r4spaI30Erg/s1600-h/P1000473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa7NKaWyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/r4spaI30Erg/s400/P1000473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288803679352806178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee and grandpa at South Fork this fall (08). I love her smile-she was just so happy being with her grandpa. His face is so happy to me-just so content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa62P3c1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/1AeY9QmGcJk/s1600-h/P1000422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa62P3c1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/1AeY9QmGcJk/s400/P1000422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288803673201668946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granpa played softball with the kids all the time. He was always the pitcher and would do some crazy wind-ups to try and fool them into when he was going to throw the ball. I snapped this picture and after taking a closer look, am so happy I did-look at his face-that is just him. He paused the whole game to smile at Jaynee running through the middle of the field-so patient and so happy to have them all around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa6WVbFzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/QqH2URthXjg/s1600-h/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa6WVbFzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/QqH2URthXjg/s400/P1000392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288803664635041586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa having a conversation with some of the little girl grand kids. He always made them laugh when he would talk to them about them being his little squirrels. He would tell them they all had bushy tails and they would just laugh and laugh. I know they never wondered if their grandpa loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa6I1qsfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/R7oOBDmdrb0/s1600-h/P1000389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWa6I1qsfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/R7oOBDmdrb0/s400/P1000389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288803661012185586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorites. This is my dad-a protector. He has always been that role in my life-a protector, my safety net, always quietly there. This is Kaylee, Jaynee and Emmie and Grandpa watching them as they sit by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTb4BpTOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/C4pldlmn-bg/s1600-h/whole%2520fam%25201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTb4BpTOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/C4pldlmn-bg/s400/whole%2520fam%25201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795444521553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our last family picture taken. This was taken in July. I think my dad looks so happy here; surrounded by his little squirrels and all of us who felt his happiness and love everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTbkOqweI/AAAAAAAAA24/SaocrB2b7GM/s1600-h/P1000614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTbkOqweI/AAAAAAAAA24/SaocrB2b7GM/s400/P1000614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795439207465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is on Halloween night. We took a drive over to grandma Allen's little care center, and dad had already taken Halloween candy over to her before we all got there so that we could trick -or-treat her. Dad is sitting beside her trying to fix her hearing aid so that she could hear us. He took such wonderful, careful care of grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTa6sqQGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fJqMK6Te-1M/s1600-h/P1000603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTa6sqQGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fJqMK6Te-1M/s400/P1000603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795428058972258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's tradition. Grandpa's squirrels go to his office every Halloween and trick-or-treat. Dad always dressed up-from Mickey mouse, Colonel potter, superman and this year-his letter man's jacket and his jeans rolled up with white socks. It was a highlight in his day whenever we came in. He would always stop doing what he was doing, and make sure we were taken care of, had a treat and many times he would introduce us to his patients and tell them all about the grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTaXendmI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lVi05WJQVxI/s1600-h/IMG00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTaXendmI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lVi05WJQVxI/s400/IMG00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795418604828258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last procedure that he performed for our family. Jaynee broke her arm on Friday and I am so glad she did or we wouldn't have these pictures. I will never forget these moments he tenderly took care of her arm and gave her a little tiny pink cast. I hope Jaynee will always remember this also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTZvazBHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NmbfuJbjJJg/s1600-h/IMG_6580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWTZvazBHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NmbfuJbjJJg/s400/IMG_6580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795407851390066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you came to the funeral, you heard me tell the story about dad's one blue Christmas light. Dad loved blue, he was color blind but blue was one color he could see. For years he has wanted to put up all blue Christmas lights, but comprimised with a red, green and white assortment. However, for the past 4 years, he has managed to put up one blue light and hide it somewhere among the others. Each year he would finish hanging the lights and then tell mom that she had to go and find the one blue light. Dad passed away 2 days before Christmas, and so the lights remained on through the holidays of course. I found his one blue light the night he passed away and found myself giggling and crying at the same time. It just felt like he was right there with me.&lt;br /&gt;My parent's neighbors gave this tribute to my dad. A friend of mine took the picture and sent it to me. That night they put one blue light on their house and kept it up until they turned their lights off after the new year. Thank you Hoffmans! It says so much of how you feel about my dad. You can be sure you will find one blue light on my house at Christmas time from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a hard thing to do, but I am happy I have posted this. Doing things like this make it real; I know that may sound strange-but sometimes it is like I am trying to hide from the reality of what has happened, and then doing this makes me face it and really see that it has happened. I just want to express that I am so happy that I have so many incredible memories-recently and from the time I can even remember being alive. I truly have the most wonderful dad anyone could ask for, and I am so thankful that I got 30 years with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-1087261719810507164?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1087261719810507164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1087261719810507164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dad.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SWWiT490y7I/AAAAAAAAA44/_KJgA0fNq88/s72-c/SCAN0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3031860008601892945</id><published>2008-12-07T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:59:59.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee Jo turns 8!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STx_O3CHznI/AAAAAAAAA2U/jHeIkxWkBUs/s1600-h/P1000749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STx_O3CHznI/AAAAAAAAA2U/jHeIkxWkBUs/s400/P1000749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277232756639125106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Kaylee Jo doesn't look so happy in this pic, I promise she was really excited! Well, Cam doesn't look so happy either. Oh well, at least the mom was happy for this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxenhWs-I/AAAAAAAAA18/Icg96vg-Z5s/s1600-h/P1000730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxenhWs-I/AAAAAAAAA18/Icg96vg-Z5s/s400/P1000730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277217634190275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit of "pre baptism" jitters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxeOZRf0I/AAAAAAAAA10/W_tdtRpOrBU/s1600-h/P1000764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxeOZRf0I/AAAAAAAAA10/W_tdtRpOrBU/s400/P1000764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277217627445493570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little 8 year old! I can't really believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxdsM7OAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/zFJI90K2jTQ/s1600-h/P1000757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxxdsM7OAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/zFJI90K2jTQ/s400/P1000757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277217618266896386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the family that came! We even had Cameron's Nana come-so Kaylee's great grandma. That was pretty special to all of us. We were just missing Wade and Erin and their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxoAWhauLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Xy8qQB0v8ak/s1600-h/P1000689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxoAWhauLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Xy8qQB0v8ak/s400/P1000689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207218626410674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wend to Jump on it for Kaylee's birthday party. Emmie, Alison and Maryn decided it wasn't fun to jump unless I was with them! Of course, nothing is fun without the one who was giving them all bounces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxoAHor0LI/AAAAAAAAA1c/tb5TPs4I9ok/s1600-h/P1000681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxoAHor0LI/AAAAAAAAA1c/tb5TPs4I9ok/s400/P1000681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207214630359218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely, you can see Kaylee in the air, doing straddles. My Camera man (cameron) wasn't there, so the pics weren't so hot with my lack of tecky stuff skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_zRamBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/7EAbA8t3y2Q/s1600-h/P1000682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_zRamBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/7EAbA8t3y2Q/s400/P1000682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207209164052498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this pic was funny of Jesslyn-even though you can't see her very well, this is about all I "saw" of her and Kaylee-they were bouncing around the whole time like little monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_uaIfiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cutfEbxIcJM/s1600-h/P1000690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_uaIfiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cutfEbxIcJM/s400/P1000690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207207858437666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday cake and presents after the jump on it party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_V-49OI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uFPCshVO2IE/s1600-h/P1000694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxn_V-49OI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uFPCshVO2IE/s400/P1000694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207201301722338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW! Look at my amazing cake! It was so different in my mind...hmmm, funny how that is always how it turns out when I bake. Oh well, it tasted lots better than it looked! I am taking orders now for anyone who wants one of these for their birthday party!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3031860008601892945?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3031860008601892945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3031860008601892945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/12/kaylee-jo-turns-8.html' title='Kaylee Jo turns 8!!!!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STx_O3CHznI/AAAAAAAAA2U/jHeIkxWkBUs/s72-c/P1000749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-4432808484325681771</id><published>2008-12-07T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:09:55.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxkhNj7CaI/AAAAAAAAA08/PFmELt-8lGM/s1600-h/P1000770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxkhNj7CaI/AAAAAAAAA08/PFmELt-8lGM/s400/P1000770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203385110170018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Jaynee likes to eat her "moke n' cheese" (macaroni and cheese). Diasy ALWAYS waits for that one special day when she is going to miraculously drop some for her to eat. ITS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN DAISY! Jaynee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxkg5xiXTI/AAAAAAAAA00/xpdHK8pdAEo/s1600-h/P1000768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxkg5xiXTI/AAAAAAAAA00/xpdHK8pdAEo/s400/P1000768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203379798564146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She will eat an ENTIRE box, and then when every sinlge last little shell is gone, she will DRINK the "juice" until the bowl is dry. If there is one thing that I for sure have on my food storage shelf, it better be "moke n' cheese" for Jaynee. And for the refrigerator thing...I don't know why my child likes to sit there and eat it-if any of you could shed some light on this situation, it would be most helpful in my quest to understand my 2 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-4432808484325681771?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4432808484325681771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4432808484325681771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/12/patient-daisy.html' title='Patient daisy'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/STxkhNj7CaI/AAAAAAAAA08/PFmELt-8lGM/s72-c/P1000770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3004692483271256364</id><published>2008-11-17T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:09:40.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas kickoff" Dance recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJNStba7mI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a2kk0sqviy8/s1600-h/P1000661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJNStba7mI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a2kk0sqviy8/s400/P1000661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269859497804492386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are right before the concert began. They were both so excited it was hard for me to even get them to hold still to take this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJNSXXLNHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/z2NVy9bVRyo/s1600-h/P1000663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJNSXXLNHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/z2NVy9bVRyo/s400/P1000663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269859491881104498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just loved this picture of Kaylee. She looks so happy and so herself. I was really proud of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get as many pics as I hoped from this dance recital-for some reason, I have no pics of Emmie's dance. However, I did get these two. It was so fun to have Kaylee in the same concert-now that they are both taking from the same studio and Kaylee is no longer spending her hours in the gymnastics gym. Way to go girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3004692483271256364?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3004692483271256364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3004692483271256364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance-recital.html' title='&quot;Christmas kickoff&quot; Dance recital'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJNStba7mI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a2kk0sqviy8/s72-c/P1000661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-2523287093779117850</id><published>2008-11-17T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:37:20.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam and I went to Boston-and I turned 30??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJKmz9kmoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/y-FYHX0g54A/s1600-h/P1000644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJKmz9kmoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/y-FYHX0g54A/s400/P1000644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856544620845698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston in mid-day. I took this picture from the "duck" tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJKmDfRdAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/npBN2lREWVI/s1600-h/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJKmDfRdAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/npBN2lREWVI/s400/P1000657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856531608859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the State house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpnfSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/HI9fe7iD5YU/s1600-h/P1000649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpnfSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/HI9fe7iD5YU/s400/P1000649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855493300561842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Cute Hana, wearing the tour guides hat. She was so fun to be with! She knew all the great info on things, and she knew how to get all around the city. I felt right at home with my own personal "tour guide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpZU05dI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qoq1Inf5VQ4/s1600-h/P1000650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpZU05dI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qoq1Inf5VQ4/s400/P1000650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855489498605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drove the duck too. It was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpM0I6LI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pW-lVhywjSo/s1600-h/P1000643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJpM0I6LI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pW-lVhywjSo/s400/P1000643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855486140278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Hana and I riding the Boston "Duck". It is an old world war 2 vessel that takes you on a tour of the city, and then it takes you right down into the Charles river too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJo92aS2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/v4xUAE7J1ys/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJo92aS2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/v4xUAE7J1ys/s400/P1000658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855482123275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the graveyard where lots of famous people are buried. Can't remember specifics on this particular plot because really, these things are all over the city!! It was so bizarre! You would just be walking along, and look to your left and see a graveyard right in the middle of the city. They were really beautiful though-in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJoTn3YSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CfT_nyxAzsE/s1600-h/P1000659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJJoTn3YSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CfT_nyxAzsE/s400/P1000659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855470787977506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic looks a bit eerie, but it was SO pretty. I took this the last night we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Boston with Cam was amazing. While he worked, I played. (yea I know, not fair, but I was not about to sit home.) We were able to do things together in the evenings and so that was nice. Hana took me all over on Wednesday, and then On Thursday, while she had class, I went running all over Boston and saw a lot of the things that I saw on Wednesday from a distance. It was so much fun. Thanks Hana banana for the great birthday! And Thank you Mari and Jake for watching out 3 little girls so that we could get away for a few days. You two were so great I don't think our kids wanted us to come home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-2523287093779117850?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2523287093779117850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2523287093779117850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/11/cam-and-i-went-to-boston-and-i-turned.html' title='Cam and I went to Boston-and I turned 30??!!!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJKmz9kmoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/y-FYHX0g54A/s72-c/P1000644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-262993909161529193</id><published>2008-11-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:32:17.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October in a &quot;Nut shell&quot;'/><title type='text'>October in a Nut shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJDz_7_snI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRRYNhN8RlE/s1600-h/P1000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJDz_7_snI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRRYNhN8RlE/s400/P1000620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269849074592363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken the night of Halloween after I had compiled the girls loot into one big "bribe" bag for the rest of the year (literally-this lasts us until next halloween! I love it-you clean the playroom, and you get a treat out of the treat bag-even the neighbor kids know what it is, and where it is) Anyway, I found Jaynee digging like a little animal looking for something that interested her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJDw4T0VAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Qq9eGXdWOZY/s1600-h/P1000601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJDw4T0VAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Qq9eGXdWOZY/s400/P1000601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269849021005190146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone knows Bill that owns the practice my dad works at, you know this looks nothing like him! I was laughing so hard at him, that I had to put it on my blog for all of you who know him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBoaPuNVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/nh1UmMxO47E/s1600-h/P1000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBoaPuNVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/nh1UmMxO47E/s400/P1000616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846676472739154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught ya!!!! She had her basket of candy out before we were even half way done trick-or-treating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBn5JSiOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NJjwamj7sko/s1600-h/P1000603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBn5JSiOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NJjwamj7sko/s400/P1000603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846667587389666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grandkids at "papas" office. That is the yearly tradition-we have to make a stop at the office and see what papa was that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBnhwqDFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7bWYMA-hIRE/s1600-h/P1000615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBnhwqDFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7bWYMA-hIRE/s400/P1000615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846661310057554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great grandma Allen with her three little witches. She was right in the middle of eating her pumpkin bread bowl and soup. Dad went over earlier and gave her some candy to give to the kids, so hopefully that was fun for her, and I know it was fun for the girls. She is so sweet, and it is so hard to watch her grow old. She was the BEST grandma any child could have asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBnPGsRvI/AAAAAAAAAyE/suVIe_ny9k0/s1600-h/P1000612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBnPGsRvI/AAAAAAAAAyE/suVIe_ny9k0/s400/P1000612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846656302204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little witches trying to be scary with thier capes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBmmhNFtI/AAAAAAAAAx8/mECub5GrRK4/s1600-h/P1000607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJBmmhNFtI/AAAAAAAAAx8/mECub5GrRK4/s400/P1000607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846645407553234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is about half of the grandkids. Amy's kids were clapper girls, along with Casey as a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-G8HWQNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CX7HAFxLJlA/s1600-h/P1000582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-G8HWQNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CX7HAFxLJlA/s400/P1000582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842802913984722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee getting her face painted at the ward carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-GgAvofI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EEhAYGudVAk/s1600-h/P1000571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-GgAvofI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EEhAYGudVAk/s400/P1000571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842795370095090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you notice the dog? Why or why do I even spend money on the darn thing. Oh well, it was pretty funny for about 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-GZB7OXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/C4qX_-Z0wpI/s1600-h/P1000568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-GZB7OXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/C4qX_-Z0wpI/s400/P1000568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842793496000882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carving pumpkins was a hit for my kids. Their favorite part?..Roasted pumpkin seeds! I tried to get them to try them, and once they did, they made me promise that we would eventually open all the pumpkins on the porch and roast those seeds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-F-cChwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ohUAgoBfaAE/s1600-h/P1000594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-F-cChwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ohUAgoBfaAE/s400/P1000594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842786357774082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to help out with Kaylee's halloween party. Here were are the the "pin the nose on the pumpkin". I spun her so many times I can't believe she was still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-FG6hUsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/llRhVJwAZTg/s1600-h/P1000549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSI-FG6hUsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/llRhVJwAZTg/s400/P1000549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269842771453235906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Emmie and Colten, her "boyfriend" at Pumkin land. I went on her fieldtrip with her and it was so beautiful that day, and the kids had so much fun. Emmie told me the other day "mom, I am never going to stop liking Colten." oh boy, what am I in for with this little one. Fortunately, Colten is a cute little, well behaved little guy that things Emmie is "so cute!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am WAY late on this post, but now is better than never. This is kind of the "wrapped up"version of our festive fun Halloween nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-262993909161529193?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/262993909161529193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/262993909161529193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='October in a Nut shell'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SSJDz_7_snI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRRYNhN8RlE/s72-c/P1000620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-5548279742928924969</id><published>2008-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:38:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a0xQAF7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/5wwxFI08fwI/s1600-h/P1000536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a0xQAF7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/5wwxFI08fwI/s400/P1000536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459802458757042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee with her "beloved" Wall-E. She never sleeps without him-or her binky. I loved her mouth wide open!!! When she wakes up, she gives wall-e her binky, then she tucks him in with her blankets, gives him a kiss nigh-night and then she is ready to get out. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a1WCcbhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w1D8kncRvD4/s1600-h/P1000541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a1WCcbhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w1D8kncRvD4/s400/P1000541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459812334005778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two have shared their bed for about 3 years now-good buddies when they are sleeping-I wish it were that way in the day when they have to share other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a1_GDIzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pQ23Cr9v10g/s1600-h/P1000539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a1_GDIzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pQ23Cr9v10g/s400/P1000539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459823354979122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was taken last night. I was laughing so hard I couldn't take the pic very well. I came in their room to check on them and found Kaylee sleeping, sitting up. This is my little girl that sleep walks too-sometime I will have to get that one of video-it creeps Cam out but I think it is so funny! I ask her all kinds of questions just to hear her funny-"nonsensical" answers. (notice Daisy at the foot of the bed-normally she is right between their heads! She has never slept anywhere else since day one. They love her so much and I actually think it is really cute how she knows where she belongs. I guess having a dog definetely has its perks when it makes your kids so happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I posted these picture because there are so many reasons why I love blogging; one of the main reasons is to capture moments with my camera, that I probably wouldn't normally whip out the camera to catch. Every night I go into the kids bedrooms to check on them before I get into bed. This is usually after they have been asleep for a couple of hours and so you know how their rooms get that little kid sleep smell (maybe you don't and that is just my house!!) but I love it. I love the way they smell and I love the way they curl up the same way in their beds and I love to listen to their little breathing noises-sometimes snoring and sounding like a duck! It is my favorite time of the day. I thought I would just post my favorite time of day pictures that I found tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-5548279742928924969?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5548279742928924969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5548279742928924969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/10/jaynee-with-her-beloved-wall-e.html' title=''/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SP1a0xQAF7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/5wwxFI08fwI/s72-c/P1000536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-6008424494207971660</id><published>2008-10-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:41:58.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee and Aubree got their ears pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgIbmtYbAI/AAAAAAAAAto/uwyI-yVaA38/s1600-h/P1000533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgIbmtYbAI/AAAAAAAAAto/uwyI-yVaA38/s400/P1000533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257961835295435778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the finished product! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgIcPRjY2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/519NC1ijPKg/s1600-h/P1000534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgIcPRjY2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/519NC1ijPKg/s400/P1000534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257961846184567650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We thought we should get a picture with the "dude" as Jaynee would call him, that pierced their ears. He was so patient with all the kids. There were a total of 9 kids (I think) watching this happen. Amy had all hers except Mandy, but she had two extras with her. Then I had all mine. So, needless to say, they had a very supportive crowd and the guy gave them all suckers afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzYXKe_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/J1Qpxq6k9Bc/s1600-h/P1000522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzYXKe_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/J1Qpxq6k9Bc/s400/P1000522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257957845714500594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  They were both so brave. The pictures tell all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzsaTxUI/AAAAAAAAAso/-CWoMoGxqpU/s1600-h/P1000523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzsaTxUI/AAAAAAAAAso/-CWoMoGxqpU/s400/P1000523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257957851096401218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo wanted to hold my hand the whole time. Notice how she is squeezing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzrE7A3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FdzX-LsXOSE/s1600-h/P1000525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEzrE7A3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FdzX-LsXOSE/s400/P1000525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257957850738262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she was almost ready to burst from the anticipation at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEz_O70wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rI6Lk5PSHho/s1600-h/P1000526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgEz_O70wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rI6Lk5PSHho/s400/P1000526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257957856148968194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHHH! The finished result! SHe has been looking forward to this day for years. We got it done today so that they can switch out their earings on their birthdays. (they both have late Nov. birthdays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgE0RVk75I/AAAAAAAAAtA/iYIPK8nwDK4/s1600-h/P1000531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgE0RVk75I/AAAAAAAAAtA/iYIPK8nwDK4/s400/P1000531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257957861008666514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is classic!!! I love it! Drama Queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-6008424494207971660?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6008424494207971660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6008424494207971660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/10/kaylee-and-aubree-got-their-ears.html' title='Kaylee and Aubree got their ears pierced'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPgIbmtYbAI/AAAAAAAAAto/uwyI-yVaA38/s72-c/P1000533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-4524341563744915022</id><published>2008-10-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:51:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf26dIch9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/TPK3IpY9J5c/s1600-h/P1000474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf26dIch9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/TPK3IpY9J5c/s400/P1000474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942574091241426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punky Brewster number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf26tB3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/u5_J3VP9P2Y/s1600-h/P1000512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf26tB3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/u5_J3VP9P2Y/s400/P1000512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942578358609874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punky Brewster number two. I really should have actually looked at Emmie before she went out the door. The first time I actually looked at her clothes was around lunch time-this is what I saw. This is what I have to learn to live with when they dress themselves. Oh well, she loved it and was happy so I guess I am too!!! (thank heavens she didn't go anywhere except to the neighbors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0En1GcMI/AAAAAAAAApw/WYuYEI2X75E/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0En1GcMI/AAAAAAAAApw/WYuYEI2X75E/s400/P1000519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257939450226700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Messes from your's truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0E7kageI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eWAOAJjbQIw/s1600-h/P1000387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0E7kageI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eWAOAJjbQIw/s400/P1000387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257939455525421538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...another one. This was done while playing in the gutter after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0FWRxUaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ve8M8zuD9nM/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf0FWRxUaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ve8M8zuD9nM/s400/P1000519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257939462694982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to show it again. Yes-just to give justice to my destroyer-mind you that these clothes were all clean laying on my couch. I know, I know-I am the lame brain leaving them there for her to get into, but I guess I just didn't think she would go this far. Little did I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfui5l8tfI/AAAAAAAAAow/O1InANszHtQ/s1600-h/P1000497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfui5l8tfI/AAAAAAAAAow/O1InANszHtQ/s400/P1000497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257933373321295346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are! Back again with water trouble. As we are still in the LONG process of finishing the basement, I found some water in the crawl space. So here is Cam, digging a 3 foot hole in our front yard, trying to find the source.  After much mud and digging, Cam found out that the smarty pants who installed the sprinkler system (the previous owner) didn't properly seal an electricity wire running through the crawl space and into the garage. We still can't figure out why he decided to run it through the house in the first place.  So frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfujMaGadI/AAAAAAAAAo4/w8hdLnP0lfA/s1600-h/P1000499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfujMaGadI/AAAAAAAAAo4/w8hdLnP0lfA/s400/P1000499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257933378371873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is what I found. I was cleaning out the crawl space for Cam to frame (that is going to be the playroom) and I noticed that the insulation was dark black. I thought it was mold, but Cam found out it was mud. SO all the carpet was wet but luckily it was just a carpet remnant that we had laid and I think we found it before too long.  I swear-water problems follow us where ever we go!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfsbw5f9tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BiuIM6pkwvA/s1600-h/P1000476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfsbw5f9tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BiuIM6pkwvA/s400/P1000476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931051705038546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee did a little race down at BYU. It was a one miler and she did really well. I think she took 9th or 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscMN1OUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/yc8Mc1cyo0w/s1600-h/P1000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscMN1OUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/yc8Mc1cyo0w/s400/P1000477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931059038075202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of her stretches before. I was laughing so hard-she was so nervous and was really feeling pretty cool when she did her splits in front of everyone-and then she pulled this one out. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscXDLGLI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AoisGif75Mw/s1600-h/P1000489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscXDLGLI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AoisGif75Mw/s400/P1000489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931061946161330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was about 3/4 of the way done when this shot was taken. She really tried her best to "pace" herself and then keep her spot. Only one little girl passed her near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscpenJMI/AAAAAAAAAog/kjAJh-10kjY/s1600-h/P1000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscpenJMI/AAAAAAAAAog/kjAJh-10kjY/s400/P1000492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931066893083842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too bad of a time as she crosses the line to give "Cosmo" five.  It is not too accurate of a time though-the runner leading their age group took a wrong turn and then had them go back and repeat the whole thing again! Oh well, what she didn't know didn't hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscz6I5aI/AAAAAAAAAoo/On2JFIk2IbM/s1600-h/P1000496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfscz6I5aI/AAAAAAAAAoo/On2JFIk2IbM/s400/P1000496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257931069692896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to the kids favorite place, "Brick Oven" and celebrated her great race with some yummy food and our favorite cookie and ice cream dessert! Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfordgybcI/AAAAAAAAAng/AY4jCUX0Eco/s1600-h/P1000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfordgybcI/AAAAAAAAAng/AY4jCUX0Eco/s400/P1000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926923332513218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my moms favorite things to do is go up to South Fork and play. We went up there for her birthday and had so much fun. We played a softball game with grandpa as the pitcher.Aubree and Casey (Amy's oldest two)going at it like usual-deciding who gets to bat next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPforlddiqI/AAAAAAAAAno/eWUYf1qdx9Y/s1600-h/P1000426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPforlddiqI/AAAAAAAAAno/eWUYf1qdx9Y/s400/P1000426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926925466045090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look out, heavy hitter-(Aubree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfor5DRpGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ze1MtLg57QA/s1600-h/P1000432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfor5DRpGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ze1MtLg57QA/s400/P1000432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926930724922466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddy and mandy moo. (Amy's 2nd and 4th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfosSgbMCI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PqEg7MitPvg/s1600-h/P1000407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfosSgbMCI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PqEg7MitPvg/s400/P1000407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926937558069282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I coudn't stop taking picture of the sunset while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfosbXYFCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5UwUzvaQ5I4/s1600-h/P1000409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfosbXYFCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5UwUzvaQ5I4/s400/P1000409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926939936035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaves were in perfect colors the night we went. This pic doesn't give it full justice-it was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflruHxdDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yVHIhYeIPoI/s1600-h/P1000419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflruHxdDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yVHIhYeIPoI/s400/P1000419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923629256111154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kaylee with her "hard grounder to first".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflrzNuh7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/uQfsb29U8wc/s1600-h/P1000418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflrzNuh7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/uQfsb29U8wc/s400/P1000418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923630623262642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie with her amazing hitting form. Grandpa has to keep telling her to get her bat back and off her shoulder-I can remember his saying those exact things to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsGWS2tI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1tanvha8p6I/s1600-h/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsGWS2tI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1tanvha8p6I/s400/P1000429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923635759471314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the windup!! He will do all this fancy windup and then out of the blue comes the ball from behind his back or with the other hand that you weren't expecting. Its pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsWub8JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rCt3RuwoMMw/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsWub8JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rCt3RuwoMMw/s400/P1000415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923640155697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first base coach giving his "runner" the play info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsimzdiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TORtdbcHZa0/s1600-h/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPflsimzdiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TORtdbcHZa0/s400/P1000416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923643344909858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't tell, he has his "first base player" in his arms and they made it to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoY0oU1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mHJRdIHgWaQ/s1600-h/P1000473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoY0oU1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mHJRdIHgWaQ/s400/P1000473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919173952557906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look at me, I've got my 'papa' wrapped around my finger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoud6vFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WXs7-UzbVa8/s1600-h/P1000469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoud6vFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WXs7-UzbVa8/s400/P1000469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919179762875474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After and before dinner and the softball game, the kids played in the river-it was cold but they had a blast! It was low enough that they could walk all over and make little paths with rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoy38OuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Tw1ITK8JHKs/s1600-h/P1000434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhoy38OuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Tw1ITK8JHKs/s400/P1000434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919180945767138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could we live in a more beautiful place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhpJp7ROI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Qk-cE0o44oA/s1600-h/P1000389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhpJp7ROI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Qk-cE0o44oA/s400/P1000389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919187060999394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa's always watching his little "squirrels" as he calls them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhpTOaYWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/cSYlY0Ekk_E/s1600-h/P1000441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPfhpTOaYWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/cSYlY0Ekk_E/s400/P1000441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919189629952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landon  (Amy's baby)looking in a Christmas ball. I thought this was so cute of him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-4524341563744915022?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4524341563744915022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4524341563744915022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/10/month-in-review.html' title='A Month in review'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SPf26dIch9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/TPK3IpY9J5c/s72-c/P1000474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-6571356811245215441</id><published>2008-09-17T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:47:49.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week in a nut shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpMFBplI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SdWaJblgQYo/s1600-h/P1000372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpMFBplI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SdWaJblgQYo/s400/P1000372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997738712835666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how I found Jaynee on Saturday night. We had a very busy week and I think she fell asleep the moment she stopped moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpeP7YBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Qb7-VrkS0yQ/s1600-h/P1000373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpeP7YBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Qb7-VrkS0yQ/s400/P1000373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997743590400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was laughing so hard! She was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpl244WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/SAjHq0-sHMk/s1600-h/P1000374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpl244WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/SAjHq0-sHMk/s400/P1000374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997745632862562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kept telling Cam to just finally pick her up but he was laughing too! We had to get some good pics first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUp7siQZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/UoGiLSZz-kw/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUp7siQZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/UoGiLSZz-kw/s400/P1000378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997751495016850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally! She slept like a rock that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUqJSLYaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/fVZKd_4pZ2o/s1600-h/P1000382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUqJSLYaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/fVZKd_4pZ2o/s400/P1000382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997755142562210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love sleeping children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES56s6ZXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wUp14a5036s/s1600-h/P1000348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES56s6ZXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wUp14a5036s/s400/P1000348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995827082814834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back up to Ryan and Shelly's property and played. Here are the re-caps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES6bfbopI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UtGE13W_v2A/s1600-h/P1000347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES6bfbopI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UtGE13W_v2A/s400/P1000347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995835884642962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talia enjoying her tinfoil dinner. Amy, I thought this pic was so cute of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES6i_T6MI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VOC1nTEIPEM/s1600-h/P1000352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES6i_T6MI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VOC1nTEIPEM/s400/P1000352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995837897402562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West decided it was time to sleep. Thought this was so cute of you two Lezlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES62B0nCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ALfnte-w_8M/s1600-h/P1000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES62B0nCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ALfnte-w_8M/s400/P1000353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995843008207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cute pic of Shelly! Thanks for taking us up and letting us enjoying the fall scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES7Dzjo_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/efz-TKfXf18/s1600-h/P1000344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNES7Dzjo_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/efz-TKfXf18/s400/P1000344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995846706471922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you guess what is in her sippy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQSJIWt7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/-f2ZXmFsSRQ/s1600-h/P1000343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQSJIWt7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/-f2ZXmFsSRQ/s400/P1000343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992944737990578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep-Rootbeer! I am earning the mom of the year award with this pic. But all I can say is I learned it from the best-thanks Lezlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQSm2tWNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OAyXnhIu4Sc/s1600-h/P1000359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQSm2tWNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OAyXnhIu4Sc/s400/P1000359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992952717039826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam taking rides on Ryan's new 4 wheeler. It is not really a 4 wheeler though-I would call it a couch on wheels. SO NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQTI_98qI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kPHUgVvdKmA/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQTI_98qI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kPHUgVvdKmA/s400/P1000362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992961882682018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee managed to stay on the 4 wheeler for every ride Cameron gave. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQTGH69eI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XRQVLgwa78o/s1600-h/P1000371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQTGH69eI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XRQVLgwa78o/s400/P1000371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992961110734306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again-Jaynee is on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQT6_p64I/AAAAAAAAAfY/48bIRTfTwZk/s1600-h/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEQT6_p64I/AAAAAAAAAfY/48bIRTfTwZk/s400/P1000365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992975303142274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie, Britney and Kate playing on the ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOjKJBLoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mLql4__opKI/s1600-h/P1000341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOjKJBLoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mLql4__opKI/s400/P1000341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991038043729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bunch of the little ones going for a ride in the ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOjr5JDlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/azc7ugDLxTw/s1600-h/P1000356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOjr5JDlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/azc7ugDLxTw/s400/P1000356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991047103942226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee and Talia in the ranger. Amy-once again I thought this was a cute pic of Talia. Jaynee was ready for a ride-she didn't care who was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOj1zQ6yI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Djr1Fgt4dXs/s1600-h/P1000358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOj1zQ6yI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Djr1Fgt4dXs/s400/P1000358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991049763646242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going for a ride. This thing is amazing. Going over big rocks and divets is a dream-this thing can motor anywhere! However, I am now made fun of telling Cameron he was going to roll it! What can I say-I didn't grow up in the sticks riding on these toys-there has to be a learning curve-Be nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOkRbSvSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1D2S1Vc2Kqs/s1600-h/P1000357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOkRbSvSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1D2S1Vc2Kqs/s400/P1000357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991057179295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another adventuresome group going for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOkhHTKuI/AAAAAAAAAew/JYqfn8VxeI8/s1600-h/P1000367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEOkhHTKuI/AAAAAAAAAew/JYqfn8VxeI8/s400/P1000367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991061390404322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuckered out! She was asleep before we even got close to getting off the mountain. So FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDG-dXTeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/slDxiI5tG7w/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDG-dXTeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/slDxiI5tG7w/s400/P1000325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978459243597282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh! I am not ready for this, however, she and Emmie think it is time to start trying. I told Jaynee I would "support" her in her decision, but I am not instigating it. So here we are, Jaynee on her potty, and Emmie and I waiting for her to do something. I finally walk away and know that this is just never going to happen, and Emmie patiently waits up there and reads books to Jaynee and feeds her snacks and turns on the water a little trickle thinking this will help. All of a sudden, Emmie comes bulting down the stairs yelling "she did pee pee's! she did  pee pee's." Sure enough, I go up there, and Jaynee is in shock and surprise! She was so excited-as was I. SO, I think Emmie is going to end up potty training her. The next day, Emmie says "Jaynee lets go potty." I once again "scoff" and walk away to do laundry, and no sooner was Emmie yelling, " Mom, she did it again!". So I come upstairs, and Emmie is in the process of dumping her "pee pee's" in the potty! Seriously! What would I do without my other little mother in the house? Well, we will see how long this lasts. But until then, good luck Emmie and Jaynee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDHfNUgpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OH0oV_5BdrQ/s1600-h/P1000335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDHfNUgpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OH0oV_5BdrQ/s400/P1000335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978468034675346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We play on a co-ed softball team. IT IS SO FUN! All the girls switch around from center, to second, to left and sometimes catcher. Lezlie is inspector gadget and can gat any ball that comes to her (except when I try and lob it underhand and it goes over the other teams dugout!!:) SO  she plays her first. This has been so fun for us. I love it and I am SLOWLY getting a bit better. Who cares though-its all for just having a good time. Although we did get a TROPHY last season-who knows where it is, but we got one-for second place! Not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDIEPtU1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/K_ATQNM-UtM/s1600-h/P1000336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDIEPtU1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/K_ATQNM-UtM/s400/P1000336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978477976802130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our last softball game, I had to come home and can my pasta sauce I had made that day and hadn't had time to get put in bottles! Ahh-my next picture lets you know when I finished!-LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDIQn9vVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4GhtOW3gDj0/s1600-h/P1000337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEDIQn9vVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4GhtOW3gDj0/s400/P1000337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978481299766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my time signature. I had to take it just cause it was so dumb of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAItShY_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Bgq2NeBinOs/s1600-h/P1000298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAItShY_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Bgq2NeBinOs/s400/P1000298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246975190459573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie and Britney all ready for their game. Two little peas in a pod! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAI2TBvUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_gqOHiLEwlw/s1600-h/P1000302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAI2TBvUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_gqOHiLEwlw/s400/P1000302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246975192877612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go get 'em Emmie! I love watching how she isn't afraid to get in there with all the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAJUICGRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/moS7VGkeyAg/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAJUICGRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/moS7VGkeyAg/s400/P1000305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246975200884562194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of her favorite things to do at her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAJ84kNrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/P4cW-JyKGkY/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAJ84kNrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/P4cW-JyKGkY/s400/P1000307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246975211825542834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookin' really ready for anything. Actually this was when she had decided to stay out of the little mass that follows the ball, and wait for a good kick down to the goal line. Good thinkin' Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAKANqYjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mp1WeZUicVc/s1600-h/P1000318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEAKANqYjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mp1WeZUicVc/s400/P1000318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246975212719333938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee found some shade under my chair. It was pretty hot-and she had just finished a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-6571356811245215441?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6571356811245215441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6571356811245215441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-week-in-nut-shell.html' title='Last week in a nut shell'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SNEUpMFBplI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SdWaJblgQYo/s72-c/P1000372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3025315741417776158</id><published>2008-09-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:10:30.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm grateful</title><content type='html'>I always said I wouldn't post anything without pictures, (in fact I think those words escaped my mouth today!) but I really need to express how I am feeling. Today as I was coming home from the gym and grocery shopping, I was in a hurry because I was trying to get Emmie to kindergarten on time-she loves it so much and wants to be so prompt! So as I am flying down the interstate, I notice lots of brake lights ahead, I slow down, and eventually come to a dead stop. This is in between two exits, so there is no where to go. As I am stopped, I start hearing sirens, lots of them. After about 10 minutes, and maybe 20  yards, I count 4 ambulances, 3 fire trucks, 2 extraction team trucks, an incident management truck, and numerous police cars pass by us. I knew there was an accident, and knew it was bad. So as I sat there with my two littlest ones, pulling fruit snacks out of my purse (thank goodness I stuck those in there who knows how long ago), I realized how lucky and blessed I am. That could have been us, just as easy as anyone. Except I was just sitting in my car, safe, with two of my most favorite people. I guess you just never know.&lt;br /&gt;I learn lessons all the time, and its always when someone I know passes away, or when something tragic happens, and its too bad that it takes something like that to help me remember how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got up to the accident, it was horrific. I tried to keep Emmie's attention because I knew she would see things I didn't want her to, but Jaynee did a good job distracting her by asking her to read her a book. A red full size truck was completely smashed in the front, with the door missing and of course the air bag deployed. On the other side (in the median) was one of those 15 passenger vans, with one whole entire side of the van missing. Inside was a mangled mess. You could tell the "jaws of life" had cut one of the doorside bars in half to get someone out. Luckily, the only person I saw was a man on a stretcher and he was conscious. However, after seeing it in person, I am positive not many people made it out alive. How sad, and tragic and fast. I drove home slowly, pretty shaken up. I just felt like going to the school, getting Kaylee, going home and locking all the doors, and never letting any of them out the door.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have what I have! Cameron is wonderful. I am married to my best friend, who loves me and takes such good care of me. He is an amazing dad with our little girls. Our girls take all our time, attention and energy, but we love it;  wouldn't want it any other way. They make us so happy. I have the most wonderful and supportive family, and inlaws. I have the greatest friends who are also so supportive and would be there in a heartbeat, and have been there when I have needed help.  Who could ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up in all I "have" to do, but I need to remember what is most important; because it could all be gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so sorry for the blubbery post, but I just really wanted to express how thankful I am, and I wanted you all to know it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3025315741417776158?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3025315741417776158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3025315741417776158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-grateful.html' title='I&apos;m grateful'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-6577373191625486391</id><published>2008-09-05T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:27:46.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SMH2hLHYPJI/AAAAAAAAAco/_bZulbWHwQ4/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SMH2hLHYPJI/AAAAAAAAAco/_bZulbWHwQ4/s400/P1000294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242742491015822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SMH2hTe1GcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kGFOif_NkfU/s1600-h/P1000296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SMH2hTe1GcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kGFOif_NkfU/s400/P1000296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242742493261666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my little Angel Jaynee, turned into my little devil. Only problem is....that she is really really funny while she is at it all! First of all, Emmie comes running upstairs after I had just finished vacuuming the family room and said that Jaynee had dumped the bowl of popcorn on the couch. I didn't get pics of this one cause I was frantically cleaning it up so that the butter won't seep into the newly cleaned couch! I clean that up and am vauuming my stairs and Emmie runs upstairs and says" Mom, Jaynee spilled her milky sippy all over the coffee table. I proceed to head to the family room again, and find her decorating the coffee table with her sippy-she squeezes the squishy top with it turned upside down, and paints a pretty picture on my table. I didn't get a pic of that either cause you know how sticky milk is. Then, just a few minutes later I come upon a diaper, just....a diaper, used (piddles) with no evidence of a Jaynee anywhere. Of course I look upstairs and my little streaker runs from her room to mine, squeeling with glee of her newly found freedom.  As soon as Cameron gets home, and I have the house slightly put back together, she takes her blocks, walks them over to the stairs (as she is talking to them like a little puppy-"come on, lets go..." and sits on the stairs with them on her lap. So here I am thinking "oh how cute, she is going to take them downstairs and build with them."The next thing I hear is "Here we go!" And then crash, clink....."Yea!!!!!!!!!" She managed to take off her diaper two more times today also. You may wonder, "Why don't you get her dressed?" and my only answer to that is "have you ever tried to dress her?" She either immediately takes them off, or she unsnaps herself and tries to re-snap for the next few minutes, at which she finally gives up and asks for help, and then you repeat the same steps of snapping and un-snapping for the next 45 minutes!!! But man, what can I say. She really is funny-if she wasn't funny and cute, she might be sold by now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-6577373191625486391?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6577373191625486391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6577373191625486391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/09/angel-of-destrruction.html' title='Angel of destruction'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SMH2hLHYPJI/AAAAAAAAAco/_bZulbWHwQ4/s72-c/P1000294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-1133030764520087625</id><published>2008-09-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:12:40.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet soccer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e-4CTFoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_HIUTxkh_fs/s1600-h/P1000251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e-4CTFoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_HIUTxkh_fs/s400/P1000251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012925569472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't know soccer and ballet went hand in hand? Well, Kaylee has the picture to prove it! That girl just loves to run and most of all have fun while doing it! Sometimes that includes leaps or handstands and cart wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e_MkHo6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/s7dmbkpMJgU/s1600-h/P1000262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e_MkHo6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/s7dmbkpMJgU/s400/P1000262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012931080037282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever seen a more convincing goalie? She was ready for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e_hWGgTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4vRaaUdzD3s/s1600-h/P1000265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e_hWGgTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4vRaaUdzD3s/s400/P1000265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012936658387250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was taken right before she made her first goal of the season! Way to go Kaylee Jo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9fAftI_oI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8lJDpKRNotg/s1600-h/P1000290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9fAftI_oI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8lJDpKRNotg/s400/P1000290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012953398017666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was where most of Jaynee's time was spent at the game. Just kickin' the ball around. To be honest, she is pretty good.She just does these little tiny dribbles and keeps the ball right in front of  her. She must take after her mom with this kind of soccer talent!HAHA! I never had a ball in front of me all the years I ran because I probably would have tripped on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-1133030764520087625?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1133030764520087625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1133030764520087625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/09/ballet-soccer.html' title='Ballet soccer?'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SL9e-4CTFoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_HIUTxkh_fs/s72-c/P1000251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-5746130010631126171</id><published>2008-08-31T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:28:19.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night with Friends</title><content type='html'>We went up to Ryan and Shelly's family's place ( a big huge lot with all kinds of stuff to do) on the mountains above mapleton (I should know what the name of that mtn. is, but it eludes me right now). We had so much fun! Lezlie and Merlin brought their family's ranger (like a mini-jeep/4 wheeler) and Todd and Amy brought up some 4 wheelers. We played on the toys, the zip-line, had yummy food (hamburgers from Lezlie and Merlin, Hot dogs from Amy and Aaron-80 of them!!!!, and chips and drinks from the Haslems. Cam and I made cobler in the dutch ovens and then we roasted marshmallows and made smores! There were stories 'round the camp fire and lots of laughs! Thanks so much everyone for the great memories! We are so grateful for the area and the ward that we live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLtQSgitkCI/AAAAAAAAAak/-iNXqEbCKAo/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLtQSgitkCI/AAAAAAAAAak/-iNXqEbCKAo/s400/P1000173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240870870279098402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to take off for a while and followed the little ones in the ranger. There were amazing views from this mountain once you got up a bit higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLtQSzrn6CI/AAAAAAAAAas/kyJQUdQh-Kk/s1600-h/P1000140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLtQSzrn6CI/AAAAAAAAAas/kyJQUdQh-Kk/s400/P1000140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240870875416750114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes trouble. Three of the four littlest ones there were in the 4x4 with Eva driving! Jaynee decided to hop in the back. Good thing their wheels just spun on the ground and they really couldn't go anywhere, or we would have had three little daredevils cruisin around the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswMrzls5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7uNWUqgUBps/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswMrzls5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7uNWUqgUBps/s400/P1000135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240835585851372434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eva, Jaynee and Isabelle lovin' their big girl jeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswM_Nr3FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QskFOKFsueQ/s1600-h/P1000139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswM_Nr3FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QskFOKFsueQ/s400/P1000139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240835591061101650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee and Jesslyn thinking they were going to drive the ranger. This thing is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNBQs-3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/EKVpNKDNfy0/s1600-h/P1000146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNBQs-3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/EKVpNKDNfy0/s400/P1000146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240835591610628978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie eating her favorites-Hotdogs, chips and soda. She is in heaven-sitting next to Marin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNR5C2gI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8iCGjyD3CWs/s1600-h/P1000137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNR5C2gI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8iCGjyD3CWs/s400/P1000137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240835596074801666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids in the back of the ranger before Merlin took them on a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNvO_CjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6_-7XoLuCWQ/s1600-h/P1000148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLswNvO_CjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6_-7XoLuCWQ/s400/P1000148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240835603951454770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee making the treak up to the zip-line. She got about 10 feet up and starting crying-it was steep and so Scawey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFCTWPtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cTj7Mqb-0VA/s1600-h/P1000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFCTWPtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cTj7Mqb-0VA/s400/P1000156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240832155916320466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The treacherous climb to the zip-line (there was a much easier way, but this was how the boys go the zip-line rope up to the top each time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFdBf11I/AAAAAAAAAY8/g0vqtJC3KMc/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFdBf11I/AAAAAAAAAY8/g0vqtJC3KMc/s400/P1000167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240832163089209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Kaylee and Jesslyn on the zip-line. Not such a good picture to show how funny Kaylee's face was, but this shows how high up it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFiDcP6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/pIBK939t75o/s1600-h/P1000181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstFiDcP6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/pIBK939t75o/s400/P1000181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240832164439539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron the "jungle cat" in his "jungle element". Aaron was the one at the top to take the zip-line further up the hill to the starting spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstF-QrzLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sMpNzQotKbM/s1600-h/P1000188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstF-QrzLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sMpNzQotKbM/s400/P1000188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240832172011277490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Emmie and I. She was a peice of tape the first time we went down, but the next two times she watched it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstGF7i1cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WECm4PseKxY/s1600-h/P1000186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLstGF7i1cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WECm4PseKxY/s400/P1000186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240832174070093250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a few of them climbing the woodsy hill up to the top-it was really steep. The next day Kailey and Jesslyn told me their legs were sore from climbing the hill. It was a pretty fun hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsotA22OzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KEQH-LjAV0A/s1600-h/P1000191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsotA22OzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KEQH-LjAV0A/s400/P1000191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240827345164974898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Emmies third or maybe 10th can-I don't know, I lost count!!! Such a little junk food junkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsotj27zWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pl5xOPSjxRA/s1600-h/P1000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsotj27zWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pl5xOPSjxRA/s400/P1000193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240827354560580962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelly chasing Eva. Look how scared Eva looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsot4ygOBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oMEuLKGKb4A/s1600-h/P1000198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsot4ygOBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oMEuLKGKb4A/s400/P1000198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240827360179140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie listening closely to Ryan's "Mountain Pervert" story. Don't worry, that's just what its called-there really is no mountain pervert involved-just a great BIG BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsouLd2gNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/oTDW4WSf0wk/s1600-h/P1000202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsouLd2gNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/oTDW4WSf0wk/s400/P1000202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240827365192794322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of blurry, but this was about 1/3 of the kids-we counted and there were a total of 20 kids-we are pretty lucky we didn't have to go looking for any of them, although Eva was on her way up to the zip-line while we were all around the camp fire, while it was pitch dark. I swear that girl has NO FEAR! Good luck Amy and Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmojWr4eI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LTiBPq2xTTo/s1600-h/P1000206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmojWr4eI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LTiBPq2xTTo/s400/P1000206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240825069502718434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee listening to one of Ryan or Aaron's stories. Lots of Laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmozMPd1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PtNj_F8ExYo/s1600-h/P1000209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmozMPd1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PtNj_F8ExYo/s400/P1000209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240825073753880402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two peas in a pod. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmpIwsPkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5g4bfDYAqxI/s1600-h/P1000216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLsmpIwsPkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5g4bfDYAqxI/s400/P1000216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240825079543905858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Jaynee did while everyone talked around the campfire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-5746130010631126171?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5746130010631126171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5746130010631126171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-night-with-friends.html' title='Friday night with Friends'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLtQSgitkCI/AAAAAAAAAak/-iNXqEbCKAo/s72-c/P1000173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-7575408191135858341</id><published>2008-08-26T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:54:53.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaynee got a hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTsAYygmBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uVqao6eR3-Q/s1600-h/P1000099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTsAYygmBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uVqao6eR3-Q/s400/P1000099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239071757937186834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTsA92qPXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fzBtZSS6Pm4/s1600-h/P1000107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTsA92qPXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fzBtZSS6Pm4/s400/P1000107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239071767886708082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girls all got hair cuts (including me), but this was the only one that I did myself. I have to say that I think it turned out pretty cute despite the fact that she turned her head back and forth the whole time. She really thought she looked cute afterward though! When I finished she couldn't wait to go show daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-7575408191135858341?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7575408191135858341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7575408191135858341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaynee-got-hair-cut.html' title='Jaynee got a hair cut'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTsAYygmBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uVqao6eR3-Q/s72-c/P1000099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-6574566087197232990</id><published>2008-08-26T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:51:16.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmie's first day of Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTosGQuhWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9mpunOzD_Rs/s1600-h/P1000083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTosGQuhWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9mpunOzD_Rs/s400/P1000083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068110831388002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is in our front yard. She couldn't hardly stand to stop and let me take this picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTosVKgDmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WN_Q4kwFYPI/s1600-h/P1000087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTosVKgDmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WN_Q4kwFYPI/s400/P1000087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068114831806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crusin' down the sidewalk in her favorite outfit (pink) on her favorite scooter (pink) with her favorite backpack (can you guess?...yep-pink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTostcMW3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sR6kZ9M3uj8/s1600-h/P1000090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTostcMW3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sR6kZ9M3uj8/s400/P1000090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068121348463474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Right outside of her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTotVsaElI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NlrROj648IY/s1600-h/P1000092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTotVsaElI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NlrROj648IY/s400/P1000092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239068132153889362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is in her little seat. She was so excited to hang up her backpack and find her seat. Her teachers name is Miss Sorensen, and I am SO impressed with her! Emmie was really excited that she got her too because we have heard a lot of the neighbor kids talk all about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took this picture,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only cried all the way home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I walked her to school, pushing Jaynee in the stroller, and Emmie riding her scooter. Emmie was going so fast that Jaynee kept telling me to "wun mommy, wun!(run). She was so excited! The saddest thing was that while I was doing her  hair that morning, she accidently put her finger on the flat iron and burned herself. She walked around with a little bag of ice on her finger most of the day. I had to send her to school with it, and with a little thremos of ice next to her desk for refills. I was proud of her though because she didn't let it ruin her first day. I cried partially because she is my little helper and literally my "brain" at home. She helps me remember where things are and she helps me do laundry, she takes such great care of Jaynee, even taking her upstairs and changing her diaper!  ( no I didn't ask her to, I just found her up there changing it one day and she said "Mom, she was so wet. You didn't change her") Yep- that is my little Boo. I also cried because I came to realize that my kids are starting into a whole new phase of life-school years, and I just have to let it happen!? I am not ready for it all! Why did I ever think one baby was hard! Now I have two in school and I am finding out already that the paperwork and the homework piles up really fast!! But those years went so fast, and I can never have them back. They are in school and the world gets them for a good part of the day. Sometimes I wish I could have those days back and get a re-do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-6574566087197232990?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6574566087197232990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6574566087197232990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/emmie.html' title='Emmie&apos;s first day of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTosGQuhWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9mpunOzD_Rs/s72-c/P1000083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-7209765869178296490</id><published>2008-08-26T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:32:26.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded dishwasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTmf7DRX3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/J1-XtqxNTTM/s1600-h/P1000080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTmf7DRX3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/J1-XtqxNTTM/s400/P1000080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239065702640476018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee pulled the chair over and Cam handed her the basket-and she went to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTmgVpe9KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ssCrDjwMFF0/s1600-h/P1000079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTmgVpe9KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ssCrDjwMFF0/s400/P1000079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239065709780071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, this is the highlight of her day! Kaylee and Emmie have to unload the dishwasher for one of their chores, and to be honest, Jaynee does the most of it. She knows where everything goes! And if  it is too high for her, she will either pull a chair over, or just put it on the counter below the cupboard where it belongs. I am training her while she is young hoping this will last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-7209765869178296490?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7209765869178296490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7209765869178296490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreaded-dishwasher.html' title='The dreaded dishwasher'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTmf7DRX3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/J1-XtqxNTTM/s72-c/P1000080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-1629064491620635022</id><published>2008-08-26T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:27:21.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's finish the basement"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkZFcoPlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vpb5XBPJGQk/s1600-h/P1000074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkZFcoPlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vpb5XBPJGQk/s400/P1000074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239063386148847186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a hallway! It is really weird how things look once they are up. I just didn't picture it to look this way. Pretty fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkZoEwJhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kJA8bchAwC4/s1600-h/P1000075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkZoEwJhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kJA8bchAwC4/s400/P1000075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239063395443942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view of the utility closet and the partially framed storage closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkaIIflHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/n8EDIbXehaE/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkaIIflHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/n8EDIbXehaE/s400/P1000077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239063404049568882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was working on my primary music time late Saturday night, and being the supportive husband that he is, was down there talking to me. The next thing I know, he is sound asleep on the floor next to his newly framed utility closet! Pretty funny! I will keep posting pictures on the progress of this huge project he has so willingly undertaken!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Cam. Seriously! He puts in a whole day of work, comes home and plays with the girls, helps get them to bed and then works on the basement that I feel we so badly need! He worked most of the day on Saturday and now we officially have a hallway, and a framed utility closet, and a partially framed storage room. There have been too many Sunday mornings when I have woken up to no hot water! (Friends of the girls who like to play with the "little circular turny thing" on the water heater!-I know it is not my own kids because I have scared them to death about playing near it-Emmie is convinced that if she touches it, she will light the house on fire!!!-oh well, whatever works!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-1629064491620635022?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1629064491620635022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1629064491620635022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/let.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s finish the basement&quot;'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTkZFcoPlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vpb5XBPJGQk/s72-c/P1000074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-8719261360571217803</id><published>2008-08-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:16:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelly the self trained Pet groomer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjB42d-JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SNyKfOVHYM/s1600-h/P1000063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjB42d-JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SNyKfOVHYM/s400/P1000063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239061888118945938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjCVHAt1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/WHg6EGNhAek/s1600-h/P1000064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjCVHAt1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/WHg6EGNhAek/s400/P1000064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239061895704524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjCjQjAFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iPdNfFTbrjk/s1600-h/P1000070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjCjQjAFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iPdNfFTbrjk/s400/P1000070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239061899502616658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shelly for rescuing my poor mangy little mut! She came over and gave Daisy a hair cut! Doesn't she look cute! You could probably set an appointment up with her but I don't know when you would get in because not only does she have three dogs, but 5 children too (and she cuts their hair too!!! and it looks so great!) Thanks Shelly! You are one of a kind to take so much time on my little dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-8719261360571217803?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8719261360571217803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8719261360571217803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/shelly-self-trained-pet-groomer.html' title='Shelly the self trained Pet groomer!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTjB42d-JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SNyKfOVHYM/s72-c/P1000063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-2056011489341756738</id><published>2008-08-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:10:31.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLThtjnEtFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s43eXwHwtJM/s1600-h/whole%2520fam%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLThtjnEtFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s43eXwHwtJM/s400/whole%2520fam%25201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060439308219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never tried this before with so many little kids, you wouldn't understand why I call it the family pic of the year! If you have, then you understand. This was taken about a month ago when Wade and Erin were here. Erin has done many wonderful pasting of heads and fixing of other things so make it nice. What a fiasco(spelling?) but a what a great memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-2056011489341756738?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2056011489341756738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2056011489341756738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-picture-of-year.html' title='Family Picture of the year!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLThtjnEtFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s43eXwHwtJM/s72-c/whole%2520fam%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3141256795445140079</id><published>2008-08-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:55:44.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee Jo's first day of 2nd grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTdRtuNKwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/k77eOyzESnY/s1600-h/P1000051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTdRtuNKwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/k77eOyzESnY/s400/P1000051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239055562939640578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  This was taken outside our front door. She was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTdSCwtUVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IgV_fIcwmiw/s1600-h/P1000054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTdSCwtUVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IgV_fIcwmiw/s400/P1000054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239055568587280722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the crew that walked to school that morning. Minus the adults and that is the group of kids walking from our little area. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTcbxakRLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/whwstFHphWw/s1600-h/P1000061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTcbxakRLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/whwstFHphWw/s400/P1000061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239054636218074290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            I had to snap this one while she was sitting in her little desk, completely ready to start!&lt;br /&gt;School actually started last Monday for her (I am way behind on my blogging!) She has had a full week and is really loving school. She has made some new little friends and likes her teacher (that is a big deal to a little girl like mine!!) Sometimes I can't believe I have one in second grade-I remember second grade so well!! Wasn't that just a few years ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3141256795445140079?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3141256795445140079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3141256795445140079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/kaylee-jos-first-day-of-2nd-grade.html' title='Kaylee Jo&apos;s first day of 2nd grade'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SLTdRtuNKwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/k77eOyzESnY/s72-c/P1000051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3031441312153066380</id><published>2008-08-10T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:14:20.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Gymnast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9l_zl2J4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/FFX2vL3TbYA/s1600-h/PICT0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9l_zl2J4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/FFX2vL3TbYA/s400/PICT0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013438882916226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee Jo had a little gymnastics exhibition so that we could all watch what she has been practicing. Since she is a level 3, she is not competing yet; that will happen when she moves to level 4. She started in a mom and me class at 18 months, and has been taking off and on since then. The last year and a half she has really been loving it and working so hard. She moved from level 1 to level 3, and is looking really great! We are so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;Here she is on the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mAZzOv3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/2XDGsbKq-6s/s1600-h/PICT0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mAZzOv3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/2XDGsbKq-6s/s400/PICT0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013449139601266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         This was during her little floor routine that she has worked SO hard on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mAzUgUlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8BesonW5V4Q/s1600-h/PICT0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mAzUgUlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8BesonW5V4Q/s400/PICT0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013455990051410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been learning how to do her handstands on the beam. I never realized how hard it was to go up and then come back down right in the right spot until I watched her the past few months. Here she did it so great for the audience. I was so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mBFKg4BI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqX3jg1wJ_Q/s1600-h/PICT0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mBFKg4BI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqX3jg1wJ_Q/s400/PICT0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013460779982866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in the beginning of her routine on the beam. She has had a lot of hard falls and some serious raspberries when she gets home from falling off this beam. You would think after all that, she might not like it, but she says it is her favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mBVKpOvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UJ5C5JLyx4Y/s1600-h/PICT0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9mBVKpOvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UJ5C5JLyx4Y/s400/PICT0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013465075497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here was part of her little fan club. Marcie and Steven and their kids always come Kaylee's and Emmie's performances of different things. Thanks so much for your support! (Left to right-Brooklyn, Emmie, Jaynee, Jaxton and then Brecken in the back.) She also had Amy and her kids there and of course Grandpa and Grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3031441312153066380?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3031441312153066380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3031441312153066380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-little-gymnast.html' title='Our little Gymnast'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9l_zl2J4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/FFX2vL3TbYA/s72-c/PICT0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-519088688777120926</id><published>2008-08-10T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:38:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c13fu3CI/AAAAAAAAATg/V_FbooQnvn4/s1600-h/PICT0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c13fu3CI/AAAAAAAAATg/V_FbooQnvn4/s400/PICT0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233003372527672354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made our way to cedar for our family reunion. We had such a fun time. Here are all 12 little grandkids. Mariam (Cam's sister) found all matching shirts for the kids. Thanks so much! I'll start at the left and go across the top and then back to the front and those sitting. McKade, McKella, Maddy, Melena, Kaylee, Sydnee, Mckade, Sydney, Myam Ella, Jaynee and Kayden. (sorry family members for me mispelling names! Or sorry Mariam if I got the twins wrong. They may not be identical, but in a picture? Thats tough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2Lif6OI/AAAAAAAAATo/PXDTlzmSQ6c/s1600-h/PICT0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2Lif6OI/AAAAAAAAATo/PXDTlzmSQ6c/s400/PICT0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233003377907984610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie having fun in the water. The kids played water games most of the time we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2gDDN5I/AAAAAAAAATw/EIAgDw6c8Eo/s1600-h/PICT0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2gDDN5I/AAAAAAAAATw/EIAgDw6c8Eo/s400/PICT0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233003383413225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     The dads wearing their sombreros! (Cam and Kiley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2zFm_kI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B9VgvaRPpxg/s1600-h/PICT0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c2zFm_kI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B9VgvaRPpxg/s400/PICT0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233003388524232258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 I loved this! Jaynee and Aunt Lindsay. She loved to have her undivided attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c3iccJzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GlTbeMwe4Mo/s1600-h/PICT0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c3iccJzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GlTbeMwe4Mo/s400/PICT0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233003401236457266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee gave our fishy kisses for a good 5 minutes. Look at how her arms are wrapped around Cam. She made sure he wasn't going anywhere until she was finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9byDmRV2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_FIUlDImWZM/s1600-h/PICT0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9byDmRV2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_FIUlDImWZM/s400/PICT0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233002207545218914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a camp fire that night. The kids roasted marshmallows and made smores while we sang songs with Grandad and his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9byhCcBjI/AAAAAAAAATA/q-x-paeERC8/s1600-h/PICT0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9byhCcBjI/AAAAAAAAATA/q-x-paeERC8/s400/PICT0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233002215447987762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandad has all kinds of fun songs. After 9 years of marriage, I am still learning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9bzFiM3aI/AAAAAAAAATI/hidlpfUyG-M/s1600-h/PICT0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9bzFiM3aI/AAAAAAAAATI/hidlpfUyG-M/s400/PICT0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233002225244888482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Kaylee Jo patiently roasting the perfect smore marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9bzUaScBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Tz1rSXvEbyk/s1600-h/PICT0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9bzUaScBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Tz1rSXvEbyk/s400/PICT0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233002229238231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Hmmmm, one too many smores for the Jaynee! She LOVED them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-519088688777120926?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/519088688777120926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/519088688777120926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJ9c13fu3CI/AAAAAAAAATg/V_FbooQnvn4/s72-c/PICT0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-257515964623108237</id><published>2008-08-03T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:33:28.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jaynee and Casey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82C5jMiI/AAAAAAAAASY/4Xa0demcFcI/s1600-h/PICT0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82C5jMiI/AAAAAAAAASY/4Xa0demcFcI/s400/PICT0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434916426265122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee and cousin Casey share the 27th of July as their birthday. Jaynee turned 2 and Casey turned 8. The night was spent at Amy's place. It started with a baseball game with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82ZdnjyI/AAAAAAAAASg/Tc37NgDS8Vw/s1600-h/PICT0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82ZdnjyI/AAAAAAAAASg/Tc37NgDS8Vw/s400/PICT0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434922483126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Andrew wacking the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82yl5GDI/AAAAAAAAASo/pUBOFZHe_DI/s1600-h/PICT0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82yl5GDI/AAAAAAAAASo/pUBOFZHe_DI/s400/PICT0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434929228716082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to put this picture on the blog. It reminded me of my grandpa (my dad's side). As dad winds up, he does this huge wind up and then switches his hand and pitches it behind his back. As a little girl I used to think this was so funny, and now it is just as funny for me to watch dad do it to my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7y0WbvgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3QwWP0kCT_8/s1600-h/PICT0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7y0WbvgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3QwWP0kCT_8/s400/PICT0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433761469644290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had a pinata. Here is Kaylee giving  it a whirl-she actually hit it really hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7zaZVswI/AAAAAAAAASI/skPKlajzEb8/s1600-h/PICT0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7zaZVswI/AAAAAAAAASI/skPKlajzEb8/s400/PICT0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433771682378498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaynee decided that hitting the pinata was not for her. She went after her uncle Carter and gave him a good whack! I was video taping at the time and just about dropped the camera! It was so funny. She was first to hit it cause she was the youngest, and she had never done a pinata before. Everyone was telling her to hit it, so I guess she decided that "it" was Carter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7z6Jke-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/z6aSWZKzDhU/s1600-h/PICT0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY7z6Jke-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/z6aSWZKzDhU/s400/PICT0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433780206173154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                               Jaynee loves puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5wrnI34I/AAAAAAAAARI/xNyqzi15z-o/s1600-h/PICT0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5wrnI34I/AAAAAAAAARI/xNyqzi15z-o/s400/PICT0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230431525740797826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey and Jaynee's cakes. Erin made Casey's baseball cake. Mine is the simple pink one because that is Jaynees favorite(well at least it is the only color that she really knows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5xGMJXEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1I3i4sm2_P4/s1600-h/PICT0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5xGMJXEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1I3i4sm2_P4/s400/PICT0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230431532875340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out "all" those candles. She actually did it-although I thing she may have had help from sisters-the picture tells all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5xjQ5fwI/AAAAAAAAARY/N6NahQYSc_Y/s1600-h/PICT0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5xjQ5fwI/AAAAAAAAARY/N6NahQYSc_Y/s400/PICT0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230431540679900930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Papa" and Jaynee sharing cake. Jaynee loves to share food with grandpa and vise versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5x9a0a_I/AAAAAAAAARg/3UKmwc4yOCs/s1600-h/PICT0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5x9a0a_I/AAAAAAAAARg/3UKmwc4yOCs/s400/PICT0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230431547700833266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                       Only a grandpa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5yBgeDEI/AAAAAAAAARo/I6EEMIbydfQ/s1600-h/PICT0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY5yBgeDEI/AAAAAAAAARo/I6EEMIbydfQ/s400/PICT0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230431548798274626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Uncle Wado giving the birthday girl kisses. Look at her big cheeser grin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-257515964623108237?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/257515964623108237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/257515964623108237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-jaynee-and-casey.html' title='Happy Birthday Jaynee and Casey!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJY82C5jMiI/AAAAAAAAASY/4Xa0demcFcI/s72-c/PICT0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-7054190375638500080</id><published>2008-08-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:36:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the slide and coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYyPWImC7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VqnjqC82qIU/s1600-h/PICT0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYyPWImC7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VqnjqC82qIU/s400/PICT0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230423256458464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wade and Erin and their family came for a visit from London. It was so much fun to have them here to celebrate the 24th and the birthdays too. (They also came because Erin's brother was getting married.) We did so many fun things and made lots of fun "cousin" memories-swimming, birthdays and just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we did was go to the mountains to ride the slide and coaster and carousel. This was requests of wade-wanting to be and go to the mountains after living in the UK for a while. The slide was so much fun cause I got to ride with Jaynee. I caught Kaylee and was able to watch her too. Cam was on the other slide cheering Kaylee on, so we basically all rode it together! The kids also rode the coaster and had an absolute blast! They all came running down the mountain saying "again, again, again!" Unfortunitly it is a bit hard to get pics of the coaster.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYxmIGd-CI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GYzGlsofoAM/s1600-h/PICT0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYxmIGd-CI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GYzGlsofoAM/s400/PICT0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230422548316813346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-7054190375638500080?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7054190375638500080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7054190375638500080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/riding-alpine-slide-and-coaster.html' title='Riding the slide and coaster'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYyPWImC7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VqnjqC82qIU/s72-c/PICT0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-4157554504386260418</id><published>2008-08-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:41:50.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtmhgbqlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rW97KTnMFY0/s1600-h/PICT0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtmhgbqlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rW97KTnMFY0/s400/PICT0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230418157090089554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Addie (4) riding the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtnXV2AnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TwWZBWOYxUw/s1600-h/PICT0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtnXV2AnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TwWZBWOYxUw/s400/PICT0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230418171541193330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtns2kVCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PZAIT6HciBY/s1600-h/PICT0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtns2kVCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PZAIT6HciBY/s400/PICT0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230418177315591202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtn1aWf8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dO2WYeVh3pU/s1600-h/PICT0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtn1aWf8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dO2WYeVh3pU/s400/PICT0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230418179613163458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtoQ7tX-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/oX8Qq-JCG0I/s1600-h/PICT0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtoQ7tX-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/oX8Qq-JCG0I/s400/PICT0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230418187000831970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy (3 ) and Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaynee(2). Notice her choice of animal-certainly a reflection of her personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee Jo riding her "white"horse. She talks about having a white horse some day-so...here it is! Now I am off the hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney (6-) having a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before all this, the girls (Heather, Erin, Amy, Mom and me all went shopping to the outlets while the guys kept all the kids at Ty's house. We met them for dinner at a restaurant right by the slide and coaster adn then played. After all this fun, we headed to the chocolate factory for some apples and ice cream. It was such a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-4157554504386260418?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4157554504386260418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4157554504386260418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-from-wade-and-erin-and-family.html' title='The Carousel'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SJYtmhgbqlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rW97KTnMFY0/s72-c/PICT0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-1689102546924671095</id><published>2008-07-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:38:35.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Ok Shelly "tagged" me so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do this right- here is some info about me.&lt;br /&gt;3 things I cherish:&lt;br /&gt;   1. My family&lt;br /&gt;   2. The gospel&lt;br /&gt;   3. My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I fear:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Losing a child, or husband or family member&lt;br /&gt;   2. (now this one sounds trite compared to what I just said above but oh well)-- spiders&lt;br /&gt;   3. Loud noises (always have and don't know why!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I want to accomplish/goals:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Be the mom I always envisioned myself being&lt;br /&gt;   2. Make my home a place where my kids and their friends want be&lt;br /&gt;   3. A labor and delivery nurse&lt;br /&gt;   4. ok-I know I said 3 but there are more... I want to be completely debt free-no house, no school loans-nothing.&lt;br /&gt;   5. HAVE A BOY!!!!! (no I am not pregnant!)&lt;br /&gt;3 things I love to do:&lt;br /&gt;   1. hang out with my family (both mine and cams)&lt;br /&gt;   2. eat&lt;br /&gt;   3. exercise&lt;br /&gt;   4. (and I'll slip this one in too) read-this one just developed over the last 5-6 years so I had to put it on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok-thanks for the tag Shelly! And now I am going to tag Jessie Ann, Alisa, Sharlynn and Tavah ( I hope none of you have been tagged lately-but I am lame with knowing how to exit from my post and check your blogs and then get back to mine-and I really don't want to loose all I just typed. Remember I am so techno challenged!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-1689102546924671095?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1689102546924671095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1689102546924671095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-7236259836760430186</id><published>2008-07-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:39:40.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>That morning I ran the 10k and happily beat my time from last year! It was fun and was a great race. Cam brought the girls to the parade and they had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruAlLLDfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n01gKIsiYsc/s1600-h/PICT0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruAlLLDfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n01gKIsiYsc/s400/PICT0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222748411635895794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                 Waiting eagerly for the parade to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruBP3UuVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hFuONa7DbwA/s1600-h/PICT0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruBP3UuVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hFuONa7DbwA/s400/PICT0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222748423095368018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    I just thought this was pretty precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruBUJ0P-I/AAAAAAAAALE/xs8gGqhoKBg/s1600-h/PICT0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruBUJ0P-I/AAAAAAAAALE/xs8gGqhoKBg/s400/PICT0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222748424246673378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Hoping to be thrown a piece of candy! Little beggars!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHru5N0rOQI/AAAAAAAAALM/GgfoawVtLqE/s1600-h/PICT0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHru5N0rOQI/AAAAAAAAALM/GgfoawVtLqE/s400/PICT0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222749384620062978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Jaynee finally gave up and got her treats where she knew she could get it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrwhjI00uI/AAAAAAAAALs/wRHnXkCRtSQ/s1600-h/PICT0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrwhjI00uI/AAAAAAAAALs/wRHnXkCRtSQ/s400/PICT0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222751177048117986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we did the slip and slide and BBQ in the back of Grandma and Grandpa's. Can you tell this is Jaynee's first time on the "slip" and slide. She got the "slip" part down, but not so good on the "slide" part!&lt;br /&gt;She got right up, and went over and over again! We had as much fun as she did just watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxUnB57VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IBbG48rLvAw/s1600-h/PICT0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxUnB57VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IBbG48rLvAw/s400/PICT0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222752054266162514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Emmie had this down pretty good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxUwyQiSI/AAAAAAAAAME/8fK8NXRfacw/s1600-h/PICT0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxUwyQiSI/AAAAAAAAAME/8fK8NXRfacw/s400/PICT0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222752056884889890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Can you see the collision about to take place!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrzszdyWqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L_kyTt4M-FY/s1600-h/PICT0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrzszdyWqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L_kyTt4M-FY/s400/PICT0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222754668944448162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to the fireworks. I had to take this pic cause Jaynee usually says "scawey" (scary) when cam puts her on his shoulders. But this time she let him and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxVMuBhTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vLbnQ32EEvI/s1600-h/PICT0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrxVMuBhTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vLbnQ32EEvI/s400/PICT0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222752064383321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of blurry, but Jaynee hung out with "papa" a lot of the time while we watched the fireworks. Emmie played with Jaynee and her cousins (Chelsea and Greg's Kids) and then Kaylee was invited by Ty and his family to go to "Hannah Montana!" She was so excited! But we misssed her. It was such a fun day, and so much more fun to just watch them and their reactions to everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-7236259836760430186?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7236259836760430186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/7236259836760430186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHruAlLLDfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n01gKIsiYsc/s72-c/PICT0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-4975699103375524565</id><published>2008-07-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:02:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmie turned 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr2wRCiPlI/AAAAAAAAANM/eYHEBXVEHF4/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr2wRCiPlI/AAAAAAAAANM/eYHEBXVEHF4/s400/PICT0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758026957700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday Boo! We went to "Color Me mine" with Kaylee, Ella, and Britney Haslem. This was a few days before her birthday and they had a great time! Emmie loves to paint so I figured this would be the place to go and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr3eLxIt4I/AAAAAAAAANU/T9VrqMOG-0o/s1600-h/PICT0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr3eLxIt4I/AAAAAAAAANU/T9VrqMOG-0o/s400/PICT0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222758815816529794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie painted a little mug with a butterfly on it. So serious and focused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr34lqjMpI/AAAAAAAAANc/QyyXx3ydz6Q/s1600-h/PICT0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr34lqjMpI/AAAAAAAAANc/QyyXx3ydz6Q/s400/PICT0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759269444825746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee painted a little dog- looking jewelry case and she painted to look just like Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr10k5hLgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3kd8TIf6E6A/s1600-h/PICT0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr10k5hLgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3kd8TIf6E6A/s400/PICT0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222757001496440322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we made our way over to the "rocky mountain chocolate factory". Mainly because this is my favorite place, and of course there were no objections on behalf of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;(Britney, Kaylee Jo, Emmie and Ella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday  June 28th we had her party. Emmie wanted a water party. This was so easy to plan, yet so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr1z69FClI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ViEMTu8cR7A/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr1z69FClI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ViEMTu8cR7A/s400/PICT0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222756990237084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              Emmie wanted a "swimming pool" cake so this was my creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrqjZe59_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wzmG_xf4FXo/s1600-h/PICT0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrqjZe59_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wzmG_xf4FXo/s400/PICT0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222744611746346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Birthday girl playing red rover through the sprinkler. Brooklynn Wiltbank on the left and her     cousin Syndey on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrqjtUQJqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zE7gJL-cbbw/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrqjtUQJqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zE7gJL-cbbw/s400/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222744617070372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     Jaynee thinking that she is big and playing the water balloon popping game. You had to sit on the balloon, pop it, and then run back and touch the next person. But, none of them were heavy enough to pop it! So they got creative and did all sorts of things to pop them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrrm5vO50I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EkoaJ5ZLXJU/s1600-h/PICT0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHrrm5vO50I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EkoaJ5ZLXJU/s400/PICT0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222745771455997762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Lots and lots of little girls about the same age in our neighborhood makes for a fun party!! (this is only half of them there-the other half is calling "red rover..."on the other side of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Happy birthday Emmie! I can't believe she is 5!! and starting kindergarten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-4975699103375524565?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4975699103375524565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4975699103375524565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/07/emmie-turned-5.html' title='Emmie turned 5!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SHr2wRCiPlI/AAAAAAAAANM/eYHEBXVEHF4/s72-c/PICT0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-5263230317723653148</id><published>2008-06-27T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:58:31.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVvF1uuRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FMTtvvTwfgo/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVvF1uuRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FMTtvvTwfgo/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697889491666562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                This was the initial surprise. Their faces are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVvGomTF5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AofOBxFkxtw/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVvGomTF5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AofOBxFkxtw/s400/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697903146538898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            This is what she did when we tried to put her down. I was starting&lt;br /&gt;to wonder if she was crippled! I think she was just so nervous to be away from familiar people and things. She was bouncing around like a rabbit about 20 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVtFTp1gMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HGaxX5iVzmE/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVtFTp1gMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HGaxX5iVzmE/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216695681321107650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where she rode home. She found a little crevice between Emmie and Jaynee's seats.&lt;br /&gt;Shelly Haslem is to blame for us having a dog!!!Two weeks ago we watched her little dog Maisy. I just loved having her around. She was my little shadow, and I actually slept better having her there. So, I called Cam and told him that I think it is time to start looking. I looked that day and found this little puppy in overton Nevada (between Las Vegas and Mesquite). So we picked her up on the way back from Vegas and surprised the kids at the in-laws with the puppy. They named her Daisy but Emmie said she'll call her fluffy!? Anyway, we are in the middle of house training! She really is a good dog. She is only 11 weeks old and loves to be around the girls. She pretty much sleeps on their heads!!! I am happy we have her and hope to be able to make great family memories with her as I did with my dog while growing up. So thank you Shelly for helping me make the jump into this new adventure. My kids have wanted a dog since the day they were born!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-5263230317723653148?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5263230317723653148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5263230317723653148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/daisy-dog.html' title='Daisy the dog'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVvF1uuRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FMTtvvTwfgo/s72-c/PICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-8940250601066623894</id><published>2008-06-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:37:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVrCZpy58I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YZHE4OxLWVI/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVrCZpy58I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YZHE4OxLWVI/s400/PICT0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216693432368687042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken right before we walked out the door to go to vegas. My mother -in-law was trying to cut up strawberries for a pie, and in the mean time, Jaynee dragged her chair from the dining room,  strategically placing it right next to the strawberry bowl. Climbs up and just moters them down.  I had a hard time leaving this little person. She is so much work, but so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-8940250601066623894?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8940250601066623894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8940250601066623894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVrCZpy58I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YZHE4OxLWVI/s72-c/PICT0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-4264688342733176585</id><published>2008-06-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:33:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booth Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVmjlCnZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JNB0oS9DD8o/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVmjlCnZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JNB0oS9DD8o/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216688504803124258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Me(half asleep), Holly and Lorissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVmj9aIYVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2asQOLARR5I/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVmj9aIYVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2asQOLARR5I/s400/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216688511344206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Last week I went to Vegas to work with Cam as a temporary employee of Wingate. I work the registration desk and help people get their badges for the conferences and lots of other stuff. These are two other wives who went to work too. We have so much fun just people watching and laughing until we're sick about who knows what! When you work 80 hours in 5 days, you start to think everything is funny!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, we sit right outside the expo hall. When the hall is open, different vendors have these "beautiful women" staged at their particular booth to help lure people to come over and talk with them. Some of them really are beautiful, and others just have lots of makeup! -whatever works I guess! But, we like to say that we represent Wingate as being their booth babes, and that is the only reason why they want us to come!!! This picture was taken on the last day when we were so tired and so sick of sitting at the desk! Don't we look good!!!!! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;    The kids stayed at my grandma and grandad Chatfield's.They had so much fun I am sure they weren't as happy to see me as I was to see them. My in laws sit on an acre just outside of cedar city and have every kind of fun thing to do out in the yard.  Its getting a lot harder to leave my kids though. Leaving someone for a week with all 3 kids is quite the task. My mother-in-law was so tired by half way through the week, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to stay. Jaynee is just entering the terrible twos and that was probably the most tiring part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-4264688342733176585?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4264688342733176585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/4264688342733176585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/booth-babes.html' title='Booth Babes'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SGVmjlCnZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JNB0oS9DD8o/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-1933249951719177130</id><published>2008-06-08T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:53:13.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExEyNh0InI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1eUikQxBE0k/s1600-h/PICT0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExEyNh0InI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1eUikQxBE0k/s400/PICT0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209614498376458866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in Walmart yesterday and as we passed a row of shelves with all this "wally" character stuff on it, she just about died!!!! I am not joking! She was standing up in the cart, squeeling at the top of her lungs, pointing and saying wallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, wallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! It was so funny! She had Kaylee and Emmie laughing so hard. Some guy was standing by us totally laughing! I couldn't help it-I bought the dang pillow! So we get it, and I am not joking you when I say it hasn't left her side. She even brought it to church today!!! So embarrassing. But not having Cam with me, I have to choose my battles, and this was not one of them. I checked on her last night, and this was how I found her.  I wonder what she will do in the movie theater when we take her to see it (normally I am not a big movie junkie for this type-I would opt for the dollar theater-but I am sure we will be there front and center just to get some good laughs from her.)&lt;br /&gt;She learned about Wally when Cam would show her the movie trailers. Now when he comes home and unloads his computer, the first thing she says is "wally". She has all the trailers memorized!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-1933249951719177130?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1933249951719177130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/1933249951719177130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/wallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Wallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExEyNh0InI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1eUikQxBE0k/s72-c/PICT0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-2063410374414655384</id><published>2008-06-08T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:02:45.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExBUpB1u5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XDn54Ot5VQ/s1600-h/PICT0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExBUpB1u5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XDn54Ot5VQ/s400/PICT0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209610691827579794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                              Movin' and groovin!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExBU704xTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qrvssM3nIH8/s1600-h/PICT0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExBU704xTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qrvssM3nIH8/s400/PICT0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209610696873526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                    WOW Emmie! So graceful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExDFc-Cm5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/TeJM8ZWwnkU/s1600-h/PICT0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExDFc-Cm5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/TeJM8ZWwnkU/s400/PICT0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209612629915638674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Emmie and Britney were in the same class!&lt;br /&gt;So I had to dedicate this post to Daddy who was out of town for her recital. He only missed it by a few hours, but he was on the phone right before it started wanting to talk to her and asking me to take pictures with my phone and send them to him. (we all know I am technologically challenged so of course that didn't happen). So this post is for you daddy! (Even though the idea of "cheer leader" or anything remotely close to it scares him to death!)&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun to watch Boo over the last few months learning her 4 dances and coming home from practice, putting in her CD and dancing in front of the TV where she could see her reflection. She truly loves it with all of her heart!!! She woke up on Friday morning, and asked if it was time to curl her hair and put on her makeup. You can imagine how long this day was for her considering it didn't start until 6:30 that night. Good Job Emmie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-2063410374414655384?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2063410374414655384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2063410374414655384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddys-little-dancer.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little dancer'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SExBUpB1u5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XDn54Ot5VQ/s72-c/PICT0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-210764365392322598</id><published>2008-06-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:14:45.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of School party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SEw9XGQjn9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xFL4nv-ifes/s1600-h/PICT0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SEw9XGQjn9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xFL4nv-ifes/s400/PICT0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209606335987163090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of my post lets you know the last time I actually did anything on our blog!! At least I have pictures to prove that life has been eventful the past few weeks. Shelly and I decided to do a "last day of school party" with the kids. They thought it was great-(thanks for supplying the pizza Shelly!)&lt;br /&gt;  I can't believe Kaylee is done with first grade!!!! Where did the time go? We will have one in second grade and one in kindergarten next year! I used to look at other mom's who had school aged children and thought those days are so far away for me! And now they are here and they are flying by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-210764365392322598?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/210764365392322598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/210764365392322598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-school-party.html' title='End of School party'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SEw9XGQjn9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xFL4nv-ifes/s72-c/PICT0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-2718299713749333898</id><published>2008-05-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:04:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any great ideas?</title><content type='html'>I got a new calling! I am the primary music chorister! I am so excited! It is pretty overwhelming, yet I have a sister who is the PRO at this calling. I got all sorts of things from her (like Teancum the Turkey and Bergeatha the sock puppet-some day I will take pictures of these little primary friends and show them to you.) Anyway, she has such fun ideas that hopefully I can teach the children, but have a great time at the same time. Any ideas would be gladly appreciated. I am so grateful to be in the primary where my little people are anyway, and to be part of what they are learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-2718299713749333898?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2718299713749333898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/2718299713749333898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/any-great-ideas.html' title='Any great ideas?'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-8169966797149070178</id><published>2008-05-20T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:56:38.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncin baby bunnies</title><content type='html'>My friend has baby bunnies (9 of them!!) and was nice enough to invite us over to play with them. They were the cutest things ever. I was ALMOST convinced on taking one home with us until I came to and realized I am still not ready for a pet, partially because of the Jaynee bug! She was so excited she could hardly even contain herself! She was squeeling with all her might and stealing everyone else's bunnies that they were holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObeGlWAgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yUAHHLHLJ00/s1600-h/IMG_5943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObeGlWAgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yUAHHLHLJ00/s400/IMG_5943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672936008679938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need you wonder why I said "bouncin'? She was picking them up as fast as she was dropping them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObdWlWAeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_9Xouz0rBHY/s1600-h/IMG_5939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObdWlWAeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_9Xouz0rBHY/s400/IMG_5939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672923123778018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee of course was in heaven. This little girl may very well be the reason we have family pets (when I finally give in and let her have her way! Shelly how do you do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObd2lWAfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2lxi9SXNY6w/s1600-h/IMG_5953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObd2lWAfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2lxi9SXNY6w/s400/IMG_5953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672931713712626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie was pretty brave. She was holding one that kept scratching her arm, but she loved it and followed it all over the yard. Thanks Diane for this experience! We loved it and my girls are already asking to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-8169966797149070178?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8169966797149070178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/8169966797149070178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/bouncin-baby-bunnies.html' title='Bouncin baby bunnies'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SDObeGlWAgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yUAHHLHLJ00/s72-c/IMG_5943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-6914899100965359763</id><published>2008-05-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:35:35.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rad" kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During this year, Kaylee's school has had a few of the grades in what is called th "rad" kids program. At first I just thought it was some dumb excuse to get rid of the P.E. program, but after seeing this, I am impressed. It stands for Resisting Aggression Defensively. Throughout the last 5-6 months, she was taught how to resist others, and how to fight back. They also drill them on the whole password thing, and then how to call 911. These pictures show her calling 911 after an "Attacker" has tried to take her. Notice how huge the guy was! He was about 6'8" to begin with, and then he straps on his protective gear and he literally looked like a transformer! Jaynee said he was "scawee" (scary). This is also a picture of her defending herself. She used back kicks(that is what she called them) and some sort of elbow throw move. If my camera would have been fast enough, he picked her all the way up and she was kicking him in the groin, and then she finally threw an elbow and he put her down. But my camera was not cooperating so you are seeing the end of her little show. It was pretty cool though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0Mh2lWAbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HkVQokfiJ-c/s1600-h/PICT0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0Mh2lWAbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HkVQokfiJ-c/s400/PICT0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200826920410153394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dialing 911 to tell them about her "Attacker"-she looks really scared don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0MjWlWAcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bz0TyQZ5i5o/s1600-h/PICT0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0MjWlWAcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bz0TyQZ5i5o/s400/PICT0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200826946179957186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where punched him and aimed right for his eyes. I guess that is one of the things they taught them to aim for. Seriously for as big as he was, I would have been scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0MmWlWAdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qXMqZaeZH-E/s1600-h/PICT0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0MmWlWAdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qXMqZaeZH-E/s400/PICT0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200826997719564754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right after he put her down, and then she elbows him in the face and he pretends to fall over. I guess there have actually been 50 kids in the US that have been saved by using their rad kids techniques, so I really support this program after seeing th confidence it gave her.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-6914899100965359763?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6914899100965359763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/6914899100965359763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/rad-kids.html' title='&quot;Rad&quot; kids'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SC0Mh2lWAbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HkVQokfiJ-c/s72-c/PICT0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3536449298666769612</id><published>2008-05-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:00:05.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose Twists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvSGlWAYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZTyZyyaxQCw/s1600-h/PICT0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200091076548231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvSGlWAYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZTyZyyaxQCw/s400/PICT0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serioulsy Kaylee, can you smile normal for just ONE picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvS2lWAZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H6ZE5J_ARcc/s1600-h/PICT0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200091089433133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvS2lWAZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H6ZE5J_ARcc/s400/PICT0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvS2lWAaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mBWzRqPkA68/s1600-h/PICT0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200091089433133474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvS2lWAaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mBWzRqPkA68/s400/PICT0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since daddy is out of town, we decided to have a little "girl" time and make their hair curly for church on mothers day (yes, Cam is out of town for mothers day!!! for the second year in a row-but that is another story. However, while I am on this tangent, I will give him full props for his gifts this year! He surpised me with a pedicure and a full length mirror. Not that I love to look at myself, but up until now, I have stood on a folding chair in our hallway and looked in my kids bathroom mirror. Ha! Ha! Ya gotta do what you gotta do! Anyway, he came home with this giant mirror and had in mounted on the wall before he had to leave. So, even though he had to travel this week, I guess I will forgive him and enjoy my pedicure when he gets home!) ok-so we put thier hair in twists, and my girls have nick-named them moose twists. I only got the finished picture of Jaynee cuase I was in too much of a hurry on Sunday morning trying to get them all out the door. Needless to say, I had a good laugh when I took hers out! I just had to try it, but on such baby fine hair-you can see the result. Kaylee's and Emmie's turned out cute. So we just wet her hair down, threw it up in piggys and headed to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3536449298666769612?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3536449298666769612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3536449298666769612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/moose-twists.html' title='Moose Twists'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SCpvSGlWAYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZTyZyyaxQCw/s72-c/PICT0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3617920457320468331</id><published>2008-05-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:46:54.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' mud pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_c_pvj4EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Vd8arsRx1U/s1600-h/PICT0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_c_pvj4EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Vd8arsRx1U/s400/PICT0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197115481104048194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking pretty clean here. Who would have ever guessed how dirty 7 little kids could get? Left to right: Jesslyn( Kaylee's little best bud), Britney (Emmie's best bud), Luke, Emmie, Alyson (behind Boo), Kaylee and little Jaynee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_c_5vj4FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hueR5xHOrhU/s1600-h/PICT0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_c_5vj4FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hueR5xHOrhU/s400/PICT0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197115485399015506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting my new fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_dAJvj4GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ev7PWADHK6k/s1600-h/PICT0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_dAJvj4GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ev7PWADHK6k/s400/PICT0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197115489693982818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This started out pretty innocent-but...I couldn't stop them! Don't you remember making mud pies? I almost felt like getting in with them. In the end, they were literally caked with mud, head to toe! I sure had fun hosing them down!!!!! From left to Right: Britney Haslem, Jesslyn Haslem, Alyson Haslem, Kaylee Jo,  and Emmie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3617920457320468331?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3617920457320468331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3617920457320468331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/makin-mud-pies_05.html' title='Makin&apos; mud pies'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_c_pvj4EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Vd8arsRx1U/s72-c/PICT0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3870686861657859284</id><published>2008-05-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:17:54.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_b5Zvj4DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fel7VqoBVGM/s1600-h/PICT0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_b5Zvj4DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fel7VqoBVGM/s320/PICT0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114274218238002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jaynee was having the time of her life. I think she was shocked I would let her do such a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3870686861657859284?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3870686861657859284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3870686861657859284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/05/jaynee-was-having-time-of-her-life.html' title=''/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SB_b5Zvj4DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fel7VqoBVGM/s72-c/PICT0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-3019884842543532973</id><published>2008-04-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:45:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Waffle Wednesday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SA7MuJvj3pI/AAAAAAAAACE/hjLLb2BfKpQ/s1600-h/PICT0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SA7MuJvj3pI/AAAAAAAAACE/hjLLb2BfKpQ/s320/PICT0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192312513666211474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SA7MuZvj3qI/AAAAAAAAACM/MFfDD8-Rn1Y/s1600-h/PICT0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SA7MuZvj3qI/AAAAAAAAACM/MFfDD8-Rn1Y/s320/PICT0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192312517961178786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you drink your "cweam" and syrup too if no one was watching! This is how Jaynee enjoys her waffle Wednesday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-3019884842543532973?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3019884842543532973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/3019884842543532973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/04/waffle-wednesday.html' title='&apos;Waffle Wednesday&quot;'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SA7MuJvj3pI/AAAAAAAAACE/hjLLb2BfKpQ/s72-c/PICT0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596408000537637135.post-5024854534281845080</id><published>2008-04-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:38:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "AAAAAALLLL NIGHTER!"</title><content type='html'>So this is my first time posting anything to my blog! Are you all proud of my computer skills?! (Lisa is sitting right next to me-helping me through this whole ordeal-with me-its an ordeal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I found Cam and Jaynee the morning after Jaynee decided to pull and all nighter! Serioulsy, they were out for the count!!!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SAvuYalAGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fpk7tjjPn-c/s1600-h/PICT0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191505098693417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SAvuYalAGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fpk7tjjPn-c/s320/PICT0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the next time I came down to have a peak. Everytime I looked, it was a new position for Jaynee-yet she was still out cold.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SAvuYalAGJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QNcYiSJgfHA/s1600-h/PICT0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191505098693417106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SAvuYalAGJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QNcYiSJgfHA/s320/PICT0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596408000537637135-5024854534281845080?l=thegirlsandus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5024854534281845080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596408000537637135/posts/default/5024854534281845080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlsandus.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaaaaallll-nighter.html' title='The &quot;AAAAAALLLL NIGHTER!&quot;'/><author><name>wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16939390596628321257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u47UN4pSQNk/SAvuYalAGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fpk7tjjPn-c/s72-c/PICT0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
