tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9326544418148142532024-02-19T02:25:54.911-07:00Jesse | Jen | Kaden | Ellie | KameronJess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-64759159749790701242012-03-03T09:48:00.006-07:002012-03-03T10:10:30.900-07:00Christmas Eve<div style="text-align: center;">I love having Christmas Eve at home now that we have a bigger family of our own. My poor mom had to work so my dad came and joined us. We always have fish, steak and alfredo for dinner. We decided to finally use my wedding china. I grew up always using china on special occasions like Thanksgiving and Christmas and loved it. (Actually when Jess and I got engaged I told him we needed to go register for a china set and he was like "Ya...OK!" He totally thought I was kidding.) So my china has been sitting in a cupboard for these past nine years. It was fun and nostalgic to use it. The kids did very well. Even with their goblets. Kameron had to use plastic- still don't trust him!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1hR9Ngxj68409m9eExFAwd4HQPmJj8TGG9ybWRukPl3ymofthGpjAtQfEEsvd6_YSm19cvkQKPI9V2bolCTsaSgpCGTM_Vb8FmoCKSoFFHW6Rso2YAkxqr-ZOBzf__lI06WOPLoccq2I/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716189298700290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbwYxwCGazdyLqYBI0DYNVgOiwDCrIx7Gedc1hUPq2NYXaE_UqyCpTNCFXUnFhuLbK7pc_i_rhPc0QmMeOLMVVVkYocIXgqHBNcgncVpTlhyphenhyphenNxz_2r7Lz-vUzXO5wrWtO1LQB2_kDEBe3/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716194791106450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Isn't he so cute? Oh...Kameron too!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN2SkcqoUU-1_KFLOGIG2fAdRhmdz4xLqe86IbUQsKffUp1r55oaCXHfaXMsklD62B0gOlldmvM-PD_VLMb-wBQ1IN5Lm8Puud_wf40tEnXhxomFv9WF_Kuq4N8EQ7fkujhWlYU_-zhvc/s320/IMG_1734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716196665668162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhZ0XgZhznpuunhbBEOhmJXxE0ofp9U52Qy2cASujUkJrbj190QZAUjBo7BcwRhwpS4891WiuGQKSGPTqTRxZgaOz8R21z6gaLXbAy31MRrMRdirSIvHYRboiMm0H02RDpCOBwhWYEVRy/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716208970844114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And of course we have to act out the nativity. Ellie of course plays the roll of Mary. Jess is always the donkey/camel. Kaden played everything else and Kameron just wreaked chaos where ever he went! But he sure is cute when he's doing it!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZ95UJKRDa9Ejcm-Z6SQXJdf2RUXQUqi5jx_AQJ86Jh3HuC9mqlFVKpRrlWhg0jONJ8ALvfACU05sSjim-HrQJtF8cNFDc9fQ5PA8IgxbwbNb3DGWIr99EHvAm6cgObbvkN6AYIn694Z-/s320/IMG_1746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716214290976226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kaden the shepherd.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINEPXaq4JIaPI52MQzBm3Oixas3IWCjgfOHasrEpTICvgRW0_1d_y91adUgy9dbmozSUmN9ZaeH9YyTLZVqvngS4E1OzlMRps0yHrWkx-IPRsVcKj3TzJe1LpJTVUpUXc_FB1aFRQ1RsS/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716565912775682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div>Kaden the wiseman. Notice our camel is a little tired. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFttPsT2zTJwcX05CxEVcYxyNdi2j7OyMkuAplWZBOZNxBE0ne8Yib8J3-mVB1h6xcODjEPcIf28YVe03Cb2qp423tgPCiq_CxWiuB0u34tlMuHq-XDIMlzqo2uobJl3c67bJQv9GleBVR/s320/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715717488623602562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And then the kids open their pjs. Kaden finally realized this year that it's always pajamas. But they got to open an extra present this year....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QZCFRxI6sWipW7ArvHnQPXMRwg9N_JteZ9ZpzHVhXquQTjWmGKKJ5G8R75sJWdMbGSmagjYqbSTauj78ToqZKrmz9QLyrXw_vMyy74mNFMfGfx2a2-KzZSH9saV9hXlpwrL19dMXOA0g/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715717493034854498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">inflatable beds! I thought this would be fun for them to sleep in on Christmas Eve. They actually turned out to be really handy. All the kids slept in Ellie's room. Even Kameron stayed in bed all night!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzFCgcN5-Q_dLGzOlQO-xR_vbT6WfqedbD4ZVJQm0MS7NTR7VcgO1AXz1NJkPYvg7coK2IQllf91DToL2eAapSaLQX-Wn8hF34rNJdfmscRXS-lVWvdz_3FuWn7Q_VvhBR1Di9rrzcGpe/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715717493797279890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-41540950495911901652012-03-03T09:27:00.002-07:002012-03-03T09:37:29.420-07:00Christmas time is here<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB4yRDHf9dpY4BVMoRPXyJJsyF2exil74FCuc0s4S_fTOdirvmexu49vH9HlzL9BtwCg4Si50XJkxOFf1Io7k7cWl8KJw3h3M646dOdCblvi28gXAvaQoYsBCIYT8zqTfJa9R15QZvJX0/s1600/IMG_1632.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB4yRDHf9dpY4BVMoRPXyJJsyF2exil74FCuc0s4S_fTOdirvmexu49vH9HlzL9BtwCg4Si50XJkxOFf1Io7k7cWl8KJw3h3M646dOdCblvi28gXAvaQoYsBCIYT8zqTfJa9R15QZvJX0/s320/IMG_1632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715709260364560626" /></a>I decided to finally redo my tree this year. I was previously made up of mismatch ornaments and the ones the kids made from school. These ornaments have sentimental value but I wanted a nice tree for my front room. I've wanted to this for years. One more thing checked off my perpetual to do list!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNgxj8IG8a_oqISpIRgIsPk57GIweVPJXT-x1z-fX44dIHSl4c0sVRqhmeJZQrw8FnolBMuxEMZhHcxDwo9Ac46MAyYoHf8ncX7_gcf3M58-Pzr99PIqunOs5VIXINJUAVT8ENcBIgQ4Y/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715709272964424050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Christmas isn't Christmas without sugar cookies. And not just any sugar cookies. They have to be Jesse's mom's recipe. They are amazing. And I don't even like sugar cookies. And of course the kids love to help!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsqZ0idfO75DSIwz1jJ7dYLyi-Xd0RalfS7pR011CyUL3XvNSdxmkjwvG__QkW2OLBSOSYE1AGsrkDCrJ7c3poJUhRKcAC8XHxqi7L7R4qmqB6qy2y_TTZZmJnagZf0P9FzbxqFJs8ZGE/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715709276939757106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMMP1q-QxZ1r4uu_fae0h89TbCQw7-U5n_bb0Vub1zKQ-AXPxx_7dQaw4nyw7CliX-zmkFpitjT7QljfeChfnwBe8XPvDF5_F7FBuBVHwL_Cc6wi7ouTpCNraRh5akXrkB6yoZD3J44hn/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715709282036573026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-70777494033543729642012-03-03T09:19:00.002-07:002012-03-03T09:27:15.705-07:00Thanksgiving Bowling<div style="text-align: center;">We went bowling as a family the day before Thanksgiving. It's always good fun. Mom is always the loser. Even Ellie beats me. Kameron did his usual throw his fit on the floor. Doesn't matter if it's on the disgusting floor of the bowling alley.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dP2A1cojbSmYbKSsw9HCyiydomcOEfoTbAnnBj2NIlWpGp_07_d3Lzg-fZ8pLc03zPz3xrwvitYU0wzF7S62sZilNgW60RoJpgrUb70Kp3iLuv1Uu7SHOFM4SaSK3Y0WnoTU74AcZI2J/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715708009848199330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDXSBIielv89SGhbTUlfjv0PmhqS5j1912RUsHNDtlJ0BeZKEMUaoLEXf7L0aHPBF2zm5L6Ie_c0if8sRrPDUYsevvDfvLJD1DS9lHeLY5-WGQgpOqkV56tcq08H4d2ECCDdp0EWVAKsc/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715708014872835378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1q2v9KWhWBKREYmRZ4MNiXe8y0ayW1ICu4kO4Db3WmMZEPuXEIkV-lGEFKsvmbu9Ij3mA6bsQOFTpt3SvtEzem8ayfagNIBFutjIEEs7cTDOz9wEV3JJLWlp8TUEBZfQlFM6XVOtAftiX/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715708020068019634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FnTVWIsyIDOVMFKOUkE-oyEi0me5H-UbpCyRNWZsjp4yoeCmizuDqgTdYWmEGt8LzzOG-imLjmoADw2jr6tkSCpXummB_F8vgwLhqMg1c6gNtAzbpDXC4Z6Z-ZL8WGwXgnT3lRLgUrYT/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715708027781839522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-29311360862079841692012-01-26T07:24:00.005-07:002012-03-03T09:47:41.341-07:00Jesse is 31!<div style="text-align: center;">It's always hard for me to come up with good ideas for Jesse's birthday. He's kind of hard to shop for since all he really wants is computer stuff that he buys for himself anyway. So I was really excited this year when I got him tickets to the 2011 MAACO bowl in Las Vegas to see Boise State vs ASU. We went down with the Edwards. It was a very short trip. We were only gone for 40 hrs but loved every minute of it. Lots of driving, lots of laughs, lots of disagreements on the music we listened to. (Yes, Nick I am talking about your Five Finger Death Punch!) We went shopping on the strip when we got to Vegas, went to eat dinner and then went to the game. Of course Boise won in a blowout so we actually left in the third quarter because it was FrEeZiNg! We then woke up at 3am for the long drive home! Gotta love it! Happy Birthday Jess!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xwxVxSJmyttpW9PxnO-VuIbr9DyLlxotqpA1gOLS4VAHQkai50CQOXLUioCmZ75k1cOJWqkN11WqTQ4a5SQS_eh3FPkG6cJFx7PrXPSL9KUDGbchqBKIQwMpizGuLUDEPmcHqF-stKgF/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715712360113038258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Since we left on Jesse's bday we celebrated with the kids at breakfast. Breakfast is Jesse's favorite meal anyway. I made him breakfast burritos and had his favorite orange juice. Pure Orange, of course. It's really the only orange juice worth drinking. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCTnDiw8htY6w2pI4IYIfM45qOgL2Gu3lJVeD76RrCWROX8Gi0epwgTOdecPWsSwgX9MPZf1dGaHlHSq0pQqDYd8exPFd5t0TiV4Qj1_8U03vson3L5Id8RK6cJoIYoVuj2ou3OZ-67KZ/s320/IMG_1714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715712361906900066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">It was nice to get some last minute Christmas shopping done on the strip. I thought it would be semi nice weather. No- it was WiNdY and COLD.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJF1jnFiV6f_77npN25mm3vEB3Kq_rtPhyfpZRHY6GwpDaQVhFY7uNNdKo6leY0klISwoKbS80xGMwsnlrgySw1t_XOnjraoO8qBzUVLsZlYJxwXhwfuI5W4BgoWeTFyaF5aH5255_2ol/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715712365682703650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The game had it all. Fireworks, fly by from jets. Pretty cool.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGb58FVSE1f0So8qObX7unJTHnskrxbxZawGvigdCv9s3eGrS9avSjqY09P8DKWjTlcA3dx6CkWefhSfqT8uGaykqgO9jSVdJoA_f9IWyLpnhzzvN28KlNhLXj3ZlCpYtONis2BrPS3NhD/s320/IMG_1720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715712381499191282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMTqVOm4DM8C8qJIcSnEqnGplr0rzyollNpNTgO3-4uUE_x9l8NaAvl05-4CDcA4pqw4jiubjPhxAXmElp2g4oTzrDfNK7RgJAsTnbhu_yXKdgfOKX5JwORz-PSjwh26TbmRJ8Z3E1MNs/s320/IMG_1722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715712385145841106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-86876866423439965212012-01-26T07:12:00.003-07:002012-03-03T09:18:11.743-07:00Kaden is 7!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF6lC7c6MpcL-Nf2abkhJiWdttauduKAj5Uffu_aFkVfpfxFnqNGo2O6K3jRzGjxu7WF9RAz-jdW1Y-maQgdxTeJI5QV7q8IbFSCHHG_aPdiyWDgn_v77z5JWsg3v8X7zmvmWuM3GEaqr/s1600/IMG_1692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF6lC7c6MpcL-Nf2abkhJiWdttauduKAj5Uffu_aFkVfpfxFnqNGo2O6K3jRzGjxu7WF9RAz-jdW1Y-maQgdxTeJI5QV7q8IbFSCHHG_aPdiyWDgn_v77z5JWsg3v8X7zmvmWuM3GEaqr/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715705750754406706" /></a><br />I sent Kaden balloons at school for his birthday. When I went to go pick him up I sat there and waited... and waited. He was practically the last kid out of the building. I asked him if he liked his balloons and he got all quiet and said yes. Then he said "I don't like getting balloons at school because everyone touches them!" So I guess that's the last year I'll do that! Totally something Kaden would worry about!<div>And of course we made our usual trip to the Fun Zone for his bday! It isn't a birthday unless we visit the fun zone! </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a list of 7 things about Kaden:</div><div>1- He will only eat waffles, pancakes or french toast for breakfast.</div><div>2- He HATES reading but is a whiz at math.</div><div>3- He keeps his room very clean.</div><div>4- He packs the same thing for lunch every day of the year. Peanut butter sandwich, cheese stick, fruit snacks and water in his Batman water bottle.</div><div>5- He will do anything I ask him to do and he does it quickly. He is very obedient.</div><div>6- He doesn't like sports. They are too competitive and he is not aggressive at all. He goes to tumbling and he loves it and is very good at it. His teacher told him he does the best splits in the class!</div><div>7- He has a very tender heart. He tears up a lot just thinking about things that make him sad. For example, he got all teary eyed the other day when he thought about when Grandma Hiccup might die. He's a pretty sweet little guy!</div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-38337751365052389052012-01-26T06:57:00.005-07:002012-03-03T10:15:51.326-07:00Christmas 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMSd9nzpHP4QZsQPw1FjJO0tTibnZ1J6Ar8MESHbLEQWXYLXFpgjgZWD_ccqiXN8UPwxZCP2dRpF8t-0xmosf-lietA88N9JA47PuU9TnjWuKZonC7Bv1oINdgCTwpQxAgN4nVmhbp5Us/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div>Christmas morning!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNn3sDdy0wU4DL0RbeqTAbitsfzap3o_FfQHrG46o6IriGG8xLebvaJKfF9lU9tVuJC1W5PF2qd40GUW7ER_nK90fKtUbf07DCWkP88Dq9lapX6JDmI5Y3m_kR5bTYMCTERArgKEzw-0MW/s1600/DSC00976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNn3sDdy0wU4DL0RbeqTAbitsfzap3o_FfQHrG46o6IriGG8xLebvaJKfF9lU9tVuJC1W5PF2qd40GUW7ER_nK90fKtUbf07DCWkP88Dq9lapX6JDmI5Y3m_kR5bTYMCTERArgKEzw-0MW/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701941216199325778" /></a><div>I got Kameron this bear that plays peekaboo. He saw it on QVC and was playing peekaboo with it on TV. He was laughing pretty hard!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkQs04tsvzYbMOyhH4Wrv_wsHT2JC1Jw0ltkYw_HbvSWwhKy0zxU1s50J4M77h0I71CPRGm0z6KIUOLL7MoxKyfVzu5eYPLVgyrogoPgG22nuKJIKuCqU-ntGvHK7krrnglNxyA3dxfDZ/s1600/DSC00975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkQs04tsvzYbMOyhH4Wrv_wsHT2JC1Jw0ltkYw_HbvSWwhKy0zxU1s50J4M77h0I71CPRGm0z6KIUOLL7MoxKyfVzu5eYPLVgyrogoPgG22nuKJIKuCqU-ntGvHK7krrnglNxyA3dxfDZ/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701941204611811282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2_o5UoXrzTfX6xhmc2uiZyV85w6UO8rBPZ6Z6Ja5fHi5RIY7ZF-qUsV0OC3xYPTEaCfZ9eNDK4_bAqsZbViCTSzClGHvPurO0V9EsiGIBx2S2JOAMNP5OwdXos1PWsdIMIE1Hw3xWPc9/s1600/DSC00974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2_o5UoXrzTfX6xhmc2uiZyV85w6UO8rBPZ6Z6Ja5fHi5RIY7ZF-qUsV0OC3xYPTEaCfZ9eNDK4_bAqsZbViCTSzClGHvPurO0V9EsiGIBx2S2JOAMNP5OwdXos1PWsdIMIE1Hw3xWPc9/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701941194240366034" /></a></div><div>Ellie had been asking for a happy napper since the summer I think. She finally got one!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEVOPFantmYJbu8DfwzhebPRMdYCACBBxCQnK7EvLDIt05YvveW_jNyct9ct8DaXDVrfTaU6p-33rIT1xSJVKUQVrgG5fxWBqjNjOPKG8cQkPvoE9f8tR_tGkzfhDEioUStazdb-jfw1Q/s1600/DSC00973.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEVOPFantmYJbu8DfwzhebPRMdYCACBBxCQnK7EvLDIt05YvveW_jNyct9ct8DaXDVrfTaU6p-33rIT1xSJVKUQVrgG5fxWBqjNjOPKG8cQkPvoE9f8tR_tGkzfhDEioUStazdb-jfw1Q/s320/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701941189783068114" /></a></div><div>And Kaden finally got his dog! It's a shih tzu and he named her Fifi. He kept begging for one this summer and we were able to fight him off. Then he started asking again for Christmas and we caved. He's actually quite protective of her and will always take care of her when I need him to. When we went to Malad that day Jeramy was holding Fifi and she crawled up on his shoulder and fell asleep. Later Kaden told me not to let Jeramy hold his puppy anymore because he wasn't responsible enough- he just let her sit on his shoulder and she could have fallen off. We laughed at that one for a while. Let's just say Jeramy doesn't get a turn holding her anymore!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMSd9nzpHP4QZsQPw1FjJO0tTibnZ1J6Ar8MESHbLEQWXYLXFpgjgZWD_ccqiXN8UPwxZCP2dRpF8t-0xmosf-lietA88N9JA47PuU9TnjWuKZonC7Bv1oINdgCTwpQxAgN4nVmhbp5Us/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715720051013783154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-32931742734313909862011-11-03T16:17:00.004-06:002011-11-03T16:29:46.613-06:00Halloween 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxuuX0-Sk_ptz1hEm-QoX-aOz3elsWlHb8cl0K3sKZMNKFhRa58fDsUqUgVofg0bhzpbe0mra_73Gi1FDUh-ePl3lgVYIXvWafJDSA3_J9F4NId_5skGAvB8ZoaQmiwppZUV28doqeqY1/s1600/DSC00965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtK5ZdHmQd0_o8MLsH79hU7IklDfki8Lhn-7jJYSjsUh4RD6PYtJ-E0HoLi6rxgyfe-ney_CZr9Q0fyLLrsx6ImjC09_C4pGRnWOQyi_-9Rtw577UbquGzP-NSnzzRJObh67gLH-cYvbK9/s1600/DSC00944.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtK5ZdHmQd0_o8MLsH79hU7IklDfki8Lhn-7jJYSjsUh4RD6PYtJ-E0HoLi6rxgyfe-ney_CZr9Q0fyLLrsx6ImjC09_C4pGRnWOQyi_-9Rtw577UbquGzP-NSnzzRJObh67gLH-cYvbK9/s320/DSC00944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899165077774546" /></a>Jesse dressed up as a couch potato this year. I kept calling him my sweet potato. Isn't he cute? Once again I dressed up as Jen Wakley.<div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4lj9ELtCFqvNvU1wgFEmrQ-QEbfS-4ll053OxLZjEMjzwsi9pMlIaX77VqgdWaVNLx8QGnIDUVvVhmukPKXws4k-XCNnDulVVlPfx6bPWyl5KfFhH-7sL3jMaVHAdxikRwrC4iDsNJob/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899178067278546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6HuoxKzBGwlARDYzFnjXddJ282bCbs_9swJ-tEHHa5Ct7oH_MDPGZFdkAikS2ZNYlmlWuNOVXbn-F65AZkCfgA5GtDCh9hfsJ6H6zbqmIpiM93A5gESSRswuXDjqHhqMw9Pvc80edoof/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899188029995106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>Instead of making the huge mess of carving our pumpkins this year I decided to paint them. It was so much easier and the kids loved it! We did our usual boys vs girls contest. They both turned out cute.</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGBDYLXWHa9d6urotOAYcJiGnPUsxgsYh4CltS3uCeCviCRLaEHOICQuMnr5L6O6OsFTojGPo9r6-UK3LanlmufkCpJF2f2BVxMyJPVIvpyURpgKpqveTw76bCVRv78IUsnDQoJXr2inQ/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899218454830370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Kameron was a green dragon this year. He didn't mind his costume at all. At every door he would drop his candy in his bucket and then say "See ya!"</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxuuX0-Sk_ptz1hEm-QoX-aOz3elsWlHb8cl0K3sKZMNKFhRa58fDsUqUgVofg0bhzpbe0mra_73Gi1FDUh-ePl3lgVYIXvWafJDSA3_J9F4NId_5skGAvB8ZoaQmiwppZUV28doqeqY1/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899232386383698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>Ellie was a princess again this year. Rapunzel to be exact. Kaden was a hunter. He's pretty much been obsessed with hunting since he went with Jess. But I didn't mind because it was the easiest costume ever!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWm30MG9FzkILmSP5sf9FmkgANz8Cd1AizeYad8nZJhMIFbyqgyTb7-6cWDu1FReMm-em6eIanf63xQAKcJhNc9jomI5qZ05-ujlFwFUZLwBupKOPnGa82u5ZnhwDVoD1E2Uka0SOwRbyx/s320/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670900172477353106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>I thought this pic was funny! I think he just discovered his finger fits perfectly in his nose!</div></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-11918576372547793212011-11-03T15:57:00.003-06:002011-11-03T16:17:19.883-06:00Jesse's first elk<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kkE83BO8CyNDxPtxvmNK7ZOE4BhJkXXedSpo-J_ocZKR1M_w2bOVO6djcPyXFz2Pu_nI6JzqEYfVG7X5-cJr0485Urq8ZsZDlDXVG2uO9pbcsQ079Z-tAo5btWg2aFRlY8gghKqFYNTR/s1600/IMG_2740.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaA9fvmhAKw5YEsyT5Ugp8XdAWYePBGG3_xkHZTeKErN62cozmq-F5RSM0kPJPuRtok2T-xBwJ5uqSAnY291Ej-3Q8faQWYz3RmXoTbVHeky0OdV20Xgx3PNXFo8La6skjPL96tGnTViB-/s1600/IMG_2720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaA9fvmhAKw5YEsyT5Ugp8XdAWYePBGG3_xkHZTeKErN62cozmq-F5RSM0kPJPuRtok2T-xBwJ5uqSAnY291Ej-3Q8faQWYz3RmXoTbVHeky0OdV20Xgx3PNXFo8La6skjPL96tGnTViB-/s320/IMG_2720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893504738448482" /></a>Jesse shot his first elk this year. It was only a spike but it was the first one he saw and he doesn't care about the size too much. Especially since I don't like the meat anyway! Unfortunately for the elk his first shot wasn't fatal so they had to track the poor thing down for four hours before ending it's suffering. (I'm trying to not let my personal feelings about hunting come out in the post. Is it working?) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQqtbCP4U_OfVeePTMvFQ-qSY6RvSGAlxihVtO34Day2AwkgpA3XTjuQ2uLy9PbRCVYNxzt3j_K52Ye5F4MxWRnx7nnPtmT1hGNJJdUMO7CYxh9aYaxQpBQMgUHp3BQo2My3bRJpfjNTT/s320/IMG_2723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893514662212994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>He had a lot of fun with Nick either way. We all went up the week before to try for his deer tag. But Kaden and Brayden were with them so it was hard to really see anything. And they almost got their licenses taken away by the Fish and Game for riding four wheelers on a closed trail. :) Me and Ellie and Kameron had a much more comfortable time watching movies and drinking hot chocolate in the trailer. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kkE83BO8CyNDxPtxvmNK7ZOE4BhJkXXedSpo-J_ocZKR1M_w2bOVO6djcPyXFz2Pu_nI6JzqEYfVG7X5-cJr0485Urq8ZsZDlDXVG2uO9pbcsQ079Z-tAo5btWg2aFRlY8gghKqFYNTR/s320/IMG_2740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893530446868594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>Here's our full freezer. I don't know who's going to eat all of this meat. </div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-36047665373297610492011-09-21T14:55:00.005-06:002011-09-22T08:45:40.000-06:00Welcome home Nick!<div style="text-align: center;">Jesse and I have been best friends with Nick and Tami Edwards for years. I think our relationships work so well because Tami is just like Jesse and Nick and I are very similar. Nick left for Iraq last August. It was a long year for Tami and Jess to have Nick gone in Iraq. But on September 13 he finally came home! He flew into Pocatello with about 30 other soldiers. It was so cool to see him come home. I was crying and I'm not even his wife! My eyes watered the whole time I made this post. I never realized until seeing it first hand how big the sacrifice is for soldiers and their families to go to war. Thanks Nick! Glad your home safe soldier!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14FQe4MZvpDy_2BwwQcG5c4rx51BV9cfwmWhEdScQ29uLer4YhEPMeHhPfuPL1bjmCsm_r92BVvSEurVMmdC5J7e3MBB6aXqlqN1MDke9f4WtYObxzArQPDeM_yxKyn1ALB8kINgGR52x/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923097352567218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Where's Nick? He's actually at the very top of the picture holding Jaycie.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfz3XdF09WfHIr-BoRISdi2m6boEN5UJ5JXGj7oygQUIaZEmfpJADg2kK6PUN01JdRGdoPWFbdhcDkNJsKy1oo0rafprSCekfBZp2zrFJ6Zj7LoxAWg8B0oeNWqD016ZSNTqh6icSHTVm/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923102340210610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Jaycie doesn't let Nick out of her sight for days when he comes home. She's a daddy's girl!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNdg5imTEIg_MWTiViNwcmdSC2XCs40y-B_bKMjL7VxecC9z2QhgexKno3zHfc2PXbBErfRZiQokn6q7OoyFvhPEtiiep7TpxifiTOwK1eIWEV_B170P1m_wQXBafTr_xmYulM-V4hTdz/s320/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923106706364370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Kaden told Nick, "I'm glad you didn't get shot in Iraq!" So are we!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_r5Um5Zv5wMvF3EKip4DVmcqTdqdlJsDx9A1crVVEM71vB-nFvk0byvOgoCKjlHTy7E2hlnIcBR2QVZo_8tooi_tu_dOK6SnNGTLGRqcAWZWH_XmmUwAw0rH3xjANzGBGY7ZodYvfqAJq/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923116943222802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Nick always gives Ellie what he calls a tight squeeze. Here she's catching up for a year's worth I think.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwdr5dbhFGL57k3zLWO4HUYK_Adz5yxDmpdKQ334sCinw1qGNYnkI0o0WfyI20ZF9VrGkycaWmFnwEHQKdHAsiiPVnG7Ir4nMu5wTuAbBBftSkMW9mbo0atzn89u0vZGXkSo4oGxbkCPn/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923127096822274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>This picture makes my eyes water. Nick you have no idea how excited Tami was for you to get home. We sat at her house fussing over what outfit to wear, how to do her hair, if her makeup looked ok. I'm sure Nick would have thought she looked hot even if she came in her pajamas!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAI3BhCiqOoaQSym9KKfNijaGL9ktxDawabkmAB-CmgSs0jv7lq8Q8W8ycDc7xLmpgG5u4rWYRaUNK-w5rIOMVD_zYH2jvkD1Sg6wFhxe9chdThrJdHPJMXnIrRBO-0NaO_P1W7ghajHN/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924833603028754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>I think Kameron thought we went there to give everyone hugs!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcu_IdVIdcgCBdTi43o99OVAFGJsrmKZRFojmsLL0nJ82GMYo0CEurRIreZuw3yKCvGu-tCT5Jm15rGd6Qy_kmJcSVe7rnxgmqESoGfoGyRlPx_kYQPkL9HzaSo-11i7U9JhscKWn0Fcx/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924840315715330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Home at last. Finally, Jess can have someone to laugh at his jokes again!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EGOWXQmq-rMy-kN2ZviMUfNOfE7pXynATaiRuktQ0m-l_WdwlVj7qO2LzeMvqAyWAGl1ILXrkNBCBTPCNDdXQZIWGTijU2_Y0aEjHmwl6zxNu8oQ8q7-EbuMkerBw4ZA0iLXkkgyjoe8/s320/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924835891595538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Wasn't that sweet of Nick to bring Tami a flower?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD1fvvZ58DuWA0RB-2ghaTFsX7dVIqGZSZAhz0M822UROkpugH7AoLuN47a2veht45lz8Mk_zGYoigO2ztJBxwOVcTYXuJ6T7kxm_KrDiSm1yCGOfmmCKNYktnLa_bjAt75ax2dYJMjXKJ/s320/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924843096814706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Here's the happy family. Together again at last. Life can continue now :)</span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-17770069707684418112011-09-21T14:38:00.005-06:002011-09-22T08:44:41.876-06:00First day of school 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FSBrHtqbw-USQ1Ix34wgjruM9PISZulTyZNA58qH0gcZ_z_2bNG4lXtqu6Hbe0wczRObJW0XkIN5E2ivbyreUVLZHWJLEHK_po7qksg3I6GSBGfj2WWUtnSmQXUbkjWV6Yfibx1oXoXb/s1600/DSC00916.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGMAMFGM3OLbeONCO-0FvSqvhYVhq_o3Ae9ofmJoYxjgbRu0vtzz1bHUhJvGOjrp97EzKktrvKursgSQoddknVaIeMEFV3EvgCxQg727W16cOjR6pfb3WLqBKsc18WxD2d5s1bem84yHq/s1600/DSC00915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGMAMFGM3OLbeONCO-0FvSqvhYVhq_o3Ae9ofmJoYxjgbRu0vtzz1bHUhJvGOjrp97EzKktrvKursgSQoddknVaIeMEFV3EvgCxQg727W16cOjR6pfb3WLqBKsc18WxD2d5s1bem84yHq/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654916929928101490" /></a><br />Ellie missed the real first day of school since we were in California. Oops. Oh well. So here's a pic of Kaden and Ellie on like the fourth day of school. Kaden got two days in before we left. Ellie has been dying to go to school all summer. Not Kaden. He would be content to stay at home with mom all the time. (And honestly, I would be good with that too.) Kaden doesn't do very well emotionally for the first couple weeks of school. It's so funny how completely opposite they are. When we were walking to school Ellie was running ahead and making jokes and laughing and Kaden hung back by me and was trying not to cry. Luckily we got Kaden to laugh when I pointed out that Ellie's back pack was so big that it went clear past her knees. (Or is it because Ellie is still in 4T clothes?) <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FSBrHtqbw-USQ1Ix34wgjruM9PISZulTyZNA58qH0gcZ_z_2bNG4lXtqu6Hbe0wczRObJW0XkIN5E2ivbyreUVLZHWJLEHK_po7qksg3I6GSBGfj2WWUtnSmQXUbkjWV6Yfibx1oXoXb/s320/DSC00916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654916932717120066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-71905619262443743722011-09-21T14:06:00.009-06:002011-09-22T08:44:03.383-06:00Disneyland and San Diego<div style="text-align: center;">We go to San Diego every year but the kids are little enough that they haven't quite caught on to that tradition yet so we decided to "surprise" them this year. After staying up for hours packing all night so the kids wouldn't see, we woke them up in the morning and told them we were going somewhere for a surprise. Jess wanted to wait until we actually pulled up into Disneyland for them to figure it out so we didn't tell them anything about where we were going. We flew out of Idaho Falls so on the drive there we were all trying to guess where we thought we were going. Ellie was so funny. She was saying places like "Blackfoot! Wait! I know! Malad!" She was excited to go anywhere! When we pulled into the airport they were excited to see we were flying somewhere. When we were driving to our hotel the GPS voice said, "Turn left on Disneyland Drive.'' Jess and I thought for sure they would figure it out so we turned around to look at their faces. Nope. Still no clue. We finally had to help them out a little bit but once they knew they were at Disneyland they freaked out and were so excited. (Oh ya, Kameron was a total bear on the flight there. Not that we expected anything different!)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlBWVAoMsw8gtj9c9OCvmIPcYnugbs_CjOTqCJNIXgZC2nrJLIQubX4us9uFnqOAcRpsOxBIPiz-KYnZAMpFBiV3HvYdDXk3b4X4B8x4kXSNxAZfIvOZ-zO-5AdF5eshL07EAF0NfVcBw/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911613860248306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Something about this castle. Have to stop and take a picture in front of it every time!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32I6yNrvJiWlJdEG8En2cMIOENU3cD_18voiaKbtyYp0Ah4oZ_cVaP84qmpzJfMAk8tLQ2ROHmw8yOJ3oGgK0Ovzf_Ac7GBWHV4jPajjQjbJYyVLHpX4N2J2pk6IjQF92x7BSLY8swp7y/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911621229465730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kaden was so excited to do this Jedi training. You have to jump up and down and be really loud to get picked and that is so NOT Kaden. So I put him in a Star Wars shirt that day hoping it would help. He got picked and loved every second of it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nnBFcxnuKsoSPfoHUyo-N8k29UedPDLWIVRdz31oX6k1jMt0tnZjlyc-YokisWJM7YDA42cMsjKYpe7KB2czdcAEIqv4tYvebBYFoWhzauG95PYbqPu-pQ8grBzUem_a8xLPXm2Ro7IE/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182404640018034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Night time firework show, another must. We stayed on the resort this year so I was able to go back and have Kameron take naps and bathe the kids at night before the firework show. So nice to be so close.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oHdw3l9zvuTSsIhzYcu4lhW39lb230ssA3IdMqwKcxWbuZlEI2q7cEvkmggzNH4K3_rEkGsO0tGRVxKr03CUkD-P1wk8wwjtz-EFYVxUiIeY5EjivE4Snbc3AwTz4RJ8A3KqzknL1LmV/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182411272799218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kameron loves to say cheese for the camera!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZ1kM0JFWxxWTwLu3vkGDFzWMxe4ZdYbhLyxJdl32-BaBB2xpqnTK_peNZzOGx8j1iXgbhJ0PXecmRoFjeyjXMsrcVLFGhxYiDDAnobwZ97olXXBNyANWI33jOUFTAMv6Z1S7WfDqJwKO/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182416092045538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Another Disneyland must. Mickey Mouse ears. Much to Jesse's dismay :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gT3Ig9_UDV1aLSlppToEImH7PheSb4GwooYpS1HcLwTzCm4oCjX8OnKLvr11cr0lwlYIdB3adIK_4bo94AnmrsfwcSvkWRfcXDPb3c_5gQG91u1XGTdp-OJ6ppo1BTea6NbEAQdvRHsE/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911624625367666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">It was so hot the second day we were there! In California Adventures they had some little water parks for kids. It was the most fun poor Kameron had all day. He was pretty much stuck in a stroller for two days except for the carousel and the teacups. He got completely soaked and finally had a smile!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGA2MJZxTtL3ZyvjJ_tjLKhWq2vDk_QyoIAGonWnQVoS9GdcNPkHz0s7QqJCMlc0ffwHKtvF7CqBCryoR-6StZSJI86G8rnshgEzmgfC4oLvOw0df98QRTBoOG0f5z9wyYx-zgq5gmseW/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911628749819282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>After two days at Disneyland we went down to San Diego for Jesse's conference. Usually the kids have a quiet day at the beach. Not this year. Kameron smashed their sand castles and threw sand in Ellie's face. Never a dull moment!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTDY1Q2sf1BduFbkvsNncYt9JUGUkyGZL4l_q4LiSfTYt6YSPkUh4WIUsl8WQ0FfofQ1a3vPrBOrxJwk0pSdFoY6bLYXzoiPC37STmtdFicLzlfYexuVo71-o4JPyTjJhwc1SNvM06Lxn/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182416739340706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILiThntCuFkBLfKOpwWomEbcSeVX4CCpCCE-uY2vpkhyp0FIfeVciDdIA_eI2BldfdOEpC8M_Ka11I2zHFPcGRROEituWd8lvcgPFd1fKB0Rlnx3btJgolta32ff3F19rfjlfohHYtq_V/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182422803172770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwEHAC4b3o8i5yjxOjCRetvRsiSv0ZNNt8XKxPnyVI74LSD59OqzBtAxefxI4FOuWmSHKB28KWcXyhFqOL6Q6ymwXmN-QDczFPKLlJBMni88GpCeEZMSbSmhao-wXu5Tygt3yFbVwsFla/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187277167539090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVn0jm36549SqNcQh_GEzIoH63v9LDBZsB1RY3-QlckDR3cM5uHCsumEImDi5kKnMpUTTeqyJqA6RpXiwWvBhqoZnSC5AkWk4sbJkzSUV73IHgOJEfN9yLwxPtRUVsca2nxEt_7wditIX/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184310537845250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div>This picture sums up what Kameron thought of the beach. He hates sand. He was constantly trying to wipe it off his hands and feet. When we all walked out onto the sand he stayed back on the cement and wouldn't walk on it for a while. And then the waves would come and he would scream at them. My poor baby.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIp0FrAM5yF7g6lI4IPV6ly2edTw-8Kfxa5bWdCcTKrGU2UCRjj3bQ-HcqhpZywPS2oL7znC5432b3zPPSWJKhH3q9oMppa6zAtmXgpt0_mpG1yR7QMX3b-fvRl8QnsuQXBguMyXW1b64A/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184317599004210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Definitely not Kaden and Ellie. We always have to drag them away. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVq50Nxu-vSOdyuKNmQynC0LMEethDd2CoDyX7Ju7DuCNBuR1fg3Kpdl3qgX-5l1wzw0stOd8SEDHP2di4nzIvcSfQKVavLi5OlwCgrVOCdXu7ZxrEhqTS12S7QXLgGcO24EVSHhpInqdk/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911638986398130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>San Diego Zoo. I'm actually lucky I have this picture at all. I lost my camera at the zoo and a good samaritan turned it in to lost and found so I got it back. Yeah! Oh ya, and the zoo was awesome.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfUIg40j6YQNSYHASHjAKNFSb8S2ki8iqo0uhGxzUXkH8VLcOj3ojzUzwUlnT_pTHhKZMNySFahc9e6-e2Rn3Tc-q_XvcszUgRaIRMqxToPwUu2BmYVxteM9c6_nAYwBmjDkuww2MqHLi/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654914686477714626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5BNkHiUHntsmvtc4QXbQvjiygHpI_GZ-LLUCILb0x-pQlv8Leo2q-j3BO64jDjS-9I5wVhpFqMFe8jmBHrEU60hI-ATlsC5-AEHZnCjjHiflYNnCVlG_eBA510K97MpINzAyRop_Ez1FV/s320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184321527993682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tQVYQQti7muponxu3pInx0lXmYGFUtJNJU6RWB3Riw_1JVKQpMveu_NO1IJmJ6L-X9MpjPX9I0AeEC7cG6b1FHVgaJWJRquo_JC_3mLetsOwqbXYK629aaFaoK8-5AinLToVadIo6_jj/s320/IMG_1512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184327299800018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQ5-0GNd6voCdZs-nWIR_SKRazyV0D6njSebMwrXdt78phZPLvfigbD5lp8NXvwGbNLPJOc9JZGwtl_l4M3vKrHbbsxOA9N1472p2wBFm1ZLTVSMaZE5yYUEgJ8DogMc5R7j3pdw8jnfV/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655186332535763874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kameron hated his mustache. It didn't last very long. I thought it was super cute. After posting about our vacation I realized there isn't a single picture of me on our adventure! I guess I need to pass the camera over more often! I promise I was there!</span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-748926537619123182011-08-14T18:47:00.006-06:002011-08-14T19:05:04.914-06:00Casey and Shane<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKgFh896cdhgb14GpIU40gsDRbH9m-EmlV7VsXNPTqo972jjB33pMG-P_yqNuIbqQqVGqUj5OdJP7PJ9xyqQJSCgmzUVKU_oV_vI3B0yHiP2pp9JkHBEn5v9V_J0WICzSu3jHoWXk3Ywi/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYSpfO00QpbOot6mEop6c0Tk1YQ7gCScfCBdGEl-0JSXeFXCBT1uWBoriH8QzZ3T0QMCMVHac7_y6I73e8hv1kwvfF-kAgnAKHGS-DEMYx7TGPudlxBZkQb5uZ4FR_aFqKs9qTp1jtnvx/s1600/IMG_1398.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYSpfO00QpbOot6mEop6c0Tk1YQ7gCScfCBdGEl-0JSXeFXCBT1uWBoriH8QzZ3T0QMCMVHac7_y6I73e8hv1kwvfF-kAgnAKHGS-DEMYx7TGPudlxBZkQb5uZ4FR_aFqKs9qTp1jtnvx/s320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878958762098722" /></a>
<br />My little sister Casey got married 12 days later to Shane Humphries. They are an awesome couple and he is so good for her. All of my sisters were her bridesmaids. She had a beautiful outdoor wedding at a church in the country. Unfortunately since I was busy chasing kids around and being a bridesmaid I don't have many pics of her wedding yet.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKgFh896cdhgb14GpIU40gsDRbH9m-EmlV7VsXNPTqo972jjB33pMG-P_yqNuIbqQqVGqUj5OdJP7PJ9xyqQJSCgmzUVKU_oV_vI3B0yHiP2pp9JkHBEn5v9V_J0WICzSu3jHoWXk3Ywi/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879304528694562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8KHzoxPkrMltc70EEu-j2BdD7bZ_t1T7oITv2LJnHFIYSLPJb1kbnIN6KLFtX1tbARtH2ELwMF2R6A8cWV4xkNJ4pl_M78mJESMOMxVLZWrec5Oa1Qqr2WO5tkdp7DdzlBXj3dR1ybve-/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640882318027021714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div> But she was a gorgeous bride and I am so happy for her. All of my siblings are married now and I must say we have all made perfect choices. But nobody's as lucky as I am...</div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-73784607455772644632011-08-14T18:34:00.006-06:002011-08-14T19:01:04.988-06:00Jeff and Anna<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7D3UAuiikP7EvMHslBNP5Sp2PZdkJ6JeCSnoifhLWUd2sw53VHFwWGuKEttIGWWJmpjKEvfIg1cEhFZflAx-HtNUqbe-7oXQGQ8MlKXXuHuSfx0rwgrckgIEh6U7aGIBlSVMg0DReSjw1/s1600/DSC00845.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gco2krndc3pWp0aGrVavA5EIRHw_zZSY2jlsYjDYVdalfgDvwcPbeSVgg6vJYWpPFddnMINeOG1-lFBQSRWzEyJyq3JDUKQEjiya7hmh_F9ebVkE_hmLH4uomDH-PdoEukwDgWQ6hiay/s1600/DSC00801.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gco2krndc3pWp0aGrVavA5EIRHw_zZSY2jlsYjDYVdalfgDvwcPbeSVgg6vJYWpPFddnMINeOG1-lFBQSRWzEyJyq3JDUKQEjiya7hmh_F9ebVkE_hmLH4uomDH-PdoEukwDgWQ6hiay/s320/DSC00801.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878764687569378" /></a>My little brother Jeff got married on July 30. I can't believe he's married. He picked an amazing girl named Anna Belnap and we all love her. She fits perfectly in our family. They had a beautiful wedding. They were sealed in the Idaho Falls temple in the morning and then had a reception that night.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUfV9e9pqKZ-hrPV_hsLCJY39dyq7TEEWB5wn5AZSB4RyZW3PxLwGaT0GCaG76jh6_85yDrDR1PX2qLwaNMSz66C9F7EGRCZFJuiJs7BSy5GbiTpdD61AoMiLyMhgAJzLw_v9OAVGkf8L/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878770177569154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Tf_u8M_8UwTD4g1BUA27wuiGJXnGs_hvNffi9qCFZiQLxFWAzOUqlOH6fm73sCxSfOUkGcUOx87cSSB-2NPAXcEec3DUhFmV-MmKKhotqmq6ikwCzLVi2Lkxr-n5kTFzNy1z93Jmmcfk/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878773385767938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW6rys6sCJc9eCS2gLuhf8NnqcxPePy5FEKjnRcQQov-wyDklzhdgxLeKpwPhNPxwaoyGvYZ-XGow2JTNgq1fdslNlMDKk_zq4VyiITbl36FUaW20RGKHOypMSpJJwMwuKjYo-QwxD2eC/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878778385061250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">These are my grandparents from Arizona. I only see them once a year. I don't have any pics of them so I made them pose for me. They are amazing people. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Since we had tons of family and kids at my parents house waiting for the reception, my parents were kind enough to rent a huge jumping water slide. The kids loved it. Me and my sisters were dying laughing at Ellie because she had a monster wedgie the whole time!</div></div><div>
<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywg1kuSgWmg8rUyT1MnKLN00_yohGqSr0oBUhPyXoDuzIpmlm6gXCXKyKTpXIruY8YWiyQEy-17QI2RIma8rxtf0P4la_EsI1I0lHjLOItGShtEqA_P4eZEN6oIPEvr4ueWeWe9SSlWSs/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640880891595740962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>The reception was gorgeous and Jeff and Anna were so happy. It was a perfect day.</div><div>
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLL-imTR6jjd5Js0xfy7n8wInjny9I5NP4_Q3U44eT0AVm6duOL2hLjTNRcLK5rsrpzhDfNOMsuegSAJBolc9kJSb7juBiV4rPBNe0yLTrfr_sm8Wruo61RyXNDVYClO-BIw_ZGFFV31y/s320/DSC00828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879706925230194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7D3UAuiikP7EvMHslBNP5Sp2PZdkJ6JeCSnoifhLWUd2sw53VHFwWGuKEttIGWWJmpjKEvfIg1cEhFZflAx-HtNUqbe-7oXQGQ8MlKXXuHuSfx0rwgrckgIEh6U7aGIBlSVMg0DReSjw1/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879704302062578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kameron and Ellie dancing. Awww! What a gentleman! Ya right. Everyone who knows him knows that's a joke!</span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-27757467569444981512011-08-14T18:16:00.006-06:002011-08-14T18:40:42.320-06:00Bear Lake and a broken arm<div style="text-align: center;">We make a trip to Bear Lake every year. This year was much different than any other year! To start with, the lake was VERY high so all the beaches were under water so we didn't even go to the actual lake. We stayed at the KOA which luckily had tons of stuff for the kids to do so we still had tons of fun. Tami and her kids came with us and tried out our new trailer. It was our first time using it and to start it off right, we punched a hole in the side of it while we were putting out the slide out. Oops. It totally crunched the electrical box and left a gash in the siding of the trailer. Needless to say Jesse was NOT a happy camper! (Ha! No pun intended!)</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGrUjGs3fcB6114zGE_JuyokuIDfh9d_Jv8J_GL10iMf3s8PkRw2a4YM1U4Wr0MaJuu4x5xSm7bGARY_7ePDnJAJA2Tx8no_G-Epd9kAmoZnjViuVpdLfnYp76Z1zdFaUpXxcZwfVi58a/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640873760671974738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div>
<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVpRorNV_Yr8DoYzQuN0XCNQPykvkoDC1bFrkfopQO_9QrCO0x3DK87LVPanZruLoD5mK0bu4QnLAeYXpWe6DOmadUPHIJDTBWJVrdKjnzd1qL2gNQzGlJanG_n9bVlmde1CFu3JDb1frh/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874808594314898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>The KOA had cool bikes to rent and a big jumping pillow that the kids loved to play on. Things were going great.... until Kaden and Brayden thought it would be a good idea to jump over the cooler. Ya, Kaden didn't make it! When he tried to jump over the cooler he landed on his arm and ran over to me screaming at the top of his lungs that he had broken his arm. Well, earlier that morning he had fallen off his bike and insisted that he had broken his back. So I didn't believe him. The poor kid was up all night "trying to get his arm comfortable" and in so much pain. So first thing in the morning we drove him to Bear Lake Community Care and got an x-ray. Sure enough...</div><div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qu1IKSM8iW2QJNHi4MORHwaVPPM4Oq_rcWksHPlDdNMpv8smpemHtSEgn-c2DHWhYZDls-Z_K2Xwa-0dfJKPslj5ytLvniaxh1etup5SKYEAxaDSjI5gBD86XBTnTqXp3l_erFpkF1E5/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640873763051538802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1_xNYZqJgLqA7TL7oTeafRc-M5j-twdu34_vYBlDfgP2sx7PqENyrgeV20wW4M2vWKxCwpMrHiS1Y5s9jHhezA6Fn-mNTQakQvQkjjCd19j8TzKxHJNHDZIgLNe0_H5fI3oHEgglnH3P/s320/IMG_1317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874805010997954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBT8eohO8SXimWcd4i9BSTTRz3cY2nkLF3b4VY8y9bE3s96mJSQyYB_dLy_xeXyKSfuC1wqo7en98ydKcjEsKgbyy-EATeyqgi7k4N8Ah3ZWUP-Wds2RK20_MJQk3PmgQvfEPn2Kqjmcd/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874811850795602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>It was broken. I felt awful. Poor Kaden. I guess I'll try harder to believe him next time. We had a fun time still. We went to Minitonka Cave which was really interesting. Very cold inside. The kids did really well considering there are 888 stairs!</div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR2ox-YXYeXwsWVsCiTgliV7xzAFRD7eM1FbZ9oh6r7Jarkz2hlWhX5MS5OY8mcMMNBkdTtPXqdFoatagZW8xVRSD6f-ftNDBqJz94pfo66tlCA9bq0fSm8Ds7Rj8834-2uGW6_nFi4nl/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640875645796077986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-21510979367405980262011-08-14T18:05:00.004-06:002011-08-14T18:24:00.920-06:00Tumbling<div style="text-align: center;">The kids are in tumbling this summer. It was Kaden's idea. He is really into Star Wars and thinks it's so cool that all the Jedi's can do flips and back flips so he wanted to learn how. He does really well and tries really hard. Ellie... not so much. She doesn't listen to her teacher very well and kind of gives a half effort. But she loves to go and has fun on the tramp!</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3V96ma1jbhyphenhyphenoTidXY4DN3J4vpG4iOcYD7eT2FIe8mRgpgzSQ-OCAfOG4bYs4CFeSOyerY_eX73tC7ip-Dwpyuyqp9KQ3hiydZCVl8ajKVeZzbafAlnceweYwcZnmBXXCCrI-y-510flh/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870432292255362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This is Kaden attempting a hand stand!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9tDUG4cHlTyyqe2womZxOAJxPWZCURq6xh_-VZsScGHRdGVkVbnd6G52ZuuEe0OYDpzDjiZR3yTx4U6ruzOeVizsSCnVms-1578jdCjGezATD6Y255ulcSXBT-SY-9sndy7p-UEHyCNa/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870435536673266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"> </span>is Ellie in the middle of a cartwheel! I love it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgMPl-xy6FNwIZHhNAKjuh1tmcSptcMuoYKkpw9IKv5Op9rlwj4Dqj0DqI1pcaIGPkZ03EE7vVcXdarM4XdbM24MQJXdGRtjX1JL6FiCA1_d-TGcp-Y4ef-oglLgOU0yhSAh9TdLQfLPB/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870446657816322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Here's Kaden doing a flip on the tramp. He tries so hard to land on his feet!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTZ0Q9X50D0zsl0iQLEUTTgkvUrUGzxkncb5ahxmwUwMo7qdyE_exFgKb_nooMYEldrAgiqwVAN56zOroSHBdeoR-0ATjFUxxsNAqETCTv35mQaV_N2iWUrUi00226Xe023mAZwafg0vP/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870451321531250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And here's Ellie doing a handstand. It is fun to watch them try so hard and get better each time. I think I'll put Ellie in dance for the fall. Kaden will stay in tumbling for sure. He can't wait until they teach him how to do a back flip!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
<br /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-72365675060391047412011-08-14T17:57:00.006-06:002011-08-14T18:14:06.220-06:00July 4!<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvCUIQsxE3-rrJ48cMq9hAZkmcLjtrRaQ05jxekrao_GmwJ79NuT8IYOG_I045G5i73ZfiOVUQlX6USBznlKoZdlgGUUA7882R11_yOle31hd81fOduUF4vtkakOshaHiC_R1N727BI74/s1600/DSC00754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazSkvp4kq_spBD3OrT-aliEl7LXw4eEKHv-4l1NxrD_KDRoeyq8e9lbSPEX2gzn_EeCidaO9kkedq-2XFG93ixP7xwTbWvVhtjlWpjZ2cfUnNMEVs7GxMQEuUEss5NI_LBUTdbgSWf4jg/s1600/DSC00749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazSkvp4kq_spBD3OrT-aliEl7LXw4eEKHv-4l1NxrD_KDRoeyq8e9lbSPEX2gzn_EeCidaO9kkedq-2XFG93ixP7xwTbWvVhtjlWpjZ2cfUnNMEVs7GxMQEuUEss5NI_LBUTdbgSWf4jg/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866723777922146" /></a>
<br />We just stayed in Pocatello this year for Independence Day. We went to the parade in the morning which was LAME! There was a total of about 12 floats. It was over in like 15 min and we had to sit through a rainstorm while we waited for it to come. Blah! Kids didn't really know the difference though.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Irlcw2UHMuz3bHEPfRdJWXqyMW_7X96YwYnpmtDIF-3artoZPozf5cZLjFHPMmq-pzIKHrMZDUbBF3tVVcqYP06VVU2LHwoqN3eMu1gB9DfA8X2-14Pj196CkhtVpALybYV5ad29eq6a/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866734417328066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvCUIQsxE3-rrJ48cMq9hAZkmcLjtrRaQ05jxekrao_GmwJ79NuT8IYOG_I045G5i73ZfiOVUQlX6USBznlKoZdlgGUUA7882R11_yOle31hd81fOduUF4vtkakOshaHiC_R1N727BI74/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866739028447938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">We went up to the fair grounds to see the fireworks. We just sat in the back of Jesse's truck so we had a quick getaway and weren't stuck in traffic for hours. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFt3co5O59W7CzLrG70nHCPLmqKyopR1VePKF2YM06Wj6utVEPU3KcKxVmDIuroDXLIwjjxztkFpAU2uUaRBhyphenhyphenE5xY5dPJrgZQiSmpp8zbvU4t2DHp4FzwkoVp4U9PrLTLZEjtaqDBvd3U/s320/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640868518557818338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJXRXOrHOsTNtgQsB5J8NyaVaH5-dUXEzNcgN5M5OzoaWcntpkgCN85m23OElCIomQ3Np0SBYCQAJK12aS92-VdqiZ45pGEwQ8zTqgcNxvE3VPugW1kNuhhJ8qycQa0geU831wND7P2WZ/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640868522768295266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Then we lit off our own fireworks. The kids didn't get to bed until 12:30, the latest they have ever stayed up. Kaden still talks about it!</div></div><div>
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<br /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-6976325168858015872011-07-03T15:38:00.004-06:002011-07-03T16:01:46.771-06:00My baby girl is 5!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWFp-wDgB-XkWjwlDLx9maeTQyCyzmo18OgC-M0gMdtHCJzHTWy1_7TkejJomv1SfMhSLz04OHbe6nE_UnhbKFUikzUZALCyj-AEjwsMBiWARXKfsGz_81ztffvQH6ue6mdud-BsX1mc9/s1600/DSC00746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocmD3jocJc75BvRjERzGvxOh-6v0kQ6dPbbhhqlomUK9W0PH0A8D639MAF1la_q81sWLnMl7bGNFwvmXaZDwOvR8-NmlFjrJPcjptRCzu71KGCJnRW2FnDPWbx5BB5xdb16gSeBV0pvq-/s1600/DSC00723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocmD3jocJc75BvRjERzGvxOh-6v0kQ6dPbbhhqlomUK9W0PH0A8D639MAF1la_q81sWLnMl7bGNFwvmXaZDwOvR8-NmlFjrJPcjptRCzu71KGCJnRW2FnDPWbx5BB5xdb16gSeBV0pvq-/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248271476251138" /></a><br />I can't believe Ellie is five already. Here's my typical birthday list of things we love about Ellie:<div>1. She HAS to say "byeloveyouseeya" with a kiss everytime someone leaves or she is in tears. Sometimes it's frustrating when I'm in a hurry but I know someday I'll miss it. </div><div>2. She says the funniest things like, "Mom, my nose be's squeaky when I'm in bed." She can always make us laugh.</div><div>3. That girl can sleep! This is one I especially appreciated when she was little. She is still my best sleeper sometimes sleeping for 13 hrs. </div><div>4. She is such a good friend to her brothers. She can be a big kid and play with Kaden and then turn around and play baby games with Kameron. It doesn't phase her at all that she's the only girl! </div><div>5. Ellie loves to be tickled. If you do it wrong, don't worry, she'll tell you. She'll sit by you and stick her arm on your lap and say, "Tickle me." It's more of a demand than a request really. She likes them "softs" not scratchy and will make you do it until your arm is dead. </div><div>We love you Ellie Bellie!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the front of Ellie's cake....</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVuqI5nCUfgtcok4Oqg_Hfhd-4YW5rLseY2ld6bgaOOPluNC2CW1rWhqdZAqU-kF8LPchSdfHoJtQnUo09hLrHdcizRDJXZcmQJfDyAz30Bp5hJHZz5Efd1_fkS9B61WNZRIkKxmil3hGn/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248278643474898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguilVtcK6fLgS6Qrwsi9FS4sSd0M75GjyD_1Q-EP84niJQJXDS_7mUVpqRn1dXLhiilq9yESVpCqEvqfuvr1I36MkPJkm2qJJMMaECTg0te87P9Ds6bGtusUxJJqZietKHI9ulj6qGe-q2/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248284625169938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span>And here's the back! I have now vowed to never make another birthday cake ever! Everytime I make one it is a DISASTER. This one was no different. Everytime I turned around more of the cake would just crumble away! Kaden said it was "the dumbest cake ever." I totally agreed. Luckily it didn't bother Ellie a bit and she was just happy it had Tinkerbell on it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oDd-W8uR3NM4EkPuwByyJbmzVz6pNbnZ0PhQk4l-xzQBdOKnGOGjsBoEprp_pr0kfILX5kd9Ya_oH9mZoPANYtRL1NriPQJ70HLaRGP-i1uncmi9EYSIsfL7wktDyO16JQp3a9TfN8AK/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248301648740274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>And of course to hold with tradition we went to Texas for dinner. They didn't sing to her like they usually do and she kept asking when they were going to, so I sang to her all through dinner. I'm sure the people around us didn't enjoy it as much as Ellie did!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWFp-wDgB-XkWjwlDLx9maeTQyCyzmo18OgC-M0gMdtHCJzHTWy1_7TkejJomv1SfMhSLz04OHbe6nE_UnhbKFUikzUZALCyj-AEjwsMBiWARXKfsGz_81ztffvQH6ue6mdud-BsX1mc9/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248528629934626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-90135107060357626602011-07-03T14:54:00.007-06:002011-07-03T15:36:20.668-06:00Mesquite<div style="text-align: center;">We went with our friends Heath and Heather to Mesquite for a week in June. It was SO warm (yes Jess, it was warm not hot) and we had tons of fun. It's always nice to get away from the distractions and work at home and just be a family. The boys went to golfing for a couple days and me and Heather had a fabulous day at the spa. I was the only bump on a log that didn't gamble at the casinos. For some reason I have no desire to go sit in a smoke and alcohol filled environment and lose all my money! :) We had an awesome week!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuFzMIRjMAnPQAVfOGY6osF6LVwvu_Gp6CQrj5mliTfRcaRlz36vHqVu3OLhHO_b5ERl0MOnWvcRBjt8dIz3I0p99ZWBlsw2x6yx7BtIAiH7uspnOnVcXcxTJUgGXSw7QpC0FCUxFdvpr/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234555629282114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">It was a long drive but the kids did pretty good. As long as Kameron had a sucker in his mouth. He actually was quite the little stinker. He sits in the middle of Kaden and Ellie and he would pinch them and pull Ellie's hair and yank on Kaden's headphone cord-- mostly anything he could do to make them scream. What a turkey! Super cute, though!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDYHm_dqvaDTPNnCKY8FAxvnL6Qa2jXMXn4yR_hBbSzJxuYm0atchLR5T0t1TE_0ym53pzzwrVv2E7Mp2Va9Zc2W4pkpuvfAzMU6w78ubRLD34nI4jJBIZZzOceTPnvT5VGdTUk8R7gYf/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234559410704194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Je6OGPzNcyFi5KNueGi06wTyDkLoSlqDWWdvwOQeDM7P_l4Naomnk7ODI7DzcPvduHw-FQ89i1gOMuhwvZb9lVHMdDTe421Fc6lpNXlANVgiREHrH1RXL88qrNTu1f_FI12TfjC0FkjS/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234568051913698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></span></div><div>We took the kids into Vegas for a day. We went to the M&M factory, saw the lions at MGM and of course the Bellagio fountains, which are my favorite. It was a little warm for Jess and the kids so we were pretty wiped out by the time the fountains finally went off.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWF1AQpviq_oVpLKkGwqpD6zVpmfRfXaTtEZ9kPetPOQludl2cZUZBAp92AJM6WHrlQEqSfnd95M0t8Izk-baGAtMspWZVpHFSsE08lXG5xF4bWqWfqmfd5CsB-fMzcOsQ8cb7iYMYqv09/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234580008054610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">We went up to St George to Sand Hollow reservoir for an afternoon. My kids are beachaholics. They could stay there all day and still not want to leave. It was windy but so much warmer than Pocatello. I love the red rock scenery.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtV1Vk5gFv-20Ys8aZpagBioutFrBV5TowbJzJ6VElhe2K8xQ2dpVPuHt1zMqEDLweXO5T0RlJi-isv0tpr-NvrFLC4yImdbAeo_WPlMZp-kQyAsIQhRHnBnEP6W_Mg3CdWKw46j9v8nY/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234580654153682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d9qDHwvIws2q8SpcOCLzdy4SLhjcac5cVNmWmNKQnLb8n8lSxhQO6AKm4i2HXYx__x7mtVg9EjrhTQSNkTR-pnUXoyX1YUrQpLGn4gNZhGCMtW-24vND4ML8CX_8Du-6VRpQ00x9EWRK/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236223076905282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My wild child. Kameron has texture issues so he didn't really like the sand too much. He mostly just liked to sit on the chair. He never ceases to amaze me with his craziness.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirnI3PoLJ5YLbOpVQEFlyAo0v78cIehQEwQ4nVayFZCkXpKNrRNXQDJslRHQSC9cocp08xLMekel3Seo57QsQlZOTMLAcDCnxrJWzJ2s1ZY2muO0XXwSDrZniMDbSm6Y_HzhQoQ4-FxVc/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236228328077010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Sigh... he's so handsome. My love.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTN2W5AySBqwjG6E3aPtJ_L5LW_WDg-MQAjz2iinx1iWs3refvOK_-1e8wyoDxTHFMbmvTuSsmoKdv1Xv63JjZnNQxOv6YJvOyiS3XZgkHyAQTMTDywWhaDCe-eu4uYdOhBg_NJupumeA/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236232246286050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y-jO4iXCpRM-22HBdVHMVWruGXzw_pdlbZR0HK_741YWgsCgc5sQu1XxdfzPMM0LC3rSWb3VqqeEETL1_dFYg1s1wGQcYBNSwmzM6HK5xvaFYxASE_x9-xQTiR44fyGamboZSKt1kv3Q/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236238382711490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxBG-TUEKgXMOxOHZtfFKAuSdk6Fd2R0XyX_kqKeBei_no1hAM6cu2UCp12nM9IoH7IrAjA7dc0Ew2KOjp38q9DGA9wiiBDblGMU-Y89Q47sotbhMieSkZa5jjdKOx2rYYxTKZovLxZvG/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236242487988194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kaden and Cooper decided to make sand angels. I think the sand was the exact same color as his hair!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsLSHJADUgK9bRcPQTCXfk9NVxUDbhCt66MGykuv2ZcpvzLpgJVlVqlttpnpglsSJB6lxK88wlQjQsp1GaEZrMatSIpH3lTEq1nTmZccuxX50jE-GNmnHHOQJz1q3ArXCgOAFMsxjuokY/s320/DSC00702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239236778464386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">We stayed at a condo with a pool and the kids swam at least once a day. It's was nice to soak up some rays. We have not had a summer yet in Poky. Nobody wanted to come home!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2A_K1lR24ULF7lhyfgztnFJ9pn8i5PLFRcbM98zrqvUIy8KHCJyTQ5_v6uAiiI1LBxXLjE3D8QmcblUM0vHt7Gyv6YqbqINThoYq9tzFXWCZO_ozO0wSRFGcIsimGrCy1UCGhPXO3yQ_/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239244895912722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEWRhWpdL0mqAOyzQvl1mOyRTEsvl3uKODqW6rqNUKuslCB2dHPEeWtFwiOh-v6Ve1lwJbcV5BbSdt3VCaubF4PsZ8Z8Uae28UZpNDaV3DFQo1PmLYMgIUJmwuialkWNVGhbadUelGitG/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239249947588578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Yep, there's my kids. My two mello, obedient children and then... Kameron. Never a dull moment. We love all the excitement he adds to our family.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5G9ubs_vZd_yNuRGgE7t51cUoTv2pO05qvRPNiknXA3Px6DHh8jqesi811dt-PZPwidoBUPgv071R85ZlsCkxhmqBiS_slkyHGJyeBU36WGXK8VHdsN2WDNRdQwUI0Z7faPhlz73GejH/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239262173349362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Heather and I took the kids to the St George temple while the boys golfed. (This was right before we shopped at the outlets!)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqF-ePg9f2wNa8bvERg368P1KzEYpg7nivM_H5H9RSHyIoeUkRewy1BFMTpQurtoqdeGu8XkmBcih7DQ1Z1j5HYo8nARDExlizcx3Y4AbAPgUG-jVxopU8FWIQCleeQ3Emlj1aQcU2h0g/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239270588896706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnJ_XvXd3n99RknhbMRoAHN8KzvzOMBGydUzfVLvhqLy9m1C7sn-IN6YBUwqtBA2E5DUJPX69MGOq3jZkBg4KeCgqPl-P27qFXQ4__EfJFAmkN3IoQe-SLKMO6WtMcKx_bySZC__ftDyB/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239532689763394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div>That night we went to the Tuacahn Theater outside St George. We saw the Little Mermaid. It was cute and well done. Ellie absolutely loved it. Kaden and Jesse... not so much. I looked over once and they were both catatonic and slumped in their seats. Kaden said there was too much singing. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHFy94StDL0KmN7-Zd8cEPMoAO5-p-inc0AxgIAw4kkKwpB9O4Zd6w5AQpUA2BOh5NhBXLTAinpr0j1XEOb5rJBUFpJ6r19pfXSw3nEia4QLN6Owg5qD9x0sgjK_Er7d5kzVNy2QrRazR/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHFy94StDL0KmN7-Zd8cEPMoAO5-p-inc0AxgIAw4kkKwpB9O4Zd6w5AQpUA2BOh5NhBXLTAinpr0j1XEOb5rJBUFpJ6r19pfXSw3nEia4QLN6Owg5qD9x0sgjK_Er7d5kzVNy2QrRazR/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625232590189270610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>We had the lucky experience of getting a flat tire on the way home. We got to spend the afternoon in Fillmore, UT while they fixed our car. We ate at Bucks Pizza and were very ready to get on the road again. But we were watched over and blessed and no harm done. It was hard to come home!</div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-83606515706530325632011-07-03T14:15:00.002-06:002011-07-03T14:51:53.217-06:00Vegas!<div style="text-align: center;">My sister Keri and I decided to get away to Vegas for a weekend in June. It was so relaxing and fun to spend time with her. We were super close when we lived at home so it was nice to spend time and be best friends again. We had lots of laughs (or as Jim calls it "cackling") and just shopped and ate and relaxed and watched Law and Order late at night. Just like the old times. We had a blast! Thanks again Kiki!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-EIsf8U5A-WOJUMQgSDiN2vKbar9it6QKyBDyCeP8FEkdjioDzRw5zSHf4ha-yzjFLnQ9HmrgwXekyCL5MiaGji_ffXCDuhrp3i2kZsQxD2BzfZn-8cdrHM859dv1PsAThdLJU-lmkaW/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228476420270146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">We stayed on Fremont Street, which is the old strip. It was cool at night because there's a lighted ceiling that they light at night but it was a pretty rough crowd. We stayed at the Golden Nugget. I know it sounds cheesy but it was actually a nice hotel.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzp_vEHTR-oQccsq-nLSgIdciA6rVfPGXezsS0GnH-MYSYOS-bw5f7LFbdu5D4eR-F7l0Fnavq6EkCSmD9uQGtyveClWvrpvuwlv1MBm8tDqsa35zjR1L6Oud6GaGRyDS2rqgPlFKlb7j/s320/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228483212290018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Hands down, the best part of the trip was going to the Cirque de Soleil show Beatles Love. It was AMAZING! We grew up listening to the Beatles so it was that much better. We were total nerds and bought tee shirts for the show and everything. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuj8BnD50CPY4UksctFrWdeCXU-nBe_FfZFY7zVTAFtFAwYRCwUFQKOOyifZTxzudBdNS1PhVf_awwa-zRHNrvP74TL-msSTnmSAKz8qaij_OrFYEaAC2m8fa69wk8XxCK4e4zO4UES7j/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228493606148018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bTjJRGNQcqaYh3x7O0pd6qBwSxMw2QEDuSVYl2du84da-Whlv3sK6Y6Rc5zENtlSC71RjfMcgzccTGtNLwEQiAE-qBW7Qjx0j7UaC1eqMlC2f4qUIRjJMb3BfifCRntTwQGJ4nrDFJZM/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228497227644754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Harrison Ford!</div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-87027457093705004212011-06-02T12:12:00.008-06:002011-06-02T17:12:11.396-06:00Wicked, graduations and bikes<div style="text-align: center;">Jess and I got to go see Wicked in Boise in May. I have wanted to see Wicked for years and keep missing it by a day or two in different cities when we travel. I LOVED it. But I love musicals. Jess not so much. But he's so madly in love with me that he goes anyway. He did admit it was good and even laughed at some parts. We made a weekend of it in Boise and Tami came with us. She was kind enough to watch the kids while we went to the show.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcmG3FMDdMtV8SYT1dSi4MbLkzUpw9CczzMeOHZcURFKj0RNhRyWHUVljETyVSWurcsNF_jMxKzdr6lRHgFxQS0Mx8XCH3z_QHGM9KGP3iBhZppaIYNDepcXm8ucf_qhRQUnrmIMfCWIH/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691610514875810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div>We barely all fit in the car but we made it! Poor Tami was stuck in the back with the kids!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqpvCLhbS8yhyoPt-VolH9vhidGT9uk3OhO6d5D5cVhDrPuBBKp0CWd2Lr36JzOZAaviIucwUmFPhiXgCTunUujwzufDktEwTah_mAEFVe4K09_M6Qv7XormvU2r5_3ZiYE6CBJRo7ouF/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691611210636642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Our handsome chauffeur rocking out to Boots with the Fur! We missed you Nick!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65UlS85b3NHh-rPWyYGRN70lh7dCBmH_ALireWdNXmG27aEGfA3WYSehBZCxUAkUABERGg0tBltFNAXJtMbvss3bz5Hq3MdrfjBDWFq4pCABeC66Ui85tdktlEnsGwRn_HmgPpe_zBaRk/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691617318415170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">We took the kids to the Discovery Center. It was a good time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZJQXJHFMOroiv00k1jz59kTvMEQOx7SrleMRFnq0nNi0WELY8AellNJ1LyDU5glIaFquct05HfKRYrYrRtfmTs_RPs61yl9ym_c3_P1JHc20aSEw7L6oSBX7aZKl5T-MAf5vKpuDG-SN/s320/IMG_1094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691622337487650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Tami took the kids to the zoo and the park while we were at Wicked. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yWifNRyAR9JeXcN3neqy6dF2bFzjm8wB-O3WdYB_W0xFz5coz6PKoY4JFmDVLZiev-TO7jjXwfpqqMFz99zFUUXaKZkQS9Su9bPGpV9YNrIfnAax8QYs9Dr8r1PB1zGH6c1k3YgFPnjg/s320/IMG_1126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691631850178050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofBOt_sOvSdcEF0OJnsmaDZ9oIAEoVe8W6So-6Bb1KGdPnA6kRADCjrKtTJLbupHj88HL3ZlC55sJ94lhHmx4c0qaeQ12ZqUhqX3L21srq_-SWvC8cCoCIy0DnQDidaefEXBzAn9Kjmmd/s320/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613692514519569842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>And Ellie graduated from preschool! She loves, loves school and was not excited for it to be over. Mom sure is though! I love having my kids home with me. I miss them too much when they are at school. Summer is my favorite!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJejQS94RhT-ULtmOK940VAYZ4sjSDDlkiTp1Oz_tEf9p8OwWlbl708v5yRmmX4UAYc3mr5JpslxAlwzNMTVPjaMHd1hSQp9wwOi9RN3OdfV0k9jL3WPsHXoCkKlOZOdasyZSiNqXJA_j/s320/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696845092200706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">She was the cutest little piggy for their skit!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyQiHg_2bRR4_2moY7QE3vuAn2MGkqTv1YI3KHw_2DNQS8uB58iAMCjTdVNNcZgkaJd-dFuyqmUYyZIXyi0FHWSEiRHzoIRdeib7Zpc1AxIujlG6VAH1sYIZmWyoj8Qs2Qr75mFIK1747/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696848689559266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Here she is building her house of bricks.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRptrmA5sB4NP4RFZPTKkyQIaNolG0wJGjKys348BjpQ-vU-uyhyansklDhPmsXsHDnM26AIfXL4t1vUpUq1sxUJNWemxxuSrqM5KDAEm_A_aVkspeHuuvMgesKHacR5m2fT9lBNLmuua/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696855368617442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcMG_4mmlX-0K1X6tWqKIkgPygWtho21ZhM9YUqwiclErUD7mYbMWR17ikMWCZ8o3LyebqIM7YTTkNiwQ9KfWZdvS3SaI_cWoBVQByPk2KYSV50pt2r1aKPRdLXX2TM9SrYkF9RYchpCe/s320/DSC00613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696862227546226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvWvmtvSRGQ6GZgsW_lVDhiv5rYThQjEfVFEgs1KgN2dSvVJSkKKk9PavFDlTWBNObxmEkIBqolwuAdsss_tySYd23UySUvCPs46QrMv5fFtcnSHp3vFHf-JOgAT8gjVGsqAn3VvkLmgk/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696863499115442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Oh my handsome baby! He always smiles when I pull out the camera!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Then we had Kaden's kindergarten graduation. I actually got teary-eyed watching him walk down the aisle to the graduation march song. So silly. They sang some cute songs with actions then received their diplomas. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrbUmNvQD_bRP1bpMBH4i5J0Fm-SIyOxM7n2jIMz6ZlF47yeoJNMI3ZiWX86bKoVk1Uhqw0zSyBHiN7XMKJNytQqgUJQy3C3CaszEdEhxwlQxrEFnGQIFrH-aVKAKhBFFJPP9LbZZfLxi/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698301548963746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTL_Wyo2MoGihYYCSqdmrziWB-2-JzzLs0mADXhr6jwMvUQCULFz3E1b_r4W7TYf7zLdY5LTW4DeWk6SX7R9tJY8cuwZYhnCqQBjfiVctWdw87WpQlizQv7DAxOsQeXiYPbnBeEp-7aQj4/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698304142240514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div>Kaden was so funny- a couple days before graduation he told me he didn't want to hug his teacher, he just wanted to give her a hand shake at graduation. So we told him just to stick his hand out and she would shake his hand. When he went to get his diploma he stuck his hand out to shake hers before he even took his diploma. She grabbed him and gave him a hug anyway!</div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrYNGZhvJ4vPjFUs5optFOoNsPcBp-VscclB35fofiYf0rynQCsE5exhZ4KygopXTVCVgNrxpLke14fkY5kvlvJMqbOsEbUc8egQarO9ugoaLX4C2ZGUwsQPq9uAAW7zFrpfVhlV5_TEk/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698307361874466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHnK4vKNhFVh9OdoBIMPw08XHg4L4JfAk4KzLQsl6RNtNZ9mxR5k2gs7k42YwBBXcrhhGX80WKy3wc7cyaxvOwHrSJOmkqaZXnYrQ0U78xqfsUKwWUp8Im_6DAZLVytG-lKRH15KmxxPy/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698314613926546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbcOJ_HEiBIlPIYTfDQkkDCR1eYRwu5FBQFigrRWqzMn3wGIkDF9i1Cw6Ija-QIq-pzWQf6Lix5qu7JSwnkm29I0RahlpfyGuMSjBJBujShL5HRjkaYCK_Fv0cu6LVOWgqy64SpBkcbFR/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698320667010946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div>And we finally got the kids new bikes! Kaden has been riding an $8 DI special and Ellie was still riding the tricycle she got when she turned two! They are always outside riding their bikes. It's the first thing they do after breakfast and usually the last before before bedtime. Now if the rain and construction would stop so Jess and I could ride...</div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-70580061090359905472011-05-13T12:44:00.006-06:002011-05-13T13:08:26.874-06:00Behind again<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">Here's another catch up post...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;">Ellie loves to play with Kameron. She chases him all over the house and has HIM push HER on his little car. Once the weather turned warmer she let him push her on her tricycle too. It's fun to see them play and get along so well with the almost 4 year gap between them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdot7Q30ZiBjm_StB_Xjida2kcUgnlJlj8L_wBsrAJi8wrQ-ty_OQKizof0cEASFqbILF2kaZjqzsfIM0fR5TaVijLqW4hSe7X4gsrLTQOefzLIQ2CAlEzA4s3a0jy03mJfdcNeMxnYyg/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275237719836978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;">Easter was the usual color the eggs, find the eggs, eat the eggs deal. Most easter egg hunts are over in about 60 seconds so I got tons of eggs this year so they could hunt a little longer. This equated to TONS of easter candy left over. Still it was fun. The Easter Bunny hid Ellie's basket in the shower and Kaden's under the table. She even hid Jesse's in the washer! Sneaky! Kameron's was a little easier to find. :) Kameron finally figured out at the end that the eggs were supposed to go IN his bucket. He never didn't figure out his bucket had a handle so his eggs kept spilling on the floor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguRVrjaclnBpXSSAbl1Sd63Ld4CuNJLpKH2w7IgDk44VaBnlIGRda6rfk5H46AAipO82YsMUYA7n1Rn9QjMkNL04TCCXli5W3_lnlfFKx5DOhhj0mdQP2ExOzNNOEzcEI6w7siiN36ufO/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275250665258306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqkWagRTJCjuzPlKsi2VRkdw6Pa1SkQ9kgsuFMpPz9C490vOxI_0ZT4gNn9mqd52w-3fmMMeHJq3Sp6_7AUdXFXNW_8D0KO912H-c0c3tAV_gJy0iOJarysi4_XPmYwtVNaeXMEYEXJEN/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275261288965874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">(I really need to use a camera and stop taking so many pics with my iPhone- they're so fuzzy.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;">Jesse was so nice and let me go to BYU Women's Conference this year. It was absolutely wonderful to get away and recharge my spiritual batteries. I went with my sister and met my cousins and aunt down there. It was nice to enjoy being with the girls and listening to amazing speakers. We even got to eat at Kneaders. Yum. Jesse was so nice to hold down the fort while I was gone. Work was crazy but he still ran the house and did it all. He's so good to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J84iFkZ7HezQBGjltCVAZ-D9faARXsl-uY0HbQ9frqsoOhQqNUqcxQOZAWr2astioJxa4mcYSXl-_fOTwNWRUZJ7LxgIvbh7qJNQ9c8oOvTVDogNtMokj3K6hyphenhyphen303rKIf31W1QwBrIbN/s320/IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275268432028770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is a pic of Jess and Kaden at our ward roller skating party. It was the first time we've ever taken the kids roller staking. Kaden had a rough time for sure. I think he expected to jump out there and start doing double axels or something because when he kept falling he was so hard on himself. He kept saying stuff like "I'm the worst skater ever; everyone is better than me". It got old after a while. Ellie was smart and held on to the stroller I was pushing Kameron in. Luckily I got to push Kameron in the stroller most of the night or I would have ended up like Kaden. And in case you were wondering- Yes, Jesse is hot in roller skates.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOEq9_fPVS_A2tJVaUHJCaXoC5DyVI0-ySmSKpRAfUlPNsMZxAPGJUsLPmqoFArqRmRfoDlcxc0fkpyERCyF8Vb6MUrGKEU88Ji_DPbaIFouMyu0PokwAtWD3uIWE6zA15z3Rynay-EDJ/s320/IMG_1035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275275967723090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Finally! Last but no least, Cinco de Mayo! I have never really celebrated Cinco de Mayo. At Ellie's preschool they were doing a pinata at the very end and invited younger siblings to come. Kaden didn't have school that day so he came too. Well, this is what ended up happening..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwzNXk3ZOIfwd-y06rBTuNg4fcxPgxaQXbz7CLp-xIWJs2ehraaLk3-DqtnslvgjJdc9ySQMMdJMzxw9OkQdn-fZxVi3hu1kf3CZdEmmCX4Vk7GMTgBJeYRBTI21vl1hLwN2jwmGrZySt/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276502321065890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">Kaden didn't get to be a part of it because he was older than all the other kids. So I felt bad and decided to go get a pinata to do at our house later that night. Below is a picture of the face Kameron gave me when I told him he couldn't eat the Sixlet he found on the ground. He's so funny. He doesn't talk much yet but his expressions say it all.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jDLIEOgL59lUxwN7dOO6LuSwGLGmywMxBEFL9rMpoDvb_mwJ6mfl9XstCgVCEHjxqeduv7c15OL5ZKDhLB2tHKWryR8oPT1xNbdMLqMuKbKUvHdsP8fQe27eZKmpb8wd1yq0oOLYGO4t/s320/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276511279546658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">What started with a simple pinata turned into a full blown fiesta! We hung a banner, tied balloons all over the kitchen, hung lanterns, had flags and sombrero hat straws, etc. We invited some friends over last minute and had a good time. We had chicken enchiladas, quesadillas, beans and rice and strawberry margeritas. (Alcohol free of course.) It was a good time. Se habla espanol?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0l5DF5i-zwGMYoOZSTb7eumDIGEDVd6sQ5kh4M-iKkmjNP2AmT0wIkLB-93r0kYL7bSOSrTPwPSlVxG-m4hLUBFD5BYyco8pt04JcEPGrTpyFrZfvhN6767AQUpUVwhVukwev3zKWzVKM/s320/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276521048093906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvRU_coV_6C_81Cb2f-tb1zVrIn5c-OOP_KwwnBR7TgVI2E5c00u28Ar3nd7mm0GFESQfAqj3ZtF3GjzYN2IsB-i01oqsY8Dl003OlAylN6OOnIj36SAbel1LDrLLHF6ey2zXaxXoU71a/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276524964034274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">This is our make-shift pinata. I realized after dinner that I didn't have a rope OR a place to hang one if I did. So we improvised with a mop handle and a belt. Worked the same. Kids still got to whack it with a bat and squealed like they had never seen candy before when it broke.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">Whew! That's three weeks in a nutshell. I have the best life.</span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-71660585509908633042011-04-19T13:14:00.004-06:002011-04-19T13:44:17.532-06:00Spring is here<div style="text-align: center;">Ahhh. The signs of spring at the Wakley house. Jess breaking out his motorcycle and going to the rodeo.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9z9RbWRT3voK-ZlOyFhdAiPrUI5by-d5neaPjo0kJDznDGpZMT3iGasdQqziEIV3-hHnttmoE1CmJ24_r6mGP1-jr_DpgGBI5MppKPpyBM7_cLNBaCaVyIULTJG7_8tMkqcQIWAHBdcb/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379827180334866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">We had awesome seats this year. Right in the front and center. Thank heavens Kameron had this walkway to walk around in all night or we wouldn't have made it to the bull riding!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhrjMy9dnjrKZEOsCIxwpnJUO9bWMxmzjjft2zhUKV-30TTxOsN9VvOwn07VmfLtaJa9cHErT0cl2BrOO2C3T4xfRYqBvM0DNIPN3XyUu2MiJjUaYq9BLqetMa3uJJFxDZNcxiCJl7xL7/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379817782316226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRaNn9uuEe43cwq4DGRVjSvrzH0B4N1e1YAQSVE5urM5a96ozv17cjMtgrmOLX-qfb9E1OPwaGKzqdxQA90noqD1nngAuBZ4XLEluAWmNGx6tXrrUDU7mG5x1Ba5VRwaaP0K59XhsPS6N/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382219314017314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>Jess took the kids for rides around the block on one of the three nice days we've had this spring. The kids love it. Mom didn't get a turn :(</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8lWVCLtzHFgC4-XLqwGDzhziK5ARXUFwNLQWwAMCEr0XPj3zXqD6geFZjj7gzru3G1CJtC8wpNnxuDe2cru89i5eS_kPDA08WkcC7HN35a5_er0UFwigA6cl9BX_xtLKyAYJYMFvq0fn/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379813698440466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-FRtAxGOJIZ3B6aZ7J0dHVkxaVz8ryb353LayBHpF3log3oPJJBUtUuqwlccy5oMfqbnWYAsOEKMBbfx-aLqWLZ0IiOh1SNuc2rlyjSYnpCV_85tmpiYqLFojadvFiKST5g_Tri7QpTu/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379803401821154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><div>Kaden is way into Star Wars lately. It's all he talks about and if he's not playing with his light sabers he's playing Star Wars Legos or watching one of the old Star Wars movies (the new ones are too violent.) He is my biggest helper around the house. I can always count on him to do what I ask without complaining. Heavenly Father knew what He was doing when he made Kaden my oldest child. Here's my favorite Kaden quote for the month, "Mom, I wish baths weren't real."</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccz63uG6kq-p3K3mG6trFVWy3E1InRpm0CQC25isuBBuF0wCTwC5k80F2EIt8slmbCffTO4_95jfI3xt1o0DNCMdTiFKH1shNjOIMqhVMTJOQViDw9QjAr5YpmD6Q6xP8Pg4ViM8zX2dp/s320/2011-3732-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382190174597378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /></span><div>Ellie loves going to preschool. Today she had the option of going to school or staying at home and enjoying a relaxing french toast breakfast with dad (which is rare because Jess is always working before they wake up). She chose preschool. Stinker. She's so mellow and laid back but can be brought to tears in seconds. Usually it's over little things like Jess cutting her pancake BEFORE he put syrup on it. Here's Ellie's quote for the month, "Mom, when I was sleeping my shirt fell off."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0JesThYZhaO7Syr-Zfvm7PDyGt2RH5nzyDDe_lr-Du8cy6jMXV8KfWbUdGa0sJwnIy5R4KZMYRA9gwo4bPpDbbeE1dm4n8Mr3YoQjOnOIjK963kckEJO3wA2xZn__udfWtTWzGLQkda0/s320/2011-3732-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382204108815570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Last but not least Kameron. He redefines what I previously knew to be a toddler. He is so different from my other two. He gets into everything, throws fits, makes messes all over the house, empties my shoes into the bathtub (then turns on the water), tackles the other kids and sits on them, screams at the top of his lungs if he doesn't get his way, etc, etc. All this on 62 calories a day because he still doesn't eat a darn thing. BUT with all that being said life would never be the same without our Monster Baby. We love him so much. He keeps us on our toes and makes us laugh every day. Since he doesn't talk yet here's Kameron's monthly moment: Kameron LOVES the vacuum. Whenever I vacuum he follows me around, stands right in front of the vacuum and literally nose dives onto the vacuum. That's my upright vacuum. When I get out the central vac hose, he hides in terror. I don't understand the difference but he seems to see one. This is a pic I took of him hiding and crying in the kitchen while I was using the central vac. Silly baby. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4m2U1Cb2-i8wfQKxEPZqrnbhKCm-2toKY7c_qSa3hoCEYowYrzFurBj3yUrApB6cqrwQByRL_fHBrlDMElcrIUs_r99xGV04RkHDQ_SqTI6-ZOqKuEGLzldWet2S6Up1g3L6hmVk2O-YF/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379800797600290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-55829119515648099462011-03-29T14:07:00.006-06:002011-03-29T18:50:17.425-06:00March is almost gone..<div style="text-align: center;">I am horrible at posting lately. I can't believe it's been a month. Oops. March was busy but fun. Jess and I celebrated our 8 yr wedding anniversary on the 14th. He brought me home beautiful pink roses! Pink is my most favorite color for those of you who don't know.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZt3sypo92lgY5cVo5ilu38Fqn2HxjREZ0cN1cWaYsq4deUhDm4V4JvIehpxBfFJwDMZdlQbIfVgYjfo0Oaa-58dcXxxVyP6X-CDf0IuAAClynJW8dl0ZlIajJ5s3ubY6wSq7k96G6OcWT/s320/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589646994696700274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span> I made him muddy buddies (which he remembered when I made them that they were his favorite treat-- I know him so much better than he knows himself :) Then we went to Sandpiper for dinner. Here are eight favorite memories from the past years:<div>1- Kaden</div><div>2-Ellie</div><div>3- Kameron (in no special order of course... or are they?)</div><div>4- Our wedding day. He treated me like I was the most special person on earth.</div><div>5- Our honeymoon. He gave me a tiny white flower while we were on a hike and I still have it pressed in my scriptures in the Bible dictionary under the heading "Jesse".</div><div>6- Our first christmas together. We had NO money so we weren't going to get each other anything. He surprised me with tons of presents saying he "wanted our first christmas together to be special for me."</div><div>7- When we were taking celestial marriage together at the institute while we were engaged the teacher was talking about how we act when we cherish something. He pointed down at the way Jesse was holding my hand for an example. He was softly holding it between his two hands. Ahhhh. How sweet.</div><div>8- All of our vacations. He's always up to trying some new different restaurant or to go swimming spontaneously in the ocean with me. We always have a blast. And even when he gets ANGRY when he's lost I think it's cute. Love you sweetie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdr6b_hXkWSgBQ9PZErxifo60fhPsGAfi7X_l6vtWCGN1kvbgeAqygJ9SvGxget7tYksF8-aC65MwTbCGEV3Cu6AA6MOvMJXyRC2NhMUctN3wzYn36cLScOfavzz5FSgKC0vJaMfG-Tfe/s320/2011-3732-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589646997814270834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Why are there so many wrinkles on my face?I feel old. I found my first grey hair the other day :( It had Jesse's name on it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For spring break we decided to just go down to SLC for a getaway. Our trip was cut short when Jess had to work for 20 hrs the first day. One of the construction workers at the new hospital cut all of the internet wires so the whole hospital was down which wreaks havoc on Jesse's PACS system. Needless to say I didn't have a husband that day. We finally made it to our hotel in time for me to take the kids swimming. We stayed in West Valley at the hotel with the water park. The kids had a blast. Then we went back to the room just in time to watch Jimmer and the cougars lose the game. Bummer. We had a good weekend though. We went and had family pics done, ate at my favorite sandwhich place Kneaders, saw Tangled, hung out at Jeramy and Heidi's and went bowling.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsi5-YZeLgYRb4WrEn1kZfatRCCDIJPcbIam3VlflDl2n3JiQi6o978RlFpAowNwmhaf3BEznAsgjUSxYY1C6sMh7sl2TRC3UsvrZkPIUv2MqCxLJRez_oUCox09avIhrNqcpBzWhV3H2/s320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647009512181506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Kaden LOVES bowling. It was the number one thing he wanted to do on our "vacation". </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5NjD5z9nOEB_BFKW-ta4S1Z9QN0wwU7AMRdQ5yvnmZvjdnN4lcHAsLcvwlyJ9-y0OnMYWPg7gl63MUBt9zO0KQD3Qv5_hhbqhhIHOiVoV_xD8lWZepCpt2rbP9IWUEhnjNsAkQtIte73/s320/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647019686166882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Who knew they had these to help kids bowl? Obviously not me or I would have been using one for years. I got THE WORST bowling score out of all of us. Including the kids. I'm good with that though. Bowling is not my favorite thing to do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8RiYBttrgEDvUFX3NYTUF7Y5eluAKvrAVjk7P3UgeBMdAQkUUCjSEdF1HuCHeTHSZD4UQSSOKOCxG8Oq4FhUYBXumFTGJUZIkLc2Dl1FeVrBgHX-n3NZM6jRhFjcRnEk1rrNKby93fCl/s320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647007052073186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div> Saturday night we went to Jesse's 10 yr misson reunion. (Thanks again for babysitting Jeramy and Heidi!) I love listening to stories about his mission from OTHER people. They never fail to mention how crazy he was (like when he scaled the outside walls of the MTC to take the bars off his window) but also mention just as much how hard of a worker he was. Anyone want to watch my three kids for two weeks while we travel back to Croatia?? Where's Jesse?</div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBr5rs_RODFVQZ9IhMrv-2Z58_rE62pcxmE_emWowLVITawC_IhPyR_jXMG05BSlKUzTJSDooH6ftPahWJNbrbTZ97GhGjS61ds5F-04A_E9tASs_ndI87cDq0ACD3plQOcVEcRfGz0C9q/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666340532803074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-19012649481964546402011-02-24T13:22:00.006-07:002011-02-24T13:54:54.061-07:00The joys of my life<div style="text-align: center;">I love my life. I am so blessed to be a member of the Church. I am so lucky to have an amazing family and a healthy body. Here are some of the things that make me happy...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KbLw4xfXqO8qJeVSnqm4rsAS291NlCfLJmztEekF-pA4qHyDHfDe1VdE_z1LPb6_AMqRvZHPbfzgy58hed5ecmHaJH12EeLIceZYxVktX2umwxbXG_pvgEDZx7xc_cJJYF1a-hHgqM9j/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355729890443746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My crazy kids. They love to "dive" in the bathtub. Mostly this just means sticking their face in the water for ten seconds. They make me laugh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit73VrMiyiEP6Sok9CWnkm0Z2d6k3O7C8zroiy8eM2gt9FmLXfmlV6X7hDIAHm0G-u7ZxJNO9z9WPObxVSIVHwG-_o8RiAFphP-PgKQEN8mxefr-UkDBRdJVutC7KQSrIBvR2uC_jxQ36G/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355739789541522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoducK6bS_4D6vbhTj7pP4soKX-1823h6iNQpU2uN2_5UCGft0V0wC1eLRu5Gd55_ck1D5rwIm4B9kD1IUgAMqqfuDCOntHa5E7wlCddr9NiuG7Ud0EJ96wliECEDgsNB863dU4g-zUAXi/s320/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358976049160594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div>My MonsterBaby (his nickname). He keeps us all laughing every day with his jibber-jabber talking and screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason. This smile melts my heart.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAi5NfxUPXab1Zz4xfOCLogLjDjwZaAkf71NgrFr8zZkPhWpWkwWEdHZ4zt9w1c1nTo5D-GDKLnRfVxIJGv_0yf8N6qM-ZwM2QVfn4BjZmktSPd0bbGkU4SE2WULd_OUY3K-zEOuzVeSga/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355743424187282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My sweetheart. He always plays with the kids so I can get stuff done and stays up late into the night trying to calm me down by thinking of rational explanations for all my fears and worries. Jess and the kids have invented this game called Jail which is a combo of kick the can and tag. It's always Kaden/Ellie vs Dad/Kameron. It has a billion and one rules and I love listening to them play.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgCwqu-0pnANB0vR_RPNoctSC9Dd-0aGnolQkK9I3DOPwoVkOYfGRploPLkUwddfg0aWObHPyE07H3CBpvwamMZaiQa1VNg1PQ-nAgmYei4k9SgmVT7OuzneaPcZ0eQfxrgzx34IFwONf/s320/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355746721059122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Time with my kids. I am kind of a perfectionist. Jess prefers to call me a stresser. I have learned to let go of things like a clean house and a scheduled day and am trying to spend more quality time with my kids. At the end of the day, which really matters more?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28p3yPRBwRnRwkJWcr8fbphamzC1FzwZL2wJ_jsvPxyisY3WQULze36YSeC_rNqOnucb0Uyb2CEEO_s9cTHd4r8Vg_QGIoaGHOkRVg_3h115pbTq-8nlPwZoNLancVU-a7h3Wb4qrOA1u/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355756240356242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Who cares if they wanted Christmas and Halloween cookies in February?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZd-tIRLKTLfbkSFCf-3KoGVroGshhD47bcg-bkE5kfbU6ZNy4CpZ6nf7EXv9xuxBd8O-9zeKhEio3OfBGBEa5C_taB4vs3tb-OouvdoiORuzLRZyKEdgFFrLcP8SDq2YME9tQENPFSL6/s320/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358736462290402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div>My Savior. Without Him, none of the above would be possible. I took the kids to the IF temple visitors center yesterday to watch the Joseph Smith movie. During scripture study one night Kaden kept asking questions so I told him we could go watch the movie. He didn't take his eyes off the movie for a second and asked a million questions. It's neat to watch him build a testimony and learn about the gospel. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_FlAqPoM5EHv8lzr41_GSV5aCR7GEpOkMKvdyEXEimzSqXajKVQ52FAgMzjfzcrrcZiFiIXBO0XQIPknMbAHg84Yyd95o5V5rJRLIo9jfnXIAamVxjopSWOOSiPv6G7mL7zFCUpaUPCQ/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358746100011410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ok, ok. I had to put chocolate in there somewhere, right? Ellie has an obsession with cupcakes and so I took the kids to a cupcake store in IF. Ellie was in heaven. Kaden refused to pick one out. They didn't have vanilla with vanilla frosting. What a goofball!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5yZWPtUDjGJbOAkNvIfRfLRmLgvqRfyI5425_vkN7g9nJMPlhVNB-uRNyw4NDxLZGSd-9XnciD0xHTvWH7yihBOXdwhtAIFEPKiTKiJLKoONnd2bAHGszk6txbtJe1eDmHcwLicY4kGl/s320/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358754028509794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I love</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJriKxlVo0UujK9o-1vy9l482WpmomHtIg7HM5xVm1fb2HGScgStBuA4OPO-g5FJ7x-tTmo30_TpyUtlRjx6K5aAXPwpvOx7eA_sVGXI9i49OdOTTrMCM7wKJt6MJDRNI_OLAIOPDAi4n/s320/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358758253175634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">my life.</span></div>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-46418211448925969722011-02-14T18:45:00.005-07:002011-02-24T09:47:51.997-07:00Happy Valentine's and Kameron's walking!<div style="text-align: center;">These are the beautiful flowers Jess was sweet enough to give me for Valentine's day. He had them delivered to my office since I had to work. He was also my last patient of the day so that counted as our valentine's date! :) He remembered I had purple roses in my bouquet when we were married. How sweet. Aren't I so lucky?!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKAuUsi1-oSqK9izHb2RrWKjCXDcVIovPKqXaL7tGKgkeR6piGtMcG5CGmqwX57-SwrmsWmCG5TLdiXL7YaxntWbAEY1-erwnXs51YvvB0OFDutcqHT3qOrxb8slyLZPUShVKo-AMHKNd/s320/IMG_0816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734869487836930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>I love my husband more than I can say.... however. He tends to be a little on the disorganized side. Those of you who know him understand completely. I have described him many times as a tornado wreaking havoc in his wake. He leaves things in random places and loses everything. If I had a dollar for every time he said, "Where's my wallet?" I would be traveling around the world in style! For the past year and a half we have lived in this house I have refused to clean his closet. I just close the door and ignore it, trying to make him do it himself. I finally cracked this week and cleaned it for him. Needless to say I filled TWO big garbage bags full of junk. I found some really random things that made me smile and just giggle because he's so funny to me. I love that guy. Here's some of the things I found: the lost tax papers for his business that we have been looking for for ages!, 11 golf tees, 2 golf balls, 6 tubes of chapstick, 25 referral business cards, 5 pens, 6 bullets and 2 UNUSED gift cards. Here's a picture of the finished product. I put a gift bow on the door.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeEH_fWltSixTuCFtG1xhRTByckE081ElWtAIIJ4QInfQq6BgBq30KGqsAujB0rkakDT0OSRTlsJLW0eTRT3-lUKjwJge3aZrMQUh9xcNoJVT8r9JKCr9xkNjf1uMxYqx-V4FN-d9IDee/s320/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734859818328066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>Ellie got a balloon for her valentine party at school. Kaden wanted to see it and let it go in our living room where the ceilings are really high. So it was stuck up there for hours until Jess got a ladder to get it down. When she finally got to play with it again she refused to let it go. She watched a movie, played airplanes with Kaden and ate all her meals with her little hand clutched to the string of the balloon. She's so funny. I love my Ellie-bellie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJQkwIqjZW7bfWuTJrpdbH4_lBhtAsDMi832yjm0y7-e0XiBNKjOlqy-_Fv1p1YXW3-Ahu63XUYObmUizS_U-D914-CQs20AUjqea4E-sQ85x-8quH30mzgpMQH52wwAagAzTKtEUHyO1/s320/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734865489764194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Today after work I was standing in the kitchen holding Kameron on my hip and Kaden said, "Ooh mom, you must be getting ready to have a baby real soon because your tummy is huge! OR you just need to exercise, but it looks really big to me." Gee thanks Kaden. That makes me feel like a million bucks. Kids say the funniest things. And mostly, their honest.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>And last but not least... Kameron is walking! He started on his birthday but he is now officially walking only and no crawling. He's so cute! He dropped weight at his one year appt and is in the 6th percentile for weight so I have to put him BACK on formula. Blah. The doctor also wants us to see a speech therapist to help him with his food aversion. He's such a funny guy. Here's some video of the monster...</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy2WK9slthRaF8Y1jR-yuYpNu-A_siXHLoRhOueHioXG03vWfN0xv0TfGdqyRWa6lpjrtvTReCpvklHUbVCHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcjGJemKc3w282zUlQdMPiKBwKplUTMhDnHl2y3ITDz7YxVymE1vELTmqvK4H8F872ZKGyswIzZKg-sipaIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jess and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661noreply@blogger.com4