tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63969703867645316862024-03-13T18:09:16.471-04:00The Diary of Gabby HindsThe daily happenings from a three year old princess. PSSS...I'm five now!!!Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-56211029010760511002010-08-12T15:03:00.002-04:002010-08-12T15:04:46.424-04:00Ft. Duchesne 4th of July Pow Wow 2010 Teen Boys Grass-What Kaiden Hopes to Learn...<object style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/r4abnZYuLOw/hqdefault.jpg");" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4abnZYuLOw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4abnZYuLOw?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-61991418590539434362010-08-12T12:41:00.005-04:002010-08-12T15:01:50.042-04:00July 4th Vacation 2010-Ft. Duchesne Ute Pow Wow<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9A9UgEyI/AAAAAAAABpE/5YpM7rLiXdw/s1600/DSC_0468.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9A9UgEyI/AAAAAAAABpE/5YpM7rLiXdw/s400/DSC_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504591731223434018" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Our final stop in our July 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> West-ward vacation was the great state of Utah. My grandma's sister, Aunt Leona, lives in Roosevelt, and we wanted to see her! I've missed her since I saw her last year, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dallin</span> has missed flirting with an older woman. (He fell in love with her last summer.) We arrived at her house late Wednesday night. We had enough time to get a good night's rest, and then we were off to the 42<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nd</span> Annual Ute Indian Tribe Pow Wow the next morning. This was my first time experiencing a pow wow. In fact, it was Daddy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kaiden</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dallin's</span> first time also. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dallin</span> and I had a good time, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kaiden</span> instantly fell in love with the whole idea, and wouldn't stop watching for anything! Not even to get food! Me-if I heard we were going to get fry bread from one of the food vendors--I was all over that. You didn't have to tell me twice!! We went to the Pow wow on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. My mom took a BUNCH of pictures. Here some of the pictures she took:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9ASy1uUI/AAAAAAAABo8/0j9w6OC_HXA/s1600/DSC_0471ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9ASy1uUI/AAAAAAAABo8/0j9w6OC_HXA/s400/DSC_0471ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504591719807957314" border="0" /></a>This was during the opening ceremonies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9ABY5XHI/AAAAAAAABo0/8LcPN9Tc5Cg/s1600/DSC_0473ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ9ABY5XHI/AAAAAAAABo0/8LcPN9Tc5Cg/s400/DSC_0473ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504591715135741042" border="0" /></a>A Pow wow is like a big dance competition, and everyone is encouraged to participate! Even the little guys like these kids.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8_-D-rQI/AAAAAAAABos/Gd5nU1f3s6A/s1600/DSC_0474ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8_-D-rQI/AAAAAAAABos/Gd5nU1f3s6A/s400/DSC_0474ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504591714242702594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8DtSlWuI/AAAAAAAABok/L98GfWDs9Ac/s1600/DSC_0476ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8DtSlWuI/AAAAAAAABok/L98GfWDs9Ac/s400/DSC_0476ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504590678948403938" border="0" /></a>These were my favorite dancers. They were jingle dancers, and they have bell-like pieces on there dresses, that makes noise as they dance to the drums. I want Mommy to make me a dress like theirs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8DPLSInI/AAAAAAAABoc/EU-21F66azg/s1600/DSC_0480ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8DPLSInI/AAAAAAAABoc/EU-21F66azg/s400/DSC_0480ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504590670864720498" border="0" /></a>A little jingle dancer<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8C_ix63I/AAAAAAAABoU/gl2I4ChuIog/s1600/DSC_0481ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8C_ix63I/AAAAAAAABoU/gl2I4ChuIog/s400/DSC_0481ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504590666668305266" border="0" /></a>To be in the actual contest, you had to be dressed in Indian dress. But between dances they would have inter-tribal dancers that anyone could participate in. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kaiden</span> was out their every inter-tribal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8CofXXYI/AAAAAAAABoM/Pscdl3KSNl4/s1600/DSC_0483ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8CofXXYI/AAAAAAAABoM/Pscdl3KSNl4/s400/DSC_0483ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504590660479966594" border="0" /></a>We even saw a rainbow!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8CeDTbmI/AAAAAAAABoE/9quCLb55pOo/s1600/DSC_0492ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ8CeDTbmI/AAAAAAAABoE/9quCLb55pOo/s400/DSC_0492ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504590657677913698" border="0" /></a>Another little guy. So cute!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ69UmT1MI/AAAAAAAABn8/9y83nwRtYT0/s1600/DSC_0596ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ69UmT1MI/AAAAAAAABn8/9y83nwRtYT0/s400/DSC_0596ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504589469729412290" border="0" /></a>Isn't she beautiful. She had on a buckskin dress that was so pretty!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ69A3t2HI/AAAAAAAABn0/hNfKB-8bBlA/s1600/DSC_0597ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ69A3t2HI/AAAAAAAABn0/hNfKB-8bBlA/s400/DSC_0597ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504589464433711218" border="0" /></a>This was a fancy shawl dancer. They were pretty neat to watch also.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ68hJA2cI/AAAAAAAABns/1KDwHNXXxKw/s1600/DSC_0600ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ68hJA2cI/AAAAAAAABns/1KDwHNXXxKw/s400/DSC_0600ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504589455916325314" border="0" /></a>Look at all the detail that goes into the dresses. And they are handmade.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ68LtdIZI/AAAAAAAABnk/Ab-Nh9qd0xE/s1600/DSC_0612ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ68LtdIZI/AAAAAAAABnk/Ab-Nh9qd0xE/s400/DSC_0612ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504589450163593618" border="0" /></a>These were the drummers that were right next to where we sat. There were groups of drummers scattered all around the circle, and they each took turns singing, while the dancers danced. These guys were called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Eyabay</span>. I saw that they took 1st place in the drum competition.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ67iHX41I/AAAAAAAABnc/mhW_T5D-chI/s1600/DSC_0620ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ67iHX41I/AAAAAAAABnc/mhW_T5D-chI/s400/DSC_0620ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504589438998012754" border="0" /></a>The pow wow went on into the night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5o6xn-VI/AAAAAAAABnU/nXMaq2zYBEg/s1600/DSC_0634ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5o6xn-VI/AAAAAAAABnU/nXMaq2zYBEg/s400/DSC_0634ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504588019688536402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5obHR4yI/AAAAAAAABnM/l0JUGp_5v7o/s1600/DSC_0643ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5obHR4yI/AAAAAAAABnM/l0JUGp_5v7o/s400/DSC_0643ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504588011189429026" border="0" /></a>This was one of the Indian Princesses. She had to be able to speak native Ute, among other things. She was also a traditional dancer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5n8Y1r6I/AAAAAAAABnE/VmA6ZSMSYQ8/s1600/DSC_0648ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5n8Y1r6I/AAAAAAAABnE/VmA6ZSMSYQ8/s400/DSC_0648ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504588002941579170" border="0" /></a>A fancy dancer. This guy was one of Daddy's favorites to watch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5nNeTFLI/AAAAAAAABm8/I-ksJJDRrOk/s1600/DSC_0664ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5nNeTFLI/AAAAAAAABm8/I-ksJJDRrOk/s400/DSC_0664ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504587990348010674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5mqV94bI/AAAAAAAABm0/2CtAh6d49xA/s1600/DSC_0669ed2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TGQ5mqV94bI/AAAAAAAABm0/2CtAh6d49xA/s400/DSC_0669ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504587980917825970" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kaiden</span> hopes this will be him one day!<br />I can't wait to get the opportunity to go again, and neither can <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Dallin</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Kaiden</span>. Except next time, we want to be in the right clothes!!Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-54000441118277098772010-07-27T20:34:00.005-04:002010-07-27T21:58:55.644-04:00July 4th Vacation 2010-Independence Rock and Martin's Cove, WY<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AuKeTnsI/AAAAAAAABms/_leGYK2VpQM/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AuKeTnsI/AAAAAAAABms/_leGYK2VpQM/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755200616472258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On our way from South Dakota to Utah, we stopped for a day in Wyoming to a cool historic site, and a church landmark. I may only be five, but I know my info about these places! Ok, my mom might be helping me a eensy, tiny bit. . . .anyway. . . first we stopped at Independence Rock. It was this huge rock that people from a long, long, long, time ago used as a landmark, when they were going from the east side of the U.S. to the west side. And here is the crazy part, they didn't drive like we did...they walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. People who were walking on the Oregon trail, or the Mormon trail, or other trails looked for this rock to make sure they were staying on the trail! When they got to it the would climb it just like we did! They would also write their names on the rock. I think it was called Independence Rock because that is when the first group of people got to the rock. On Independence day, or July 4th! (See I told you I payed attention!)<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AtVAXOFI/AAAAAAAABmk/5IDYCGM7gUE/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AtVAXOFI/AAAAAAAABmk/5IDYCGM7gUE/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755186263799890" border="0" /></a>It didn't look that steep from the bottom, but when we started going up..it was very steep!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AsyrvVnI/AAAAAAAABmc/yXExXgtmsf0/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AsyrvVnI/AAAAAAAABmc/yXExXgtmsf0/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755177050494578" border="0" /></a>After a very strenuous couple of minutes, (ok, yes I thought I was going to die from a heart attack!), we made it to the top. Here is the view from the top!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AssmcKdI/AAAAAAAABmU/yVKZikvXOU0/s1600/DSC_0418ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AssmcKdI/AAAAAAAABmU/yVKZikvXOU0/s400/DSC_0418ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755175417653714" border="0" /></a>Awww....what a cute family, except for the crazy boy in the GAP t-shirt!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AsD3H8KI/AAAAAAAABmM/elW9T-g-uws/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE-AsD3H8KI/AAAAAAAABmM/elW9T-g-uws/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755164481777826" border="0" /></a>See, look, here are names carved in the rock from Cowboy and Indian times, July 4th 1850. How cool is that?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9_ADWTYSI/AAAAAAAABmE/l2fUiwipJkQ/s1600/DSC_0420ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9_ADWTYSI/AAAAAAAABmE/l2fUiwipJkQ/s400/DSC_0420ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498753308918243618" border="0" /></a>Oh, and this one is from Hippie times! Awesome!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9-_tNqifI/AAAAAAAABl8/J82A6ix4pA8/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9-_tNqifI/AAAAAAAABl8/J82A6ix4pA8/s400/DSC_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498753302976432626" border="0" /></a>Here's another old one!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--2B2QZI/AAAAAAAABl0/KrbkbiyS9Ec/s1600/DSC_0428ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--2B2QZI/AAAAAAAABl0/KrbkbiyS9Ec/s400/DSC_0428ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498753288162918802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After we saw Independence Rock, we went to a place a couple miles down the road called Martin's Cove. Being LDS (or Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, if you want the whole name!), this was a landmark in our church's history. A lot of my friends will probably already know this, but a lot might not, so I will fill you in on some details. Our church was started a long time ago in the East. For a while the headquarters were in Kirtland, Ohio, then the members were driven out, and stayed in other places, and settled again in Nauvoo, Illinois. After a while the members were persecuted and driven out again. This time the church members got all they could gather in a covered wagon, or pull in a handcart, left their homes and traveled a hundred, thousand, million, trillion miles where they finally settled in Salt Lake City, UT. This was not an easy trek for them. They traveled through bad weather, cold weather, and they were tired and hungry. Oh yes, and they walked the whole way!!! Over mountains too!! Anyway, one group stopped at this place, Martin's Cove. It was freezing winter, and they had run out of food. So they stopped in this cove until food and help was brought to them. Some stories were very sad, and a lot of members lost their loved ones, while waiting for help, from starvation and mainly from being too cold! So now, that I've given you a brief summary of the history of my church, let's move on to what we did there.....:)<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--uaVdVI/AAAAAAAABls/HdsEkz6YtLM/s1600/DSC_0432.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--uaVdVI/AAAAAAAABls/HdsEkz6YtLM/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498753286118143314" border="0" /></a>This place had lots of hand carts that you could pull on a trail to the cove, and then you could hike around in the cove and hear different stories about the pioneers. My daddy thought that it would be a grand idea to let us experience pulling a hand cart, so we could see how the early members of our church did it. Side note: the boys, Mommy and I, went to this place last year, with my grandparents, and we liked it so much that we wanted my daddy to see it too. We hiked around the cove and knew how long it was, but we didn't pull handcarts. Ok, now back to the story, So Daddy wanted us to pull a handcart and hike for 4 miles round trip. Sounds like a piece of cake right? Well, it was hot! And mommy thought maybe we were to wimpy, but Daddy wouldn't take no for an answer. Did I mention that it was hot!! So we started our trek. It was fun for the first mile. Daddy and Kaiden pulled it and me and Dallin rode in the wagon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--PdFMrI/AAAAAAAABlk/e7ZF_H4XT7w/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE9--PdFMrI/AAAAAAAABlk/e7ZF_H4XT7w/s400/DSC_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498753277808161458" border="0" /></a>Then mommy took a turn in the wagon! And she calls me a princess??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE999NWsAZI/AAAAAAAABlU/aKOcxwIDw0A/s1600/DSC_0440.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE999NWsAZI/AAAAAAAABlU/aKOcxwIDw0A/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498752160552976786" border="0" /></a>This was the view looking out of the handcart.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE998_tG5UI/AAAAAAAABlM/oMM_5e-5TSU/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE998_tG5UI/AAAAAAAABlM/oMM_5e-5TSU/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498752156888917314" border="0" /></a>I was starting to think that this was a piece of cake! I was having a good time riding in the back!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE998dIjzWI/AAAAAAAABlE/7mdhs-ksBf0/s1600/DSC_0449.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE998dIjzWI/AAAAAAAABlE/7mdhs-ksBf0/s400/DSC_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498752147608816994" border="0" /></a>So was Dallin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE997wY4_tI/AAAAAAAABk8/f8L2Zf1l_BE/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE997wY4_tI/AAAAAAAABk8/f8L2Zf1l_BE/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498752135597719250" border="0" /></a>And then, we had to park the cart and do a two mile hike around the cove. No prob, my dad loves to hike and we do LOTS of hiking, even when there is a lot of snow on the ground--so this would be totally fine!! Well, notice that there are no pictures until the end. That would be because it started to rain...and thunder. So Mommy put her camera away. And we still hide two miles to hike. If she could of taken pictures, she would of gotten pictures of Dallin dying to use the bathroom, because his belly hurt. Or she could of gotten a picture of the monster gnats that were eating us alive because we didn't wear any bug spray! Or she could of gotten pictures of Daddy having to carry me the whole way, because I was to hot and tired to walk anymore! Did I mention is was hot??? Luckily for us, some people that worked there came by on a motorized cart and hauled me, Dallin and Mommy back to the beginning where my Grandma was waiting. Daddy and Kaiden met up with my Pa, and they brought the hand cart back. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98hqRMClI/AAAAAAAABk0/6fXeFpwnTME/s1600/DSC_0456.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98hqRMClI/AAAAAAAABk0/6fXeFpwnTME/s400/DSC_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498750587766573650" border="0" /></a>Here they come! Ha ha! Look me and Dallin jumped in like we walked the whole way! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98hEFGlcI/AAAAAAAABks/UpbQhuVC7I8/s1600/DSC_0458.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98hEFGlcI/AAAAAAAABks/UpbQhuVC7I8/s400/DSC_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498750577515337154" border="0" /></a>We didn't see these carts till we were about to leave! Darn it! This was just my size!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98gsdtF_I/AAAAAAAABkk/Ceo8qnp1qxY/s1600/DSC_0459.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98gsdtF_I/AAAAAAAABkk/Ceo8qnp1qxY/s400/DSC_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498750571176073202" border="0" /></a>Maybe next time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98gGW0HJI/AAAAAAAABkc/7ijnJuS8uno/s1600/DSC_0460.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98gGW0HJI/AAAAAAAABkc/7ijnJuS8uno/s400/DSC_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498750560946625682" border="0" /></a>Kaid was pretty tired, but proud he made it the whole way! Maybe that mop on his head kept him cool! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98fhBPgzI/AAAAAAAABkU/RdJr3-3A_g0/s1600/DSC_0461ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TE98fhBPgzI/AAAAAAAABkU/RdJr3-3A_g0/s400/DSC_0461ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498750550924034866" border="0" /></a>It was evening, and we still had a four hour drive to my Aunt's house in Utah! Time to go! Looking back, I'm glad that we pulled the handcarts. Even though I was miserable, I got a little, eensy, tiny taste of what the early pioneers of my church had to go through as they made their journey west to Salt Lake. And for that, I am grateful!Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-39372995076706755482010-07-19T21:02:00.011-04:002010-07-21T20:32:58.751-04:00July 4th Vacation 2010-Keystone Area, South Dakota<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd8vEGwfJI/AAAAAAAABhs/dGWxRT1pzCg/s1600/DSC_0199ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd8vEGwfJI/AAAAAAAABhs/dGWxRT1pzCg/s400/DSC_0199ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496499018226760850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">After we visited the Badlands, we headed 1 hour west to a town called Keystone, South Dakota. South Dakota is a funny state, because all of driving to the Badlands, the scenery was just flat plains. Then we got to Badlands, and you know what they looked like..and then when we got to Keystone, we were in the mountains! Daddy loved this part of South Dakota, and he is already planning things to do when we go back! I would have to agree with him, this area is pretty cool! The first thing we did when we got to Keystone is eat! Ok-maybe one not so great thing about the Black Hills area is the food. Let's just say I've had better...but yes, I know, we probably just didn't eat at the right places! Anyway, after we had dinner we drove up to Mt. Rushmore. WOW!! Considering I am five, and I have no clue who the people on the mountain are, it was still really cool! We didn't stay very long, because it was dark and then we had to go to our hotel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIY_dOqeI/AAAAAAAABkE/2UYzYGhPAgc/s1600/DSC_0204ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIY_dOqeI/AAAAAAAABkE/2UYzYGhPAgc/s400/DSC_0204ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496511833161247202" border="0" /></a>The next morning we went to a park called Bear Country USA. Mommy called it Jurassic Park. It was a park that you drove around in, and the animals weren't in cages. They just walked around where ever they wanted too. We saw elk..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIYU1ovMI/AAAAAAAABj8/6za-4ufMJPQ/s1600/DSC_0209ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIYU1ovMI/AAAAAAAABj8/6za-4ufMJPQ/s400/DSC_0209ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496511821720894658" border="0" /></a>...wolves..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIX6hpTcI/AAAAAAAABj0/vFwj4WAWsto/s1600/DSC_0210ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIX6hpTcI/AAAAAAAABj0/vFwj4WAWsto/s400/DSC_0210ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496511814657723842" border="0" /></a>mt. goats...(ok, I guess these guys couldn't roam wherever they wanted to; ramming hazards maybe?)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIXbHz-dI/AAAAAAAABjs/9NfmOVkSF28/s1600/DSC_0214ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeIXbHz-dI/AAAAAAAABjs/9NfmOVkSF28/s400/DSC_0214ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496511806227872210" border="0" /></a>...cougars...(and, they couldn't roam wherever either; being eaten alive hazards maybe?)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGPjHHBMI/AAAAAAAABjk/XbRPPPpKQ94/s1600/DSC_0219ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGPjHHBMI/AAAAAAAABjk/XbRPPPpKQ94/s400/DSC_0219ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509471910200514" border="0" /></a>..black bears...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGPB6VrrI/AAAAAAAABjc/nuktalZHYB0/s1600/DSC_0229ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGPB6VrrI/AAAAAAAABjc/nuktalZHYB0/s400/DSC_0229ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509462998265522" border="0" /></a>...bears fighting...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGOyj_l9I/AAAAAAAABjU/UKMdEwa2_1c/s1600/DSC_0230ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGOyj_l9I/AAAAAAAABjU/UKMdEwa2_1c/s400/DSC_0230ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509458878011346" border="0" /></a>...bears being chill...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGObSBGTI/AAAAAAAABjM/EY3Y3mGHlWg/s1600/DSC_0233ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGObSBGTI/AAAAAAAABjM/EY3Y3mGHlWg/s400/DSC_0233ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509452628597042" border="0" /></a>...buffalo..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGOGFnkvI/AAAAAAAABjE/WqvGQaOk-sA/s1600/DSC_0253ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeGOGFnkvI/AAAAAAAABjE/WqvGQaOk-sA/s400/DSC_0253ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509446939448050" border="0" /></a>...baby wolves...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA_Byxb_I/AAAAAAAABi8/3HTvvuMJYVU/s1600/DSC_0237ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA_Byxb_I/AAAAAAAABi8/3HTvvuMJYVU/s400/DSC_0237ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496503690530484210" border="0" /></a>...grizzly bears...(again, she couldn't roam free, I'm sure because she would eat us!)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA-ibSXgI/AAAAAAAABi0/9QeULCfvF6Y/s1600/DSC_0249ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA-ibSXgI/AAAAAAAABi0/9QeULCfvF6Y/s400/DSC_0249ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496503682110479874" border="0" /></a>...baby bears...awww....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA99aH2ZI/AAAAAAAABik/ne06OPg5ka0/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA99aH2ZI/AAAAAAAABik/ne06OPg5ka0/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496503672173484434" border="0" /></a>and we got to ride a train! A tractor train!! Dallin was excited! He loves tractors, and he loves trains! The best of both!! Kaiden would be mortified that Mommy is posting this picture, because he thought he was way too cool for this!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA9Y2UhLI/AAAAAAAABic/BvIsXLSlSOE/s1600/DSC_0268ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEeA9Y2UhLI/AAAAAAAABic/BvIsXLSlSOE/s400/DSC_0268ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496503662359643314" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Grandma watched while we rode.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_K_By37I/AAAAAAAABh0/E3hUYATXETE/s1600/DSC_0278ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_K_By37I/AAAAAAAABh0/E3hUYATXETE/s400/DSC_0278ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501696923361202" border="0" /></a>After Bear Country, we went to Big Rush Goldmine. It was fun! We toured an old mine, that people used to get gold from!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_M7m9gHI/AAAAAAAABiM/vISkAtQcH58/s1600/DSC_0285.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_M7m9gHI/AAAAAAAABiM/vISkAtQcH58/s400/DSC_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501730365243506" border="0" /></a>Then we panned for gold ourselves! It was kinda hard...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_MKczz-I/AAAAAAAABiE/2jLqiDVQP1k/s1600/DSC_0284.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_MKczz-I/AAAAAAAABiE/2jLqiDVQP1k/s400/DSC_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501717169328098" border="0" /></a>but then we figured it out, and the best part is that now....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_NTLp54I/AAAAAAAABiU/E7rwv2TjL2Q/s1600/DSC_0286ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_NTLp54I/AAAAAAAABiU/E7rwv2TjL2Q/s400/DSC_0286ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501736693163906" border="0" /></a>we are rich!!! That's right? See those little tiny specks? Yeah, that's gold--that I panned!! I'm rich now! Hmm...what should I spend my earnings on??? Oh yeah, notice the one on the left, and how there is nothing in it? Well, apparently Kaid didn't figure out the panning technique and he dumped all his soil into the water. Bummer! Stinks to be him!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_LrpB4DI/AAAAAAAABh8/n64QaCsEzs8/s1600/DSC_0282ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEd_LrpB4DI/AAAAAAAABh8/n64QaCsEzs8/s400/DSC_0282ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501708899082290" border="0" /></a>See, we're so happy because we are now rich!<br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6b177ypI/AAAAAAAABhc/gwKbbMf4QVk/s1600/DSC_0301ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6b177ypI/AAAAAAAABhc/gwKbbMf4QVk/s400/DSC_0301ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792801540721298" border="0" /></a>After becoming rich, we drove a little ways to a state park called Custer St. Park. It was a crazy drive to get there. We drove up and down mountains and I felt like I was on a roller coaster. Have I ever told you how Daddy drives cars for a living? Well, I think he thinks he is a race car driver, and was flying on these mountain roads. Again, Mommy was getting a little stressed out! Especially because the side of the mountain roads had views like the one above!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6bQf2sPI/AAAAAAAABhU/0_jSByHmp98/s1600/DSC_0308ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6bQf2sPI/AAAAAAAABhU/0_jSByHmp98/s400/DSC_0308ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792791490834674" border="0" /></a>We stopped at a look out point. That is Mt. Rushmore behind us!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6axz5N5I/AAAAAAAABhM/L3IPD0vpZvQ/s1600/DSC_0315ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6axz5N5I/AAAAAAAABhM/L3IPD0vpZvQ/s400/DSC_0315ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792783253387154" border="0" /></a>These bridges were Daddy's favorite part of the drive. He loved them so much he made Mommy take a picture. They were called pig tail bridges.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6aayykMI/AAAAAAAABhE/PTzjBTqiVWk/s1600/DSC_0316ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6aayykMI/AAAAAAAABhE/PTzjBTqiVWk/s400/DSC_0316ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792777074741442" border="0" /></a>See, they really do look like pig tails! By the way, I'm glad none of us get carsick, because this is how the drive was the whole way up and down the mountain, to get to the state park!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6Znk8uPI/AAAAAAAABg8/BbJ64ElUP30/s1600/DSC_0317.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET6Znk8uPI/AAAAAAAABg8/BbJ64ElUP30/s400/DSC_0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792763326478578" border="0" /></a>After we left the Black Hills National Forest, and Custer State Park, we went back to Keystone and did the most fun part of the trip for all of us kids! We rode the Alpine slides, and we loved it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4wF0QOUI/AAAAAAAABgs/hrc7VeCTe58/s1600/DSC_0325.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4wF0QOUI/AAAAAAAABgs/hrc7VeCTe58/s400/DSC_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495790950377601346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4vtYzsmI/AAAAAAAABgk/kHbmHdQN9z0/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4vtYzsmI/AAAAAAAABgk/kHbmHdQN9z0/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495790943820034658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4vKrI2eI/AAAAAAAABgc/hJ_Ta7OE8jU/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4vKrI2eI/AAAAAAAABgc/hJ_Ta7OE8jU/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495790934501677538" border="0" /></a>In fact, we loved it so much, we decided to go again the next morning, and we even talked Pa into coming down with us this time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4urpfAVI/AAAAAAAABgU/Gv7XGWBSv9c/s1600/DSC_0348ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET4urpfAVI/AAAAAAAABgU/Gv7XGWBSv9c/s400/DSC_0348ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495790926173241682" border="0" /></a>After the Alpine slides, we went back to Rushmore to see it during the day, and hike some trails around it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kz43ocI/AAAAAAAABgM/HNbeme7fwqQ/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kz43ocI/AAAAAAAABgM/HNbeme7fwqQ/s400/DSC_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788557563306434" border="0" /></a>Oh, and yes, junior ranger here also! Man, I'm gonna have to remember to put these on my resume!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kRbTQzI/AAAAAAAABgE/R8tnqgZNliw/s1600/DSC_0356ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kRbTQzI/AAAAAAAABgE/R8tnqgZNliw/s400/DSC_0356ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788548312482610" border="0" /></a>After Rushmore, it was time to leave Keystone, and head toward Wyoming.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kMJYY0I/AAAAAAAABf8/Zi1xnHF1BdA/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2kMJYY0I/AAAAAAAABf8/Zi1xnHF1BdA/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788546895143746" border="0" /></a>On our way out of the Black Hills, we stopped at Crazy Horse. Coming from a Native American background, we were a little excited to see this place. It was pretty cool. And they are still working on it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2jcA3atI/AAAAAAAABf0/UzYPlmNpo6c/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2jcA3atI/AAAAAAAABf0/UzYPlmNpo6c/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788533974526674" border="0" /></a>When it gets finished, it will be Crazy Horse pointing to the mountains, sitting on a horse.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2i1chbJI/AAAAAAAABfs/dCyKWCiKQO8/s1600/DSC_0371.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TET2i1chbJI/AAAAAAAABfs/dCyKWCiKQO8/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788523621543058" border="0" /></a>We loved South Dakota, and can't wait to go back! But it was time to move on. Next stop...Independence Rock and Martin's Cove in Wyoming.Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-39554011323707750102010-07-18T18:59:00.008-04:002010-07-18T20:07:23.155-04:00July 4th Vacation 2010-Badlands, South Dakota<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOJsMvWtI/AAAAAAAABfc/NhgYyi_b2lU/s1600/DSC_0017ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOJsMvWtI/AAAAAAAABfc/NhgYyi_b2lU/s400/DSC_0017ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495392267456699090" border="0" /></a><br />This summer we decided to follow the sun and head west!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOJI72-hI/AAAAAAAABfU/u6VSs6hv3bc/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOJI72-hI/AAAAAAAABfU/u6VSs6hv3bc/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495392257990654482" border="0" /></a>Here we are the afternoon we left home. We drove 7 hours to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Moline</span>, IL. We got there and had a little bit of time to swim in the pool. It was fun, until <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dallin</span> lost his tooth! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dallin</span> jumped in the pool, and when he came back out, he was holding his mouth and saying "Ouch!". Mommy said, "Let me see your smile!", and sure enough his front tooth was gone! Well that's one way to knock out a loose tooth! The tooth fairy even knew where to find him at the hotel! P.S. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kaiden</span> lost his tooth while we were still at home packing the car! That's two teeth in one day for our family! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOIyRwk7I/AAAAAAAABfM/scT3v2UNbtw/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOIyRwk7I/AAAAAAAABfM/scT3v2UNbtw/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495392251908494258" border="0" /></a>Then next day we drove 10 hours until we got to Wall, SD. Thank goodness mommy brought her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ipod</span>, because the boys hogged the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dvd</span> player and played video games the whole time!!! There is only so much time before a video game gets old--especially when you don't get to play and you just have to watch!! So, luckily for me, mommy pulled out her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ipod</span> and I jammed out and watched <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Disney</span> cartoons!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOIn3GMwI/AAAAAAAABfE/moVLHtF-3h4/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOIn3GMwI/AAAAAAAABfE/moVLHtF-3h4/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495392249112310530" border="0" /></a>This is pretty much what the whole drive looked like! At least in SD, it was one long straight road! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOHgG2UGI/AAAAAAAABe8/qN-4_CIPtRQ/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOOHgG2UGI/AAAAAAAABe8/qN-4_CIPtRQ/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495392229851025506" border="0" /></a>We pulled into Wall, SD when it was bed time, so we went to bed, got up and went to this store. It was a store a long time ago...like when there was cowboys and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">indians</span>...a really long time ago! We figured we had to go, considering there where billboards every 5 minutes, starting pretty much when we crossed the South Dakota border! (which is like 6 hours from where the store was!) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONYk98pdI/AAAAAAAABe0/shVXuLk6Ytk/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONYk98pdI/AAAAAAAABe0/shVXuLk6Ytk/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495391423702017490" border="0" /></a>Mommy was more excited than me that there was something with my name on it. She said that she was sad when she was little because there wasn't ever anything with her name on it. As you can see from my facial expression, I'm not sure what the bid deal is anyway!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONYEUUSyI/AAAAAAAABes/OrXbqJpRJxk/s1600/DSC_0037ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONYEUUSyI/AAAAAAAABes/OrXbqJpRJxk/s400/DSC_0037ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495391414937471778" border="0" /></a>Back when cowboys and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">indians</span> lived, this store gave out drinks of ice cold water for FREE!!! And guess what? They still do!! I love a store that gives out free stuff!! I didn't even have to spend any money that my Nana gave me to spend on vacation!! Awesome!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONX18chtI/AAAAAAAABek/pUyir5ggExE/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONX18chtI/AAAAAAAABek/pUyir5ggExE/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495391411079251666" border="0" /></a>Look at my grandma! Isn't she crazy...there was no way I was getting up on that jack-a-lope! To scary for me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONXTG_9mI/AAAAAAAABec/P8QE5FSXeaU/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONXTG_9mI/AAAAAAAABec/P8QE5FSXeaU/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495391401728276066" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ooh</span>...I spotted some real live <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">indians</span>!!<br /><br />After we went to the Wall drug store, we drove a few minutes to a place called the "Badlands". I was a little nervous about going there, because, seriously...who wants to hang out at a bad place. Didn't sound like any fun to me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONXExu7_I/AAAAAAAABeU/UwLoT0dzOAg/s1600/DSC_0063ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEONXExu7_I/AAAAAAAABeU/UwLoT0dzOAg/s400/DSC_0063ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495391397880983538" border="0" /></a><br />It wasn't at all like what I expected it to be. I was thinking more like monsters, and dark places, and scary things...not cool stuff to look at!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMJMee2HI/AAAAAAAABeM/tjjAtFtJoVc/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMJMee2HI/AAAAAAAABeM/tjjAtFtJoVc/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495390059917924466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMIpesfHI/AAAAAAAABeE/hUVV9FV9BaM/s1600/DSC_0060ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMIpesfHI/AAAAAAAABeE/hUVV9FV9BaM/s400/DSC_0060ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495390050523577458" border="0" /></a>(p.s Mommy wasn't very much fun here--at this particular spot--she was afraid we were going to fall off, so she was a little bit on the testy side. **cough,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">partypooper</span>,cough** Just because there was a total drop off, doesn't mean we are gonna die!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMIXLKD1I/AAAAAAAABd8/7_XqgSS6h3s/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMIXLKD1I/AAAAAAAABd8/7_XqgSS6h3s/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495390045609791314" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Dallin</span> and Pa<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMHy6PyxI/AAAAAAAABd0/k4Y1mIjwE3k/s1600/DSC_0079ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOMHy6PyxI/AAAAAAAABd0/k4Y1mIjwE3k/s400/DSC_0079ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495390035875187474" border="0" /></a>This place wasn't bad at all! Look at all these pretty colors!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKJSDSJpI/AAAAAAAABds/nmpeWYHObb4/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKJSDSJpI/AAAAAAAABds/nmpeWYHObb4/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495387862391203474" border="0" /></a>(p.s. Mommy was more fun here, because we couldn't fall off, unless we tried really hard!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKI9W7NRI/AAAAAAAABdk/5nHcwMn4q5I/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKI9W7NRI/AAAAAAAABdk/5nHcwMn4q5I/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495387856836441362" border="0" /></a>Oh, by the way, yeah, I'm an official junior ranger now! So I better not see you throwing any trash down in national parks or else I WILL report you!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKIjMzWmI/AAAAAAAABdc/mahGyn1eLyc/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKIjMzWmI/AAAAAAAABdc/mahGyn1eLyc/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495387849814661730" border="0" /></a>Yikes! Thank goodness I didn't see or hear any of these guys!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKHnqlGbI/AAAAAAAABdM/I6BhBs4hplc/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOKHnqlGbI/AAAAAAAABdM/I6BhBs4hplc/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495387833833429426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIxYGYYmI/AAAAAAAABdE/5hW8BxjTL7s/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIxYGYYmI/AAAAAAAABdE/5hW8BxjTL7s/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495386352186319458" border="0" /></a>This place was booming with wildlife! We saw bison, deer, curly horned goats (not sure what their real name is) :), prairie dogs, rabbits, and birds. It was cool!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIwwtxbHI/AAAAAAAABc8/zMbQiQ15O-c/s1600/DSC_0186ed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIwwtxbHI/AAAAAAAABc8/zMbQiQ15O-c/s400/DSC_0186ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495386341614120050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIwi2Q5pI/AAAAAAAABc0/WBxQOyxlzRo/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIwi2Q5pI/AAAAAAAABc0/WBxQOyxlzRo/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495386337891640978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIv1CVE6I/AAAAAAAABcs/B_wNxycTVCc/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIv1CVE6I/AAAAAAAABcs/B_wNxycTVCc/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495386325594215330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIvWkDKzI/AAAAAAAABck/Avma2LpfgM8/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/TEOIvWkDKzI/AAAAAAAABck/Avma2LpfgM8/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495386317414148914" border="0" /></a>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-87522979921730342942010-04-20T09:55:00.004-04:002010-04-20T10:10:03.508-04:00Wow...It's April already????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S820Dz4b4bI/AAAAAAAABb8/c-u9A7Uz3Lc/s1600/DSC_0303ed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S820Dz4b4bI/AAAAAAAABb8/c-u9A7Uz3Lc/s400/DSC_0303ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219900629803442" border="0" /></a>Man, I haven't posted anything for an extremely long time!! It seems that the older I get the busier I get! lol And I'm only 4! Although, in exactly 8 days I will be 5 year old!! Can you believe that!! That means, this coming fall I'll be in Kindergarten!! I can't wait...I am so ready to be big like my brothers! Last time we talked it was Dallin's birthday, back in November. We have done a lot of fun things since then...Christmas, basketball, cheer leading, Kaiden's birthday...I have a lot of catching up to do! Right now, we just started baseball season, and hello!, like I said, we've a MAJOR event coming up in 8 days!! Can't wait...Until I post about the past couple months, here are some cute photos that were taken in the last couple weeks...I'm getting so big! lol <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zegsM8gI/AAAAAAAABb0/CaJngTIgpWQ/s1600/DSC_0294ed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zegsM8gI/AAAAAAAABb0/CaJngTIgpWQ/s400/DSC_0294ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219259823059458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zdzUIxgI/AAAAAAAABbs/Yon6GOm6K8s/s1600/DSC_0304colored.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zdzUIxgI/AAAAAAAABbs/Yon6GOm6K8s/s400/DSC_0304colored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219247642527234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zdfT6SpI/AAAAAAAABbk/__AzBMiArvg/s1600/DSC_0208ed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zdfT6SpI/AAAAAAAABbk/__AzBMiArvg/s400/DSC_0208ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219242272869010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zc3Fl44I/AAAAAAAABbc/peLiGQMvagw/s1600/DSC_0191ed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zc3Fl44I/AAAAAAAABbc/peLiGQMvagw/s400/DSC_0191ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219231475393410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zcVl5uwI/AAAAAAAABbU/LTRpql4RGN8/s1600/DSC_0187ed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/S82zcVl5uwI/AAAAAAAABbU/LTRpql4RGN8/s400/DSC_0187ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462219222484105986" border="0" /></a>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-10043144229496237712009-11-08T20:41:00.004-05:002009-11-08T21:36:10.459-05:00Happy Birthday Dallin!!<p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3k1NPSrI/AAAAAAAABbA/fvCSAT2jTIg/s1600-h/deezbday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917752695802546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3k1NPSrI/AAAAAAAABbA/fvCSAT2jTIg/s400/deezbday.jpg" border="0" /></a></p> It's me-Allery. I'm taking over for Gabby today! ;) My baby boy is 7 years old today! I can't believe it. Where has the time gone? Can't believe he is 7, and that we have been in our current home in Michigan for 7 years! I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with Dallin when we moved in! He was a handful when he was born. Very CRANKY, but so worth all the sleepless nights! Each year Dallin just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter! Not sure how much sweeter he can get. He has definitely taken the role of the peacemaker in the family, and is such a wonderful big brother to his little sister. He's a classic little brother who loves and looks up to his big brother. <br />I am so thankful to have this little guy in my life! Happy Birthday Dallin!! I love you!<br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3kaVJ_EI/AAAAAAAABa4/akH5GUCAHxk/s1600-h/november2009+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917745481251906" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3kaVJ_EI/AAAAAAAABa4/akH5GUCAHxk/s400/november2009+056.jpg" border="0" /></a> So, let me explain why he looks so sad in the first picture! Yesterday I realized he had a fever midmorning, which was a major bummer, considering he was supposed to have his birthday party in the afternoon. He was heart broken after Matt broke the news to him, and I felt so bad for him. We ended up calling the doctor since his temp was at 1o3 and was still climbing. He diagnosed him with the flu and put Dallin on tamiflu. He was pretty much lethargic all day, and went to bed early. This morning, which was his birthday, he woke up feeling good. However, after playing around just a few minutes, he was beat and rested all morning at home, while Matt, Kaiden, and Dallin went to church. He held onto his birthday present all morning and watched the clock until Matt and the kids got back. </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">As soon as the Matt and the kids got back, Dallin ripped into his present and was surprised to see a Nintendo DS. He was pretty happy. He started perking up and his fever went away. Knock on wood, he went to bed fever free and feeling good. We'll see how he is in the morning. </div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jwvMI9I/AAAAAAAABaw/HsQmF_FjRDc/s1600-h/november2009+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917734316155858" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jwvMI9I/AAAAAAAABaw/HsQmF_FjRDc/s400/november2009+057.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="right"><br /> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jtDrR9I/AAAAAAAABao/yjMRGOLbDnY/s1600-h/november2009+124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917733328340946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jtDrR9I/AAAAAAAABao/yjMRGOLbDnY/s400/november2009+124.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Like I said earlier, where has the time gone? I can't believe he is 7 already!! <br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jcJooQI/AAAAAAAABag/AkibzsjwmJc/s1600-h/november2009+128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917728789930242" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd3jcJooQI/AAAAAAAABag/AkibzsjwmJc/s400/november2009+128.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Happy Birthday Dallin!! I love you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd1kE0NL-I/AAAAAAAABaY/1p0iO3Ap0Uo/s1600-h/november2009+128.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd1j0FkAdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MjCTM6INf6I/s1600-h/november2009+124.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd1jl0U-9I/AAAAAAAABaI/6mXwsFOrGEM/s1600-h/november2009+057.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd1jErSZxI/AAAAAAAABaA/eEeEqlzaKb4/s1600-h/november2009+056.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Svd1i2YZ7GI/AAAAAAAABZ4/YQgqMlemqKQ/s1600-h/deezbday.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-19630995614158453492009-10-04T17:26:00.005-04:002009-10-04T17:44:53.935-04:00Me!!<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUqGo6QXI/AAAAAAAABZw/tc_UIn8FJKE/s1600-h/october2009+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388861142694773106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUqGo6QXI/AAAAAAAABZw/tc_UIn8FJKE/s400/october2009+035.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">Hi everyone!! Just wanted to say Hi and see how you're doing!! I haven't written for a LONG time!! I started my second year of preschool, and next year I'm going to be in kindergarten!! I can't believe it, and neither can my mom!!! I go to school for half the day, then I get to come home and play with Mom!! My school is at the same school that Dallin goes to, so some days, when Mommy picks me up, we eat lunch with Dallin. He likes it! Dallin is in 1st grade this year. He is doing awesome!! So far he has gotten a 100% on his spelling test every week! And he got a 100% on his math test too! Kaiden is in 4th grade this year. He's getting old!!! He is also doing great at school! I hope you are all doing well, and I promise to write more!!<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUpim4FRI/AAAAAAAABZo/EPQ5JQRaQBw/s1600-h/october2009+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388861133022565650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUpim4FRI/AAAAAAAABZo/EPQ5JQRaQBw/s400/october2009+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUpIos94I/AAAAAAAABZg/HITjtNM5yBs/s1600-h/october2009+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388861126050903938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUpIos94I/AAAAAAAABZg/HITjtNM5yBs/s400/october2009+043.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUE6srjaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Lny7_mXV5Fk/s1600-h/october2009+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388860503834201506" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUE6srjaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Lny7_mXV5Fk/s400/october2009+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUEK43xBI/AAAAAAAABZI/wRfs9IrkW1U/s1600-h/october2009+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388860491000431634" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUEK43xBI/AAAAAAAABZI/wRfs9IrkW1U/s400/october2009+030.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUDr3UReI/AAAAAAAABZA/GyX7t1iHGQo/s1600-h/october2009+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388860482672412130" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUDr3UReI/AAAAAAAABZA/GyX7t1iHGQo/s400/october2009+021.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUDIUye0I/AAAAAAAABY4/mQq-34IG5Cs/s1600-h/october2009+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388860473132350274" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskUDIUye0I/AAAAAAAABY4/mQq-34IG5Cs/s400/october2009+017.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-18764166132998550742009-10-04T15:27:00.013-04:002009-10-04T17:25:29.468-04:00Destin!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskLasqXbRI/AAAAAAAABYw/VFxQrRjBnWM/s1600-h/destin2009+487.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388850982418869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskLasqXbRI/AAAAAAAABYw/VFxQrRjBnWM/s400/destin2009+487.jpg" border="0" /></a> I need to tell you about Destin. We went on vacation with Nana and Granddad, Uncle Ryan and Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Bradley, Aunt Jenny, and baby Cameryn. (or Camera, as I like to call her! hee hee) We went there the week before school started! It was a last hoorah for the end of summer. <div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIK-5hmpI/AAAAAAAABYg/IbAj6NkbVrY/s1600-h/destin2009+506.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847413901499026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIK-5hmpI/AAAAAAAABYg/IbAj6NkbVrY/s400/destin2009+506.jpg" border="0" /></a> We couldn't of asked for more perfect weather! I had so much fun! Nana called me a little fish, because I wanted to play in the water from the morning until dinner time! It was fun to play with my brothers and Cameryn.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIKRS0TUI/AAAAAAAABYY/OEln7Ns2i0k/s1600-h/destin2009+522.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847401659551042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIKRS0TUI/AAAAAAAABYY/OEln7Ns2i0k/s400/destin2009+522.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dallin, Kaiden, and Daddy had lots of fun boogie boarding! They got pretty good at it! I also had some time on the board! Here's Dallin giving it a try.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIJ9_gITI/AAAAAAAABYQ/5Y8QjUiYuZs/s1600-h/destin2009+512.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847396478263602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIJ9_gITI/AAAAAAAABYQ/5Y8QjUiYuZs/s400/destin2009+512.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's Daddy. . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIJT7wUfI/AAAAAAAABYI/MgXcR6wWfhE/s1600-h/destin2009+504.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847385188258290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskIJT7wUfI/AAAAAAAABYI/MgXcR6wWfhE/s400/destin2009+504.jpg" border="0" /></a> And Kaiden also took a turn! Look at him ride that wave in!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFrQ-YnYI/AAAAAAAABYA/YvFz9yP484w/s1600-h/destin2009+190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844669974650242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFrQ-YnYI/AAAAAAAABYA/YvFz9yP484w/s400/destin2009+190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My brothers and I got sooo tan! And I still got it!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFqmERezI/AAAAAAAABX4/9mzPUomq7_E/s1600-h/destin2009+187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844658456623922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFqmERezI/AAAAAAAABX4/9mzPUomq7_E/s400/destin2009+187.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFqNcXsOI/AAAAAAAABXw/ijt3WrLweG4/s1600-h/destin2009+183.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844651846807778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFqNcXsOI/AAAAAAAABXw/ijt3WrLweG4/s400/destin2009+183.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFpgiQ5BI/AAAAAAAABXo/jpzj8N3097w/s1600-h/destin2009+172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844639791932434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFpgiQ5BI/AAAAAAAABXo/jpzj8N3097w/s400/destin2009+172.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was very relaxing on the beach. The sound of the waves just puts everyone to sleep, like Nana here!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFpMWfuuI/AAAAAAAABXg/vGPZ-aZSB50/s1600-h/destin2009+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844634373864162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskFpMWfuuI/AAAAAAAABXg/vGPZ-aZSB50/s400/destin2009+169.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD-9bt-yI/AAAAAAAABXY/lm9gkRZzEc0/s1600-h/destin2009+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842809303104290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD-9bt-yI/AAAAAAAABXY/lm9gkRZzEc0/s400/destin2009+167.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did I mention that we LOVED being at the beach???<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD-eXjadI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ybAxCiyA8TY/s1600-h/destin2009+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842800964135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD-eXjadI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ybAxCiyA8TY/s400/destin2009+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD91yW5PI/AAAAAAAABXI/5aBZGfMRfoM/s1600-h/destin2009+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842790070707442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD91yW5PI/AAAAAAAABXI/5aBZGfMRfoM/s400/destin2009+133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD9UwolfI/AAAAAAAABXA/xs3MV9G31t8/s1600-h/destin2009+129.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842781205108210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskD9UwolfI/AAAAAAAABXA/xs3MV9G31t8/s400/destin2009+129.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCmVUjXUI/AAAAAAAABW4/J0Kz4bhJfUg/s1600-h/destin2009+201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841286707141954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCmVUjXUI/AAAAAAAABW4/J0Kz4bhJfUg/s400/destin2009+201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskClw26ytI/AAAAAAAABWw/QncX79rgvMM/s1600-h/destin2009+206.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841276919171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskClw26ytI/AAAAAAAABWw/QncX79rgvMM/s400/destin2009+206.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Ryan chillaxing.</div><div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskClRPbZzI/AAAAAAAABWo/D1G80N7peiw/s1600-h/destin2009+221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841268432037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskClRPbZzI/AAAAAAAABWo/D1G80N7peiw/s400/destin2009+221.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div>Who would of thought we would of seen a pirate ship!!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCk_K1jxI/AAAAAAAABWg/ANg7JT3K3KE/s1600-h/destin2009+224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841263580942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCk_K1jxI/AAAAAAAABWg/ANg7JT3K3KE/s400/destin2009+224.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCkVzswJI/AAAAAAAABWY/E50hDnn_elc/s1600-h/destin2009+237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388841252478042258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskCkVzswJI/AAAAAAAABWY/E50hDnn_elc/s400/destin2009+237.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div>This guy is kinda cute in his own little way, right?<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBXi3HJvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/YiirnEJGB3A/s1600-h/destin2009+252.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839933132089074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBXi3HJvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/YiirnEJGB3A/s400/destin2009+252.jpg" border="0" /></a> Maybe not!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBW4uq7FI/AAAAAAAABWI/qKMeFDh5XK0/s1600-h/destin2009+251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839921822395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBW4uq7FI/AAAAAAAABWI/qKMeFDh5XK0/s400/destin2009+251.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dallin looks a little worried being this close to alligators!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBWmpG02I/AAAAAAAABWA/n77T2LQ86ts/s1600-h/destin2009+265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839916967220066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBWmpG02I/AAAAAAAABWA/n77T2LQ86ts/s400/destin2009+265.jpg" border="0" /></a> Or maybe it's the shark!! Aghhh!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBVxA8k4I/AAAAAAAABV4/rnw8fTBkN2Q/s1600-h/destin2009+273.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839902571697026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBVxA8k4I/AAAAAAAABV4/rnw8fTBkN2Q/s400/destin2009+273.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBVVE6PjI/AAAAAAAABVw/tppVJldDRkk/s1600-h/destin2009+292.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839895072128562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SskBVVE6PjI/AAAAAAAABVw/tppVJldDRkk/s400/destin2009+292.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_0KMVMnI/AAAAAAAABVo/quNP2aiqTpc/s1600-h/destin2009+338.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838225703154290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_0KMVMnI/AAAAAAAABVo/quNP2aiqTpc/s400/destin2009+338.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We did some serious go-karting while we were in Florida. And of course, yours truly took 1st place. Ok, with a little help from Aunt Jenny.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_zoBsOiI/AAAAAAAABVg/1p8Rz27awuI/s1600-h/destin2009+364.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838216531720738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_zoBsOiI/AAAAAAAABVg/1p8Rz27awuI/s400/destin2009+364.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_zD3O_AI/AAAAAAAABVY/X9IDo3QiCvg/s1600-h/destin2009+451.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838206824184834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_zD3O_AI/AAAAAAAABVY/X9IDo3QiCvg/s400/destin2009+451.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_ymWqfiI/AAAAAAAABVQ/N6vCL5ZeNww/s1600-h/destin2009+454.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838198902947362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_ymWqfiI/AAAAAAAABVQ/N6vCL5ZeNww/s400/destin2009+454.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_x5gyqhI/AAAAAAAABVI/fW2G8a4hcro/s1600-h/destin2009+468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388838186865830418" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj_x5gyqhI/AAAAAAAABVI/fW2G8a4hcro/s400/destin2009+468.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9JEkFP6I/AAAAAAAABU4/v6KHMgxKpnA/s1600-h/destin2009+529.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388835286434529186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9JEkFP6I/AAAAAAAABU4/v6KHMgxKpnA/s400/destin2009+529.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here some more shots of all the fun!!</p><div> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9Iq3bsII/AAAAAAAABUw/zOxsBKRoKSw/s1600-h/destin2009+537.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388835279536369794" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9Iq3bsII/AAAAAAAABUw/zOxsBKRoKSw/s400/destin2009+537.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9HywQKTI/AAAAAAAABUo/LSwzdPOZuas/s1600-h/destin2009+542.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388835264473868594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9HywQKTI/AAAAAAAABUo/LSwzdPOZuas/s400/destin2009+542.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9HqzlhfI/AAAAAAAABUg/KstyQp6w1Pg/s1600-h/destin2009+550.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388835262340367858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj9HqzlhfI/AAAAAAAABUg/KstyQp6w1Pg/s400/destin2009+550.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7wyXkuEI/AAAAAAAABUY/HQJXi2M01JQ/s1600-h/destin2009+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388833769721739330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7wyXkuEI/AAAAAAAABUY/HQJXi2M01JQ/s400/destin2009+100.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7wORLo1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/KSRSMfyrXTc/s1600-h/destin2009+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388833760031253330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7wORLo1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/KSRSMfyrXTc/s400/destin2009+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7vhovIaI/AAAAAAAABUI/yr7NGcD3ZKI/s1600-h/destin2009+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388833748050452898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7vhovIaI/AAAAAAAABUI/yr7NGcD3ZKI/s400/destin2009+060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7u9Yex8I/AAAAAAAABUA/Kdno4KGvrQk/s1600-h/destin2009+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388833738318596034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7u9Yex8I/AAAAAAAABUA/Kdno4KGvrQk/s400/destin2009+058.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7uT1IzDI/AAAAAAAABT4/4JmNB9iXAMo/s1600-h/destin2009+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388833727164501042" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj7uT1IzDI/AAAAAAAABT4/4JmNB9iXAMo/s400/destin2009+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5co0MVRI/AAAAAAAABTo/SNx1Ja-mErc/s1600-h/destin2009+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388831224536782098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5co0MVRI/AAAAAAAABTo/SNx1Ja-mErc/s400/destin2009+041.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5cIVw72I/AAAAAAAABTg/kGSwGSBSlXo/s1600-h/destin2009+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388831215819222882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5cIVw72I/AAAAAAAABTg/kGSwGSBSlXo/s400/destin2009+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5bn5VsPI/AAAAAAAABTY/pnKKzeBKvyQ/s1600-h/destin2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388831207110062322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Ssj5bn5VsPI/AAAAAAAABTY/pnKKzeBKvyQ/s400/destin2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-55413067414893615702009-07-12T21:37:00.007-04:002009-07-14T23:44:11.543-04:00<div align="left">We had a fun time at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nanna</span> and Granddad's house. I got to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nanna</span>, Granddad, Uncle Jared and Aunt Jenny, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cameryn</span>, and Uncle Bradley. He is so funny. My brothers and I love to play hide-n-seek with Uncle Bradley. I don't know if he likes it though. Usually we can't technically find him, because he is behind a locked door. But we know he's in there! We also went to Holiday World, went on a hike in the stream by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nanna's</span> house, watched granddad and Daddy fly a remote control plane, played with Great-Granddad's puppies, and played on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nanna's</span> water slide. We also got to watch fireworks. We always have a lot of fun when we go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nanna's</span> house.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MQnunBOI/AAAAAAAABTI/99kvC9f9iM4/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522980066854114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MQnunBOI/AAAAAAAABTI/99kvC9f9iM4/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MQKRBHsI/AAAAAAAABTA/hVDaeeZKmCE/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522972158107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MQKRBHsI/AAAAAAAABTA/hVDaeeZKmCE/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /></a> There goes Daddy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kaiden</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MPpzBeXI/AAAAAAAABS4/AA14G_dFof0/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522963442366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MPpzBeXI/AAAAAAAABS4/AA14G_dFof0/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kaiden</span> said he had a headache when he got off.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MPKmfltI/AAAAAAAABSw/n6mV_JH_8Qg/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522955068315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MPKmfltI/AAAAAAAABSw/n6mV_JH_8Qg/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Yay</span>, finally it's my turn to ride a ride. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dallin</span> rode it with me. It was bumper boats. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MO_vAGXI/AAAAAAAABSo/wtYxi2XisX0/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522952151210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1MO_vAGXI/AAAAAAAABSo/wtYxi2XisX0/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KshkJ2RI/AAAAAAAABSg/p4nqlyAqWbs/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358521260425468178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KshkJ2RI/AAAAAAAABSg/p4nqlyAqWbs/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /></a> I totally bumped him all over the place!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KseFJViI/AAAAAAAABSY/L2gE1_36aBo/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358521259490104866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KseFJViI/AAAAAAAABSY/L2gE1_36aBo/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh, I love the carousel.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KrzY9WXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/IRIGSIhkat0/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358521248030480754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1KrzY9WXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/IRIGSIhkat0/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /></a> And so does <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cameryn</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1Krh2XoII/AAAAAAAABSI/HAZ6x9tuX4k/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358521243321999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1Krh2XoII/AAAAAAAABSI/HAZ6x9tuX4k/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Kaiden</span> was embarrassed that he had to ride the "baby" ride. He was just doing it to make sure that Baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Cameryn</span> didn't fall off the ride!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1Krb_poGI/AAAAAAAABSA/BASEnTEQg4M/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358521241750315106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sl1Krb_poGI/AAAAAAAABSA/BASEnTEQg4M/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /></a> See. . . .totally humiliated.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjSZfMBMI/AAAAAAAABR4/pW0SdsI5eGg/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774243185296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjSZfMBMI/AAAAAAAABR4/pW0SdsI5eGg/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /></a> But I wasn't embarrassed!! I loved it!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjR3gmEbI/AAAAAAAABRw/p2bfAmi-sDU/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774234064392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjR3gmEbI/AAAAAAAABRw/p2bfAmi-sDU/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /></a> And again, so did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Cameryn</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjRIA3QII/AAAAAAAABRo/i6cGD1FHk9o/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774221314834562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjRIA3QII/AAAAAAAABRo/i6cGD1FHk9o/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /></a> As well as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Dallin</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjQIq4NiI/AAAAAAAABRg/Mnx9brEGL2o/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774204311189026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjQIq4NiI/AAAAAAAABRg/Mnx9brEGL2o/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Aren't those the cutest bunnies you've ever seen?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjPa0EmrI/AAAAAAAABRY/RQL8pGRlFJE/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774192001718962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqjPa0EmrI/AAAAAAAABRY/RQL8pGRlFJE/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Aunt Jenny, Uncle Jared, and cousin, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Cameryn</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhV5talpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/X9SaYZB5YqY/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357772104351258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhV5talpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/X9SaYZB5YqY/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /></a> I am having a blast at this place!!! -that's what I was thinking in this picture.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhVrl1jZI/AAAAAAAABRI/i7NoqeDlfR4/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357772100561374610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhVrl1jZI/AAAAAAAABRI/i7NoqeDlfR4/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Cameryn</span> is thinking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">saaaaame</span> thing!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhVcPuXbI/AAAAAAAABRA/gdTSHx0rLV8/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357772096442097074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqhVcPuXbI/AAAAAAAABRA/gdTSHx0rLV8/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Nanna</span> and Granddad have a really awesome water slide. We love to play on it when we go to their house!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRRpmperI/AAAAAAAABQo/-983vmWr1PA/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357754439122385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRRpmperI/AAAAAAAABQo/-983vmWr1PA/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy wishes this could be what she saw from our front door.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRRU69x3I/AAAAAAAABQg/NgTziqGI9D0/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357754433570457458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRRU69x3I/AAAAAAAABQg/NgTziqGI9D0/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /></a> My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Nanna</span> and Granddad's house. I love going there.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQuGn7WI/AAAAAAAABQY/zQpao44AYUk/s1600-h/DSC_0207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357754423150374242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQuGn7WI/AAAAAAAABQY/zQpao44AYUk/s400/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Dallin</span> said this puppy's name was "Cute". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Hmm</span>. . . very original, don't you think?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQSkqhqI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Izr5V_EV37k/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357754415760180898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQSkqhqI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Izr5V_EV37k/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQBHalxI/AAAAAAAABQI/jl03bnbvVrw/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357754411074098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SlqRQBHalxI/AAAAAAAABQI/jl03bnbvVrw/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /></a> Why can't I keep this little guy?<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-89687042626942528012009-07-11T23:56:00.002-04:002009-07-12T00:12:22.879-04:00How was your 4th?This year we were at my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nanna's</span> house for July 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. Besides it raining all day, we managed to have a good day. We had a yummy cook-out, and ate homemade <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ice cream</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ummm</span> . . . it was yummy! My great-granddad and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grandmama</span> came over to visit. Then we got to the fun part and had our own firework show. We popped popcorn and sat on the front porch, while Daddy and Granddad put on a good show. How was your 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span>? Good I hope!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SllgAlC-J0I/AAAAAAAABQA/_pdT66shBag/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418794794755906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SllgAlC-J0I/AAAAAAAABQA/_pdT66shBag/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SllgAP2fMmI/AAAAAAAABP4/sDM82CttwZc/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418789105250914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SllgAP2fMmI/AAAAAAAABP4/sDM82CttwZc/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sllf_8pgWfI/AAAAAAAABPw/o6BLkUxeKT0/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418783950526962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sllf_8pgWfI/AAAAAAAABPw/o6BLkUxeKT0/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sllf_g0KkCI/AAAAAAAABPo/WErfybDBVB4/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418776479043618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sllf_g0KkCI/AAAAAAAABPo/WErfybDBVB4/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-83323270136379957402009-06-18T10:27:00.004-04:002009-06-18T10:41:36.505-04:00What have we done since the last day of school, you ask?Well the pics are in backwards order, but.....<br />1. We went and got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ice cream</span> right after school was out! Mommy painted on the car and made it all pretty for the last day of school. That was cool.<br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaiden</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dallin</span> got summer hair cuts.<br />3. We played out side all day long!<br />4. We went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Boyne</span> Mountain, up north! (more pics to come)<br />5. And our most favorite thing to do:<br />WE SLEEP IN!!!!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPkBxL98I/AAAAAAAABPg/9fE3zBlTMvM/s1600-h/100_4511.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674987824510914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPkBxL98I/AAAAAAAABPg/9fE3zBlTMvM/s400/100_4511.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kaid</span> getting his hair cut. Daddy told him it was done, and really he had only cut the top! It was funny, but I guess you had to be there.....</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPj-rvfcI/AAAAAAAABPY/lYK_MK_gTFQ/s1600-h/100_4508.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674986996366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPj-rvfcI/AAAAAAAABPY/lYK_MK_gTFQ/s400/100_4508.jpg" border="0" /></a> When we went to Ziggy's, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kaid</span> decided to get a smoothie.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPjm0Hj4I/AAAAAAAABPQ/rDWPzsMGwo4/s1600-h/100_4506.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674980589047682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPjm0Hj4I/AAAAAAAABPQ/rDWPzsMGwo4/s400/100_4506.jpg" border="0" /></a>I got chocolate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ice cream</span>, like I always get! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dallin</span> did go too, but I guess he didn't make it into any of the pictures. Poor guy. We also went with our next door neighbors, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Taran</span>, Ms. Michelle, and Mr. Jay. (who scares me) :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPjTYuGkI/AAAAAAAABPI/N7o8AJTQrqI/s1600-h/100_4504.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674975373859394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPjTYuGkI/AAAAAAAABPI/N7o8AJTQrqI/s400/100_4504.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, school is finally done for the summer!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPizQloeI/AAAAAAAABPA/Bw-aIB-Sl-Y/s1600-h/100_4502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674966749815266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SjpPizQloeI/AAAAAAAABPA/Bw-aIB-Sl-Y/s400/100_4502.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last time getting off the bus till next fall!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-30284959190150265952009-06-15T10:05:00.002-04:002009-06-15T10:22:02.626-04:00Woohoo!!! It the first official day of summer vacation!! Hmm. . . what should I do? Well I started the morning by playing outside (while Mom was still in laying in bed). We are leaving this afternoon to go to Boyne. We'll be there for a couple of days. Mommy is going to a conference and Daddy and us kids will be playing. Tuesday we are going to a waterpark, and Wednesday we are going to explore the sand dunes that are close by. I'm excited and I think we'll have fun!Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-24529360527599312782009-06-11T18:17:00.002-04:002009-06-11T18:19:51.625-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;">1 DAY!!!!!!!! and summer vacation is here! I will be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span>-k</span><span style="font-size:100%;">er</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> and only have 1 more year till I'm in Kindergarten!!! 1 more day, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dallin</span> will be a first grader, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kaid</span> will be a 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> grader!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WooHoo</span>!!!</span>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-26072699338537449932009-06-04T16:55:00.001-04:002009-06-04T16:56:27.482-04:00Summer Vacation is Almost Here!!!!<span style="font-size:180%;">6 more days and counting until schools out!!!! </span>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-62515301961184085882009-04-30T10:45:00.002-04:002009-04-30T10:54:25.207-04:00Happy 4th Birthday to Me!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6CTGZtlI/AAAAAAAABO4/-NRd7Xr01Js/s1600-h/100_4394.jpg"></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>! I'm a big girl now!! I'm 4 years old!! I have to keep telling Mommy, "Sorry Mommy, I'm a big girl now and I have to grow up!". She doesn't want me to get big, she wants me to stay little. We all have to grow up. . . .<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6Cfl9nrI/AAAAAAAABOw/Fhctb6_wNSo/s1600-h/100_4392.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496185972924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6Cfl9nrI/AAAAAAAABOw/Fhctb6_wNSo/s400/100_4392.jpg" border="0" /></a> My friend McKinley came by to drop off a gift! Isn't she so nice! And she gave me the prettiest Barbie!!! How did she know I LOVE Barbie!! I also got a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Miley</span> Cyrus doll from Maggie, Matt, and Molls, which is another person I LOVE. My friends must know me pretty well!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6B0_3alI/AAAAAAAABOo/LnjZvB3rKmo/s1600-h/100_4391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496174538844754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6B0_3alI/AAAAAAAABOo/LnjZvB3rKmo/s400/100_4391.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ugh, yes, I blew out all 4 candles at once. . . well. . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>, maybe not.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6BeNKlwI/AAAAAAAABOg/2FXmbs8LXa0/s1600-h/100_4389.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496168420611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sfm6BeNKlwI/AAAAAAAABOg/2FXmbs8LXa0/s400/100_4389.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Look at this cake my Mommy made for me! It's the prettiest castle!!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-68760259459284061882009-04-24T14:56:00.002-04:002009-04-24T15:15:39.051-04:00Ridem' Cowboy<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMmOoJpuI/AAAAAAAABOY/GoYztfegWHk/s1600-h/hb19.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328335160033781474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMmOoJpuI/AAAAAAAABOY/GoYztfegWHk/s400/hb19.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Woohoo</span>!! Finally Mommy got the pictures to work!! Now I can tell you all about how I became a cowgirl!! When we were down at my Grandma and Pa's house, Pa had a surprise for us!! We got to ride REAL horses!! I got to ride with Daddy, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dallin</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kaiden</span> got to ride their very own horses!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kaiden</span> was very scared at first. He also got stuck with a crazy horse that wanted to be the leader of the trail!! The horse kept trying to cut to the front of the line, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kaid</span> would say, "WOW!!", and pull back on the reigns. That was supposed to stop the horse, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Redman</span> (that was the horses name) was not listening. Finally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kaiden</span> took control and he loved it the rest of the time. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dallin's</span> horse was named. . . .<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hmm</span>. I can't remember. My mom rode a "painted horse" named Apache. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nanna</span> said that since we are part American Indian, we should of been riding the horse bare back! My mommy told her she ran and jumped on the horse from behind. Of course she was just kidding!! My pa also got a horse that wanted to be at the front of the line, and every time the horse would try to cut to the front, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kaiden's</span> horse would stick his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bunz</span> out and not let Pa's horse pass. It was funny! Oh yeah, and once I thought I was going to die! My horse was walking along, minding it's own business and then all of a sudden it tripped on something and almost fell! With me and Daddy on it!! He caught himself right before he hit the ground. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Pheww</span>. It was a close call. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Kaiden's</span> horse also liked to go #2 a lot and stink all of us out!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Kaiden</span> gagged once, because it was so stinky. My pa tried to get his horse to run, so he could act like he was a cowboy. It was funny! Me and my brothers had so much fun and can't wait till we can go again! Thanks Pa!!<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlhMPMqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pSkVel_MK5g/s1600-h/hb3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328335147837108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlhMPMqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pSkVel_MK5g/s400/hb3.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dallin on his horse. He didn't actually "steer" his horse. His horse got led by another horse.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlRKPMJI/AAAAAAAABOI/rT-A1nySdSU/s1600-h/hb12.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328335143533752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlRKPMJI/AAAAAAAABOI/rT-A1nySdSU/s400/hb12.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kaiden on "Redman".<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlPth7BI/AAAAAAAABOA/8HvzvV4hcmg/s1600-h/hb7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328335143144909842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMlPth7BI/AAAAAAAABOA/8HvzvV4hcmg/s400/hb7.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Daddy. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMkmLHGwI/AAAAAAAABN4/kFnqPc5BnGM/s1600-h/hb11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328335131994692354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIMkmLHGwI/AAAAAAAABN4/kFnqPc5BnGM/s400/hb11.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks Pa and Grandma!! We had a great time!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-76874160556347382902009-04-24T14:50:00.002-04:002009-04-24T14:55:08.043-04:00I got my hair cut!<div align="center">I went to gymnastics today, and afterwards Mommy said, "Do you want to get your hair cut?". I looked at her for a minute and said, "Yeah!!". So we went to the salon, and got my hair cut! What do you think? </div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKTB1FW2I/AAAAAAAABNw/k4boslMeQMs/s1600-h/gabbshaircut1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332631157594978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKTB1FW2I/AAAAAAAABNw/k4boslMeQMs/s400/gabbshaircut1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKTPnrUkI/AAAAAAAABNo/-ZjOT51tMKI/s1600-h/gabbshaircut2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332634859459138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKTPnrUkI/AAAAAAAABNo/-ZjOT51tMKI/s400/gabbshaircut2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKS0k8cTI/AAAAAAAABNg/-2HUL5I_gow/s1600-h/gabbshaircut3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332627600240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKS0k8cTI/AAAAAAAABNg/-2HUL5I_gow/s400/gabbshaircut3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKSzfHh3I/AAAAAAAABNY/8hIOWZkwd14/s1600-h/gabbshaircut4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332627307366258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKSzfHh3I/AAAAAAAABNY/8hIOWZkwd14/s400/gabbshaircut4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKS_mMesI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ocbAlBxDb0E/s1600-h/gabbshaircut5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332630558276290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SfIKS_mMesI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ocbAlBxDb0E/s400/gabbshaircut5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-82095806283599243222009-04-19T21:27:00.001-04:002009-04-19T21:42:35.329-04:00Is it just Mommy?Is anybody else have problems uploading pictures on blogger? My mom has been trying for a week now, and the pictures never load. hmmm..... maybe it's just Mommy.Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-58678873161111211972009-04-14T17:32:00.003-04:002009-04-14T17:36:22.494-04:00Spring Break flew by. . .<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SeUBD3OQoQI/AAAAAAAABNI/crmpqGL-LNo/s1600-h/hb13.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324663300310475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SeUBD3OQoQI/AAAAAAAABNI/crmpqGL-LNo/s400/hb13.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Spring Break has come and gone and the boys started back to school today. We had so much fun and Mommy will be posting more later, so keep checking back! I hope everyone had a happy Easter! Ok spring, you can officially come now! Up here in Michigan, we're still waiting. . .Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-60577893774606539942009-03-21T11:09:00.003-04:002009-03-21T11:29:11.833-04:00Did we catch the Leprechaun?For a school project <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dallin</span> had to make a trap to try and catch a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">leprechaun</span> on St. Patrick's Day. Mommy and Dallin looked on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> for ideas and were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">surprised</span> to find lots of different trap styles. They picked one to make and him and Mommy got to work. The trap was a box that had a ramp on each side for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">leprechaun</span> to walk up on. Inside the box they strung fake gold from the top. The gold was there to lure the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">leprechaun</span> inside. Then the two ramps looked like they connected but they really didn't. So, when the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">leprechaun</span> went in, he would fall to the bottom of the box and not be able to get out.<br />All the kids in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Dallin's</span> class left their traps out the night before St. Patrick's Day, and hoped they could catch a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">leprechaun</span>!<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">(Warning: These pictures are only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">reenactments</span> of what took place on St. Patty's Day. They are based on a true story. The individuals are real, and the footprints are real!!!)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUEDO2WT8I/AAAAAAAABMQ/8Nn0syN9IBI/s1600-h/100_4367.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659388752908226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUEDO2WT8I/AAAAAAAABMQ/8Nn0syN9IBI/s400/100_4367.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Dallin</span> with his trap. He's saying, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Shhhhh</span>......"</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECgswelI/AAAAAAAABMI/lCaWXV2vmy0/s1600-h/100_4372.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659376364649042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECgswelI/AAAAAAAABMI/lCaWXV2vmy0/s400/100_4372.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Dallin</span> was hoping that with this clue on the outside, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">leprechaun</span> would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">definitely</span> go inside his trap!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECgf3JxI/AAAAAAAABMA/KrjT-LYt1v0/s1600-h/100_4370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659376310560530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECgf3JxI/AAAAAAAABMA/KrjT-LYt1v0/s400/100_4370.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here's what the inside of the trap looked like. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECLlJd9I/AAAAAAAABL4/HGeudwfR3Us/s1600-h/100_4369.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659370695587794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUECLlJd9I/AAAAAAAABL4/HGeudwfR3Us/s400/100_4369.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did we catch him? I see little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">leprechaun</span> footmarks going up the ramp!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUEB8ESk7I/AAAAAAAABLw/_EBzV2T7giA/s1600-h/100_4368.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659366531240882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/ScUEB8ESk7I/AAAAAAAABLw/_EBzV2T7giA/s400/100_4368.jpg" border="0" /></a> RATS!!! He outsmarted us!! But he did leave behind some treats and some gold coins!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-59186593150765306472009-03-11T13:58:00.003-04:002009-03-11T14:04:49.057-04:00We had some home makeovers at our house!A few weeks ago <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kaiden</span> and Daddy went to New Hampshire to go skiing with Uncle Ryan. While they were gone, Pa and Grandma came up. Mommy wanted to redecorate and she knew Pa was just the man to get it done. Her and Pa repainted both the boys room, and my room. We even switched actual rooms. The boys room was painted in a farm theme before and Mommy figured that it was time for the boys to have a more sophisticated room. So. . .<br /><br /><div align="center">Here is the boys room:</div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf8EvkZGYI/AAAAAAAABKA/eZ_b25voLiQ/s1600-h/100_4358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991443925571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf8EvkZGYI/AAAAAAAABKA/eZ_b25voLiQ/s400/100_4358.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf8ES58UqI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QtvTD3CQjbE/s1600-h/100_4357.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991436231332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf8ES58UqI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QtvTD3CQjbE/s400/100_4357.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Remember, this used to be my room and it was painted in a mint green color with pink and yellow. Now it's their room and they seem to like it. Thanks for the hard work Pa!! Now keep reading to see my new room!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-45051811827431866042009-03-11T13:39:00.002-04:002009-03-11T13:57:28.192-04:00My New Room!Here's my room. Remember, first it used to be the boys room, and looked like this. Except there was a border seperating the white from the red. Like Mommy said, it was farm themed and Mommy figured it was about time the boys got a more grown up room. But now it was going to be my room, and Mommy took the colors from one of my favorite blankets that my Nanna made me. <br /><div align="center">Ok, here are some before pictures:</div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31wZJ-wI/AAAAAAAABJw/T_cbDcy33TQ/s1600-h/100_4305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986788402330370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31wZJ-wI/AAAAAAAABJw/T_cbDcy33TQ/s400/100_4305.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31QJuv6I/AAAAAAAABJo/7gaRZl72v3k/s1600-h/100_4306.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986779747696546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31QJuv6I/AAAAAAAABJo/7gaRZl72v3k/s400/100_4306.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div align="center">And here's after:</div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31ExzFAI/AAAAAAAABJg/trbvl3nC7e4/s1600-h/100_4359.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986776694526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf31ExzFAI/AAAAAAAABJg/trbvl3nC7e4/s400/100_4359.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ta da! Don't you just love it! I do! I was so happy I got to sleep in a big girl bed! I couldn't wait!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf300fq-ZI/AAAAAAAABJY/l56AZ_lld54/s1600-h/100_4362.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986772323531154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf300fq-ZI/AAAAAAAABJY/l56AZ_lld54/s400/100_4362.jpg" border="0" /></a> And I love this Barbie house that Pa made for me. Now I just need to get some furniture for it. Good thing I have a birthday coming up! Mommy remembered playing with hers all the time when she was little and wanted me to have just as much fun. I do play with my barbies a lot! (Sidenote: there really is a another shelf. Mommy just ran out of anchors to put it on. She needs to go to the store!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf30s3GIJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nMvb9d_ZPfo/s1600-h/100_4360.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986770274295954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/Sbf30s3GIJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nMvb9d_ZPfo/s400/100_4360.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's the blanket that my Nanna made for me. The little pillow came from my Great-grandmama. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-54779752267292258662009-02-28T14:43:00.002-05:002009-02-28T14:45:50.510-05:00Go Kaiden!!!!Kaiden did awesome at his basketball game!! He scored 10 points today!!! He did so good! I cheered and cheered for him. Infact I cheered so loud someone asked me if I was the team cheerleader. I told her as soon as I turn 5 I'm becoming a cheerleader!! She said I have the perfect voice for it. Mommy told me that means I'm really loud. Is that a bad thing?Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396970386764531686.post-36137425416994585052009-02-26T18:30:00.002-05:002009-02-26T18:38:49.335-05:00So, Mommy just wanted to say thanks to all her friends who took care of her while she was laying on the couch getting better from her surgery. Our friends brought dinner to us, made treats for us, drove us around, called to check on Mommy, or drove me to school. We have such GREAT friends and Mommy really appreciates them. Here is just a little bit of the yummy things that people brought us. All the other stuff we ate to fast and their was no time to get a picture!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZE3m_2I/AAAAAAAABJA/-4ZBGpdjRkw/s1600-h/burrito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307252898124988258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZE3m_2I/AAAAAAAABJA/-4ZBGpdjRkw/s400/burrito.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yummy Burritos (Kaid had three of them!)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZLejGrI/AAAAAAAABI4/cET8E8vmgG8/s1600-h/macaroni.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307252899898923698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZLejGrI/AAAAAAAABI4/cET8E8vmgG8/s400/macaroni.jpg" border="0" /></a>Homeade Macaroni and Cheese (Dallin had 5 servings!!! I'm not even lying!) This is a picture of Dallin scraping his plate clean.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZF6xxvI/AAAAAAAABIw/HMm1iVFkJKQ/s1600-h/pie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307252898406713074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxQ1g08qCak/SacmZF6xxvI/AAAAAAAABIw/HMm1iVFkJKQ/s400/pie.jpg" border="0" /></a> A pie that looks so yummy, but Daddy isn't done eating and so I'm still waiting to get my hands on it!</div><div> </div><div>Thank you so much for all of our friends!!!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Alleryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08433001510235638976noreply@blogger.com2