tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22720573307873338822024-03-13T11:45:36.346-07:00Shari, Aaron & Co.smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-55127912217549935942011-02-17T21:46:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:50:52.593-08:00Grampa, here is something to look at..<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAicW1u61AA/TV4IezifI4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8kUA7F1hLYg/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAicW1u61AA/TV4IezifI4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8kUA7F1hLYg/s200/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574902714055205762" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_hPsB0s5aw/TV4Iel6rhbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xG2NDoBjnaI/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_hPsB0s5aw/TV4Iel6rhbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xG2NDoBjnaI/s200/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574902710398584242" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SA3N3p6wHpw/TV4IefxQs9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NzgMy6rha-c/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SA3N3p6wHpw/TV4IefxQs9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NzgMy6rha-c/s200/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574902708748465106" /></a><br />Meagan at her first concert!!Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591483255070089880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-49615454702246373562009-11-20T10:52:00.000-08:002009-11-20T10:55:14.689-08:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5449314d444d334d6a4d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Thanksgiving" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5449314d444d334d6a4d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></table>Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591483255070089880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-53748193223285752432009-11-03T11:42:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:43:25.427-08:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5449794d54517a4f54413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: spooky Halloween" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5449794d54517a4f54413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></table>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-6580224992001390452009-10-16T11:57:00.000-07:002009-10-16T13:03:04.209-07:00We have had an eventful fall so far, family life is great. To start off we got a bunny, Hershey, cute little guy, he used to be a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">show <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">bunny</span></span></span></i>, we told him that kind of behavior won't fly here;). He started out in a cage in Meagan's room. That became a stinky situation, so he moved to the garage, still in the cage. Not much later, he sweet talked us into a pen in the backyard, that seemed to be a good fit too, well much like the Mouse and a cookie, he worked out a deal to roam the entire backyard. Hershey, was living the high life, master of his domain, king of the roost, what could he need.....out apparently. Luckily the neighbors found him in their yard, so we beefed up security.....and he breaks out again. Again we recover the little hare. Two weeks later with only minor misshaps and we are sure the worst of it is behind us. Well that little jack%$#@$! (rabbit) can't seem to get enough of the neighborhood. By now the kids don't seem to care as much, so no scouts were sent out. THREE days later he comes back, prodigal bunny,....we still love him, but he no longer is a beneficiary.<div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/StjMF8bDL3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/zJrJVKJaINg/s320/DSCN0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393284956267163506" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/StjMGeDk07I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Yk6KxQgcFCc/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393284965295510450" /><div><br /></div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-52648897957333440652009-08-03T00:26:00.000-07:002009-08-08T09:02:20.875-07:00Ice CavesSo, we pay big bucks and travel to Alaska and look what's in our backyard! We hiked up with our friends the Burdicks and the Deans one week and then the next we went back with our kids. The second time we went up it was about 90 degrees out. Our only relief was at the top near the caves. The glacial air was wonderful. As soon as we stepped away we were in an oven again. The kids were melting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSvKbEqVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/evH0Jcl68OA/s1600-h/DSCN2767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSvKbEqVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/evH0Jcl68OA/s320/DSCN2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365637345007937874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSudhlrbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GIY7jNxKIKQ/s1600-h/DSCN2720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSudhlrbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GIY7jNxKIKQ/s320/DSCN2720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365637332955671986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSFFA9UuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tqvOrbDXMPA/s1600-h/DSCN2786.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSFFA9UuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tqvOrbDXMPA/s320/DSCN2786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636622001722082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSE14RiwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/h6-_OsUq9nA/s1600-h/DSCN2781.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSE14RiwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/h6-_OsUq9nA/s320/DSCN2781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636617938766594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSEcnUkQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YUPXbcpt-cE/s1600-h/DSCN2783.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaSEcnUkQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YUPXbcpt-cE/s320/DSCN2783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636611156775170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRs0Q4RKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/snN9oKlZfYc/s1600-h/DSCN2719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRs0Q4RKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/snN9oKlZfYc/s320/DSCN2719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636205188236450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRsXDP47I/AAAAAAAAAl4/q8Tp0xlYVuI/s1600-h/DSCN2694.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRsXDP47I/AAAAAAAAAl4/q8Tp0xlYVuI/s320/DSCN2694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636197346436018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRr9axDiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/1Hy3Pi2vGf8/s1600-h/DSCN2692.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnaRr9axDiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/1Hy3Pi2vGf8/s320/DSCN2692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636190465756706" /></a>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-47217792258899884632009-08-02T20:23:00.000-07:002009-08-08T09:01:58.290-07:00Into the WildAlex with cousins Raymond and William at Potters Marsh in Anchorage, Alaska. Many thanks to Cousins Christine, Bill, Raymond and William, Uncle Ray and Aunt Sally. We had a fabulous trip to Alaska to kick off the summer.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfteQKHFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/H2Vs87jn53w/s1600-h/DSCN1933.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfteQKHFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/H2Vs87jn53w/s320/DSCN1933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365581240878111826" /></a>As mentioned we started off the summer with a trip "into the wild." We have been planning a trip to Alaska for years and finally got around to doing so. What a beautiful place. We hiked up green hills, drove to Denali State Park, smam in the rivers of McGrath, visited a glacier and bonded with family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfekDcWWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/khJaRneCN0I/s1600-h/DSCN1960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfekDcWWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/khJaRneCN0I/s320/DSCN1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580984737356130" /></a>A lot of the 5 1/2 hr car ride to Denali state park was rocking out to Abba (the original Mama Mia soundtrack) and taking pictures out the window. Thus the blurry trees. Everything was so beautiful we had to keep trying for a good picture!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfeB4VFEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NFN7sBuszto/s1600-h/DSCN2106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfeB4VFEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NFN7sBuszto/s320/DSCN2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580975563936834" /></a><br />The kids dipped them selves (up to their waists) in that cold little river.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfd4fQOlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2Yb0kl9TEVE/s1600-h/DSCN2140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfd4fQOlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2Yb0kl9TEVE/s320/DSCN2140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580973042842194" /></a>Who say's you have to be 16 to drive? What helmet? So after 4 days on the wheeler, Isaac was not happy to go back to his carseat! We spent 4 fabulous, hot days in McGrath with Aunt Sally and Uncle Ray. I learned to make Alaskan blueberry pie and cowboy beans. We got around mostly by four wheeler and boat. Look Ma, the big one that didn't get away! We ate that 32" Pike for dinner. It was delicious!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfGNw-_6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/4gv1bB9y6yo/s1600-h/DSCN2176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfGNw-_6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/4gv1bB9y6yo/s320/DSCN2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580566437494690" /></a><br />Having fun at Father's Day Island. It was so peaceful. We learned the meaning of stillness. We paddled a way off the shore and just sat in the silence. The only thing to destroy it was the constant buzzing around our heads. Between mosquitos and biting flies we were swatting and scratching all day and night. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfF4RNPqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Fr5dXnzEPhM/s1600-h/DSCN2193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfF4RNPqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Fr5dXnzEPhM/s320/DSCN2193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580560667066018" /></a>Happy 4th of July. We were in a parade with most of the town of McGrath. We decorated the wheeler and wagon and hit the streets. We were supplied with candy to throw out to the bystanders. Only problem is most everyone was in the parade. So we went back afterward and collected most of what we threw out! Too fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfFbsNNfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/M1vI3RPxlyw/s1600-h/DSCN2201.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZfFbsNNfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/M1vI3RPxlyw/s320/DSCN2201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580552995681778" /></a><br />We picniced on the grounds of the Anchorage Temple one day. It's small but lovely.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZepQNVGOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9HBRtnLdSNM/s1600-h/DSCN2265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZepQNVGOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9HBRtnLdSNM/s320/DSCN2265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580068877048034" /></a><br />roarrrr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeo2V6BvI/AAAAAAAAAko/C26ZuBrhA7c/s1600-h/DSCN2374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeo2V6BvI/AAAAAAAAAko/C26ZuBrhA7c/s320/DSCN2374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580061933700850" /></a><br />I found the spot I'd live in if we were to move to Alaska. Seward is beautiful. It is a couple of hours from Anchorage. It reminded us of a town like Mukilteo. We stopped in at the sea life center and this is the view!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeoZkN3fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/opDWgRcYEcI/s1600-h/DSCN2446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeoZkN3fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/opDWgRcYEcI/s320/DSCN2446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365580054209093106" /></a>Exit Glacier<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZePEtfEMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Yw8Wt-wRu8E/s1600-h/DSCN2521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZePEtfEMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Yw8Wt-wRu8E/s320/DSCN2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365579619114094786" /></a>It was a great little hike to this glacier just out of Seward. Alex got quite sick with a fever and body aches just about an hour previous. Some dinner, tylenol and a nap and he was up for the hike. What a trooper. It was a little windy but not really cold.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeOssFsOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/HEi-KBpEIR4/s1600-h/DSCN2522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeOssFsOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/HEi-KBpEIR4/s320/DSCN2522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365579612665786594" /></a><br />The land of the midnight sun. It was great. We were able to pack so much into everyday. The sun set right around 11:45pm and stayed dusky. We were never up, but we hear it rose again about 3:30-4:00am. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeOeS4SEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nx7J0WOVdU0/s1600-h/DSCN2607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SnZeOeS4SEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nx7J0WOVdU0/s320/DSCN2607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365579608801953858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-76576313869722604372009-06-16T17:20:00.000-07:002009-06-16T17:24:24.517-07:00dreamy dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sjg3qhpRzxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/G6-ft0tSaOQ/s1600-h/DSCN1540.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sjg3qhpRzxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/G6-ft0tSaOQ/s320/DSCN1540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348085761228001042" /></a><br />For FHE we made dream jars that are filled with super powers and magical places. We had a fun time making them, finally a FHE where everyone wanted to participate!smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-48729141896049867902009-05-27T21:54:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:11:41.316-07:00Awesome kids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aLXIhm1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GX-4-RmMORE/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aLXIhm1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GX-4-RmMORE/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734990598642514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some kids have all the looks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aK33rdtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/f7NcvDRSSqc/s1600-h/DSCN1011.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aK33rdtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/f7NcvDRSSqc/s320/DSCN1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734982206486226" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aKkDOyBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jg0aVexop30/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aKkDOyBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jg0aVexop30/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734976886229010" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>some kids have all the fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aKVID0mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pwDdCSQZiG0/s1600-h/DSCN1279.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4aKVID0mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pwDdCSQZiG0/s320/DSCN1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734972879950434" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4Zn8CTLrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kHvBcNB040Y/s1600-h/DSCN1219.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4Zn8CTLrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kHvBcNB040Y/s320/DSCN1219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734382029352626" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some kids have all the brains.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4Zng66G4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/HgnR2etjWf4/s1600-h/DSCN1288.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4Zng66G4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/HgnR2etjWf4/s320/DSCN1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734374750591874" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone thinks their kids are awesome..</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4ZnUsp2FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/d9VIkOb5v_8/s1600-h/DSCN1246.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sh4ZnUsp2FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/d9VIkOb5v_8/s320/DSCN1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734371469580370" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We sure do.</div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-30904463602502235402009-04-28T22:08:00.000-07:002009-04-28T22:17:49.837-07:00Tulips, Hooray!!<div>Every year we make a trip up to the tulips, this year is no exception. Unfortunately, I had to work at the last minute, so just the kids and Shari were able to go. It was a beautiful day for them. I'm glad they had a great time. I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">miserable</span> at work with my buddies watching the Mariners.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhiVr70dI/AAAAAAAAAis/QCMcLhl-O_Q/s1600-h/DSCN1094.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhiVr70dI/AAAAAAAAAis/QCMcLhl-O_Q/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976664069493202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhdRWxpII/AAAAAAAAAik/sZWD_adpRE0/s1600-h/DSCN1092.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhdRWxpII/AAAAAAAAAik/sZWD_adpRE0/s320/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976577007658114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhdG6oS7I/AAAAAAAAAic/gEx4xCcgTic/s1600-h/DSCN1064.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhdG6oS7I/AAAAAAAAAic/gEx4xCcgTic/s320/DSCN1064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976574205250482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sffhc2C1aLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GIIgP4CDf3o/s1600-h/DSCN1060.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sffhc2C1aLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GIIgP4CDf3o/s320/DSCN1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976569676261554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sffhcg1qiqI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8CN28lqbFu0/s1600-h/DSCN1056.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Sffhcg1qiqI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8CN28lqbFu0/s320/DSCN1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976563983878818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhcQT8-HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Oo59nLT3UPI/s1600-h/DSCN1055.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SffhcQT8-HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Oo59nLT3UPI/s320/DSCN1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329976559547512946" /></a>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-35150959574148982302009-04-17T22:00:00.000-07:002009-04-17T22:11:00.715-07:00party pics<div>Can't forget cupcakes at Uncle Joes!!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Selez-bahpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mlQmD_rBPuc/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/Selez-bahpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mlQmD_rBPuc/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892281366644370" /></a><div>Don't be fooled. These cupcakes were made with rice flour, date crystals and some other wholesome, a little less tasty ingredients. Everyone gulped them down without a second thought. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SelezogMZXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/frTQdGk5UUU/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SelezogMZXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/frTQdGk5UUU/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892275481109874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SelezYlpoNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2pExkjbkF_E/s1600-h/DSCN1030.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SelezYlpoNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2pExkjbkF_E/s320/DSCN1030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892271209029842" /></a></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-60886225855418159022009-04-17T16:30:00.000-07:002009-04-17T16:41:25.322-07:00Howdy-do look who's two!!<div>Happy birthday Isaac!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRe85OmMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QoS9C8OktN0/s1600-h/P3140030.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRe85OmMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QoS9C8OktN0/s320/P3140030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807257782229186" /></a><div>Your a wonderful baby, I'm so glad your my brother, love Meagan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRenAQDOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pTOx39-h6qQ/s1600-h/P4210317.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRenAQDOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pTOx39-h6qQ/s320/P4210317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807251906104546" /></a></div><div>Happy Birthday Isaac, I love you so much because you never sass-talk, love Alex.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXu4-OdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/shT8IA-IylI/s1600-h/PA070197.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXu4-OdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/shT8IA-IylI/s320/PA070197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807133763975634" /></a></div><div>I'm so glad your in this family, love Mommy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXb0PZuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hAc247sIAEs/s1600-h/DSCN1012.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXb0PZuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hAc247sIAEs/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807128643856098" /></a></div><div>I love you so much little guy, Daddy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXDBMT4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Uu4TEt_zWh4/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRXDBMT4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Uu4TEt_zWh4/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807121987293058" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRW52ZKYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/WhpUtm-8USw/s1600-h/DSCN0140.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SekRW52ZKYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/WhpUtm-8USw/s320/DSCN0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807119526078850" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-28908663062951204002009-04-14T13:20:00.000-07:002009-04-14T15:10:49.047-07:00Long time away<div style="text-align: left;">So, yes, we've been gone a while. Through a series of events we were unable to post, broken computer, broken camera, sickness, famine, and swarms of locusts. Okay a little over the top.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well we're back! New computer (one I can't drop), new camera (I did drop), and a whole lot of catching up to do.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We were pretty much sick the whole beginning of the year, passing it from one to another. Finally we had enough of the cold wet weather, so we went to Arizona.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shari's dad lives just outside Phoenix. My friend Kevin lives just outside the other end of Phoenix. The Grand Canyon has lived there for quite some time. We felt this was a trip worth taking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We stayed with Shari's dad for the first few days, the kids loved it. Putt-putt in the backyard, a pool close by, 75-80 degrees, it was great.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUBXpI0QNI/AAAAAAAAAek/G_rLBV56mpk/s200/DSCN0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324663640126931154" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUFx_Gcp0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/EukZOHwWjeo/s200/DSCN0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324668490745685826" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUBX1G-vKI/AAAAAAAAAes/utEHhaFndi0/s200/DSCN0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324663643340455074" /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex, on the first day said, "this place is way better than Lynnwood!!". That may be true, but my job keeps us there. Grampa Gary was great letting us crash his bachelor pad.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUDXA9h3dI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ahie9WaebwY/s200/DSCN0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324665828365426130" /><div style="text-align: left;"> We were also able to visit cousins, Meagan and Alex really love Jake, Courtney, and Christina.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUBYHNgFlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/5EvxkXOXSnQ/s200/DSCN0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324663648199644754" /></div><div>Next stop was the Grand Canyon, however we took a side trip to Sedona, and Shari fell in love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUDX_RBMQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_SJL-79k2Jg/s200/DSCN0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324665845090169090" /></div><div>Hiking in such a beautiful place was incredible.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUDXXa_MoI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3UEqOhi-PQw/s200/DSCN0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324665834394563202" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUH2vQNCEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kLO4VZVMx3s/s200/DSCN0829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324670771414239298" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUH3P7M_RI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wCDrds1q098/s200/DSCN0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324670780184526098" /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUFOvLU2_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZiSy7sNLsQ/s200/DSCN0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324667885175757810" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUDXMmxYcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4oVbMRUeW4s/s200/DSCN0414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324665831491199426" /><div style="text-align: left;">Shari would have stayed here if she could have, but instead she's planning a trip back to Sedona next year. We'll see.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>When we finally reached the Grand Canyon it was 50 degrees, wind, and dusk. I took two pictures and promptly dropped the new camera..... anger, no... frustration, no.... disbelief, maybe... after giving the kids an hour lecture on how to handle the camera,... I drop it, bent the lens housing and it stopped working. Needless to say, I was disappointed, Shari laughed at me, and the kids just looked on with wide eyes. All the way here and now, no camera. Well two hours, one yo-yo, and a peoples elbow later the camera was fixed. It still has some scratches but it works, yahoo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUFQCLMJxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Ci8w9-LLu6c/s200/DSCN0800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324667907455330066" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUFPY-VfeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NPFkH3tcwKE/s200/DSCN0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324667896395562466" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUFO4q0JfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/i8dNTF6Skig/s200/DSCN0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324667887723750898" /></div><div>The kids were like mountain goats they did great hiking down into the canyon and back up, never complained, and slept great that night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Final stop was Mesa with the Burdicks.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SeUBYY4KAZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/H0ylJAX4VLQ/s200/DSCN0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324663652941955474" /><div>Kevin had let us use his truck the entire time and we can't say thank you enough. We went with them to the Easter Pageant on the temple grounds, and just had a great time hanging out with there family. We can't wait till next year.</div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-42023956227883354542009-02-06T13:25:00.000-08:002009-02-06T14:03:22.341-08:00Isaac's Much Needed First Haircut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYytX8-YCUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/f80on67V3mw/s1600-h/P1080017.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYytX8-YCUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/f80on67V3mw/s320/P1080017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299801488524577090" /></a><br /><br />So, I am sitting on the floor in the hall of the "primary wing" at church with Aaron's sister Lydia while Isaac is running around. I am looking at him and getting more embarrassed with each passing moment. Her kids are always beautifully groomed and looking cute as cute can be. Isaac's top and front part of his hair is flying in all directions. The back of his hair is matted to his head and looks like a forest creature has made a comfortable nest. His poor little face is 3 different shades of red from a rash. His clothes are one size too big. As his mother I think he is still cute of course, but good golly who is taking care of this guy? Back at cousins house, Aunt Lydia did the honors of taming the wild hair and doesn't he look good now?<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYytXw3q_2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/JHZH5uW36wg/s320/P2010047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299801485275234146" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYytrARWa1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/t70-qxt2JYQ/s320/P2010049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299801815826983762" />smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-17313137422574063502009-02-06T13:01:00.001-08:002009-02-06T13:25:06.203-08:00Birthday Bash<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyljt5yoXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IxP9vAAwr9E/s1600-h/P2010045.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyljt5yoXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IxP9vAAwr9E/s320/P2010045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299792894544224626" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyljQFDObI/AAAAAAAAAco/5HtVUx_f1ls/s1600-h/P2010041.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyljQFDObI/AAAAAAAAAco/5HtVUx_f1ls/s320/P2010041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299792886538385842" /></a><div>Meagan is now our big 9 year old. Alex will be 7 on the 10th. This year for their present from Mom and Dad, we took them to see the cousins. They are their favorite people in the whole world. Meagan and the girls, and then Alex and boys each decorated half (or one 9"round) of a cake with candles and redhots. I have to say I was very impressed with how the boys pulled it off. Everyone just did what they wanted and nobody had a problem with it. Meagan on the other hand had been planning her decorating strategy for weeks and wasn't going for anything else. Eventually, she conceded and the girls formed an entirely new design. There was some good compromising and the spirit of inclusion was felt.</div><div> </div><div>At one point Alex asked, "so why aren't we getting any presents?" Meagan then explained once again that gas in the car and time with family is what we are focusing on this year. They both are good sports.</div><div><br /></div><div>Due to the speed at which these kids eat cake (or is it still that I am recovering from "mommy brain"), we were barely lucky enough to get a picture of the last slice left from each cake.</div><div><br /></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-56780779915211796102009-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:002009-02-06T14:01:28.297-08:00Whistler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyxex9a69I/AAAAAAAAAdg/We3YnFt8uZU/s1600-h/P1230036.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyxex9a69I/AAAAAAAAAdg/We3YnFt8uZU/s320/P1230036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299806003873377234" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyyROK717I/AAAAAAAAAeA/PVporcRYp2A/s200/isaac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299806870439712690" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For our 13th anniversary, we decided to go to Whistler. This marks the 2nd year in our quest to do an annual trip to this northern playground. With a little work we were able to get all but Isaac skiing and having a great time. Skiing was spring conditions, warm, sunny, and very fast. Meagan and Alex were awesome! By the second day they were skiing all over and had become much more comfortable on the snow. This is the first year Shari skied at Whistler, man, I love a cute snow bunny!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyja3Eo9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mZ9y8Lt0mRQ/s1600-h/P1220032.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyja3Eo9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mZ9y8Lt0mRQ/s320/P1220032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790543363569266" /></a><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYywsYZWS7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/hFg4TyzCVdc/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299805138017733554" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjar8adqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WwGD_m_rlpg/s1600-h/P1220031.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjar8adqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WwGD_m_rlpg/s320/P1220031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790540376274594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjaQQmUJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qV8taxHh9Fg/s1600-h/P1220030.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjaQQmUJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qV8taxHh9Fg/s320/P1220030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790532944744594" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYywsC8qQoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NyJ0GrlvcBY/s320/IMG_2799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299805132260262530" /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjCnxTFCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PpZCu-_2DCo/s1600-h/P1220026.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SYyjCnxTFCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PpZCu-_2DCo/s320/P1220026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790126939051042" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-26373114031214982902008-11-29T23:30:00.000-08:002008-11-30T00:17:04.595-08:00real stinkerI feel like one of those commercials...<br />Leaving the kids with In-laws while on a date....$0.00<br />Movie tickets....$18.00<br />Movie snacks...$7.00<br />Wanting to walk out, but you can't because she lost her wallet....PRICELESS<br /><br />We had a great Thanksgiving with Shari's parents. However, while we were there Shari wanted to go see a movie. Our babysitter said that Twilight was great (I'm going to fire her), and since Shari loves the books, we were off.<br />I admit I have read the books. They are just okay, for me there was too much melodrama, "does he love me, wheres he at, I can't live without him, I want a bloodshake, blah, blah, cry, cry, calculated emotional response". Not worth reading again. It could be condensed to about 200 pages total.<br /><br />The movie......HORRIBLE, it was so slow, I almost fell asleep, we were about to walk out when Shari said, "I lost my wallet!", so here I am 40 min into the movie scrambling to find her wallet so we can leave, I'm crawling on the floor desperately grabbing at shadows. Bumping seats, sorry, grabbing feet, sorry again.<br />Here it is!.. no, just some old popcorn.<br />Wait!, here's something...puddle of pop.<br />Whats this!....I think I'm going to vomit. Oh wait somebody already did, awesome!!!<br />Without luck I searched, without hope we stayed. Its bad enough to watch a movie you don't like, but to have to wait for the credits to finish so they can turn on the lights, miserable.Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591483255070089880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-12515384536918003062008-11-10T23:47:00.000-08:002008-11-11T00:16:14.964-08:00Veterans day<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZiG8Zto8cI/SRk4wX5WuDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6D4i-ygmpwE/s1600-h/military_logos.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 51px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZiG8Zto8cI/SRk4wX5WuDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6D4i-ygmpwE/s200/military_logos.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267303642885961778" /></a><br />Make sure you thank a veteran today. Because of them we have the freedoms we enjoy every day.<br />Our military is a funny thing, it is both a proud, and sad display. Proud to see these couragous people who protect our home and others. Sad to see just how young they are. We pray for peace. We pray for your safety. <br /><br />Thanks Pap-pa<br /><br />Thanks Uncle Richard<br /><br />Thanks Grampa Micheal<br /><br />Thanks Uncle Kipp (tecnically not a veteran, but your working towards it.)<br /><br />Thanks to all the veterans, servicemen and women.<br />Our family appreciates all that you did (and do) for our country.Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591483255070089880noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-43092143119666101282008-11-04T18:39:00.000-08:002008-11-04T18:54:42.519-08:00Stick to the issuesSo the kids voted today in their classes. What a great concept, getting kids involved early in life. They might have done that when I was young and I just don't remember. It's interesting to hear their opinions on who should be President and why. Now I'm not a very political person, but I vote and try to stay current on the issues. So to have my kids come to me and want to talk about politics was new territory. I also felt that alot of their opinions might have been formed by their teachers, so I was geared up to objectively answer their questions and share my feelings.<br /><br />Meagan approached me and said, "I like Obama because he plays basketball."<br /><br />Alex said, "McCain likes hamburgers."<br /><br />Apperently I'm not as current on the issues as I thought.<br /><br />Get out and vote!Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591483255070089880noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-49541336849045672432008-10-30T21:16:00.000-07:002008-10-30T21:52:33.334-07:00young padawans<div>It has been a blast watching the cousins, and now finally we have one ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjSP7oHCrYJoRgTGJ0S2uVXeETD0nZnnBPW_qql2zpJRjvxnXES08tMazmLhGJV48Kx5lEg0oAhHaQQDu-FA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-42344676491514570542008-10-19T22:44:00.000-07:002008-10-19T22:59:44.100-07:00You say its your birthday.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwbuuMa-3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/jgUxAjSd6ek/s1600-h/PA190042.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwbuuMa-3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/jgUxAjSd6ek/s320/PA190042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259108954349960050" /></a>Recipe for a fall birthday party: <div>*One little pumpkin stew</div><div>*One big plate of meat (what do you mean you don't eat no meat?!)</div><div>*One apple, dijon, walnut salad</div><div>*Many lemon, ginger cupcakes from Martha's </div><div>Everyday Food magazine (yummo!) with rainbow chip frosting (birthday boy's choice)</div><div>*A little Enya playing in the background (Meagan's addition)</div><div>*A few family members; immediate and extended</div><div>*An exchange student from Taiwan</div><div>*A couple of laughs</div><div>*And a partridge in a pear tree (wait.. I'm getting ahead of myself)</div><div><br /></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-55655200797070807592008-10-19T22:04:00.000-07:002008-10-19T22:40:43.213-07:00Harvest PartyWe went to Kingston for a harvest party on Saturday. It was great, there were activities for the kids, and adults, dinner, and treats.<div>It was a potluck barn party hosted by a friend from work. It was a beautiful day and evening. The kids had fun on the scavenger hunt, playing in the barn, and just generally running amuck. </div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwStIfulSI/AAAAAAAAAao/lrmSF3GlnZw/s320/PA180024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099031445869858" /></div><div>Meagan was very persistent at the apple bobbing station, she wouldn't give up until she had succeeded.</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwSsEDUQwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rX8NKYEvMqI/s320/cheater1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099013073093378" /><div>Isaac cheated, then tried to give Alex pointers on the finer art of bobbing.<br /></div><div><div>Alex tried a couple more times then decided to go poke a stick</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwSstWkO0I/AAAAAAAAAag/58iMl7Act5U/s320/PA180019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099024159685442" /><div> in the fire pit. He also made a killing during the scavenger hunt, but was also sweet enough to give some to a little girl who hadn't done as well. He is really a sensitive guy at heart.<br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwYa7vppXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YUe9BKPbSC4/s320/PA180026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259105315855115634" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPwStQ4jdrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MkiERjPqkog/s1600-h/PA180026.JPG"></a><br /></div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-19020405546261419552008-10-16T23:14:00.000-07:002008-10-16T23:41:47.784-07:00Bottoms up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPgudgxw0gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_qApgS9EZiE/s1600-h/Isaac+drinking.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPgudgxw0gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_qApgS9EZiE/s320/Isaac+drinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258003649504793090" /></a>We had a great time at our niece's b-day party. There were cupcakes, and root beer. Isaac really wanted some so we pulled the ol' switcharoo, and put water in a bottle. He didn't notice, and it seems he's a natural at bottle drinking.<div>( He doesn't get it from my side.) He was hilarious. We were lucky Rachel had her camera ready. <div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPgueaUmhwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bS9_2zmeLrQ/s1600-h/Isaac+drinking3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPgueaUmhwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bS9_2zmeLrQ/s320/Isaac+drinking3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258003664951740162" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-52234907405002503712008-10-13T21:47:00.000-07:002008-10-13T22:09:02.151-07:00What we do on SundayWe had a wonderful fast and testimony mtg this last Sunday. One Sister, who is from South America and speaks in a thick accent, got up and apologized to her husband for "eeting deelicious food en front of my husband". Shari didn't understand a word she said until I "translated" on our way home, at which point Shari, a nursing mother, looks at me and laughs. <div>Seconds later at home as the rest of the family is having a feeding frenzy she takes a bite of homemade bread and says, (chomp) "man, this is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">so</span></span> good." (chomp) Then she looks at me and smiles. No apology. No tears. Just crumbs.</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQpDO8uSCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hp3wWgf9MhI/s320/PA120068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871800577345570" /><br />My wife supports me so much, without her I wouldn't be half the man I am, I would be a little heavier.smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-49483368025850835982008-10-13T21:06:00.000-07:002008-10-13T21:27:35.799-07:00<div>Yes I know everyone thinks that their children are the cutest, and I do fall into that category. I also noticed Isaac has been getting all the attention lately, we do love Meagan & Alex very much, so here are some shots of them.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0KnRyqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_MYmuIVOr-A/s1600-h/lunapic-122395725533925.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0KnRyqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_MYmuIVOr-A/s320/lunapic-122395725533925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859447087712930" /><br /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0KnRyqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_MYmuIVOr-A/s1600-h/lunapic-122395725533925.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0cacelI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QILmxAg63W8/s1600-h/P8070010.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0cacelI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QILmxAg63W8/s320/P8070010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859451865725522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0tppG_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Mb6S2beknXg/s1600-h/P6300016.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0tppG_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Mb6S2beknXg/s320/P6300016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859456492870642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0uCQAwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ObmMT27lEtQ/s1600-h/PA100022.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SPQd0uCQAwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ObmMT27lEtQ/s320/PA100022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859456596083458" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272057330787333882.post-35326004861523806402008-10-09T21:40:00.000-07:002008-10-10T07:42:11.771-07:00Another sunny day, another outing<div style="text-align: left;">Shari, Isaac and I went to Flower World, a nursery in Maltby, that has a walking path, goats, chickens, geese, and rocks to throw into a pond.<br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7dY9el2zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xGsg58IntBY/s200/PA080153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381236077419314" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While Isaac and I threw rocks into the pond these geese came flying in from across the park, they're big. They flew right up to us, not more than 10 ft, Shari was ready to run, I grabbed Isaac and started kicking, then noticed they were not hissing, they thought our rocks were food. Oops! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After we settled down, saw some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">caged</span> animals, played Pooh-sticks, we ended up having a wonderful day together. We have had some great weather lately, and intend to take full advantage of it.</div><div><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7kaokaYcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uE7YRmXvFAQ/s200/PA080170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388961405821378" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is a classic example of how my family treats me,</div><div style="text-align: left;">a) if I make the kids laugh for a photo, Shari gives me no respect, and laughs at my stupidity.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7dY1aRvfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CdQYtE1l5C8/s1600-h/PA080157.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7dY1aRvfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CdQYtE1l5C8/s200/PA080157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381233911840242" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">think "snort"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">b) if I try not to look stupid in front of Shari, the kids want nothing to do with me.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7dZbv89nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Vxz_T-igoXg/s1600-h/PA080158.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l29Kz-D1nOg/SO7dZbv89nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Vxz_T-igoXg/s200/PA080158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381244203300466" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">breaks a dads heart</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm going to need therapy. </div>smw & aawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02910707174510557988noreply@blogger.com2