tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32805440624986882692024-03-05T21:41:49.629-08:00In the Land of SaltUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-9120771167191511772012-04-19T20:28:00.014-07:002012-04-19T21:56:51.708-07:00Family Reunion 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_uJDP0jpo-INU2Kanf8b1yta3LHR7UxW76KLNb9uXckQQA6aQXjwnNQAF6FJqluJJEwhjluw33RLchgieMfImnptFetEvdVgBMQYFqPdkqDllwf369oXHV-ZV4pIVN-b-e2Qih6ExtQ/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733330030571153410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_uJDP0jpo-INU2Kanf8b1yta3LHR7UxW76KLNb9uXckQQA6aQXjwnNQAF6FJqluJJEwhjluw33RLchgieMfImnptFetEvdVgBMQYFqPdkqDllwf369oXHV-ZV4pIVN-b-e2Qih6ExtQ/s320/24.jpg" /></a><br />In early April the Johnson clan descended on St. George for our first family reunion. It makes us feel old to think we are having family reunions. Oh well.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had a great time and did lots of things, including: bowling, lava caves, golfing, cafe rio, pizza factory, swimming, settlers of catan, and movies. Below are some family pictures and individual pictures of the kiddos. Thanks to our good friend Ruby for taking the outstanding pictures. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Patten</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYg6xkVu34KgwcSo9WTRxqG3Rc6gx21xcMdAjtzB4AL7MRaQG4RpPRR1jcTXg-f-Kh8yKVITZAvKoBzsFwaIvbMEk4C3xe4RdKer3auK-TK_VeWB1hKU-E7N1LwrBX5Xj38iq7d0Dd1E/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733327386275941890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYg6xkVu34KgwcSo9WTRxqG3Rc6gx21xcMdAjtzB4AL7MRaQG4RpPRR1jcTXg-f-Kh8yKVITZAvKoBzsFwaIvbMEk4C3xe4RdKer3auK-TK_VeWB1hKU-E7N1LwrBX5Xj38iq7d0Dd1E/s320/15.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div><br /><div>Kimball<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaWfeAG5wiQHpqk-cBQ-bocmHbv1nELgjMmspMzG7wuxW5_OiQ5jg58BFOgxGMZYnoSjgSUEJM9eRzWo0rG1yW-DLbKmRQ9_b76Ete3RK-dU4EQt4IMP102eHDqoxDWXNmzpFMV7peE4/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733326753824041138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaWfeAG5wiQHpqk-cBQ-bocmHbv1nELgjMmspMzG7wuxW5_OiQ5jg58BFOgxGMZYnoSjgSUEJM9eRzWo0rG1yW-DLbKmRQ9_b76Ete3RK-dU4EQt4IMP102eHDqoxDWXNmzpFMV7peE4/s320/9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Alyse #1</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI16fcFNQPJPIwIpHGPXRGKkCD-T5l1iUZhBTybYyA2dvv-KtKHX8EiKP9AUkS1cedrn9OYSrD9azktl47fXRII8ypFNaFLLyiEIooNzz4o6MxA3Km2FEl2GOYQdHh1TtLJOWg9xQDURg/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733325959311866818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI16fcFNQPJPIwIpHGPXRGKkCD-T5l1iUZhBTybYyA2dvv-KtKHX8EiKP9AUkS1cedrn9OYSrD9azktl47fXRII8ypFNaFLLyiEIooNzz4o6MxA3Km2FEl2GOYQdHh1TtLJOWg9xQDURg/s320/6.jpg" /></a>Alyse #2<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmp2EUTpUjebWWUuo2R5ejOT9ymIjTGEbW1IE0JhXPlIXh0cMffP5aJovyCVgxCj46wewIca8MYbjPIrbQMOkRKgAhQKv6GZtaX-X1lNZtgT6w7zuKOUg4CJp89GZtt6t3gU6rtmk61w/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733325295874626658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmp2EUTpUjebWWUuo2R5ejOT9ymIjTGEbW1IE0JhXPlIXh0cMffP5aJovyCVgxCj46wewIca8MYbjPIrbQMOkRKgAhQKv6GZtaX-X1lNZtgT6w7zuKOUg4CJp89GZtt6t3gU6rtmk61w/s320/5.jpg" /></a>Talmage #1 (Ty and Becca's boy)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWSLO222xl16bXJFLjXTzuTkf4RBQ9QrQTnbw_qodke1lqV3B1QPc64N48f8SRkQF3WB8vOY3omBPFPUpPjnksoiLu9nT55hDihYv0lD-rqW4I9IfNK8KnUhbEc8oJ27WJv8byMebRxc/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733322979245873106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWSLO222xl16bXJFLjXTzuTkf4RBQ9QrQTnbw_qodke1lqV3B1QPc64N48f8SRkQF3WB8vOY3omBPFPUpPjnksoiLu9nT55hDihYv0lD-rqW4I9IfNK8KnUhbEc8oJ27WJv8byMebRxc/s320/4.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>Talmage #2</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6j57_CWo4TOYtyojBHonu9ohC90aAhOIl-9VPEzwlMlRX6Za3QKSxfCFDhNDkJqus8ZrD1semqkGgSKMhcGKa_QwBZEFJCgxEf7L5ttRD6mASL_DS475ojY-mIohmTlddH3Or1GBLkc/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733322377118625202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6j57_CWo4TOYtyojBHonu9ohC90aAhOIl-9VPEzwlMlRX6Za3QKSxfCFDhNDkJqus8ZrD1semqkGgSKMhcGKa_QwBZEFJCgxEf7L5ttRD6mASL_DS475ojY-mIohmTlddH3Or1GBLkc/s320/1.jpg" /></a>Family #1<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzn1Nm-phdPqqG8_WJVNRKlG-YmvuhZ6r7l_QXWXAyPJvkhOfao7ZEx9igSASxjB_wAoI-vbayg3nJuqV05DVAMLbs5S875GrtWXO7DYjjCORnow9XmY_gWtRbrwIXjdj1RQzZINQSDw/s1600/family+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733320739041695074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzn1Nm-phdPqqG8_WJVNRKlG-YmvuhZ6r7l_QXWXAyPJvkhOfao7ZEx9igSASxjB_wAoI-vbayg3nJuqV05DVAMLbs5S875GrtWXO7DYjjCORnow9XmY_gWtRbrwIXjdj1RQzZINQSDw/s320/family+2.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>Family #2<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7suCl45rgLgdSPPwkyXbY8jwKmSGBpAQZXlQONMDy-wseIuRurGby4UTdalPYu8jbmassKf7tqlGTjhK0nypqwM3gehLTBmpql5ZnvE5SYMAAr7jl6T1FAOtqTWLyXfeoVKWKNL9pXY/s1600/family+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733320157659353074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7suCl45rgLgdSPPwkyXbY8jwKmSGBpAQZXlQONMDy-wseIuRurGby4UTdalPYu8jbmassKf7tqlGTjhK0nypqwM3gehLTBmpql5ZnvE5SYMAAr7jl6T1FAOtqTWLyXfeoVKWKNL9pXY/s320/family+1.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-25572481965748202022012-01-29T20:52:00.000-08:002012-01-29T21:00:36.899-08:00Jan 2012We are really good at taking pictures with our phones and posting those pictures on Facebook. Not so good at transferring those picture here to the blog. This is partly due to inadequate computerness, and partly due to laziness. Either way, this will be a picture-less post.<br /><br />Things are going well in the Johnson household. Alyse, just in the last 2 or 3 weeks, is growing up. She grabs at things, smiles all the time, and is starting to reposition herself on the floor. Its sad to see our little baby girl growing up, but exciting to think of her crawling and getting in on all of the fun with her brothers.<br /><br />Kimball has become quite the ham. This is often to Patten's dismay. I walked into a room where the boys were watching Winnie the Pooh the other day to see Patten straining to see the tv with Kimball jumping up and down, as if on a pogo stick, 2 inches from Patten's face. Of course Patten was whining (but not doing anything) about it, and Kimball was smiling. Hopefully they will figure this brother thing out at some point.<br /><br />Patten has an incredible imagination. I mean incredible. The guy can turn boring objects into exciting fairy tale characters. He can make a feast out of dirt specks. If you need some creativity, step into our basement for 10 minutes with Patten. You won't be disappointed.<br /><br />Kristin and I decided to paint our front room this weekend. Sadly, it's nowhere near complete. I've decided painting, and house work in general, is something you just have to jump into with both feet - even though you might not have a clue what you are doing. We keep telling each other that it's okay that we mess up here and there, eventually we'll figure it out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-12808308355513618432011-09-08T11:03:00.000-07:002011-09-08T11:32:47.960-07:00ER Visit.... and more happy things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8H58gWbt9UwfnsuEJQvDppmeLv3c_tQ6nmESUOmY5nbzzS9sqQR3wWocEzg6ZlghEJlFoI-J6MIaQPTP_7mGtcEqXws4xbRhfD8_IiQ5gyLIlUOaSBMBFe8jYA8F8PZsah5nJ6tEwvII/s1600/September+2011+ER+003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8H58gWbt9UwfnsuEJQvDppmeLv3c_tQ6nmESUOmY5nbzzS9sqQR3wWocEzg6ZlghEJlFoI-J6MIaQPTP_7mGtcEqXws4xbRhfD8_IiQ5gyLIlUOaSBMBFe8jYA8F8PZsah5nJ6tEwvII/s320/September+2011+ER+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650057620676917906" border="0" /></a>Our first trip to the ER. Can you believe that it was with our second son rather than our first? Well, I can. Kimball was swinging from a tree and fell and hit his head on the edge of a chair. Poor guy! He ended up with 3 staples in his head. The ER people said that we are lucky because we didn't have to hook him up with IV's and stuff. They were able to take care of him pretty easy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJ_PJY6BxhwG-smxqp0dQ_pQkpHX9j_0F0Z8wjpuSeff70mh0bm1KGpbpNQIkZ-LrSHZnsW3zkdzRiluOm2q39ezy5xJJOeNoCawE2ClxVDeGcvCq6aek0cAfuY_rUsU8qgMzoDvuhQ4/s1600/September+2011+ER+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJ_PJY6BxhwG-smxqp0dQ_pQkpHX9j_0F0Z8wjpuSeff70mh0bm1KGpbpNQIkZ-LrSHZnsW3zkdzRiluOm2q39ezy5xJJOeNoCawE2ClxVDeGcvCq6aek0cAfuY_rUsU8qgMzoDvuhQ4/s320/September+2011+ER+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650057088541104482" border="0" /></a>Kimball was very brave at the hospital and so they gave him a cute little bear. Kimball LOVE's the bear and would take it everywhere if he could.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oneJqfFbozrfnvVu9rhsLaVxSUXJ2b_vpxJdOLMOPdMQbrTmwqFSBHMrOz5J5MHvXvL2_eu8KUModvY6cG4JkU97u8wlfwn593s8CBJm0UMGURsr_O4Li7Tklg8mZHOMPfZsGPblloQ/s1600/September+2011+ER+001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oneJqfFbozrfnvVu9rhsLaVxSUXJ2b_vpxJdOLMOPdMQbrTmwqFSBHMrOz5J5MHvXvL2_eu8KUModvY6cG4JkU97u8wlfwn593s8CBJm0UMGURsr_O4Li7Tklg8mZHOMPfZsGPblloQ/s320/September+2011+ER+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650056004230420242" border="0" /></a>Poor Kimball came down with a cold the next day and had a fever so he does not look to happy in this picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThs-g313Pp9j9ub8E3fr7X5QCGskY9QjZIw36yTN0eZwq0ltRx75M5uGjq0U9YcigjnR0ldHVWbepSy332EHLP1TJ85wZY953QiXRHgnSu9z-3GhkMZOtBMLNU8dzMtTgT6AHKJczsnA/s1600/September+2011+ER+008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThs-g313Pp9j9ub8E3fr7X5QCGskY9QjZIw36yTN0eZwq0ltRx75M5uGjq0U9YcigjnR0ldHVWbepSy332EHLP1TJ85wZY953QiXRHgnSu9z-3GhkMZOtBMLNU8dzMtTgT6AHKJczsnA/s320/September+2011+ER+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650055106739023042" border="0" /></a>Here is a picture of Patten and Kimball trying to help Dave move some of the lighter office equipment up the stairs. What great helpers! At one point Dave ended up pulling his bicep because Kimball was in the way.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-bbZ_nE24HfyEgqwKXZyClaPpgxBrkefWglhXjx3pEDhu1i9YzLiwjkOmAj8jsCk_fg-08Byl-bAwYkpcyTPERSh4XqaXx7mIkSaK-sfKzWFbwH55UppQuHomSjnKeR5fQiyUVO_cRQ/s1600/September+2011+ER+009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-bbZ_nE24HfyEgqwKXZyClaPpgxBrkefWglhXjx3pEDhu1i9YzLiwjkOmAj8jsCk_fg-08Byl-bAwYkpcyTPERSh4XqaXx7mIkSaK-sfKzWFbwH55UppQuHomSjnKeR5fQiyUVO_cRQ/s320/September+2011+ER+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650054597058685570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have tried to create a schedule for Alyse which is eat, play, sleep and repeat:) One day when I went to check on her I found her looking up at me as pictured above. Don't you just love those lizard eyes?<br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE27RdWbN0Ra6DC-WmC9kCFBkgjyvRMPAQTuDRODdN7JrCSaO2jXFS0YiYwMZXOtD4jBOROhg_lZYl6nU75OQ8OK0RslpzQk4ZYXasIhrWV8-Bxp3HM3zrHsx9sprp4skJbByG7_m-1rw/s1600/September+2011+ER+005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE27RdWbN0Ra6DC-WmC9kCFBkgjyvRMPAQTuDRODdN7JrCSaO2jXFS0YiYwMZXOtD4jBOROhg_lZYl6nU75OQ8OK0RslpzQk4ZYXasIhrWV8-Bxp3HM3zrHsx9sprp4skJbByG7_m-1rw/s320/September+2011+ER+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650053127869245314" border="0" /></a><br />Our new upstairs office has been quite helpful, we bought this table to double as a desk because sadly Dave's old desk would not fit through the door into the room. We love being able to file things and work on things without having to go down a flight of stairs. Thanks to Norm for helping carry up the heavy office stuff!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyyH4r31G0qrPfPuPJwFY-Xkbv5gOYSw51fCFE0PrHwTjJRiPuVrUJXroIoq8OxgjEXDkNsK-DHqZCd_0mYcdBg1FhPZqt1RCN7DnpIqqzbbE8-TeVMfRfY10Yb_oLyK9MAiwAFOF1kA/s1600/September+2011+ER+006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyyH4r31G0qrPfPuPJwFY-Xkbv5gOYSw51fCFE0PrHwTjJRiPuVrUJXroIoq8OxgjEXDkNsK-DHqZCd_0mYcdBg1FhPZqt1RCN7DnpIqqzbbE8-TeVMfRfY10Yb_oLyK9MAiwAFOF1kA/s320/September+2011+ER+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650052891932641970" border="0" /></a>The office also doubles as a napping room for Patten.<br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLV1v0_kDJn42APzScARVtt5J9zk3ryWWg7hEqVQ71lUSbqxQHaH76BpuY7On1m3cc5DqDHjXu3A62ygJp_P7h__8JGA1fWF9VBos7X2qD3ThGhEzLZzpn1NyUAk2nHumLTf_-wsQTHw/s1600/September+2011+ER+018.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLV1v0_kDJn42APzScARVtt5J9zk3ryWWg7hEqVQ71lUSbqxQHaH76BpuY7On1m3cc5DqDHjXu3A62ygJp_P7h__8JGA1fWF9VBos7X2qD3ThGhEzLZzpn1NyUAk2nHumLTf_-wsQTHw/s320/September+2011+ER+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650051606590883138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-4YfbMiCSYj9ofQJMxW5zOVEIpjMDSY70Ymbp502MEaknRBIru72FOtkHkj2hyphenhyphenBR6Z7s8P2OovjSxnmWRmzPUSNtIukCovQ9lFUob2K8W8DlDslfRWu3Y96ilOz0FUtqREUo22FnS7U/s1600/September+2011+ER+017.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-4YfbMiCSYj9ofQJMxW5zOVEIpjMDSY70Ymbp502MEaknRBIru72FOtkHkj2hyphenhyphenBR6Z7s8P2OovjSxnmWRmzPUSNtIukCovQ9lFUob2K8W8DlDslfRWu3Y96ilOz0FUtqREUo22FnS7U/s320/September+2011+ER+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650051496031373842" border="0" /></a><br />When we find Alyse in he morning we have found her in a few interesting positions. To the Left is her trying to recreate a previous life she led as a catipillar building a cocoon. To the right is the reenactment of breaking out of the cocoon to become a beautiful butterfly :) <br /><br />We are still adjusting to three but making it by. We are blessing Alyse on September 18th at 9am for any of you who would like to attend.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-76540823357955133142011-08-29T18:29:00.001-07:002011-08-29T18:56:58.967-07:00Chores and more....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwIyovEYyiFj4ngjrhjl0Y2GYmJ24-cDXmOCxKz8LskbXXcjMAFqeJv04fK15gyrrKbEeokcocBMK0rJXwHLPU8MdYWT1IQIu1kjhPfofwLQyYvCbltKX4xtPHb_J0MV6xMtPMuKgRzs/s1600/August+2011+046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwIyovEYyiFj4ngjrhjl0Y2GYmJ24-cDXmOCxKz8LskbXXcjMAFqeJv04fK15gyrrKbEeokcocBMK0rJXwHLPU8MdYWT1IQIu1kjhPfofwLQyYvCbltKX4xtPHb_J0MV6xMtPMuKgRzs/s320/August+2011+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646461687405915410" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">We have been trying to teach the boys that part of being a family means that we all have to do chores. I just couldn't resist taking a picture of them bringing their dirty clothes from their bedroom up the stairs to the laundry room. It was hilarious to listen to and watch. Patten: "Kimball, you push and I pull. ok PUSH!"
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<br />Greg and Annalisa are in town. Yeah! They came to see Alyse.... and hopefully us:)
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<br />Greg and Dave just can't take a serious picture, sorry Dave you will never be as tall as Greg :)
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<br />Patten and Addie had lots of fun together. Here they are watching a movie together.
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<br />Whenever I pull the camera out to get a picture of the baby the boys have to jump in. I can't believe all three of these children are ours!
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<br />Alyse in her one of her cute outfits
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<br />My sister Kimberlee lives in Florida and planned a trip so that she would be here after the baby had arrived. It was fun to spend time with her. Thanks for coming Kimberlee!
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<br />Kimball trying to help feed the baby by bringing me my pump. I know a little weird.
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<br />Dave and Patten feeding Alyse her first bottle. We have decided to feed her one bottle a week so that she will take bottles when I want to leave her. We weren't very good with this with Kimball and boy did we pay the consequences...
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<br />This picture was taken the Sunday after Alyse was born. She is getting less scrunchy faced everyday.
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<br />Kimball's Birthday was July 31st and we had a little party for him. Here is a picture of him ripping open one of his presents and Patten helping:)
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<br />Levi and Kelsey my sister.
<br />We took a few pictures of the attendees but I didn't get as many as I would have liked.
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<br />Mimi, my mom.
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<br />Norm- his face is cut off, sorry Norm. Kimball thinking about blowing out the candles
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<br />Dave, Patten and Kimball running/rolling to the finish line. Can you believe he actually passed a few people while pushing all that weight? Your awesome Dave!
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<br />In previous news (sorry, at least it is getting up) we went to Fairview for the 24th of July and Dave pushed the boys in the 5k fun run. Dave would have placed in his age group but the blanket you can see in the picture fell off of the bike mid run and wrapped around the tire. That added a few minutes to his time!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our Garden is still doing great! Here is a picture of one of our basil harvests.
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you liked all of our randomly placed pictures and captions. We are adjusting slowly but all is well. The boys still love Alyse and can't get enough of her.
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-33819362794266065562011-08-14T15:45:00.000-07:002011-08-14T16:16:41.311-07:00Alyse Johnson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJjIll9OBUTRIPzuf7hHDhFRB21PgFXkOcXjXlh-BAeei9G2Hwq-yGdpW6_Wuh85VtYjgzzunXZxg-HB8JHY96d1tJoYKqp3U4skr2EV22ZuGjg9kSq6yeA5U88W5KqQUjXyq04Nqi18/s1600/Piano+and+Alyse+April-August+2011+053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJjIll9OBUTRIPzuf7hHDhFRB21PgFXkOcXjXlh-BAeei9G2Hwq-yGdpW6_Wuh85VtYjgzzunXZxg-HB8JHY96d1tJoYKqp3U4skr2EV22ZuGjg9kSq6yeA5U88W5KqQUjXyq04Nqi18/s320/Piano+and+Alyse+April-August+2011+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640854329687931746" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mimi (my mom) and Alyse. My mom is so excited to finally have a granddaughter!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Norm LOVES babies. I think he would be around all day every day if he could
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I can not get enough of this cute little bundle!
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<br />She has a very scrunchy face which is slowly going away. I will post some more recent photos in a few days.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Despite Kimballs expression, he can not get enough of Alyse.
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<br />When he is upset about something Alyse is a great distraction!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Derek, Aunt Natalie and Aunt Missy.
<br />We were lucky that Missy was in town so she could see Alyse.
<br />Thanks for visiting Missy!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aunt Kelsey and Alyse.
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<br />Well, you probably noticed that she has arrived! Dave has done a fantastic job of letting everyone know that she is here and I absolutely love his post. I have not posted yet because it takes up a lot of time taking care of a baby and two toddlers. A lot more time then I used to spend taking care of my kids, but it is definitely worth it.
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<br />Let me tell you a bit about the labor and delivery from my perspective.
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<br />As some of you may know I have been very into the whole natural child birth thing. I did it with Kimball and wanted to do it again with Alyse. With both of them I was determined to not be started/induced. With Kimball I could not handle being pregnant anymore and scheduled an induction date which wasn't used because I (thankfully) went into labor about 4 hours before they would have induced me. I had decided with this pregnancy I wasn't going to cave and I would hold on and wait. Well, I guess I forgot how hard pregnancy is and an induction date was scheduled for Alyse.
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<br />I was very worried about being induced, I thought the labor would be impossible to endure without an epidural. I had an awful experience with the epidural when I had Patten and I did not want to go down that road again. My midwife had mentioned many times that she could break my water but I had heard of so many women who ended up needing petocin (sp?) to get the contractions going even after their water was broken.
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<br />Good news... the water breaking was all I needed. It turned out that when I arrived in the hospital I was nearly dilated to a 5 and 90 % effaced. I guess all the miserableness I was feeling was doing something :) My labor ended up being just over 2 hours and my midwife said that if I had waited to go into labor by my self I might not have made it to the hospital in time (worst fear). I guess it was a good thing I was started!
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<br />I decided to do something different for this labor. With my previous pregnancies I only wanted Dave in the delivery room. I just didn't want anyone else there. With this pregnancy I felt really good about inviting both of my moms to the labor. I am so glad I did. They were very supportive and helped the entire experience to be even better than it would have. There was a time when I had all three of them (Dave, my mom, and Julie) tickling me on my back arms or legs. It was so comforting even through the craziness of labor. Thank you moms!
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<br />Alyse is a joy. We love her so much. I am so glad she turned out to be only 8lbs 4 oz. I was really afraid I would end up with a ten pound baby after I deliver Kimball at 9lbs 8 oz. Would a ten pound baby actually fit out of my body without a c- section? I don't know... Any way I was thrilled to have something smaller.
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<br />We have been home from the hospital now for a few days and are trying to get into some semblance of a schedule (hahaha). Our boys love Alyse and can't get enough of her. We are so glad to have a cute girl added to our family.
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-45381800017423383342011-08-13T05:30:00.000-07:002011-08-13T05:54:02.215-07:00Alyse - A Dad's PerspectiveKristin gave birth to our beautiful daughter Alyse on Monday afternoon at 12:40. Quite amazing, really. Below is the experience from a dad's perspective.
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<br />The hospital turned us down at 6am, only to tell us to hurry our butts in at 8. We arrived at 10 and the midwife broke Kristin's water at 10:30. Speaking of the midwife, she was incredible. Nancie Mooy is her name. If you are in SLC, I highly suggest looking her up. It was like having a doctor and a doula in one. The nurses respected her and did what she asked, and yet she understood and respected Kristin's desire to birth Alyse without medication. She was awesome.
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<br />But back to the story. After the water breakage, Kristin and I paced the halls for a good 45 minutes. I know some husband's fear the thought of natural birth because they fear the responsibility involved. They'd rather just sit back and let the epidural do all of the work. That's fine, and I'm not here to judge natural vs. medicated (Patten's birth was medicated and it was great), but I for one enjoy the husband's job in a non-medicated birth. At least with Alyse's birth, I noticed this most acutely while Kristin and I paced the halls. At times we could walk 100 yards without a contraction, at other times we couldn't walk 5 yards without a contraction. But the whole time it was as though no one else existed. Sure, we were walking by the nurse-hub quite frequently, and 10-15 nurses were watching our every move (they aren't sure about the whole labor while you walk thing). But to Kristin and I, it was just the two of us. We talked, we laughed, we cried (during contractions), we reminisced, we anticipated our daughter, and, generally, we just loved each other. What a special time. I won't soon forget it.
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<br />After pacing, we headed back to the hospital room. Kristin spent some time sitting on the birthing ball (medicine ball), used the restroom (I must say that "used the restroom" does not adequately describe the drama involved in that bathroom stop), and then headed for the bed. She first labored while laying on her back, when at some point the midwife said (in her respectful way): "now, Kristin, you can reject this, but I suggest you turn to your side to help that baby get over the pelvic floor." Kristin's response? "Let's do it." And, just like that, within 3 or 4 contractions, Alyse was out.
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<br />Alyse had a lot of white stuff (don't remember the name) on her, more than the boys. And despite Kristin's valiant efforts to be healthy during the pregnancy, she was still a large baby girl (8lbs 4oz; 21.5 inches). It took her 5 or 10 seconds to let out a cry, and she didn't cry incessantly like Kimball or Patten.
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<br />It took us a few minutes to decide on her name (which proves that all of you people who think we know our children's names 4 months before they are born are wrong). But the name settled in, and it wasn't long before I couldn't imagine my life without my baby girl. I can already tell the boys have a lot competition for my attention, and she's probably gonna win.
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-91048810105448951292011-06-05T20:51:00.000-07:002011-06-06T05:58:32.070-07:00UpdateI was reading through Dave's facebook wall which he updates much more regularly than I do. I noticed a request for more pictures and updates on our blog. Well, I have some very sad news. We can not find our camera anywhere. So all pictures that are being taken are from Dave's phone, which is actually quite nice. He has been posting all of said pictures on facebook if anyone would like to check them out.<br /><br />I have also heard a request for a picture of my large and growing a belly. I will make sure that Dave takes a picture of that in the near future (hopefully tomorrow) and post that for you.<br /><br />Here are some updates on the fam. My belly, as said before, is getting larger and so is my baby. Today she decided to lodge herself on my right hip and not let go for about 4 hours. Cute you might think but a bit painful. I have never known what it is like to get ribs kicked or a foot stuck under my ribs but I have sure felt babies lodged onto my hips and my bladder. I guess it is a good reminder that my baby is healthy and active.<br /><br />Patten is growing up like a weed. He is so verbal and loves to talk up a storm. His favorite conversations involve why, what, and how. A lot of the time I don't have answers:) I wish I was a little smarter so I could quench his curiosity. Patten can get dressed and undressed by himself! I know for those of you who have daughters they probably had this done and figured out long before Patten's age. Well, we are just grateful he finally caught up.<br /><br />Kimball has shown us what a true child does, not to say that Patten is not a true child or that Kimball is a terror. He just does a few of the normal things that Patten never did such as learning how to climb out of a porta crib, vacations are going to be really exciting now:) Kimball still isn't talking much but every once in a while we think he is trying to say a word. <br /><br />Dave is loving his job and is happy with what he is doing. We are so grateful to have an income and a real job. I have to say though that I wish I was more grateful and enjoyed more the years of school. Yeah Dave was busy then but he had all holidays off. That was wonderful.<br /><br />Well that is all I can think of to blog about. We will try harder to find our camera.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-41389687069000974002011-05-01T05:51:00.000-07:002011-05-01T06:06:56.827-07:00InsufficientThat title seems to fit our lack of posting. Kristin made a valiant effort when she did the Christmas post, but you'd think that considering it is May 1st (really?!?) we would have a few more posts on the blog. Sadly we have no good excuses. Here's the update on our lives.<br /><br />November: I started a new job. It keeps me busy. We are so so so so thankful to have a job.<br /><br />December: Xmas, the holidays, etc.<br /><br />January - March: We started looking for houses. This decision all came up rather quickly, despite the fact that over Xmas I told Ty that it would be a couple of years before the house hunt began. We honestly thought that at the time. But we got the itch and it just felt right. We started out by seeing 1 or 2 houses a week, and it progressed to 3 or 4 per week by the end. We looked everywhere from Bountiful to Draper. You see, I had lived in the same stake for all of my 28 years (minus 2 for the mission and 1.5 spent in a married student ward) and I thought it was important to expand our search to other parts of the valley. I had nothing against other parts of the valley and I just wanted to see what was out there.<br /><br />April: I ran the Salt Lake Half Marathon. I had hoped to run the Full, but had some issues with my left knee. Incredible how reasonable the Half seems when you've mentally prepared yourself for the Full. I suppose that's a life a lesson that could be applied in other arenas. The same day that I ran the Half we moved to our new house. We are close to the Fort Union area (about 70th south and 18th east). Most importantly for all of you blog readers, we have a guest bedroom (even two!). So, next time you are in Salt Lake make sure to stop by our place, we'd love to have you. Our neighborhood, at least two weeks in, seems incredible. We've had scores of neighbors over to welcome us. Heck, one of our neighbors goes by "papu and yaya" (greek for grandma and grandpa). Ty, can you say Grandpa Art? The boys are invited to Papu's and Yaya's every Saturday to have a treat from the treat bucket. So cool.<br /><br />I think those are the main updates. Hope everyone is doing well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-59818517652429284932011-03-17T13:14:00.000-07:002011-03-17T13:23:00.037-07:00Christmas 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnRN-AfGREWMWKRmql-xG6SUQ9Jr38vrXHX3BZakxzg0i4C6cHULWpxRBfcoSIpptpSUIJ5GTXhTw91ARaDLjdZRMMA27_qZsAod2vRUKgLzu7Mo8qzXAj4DE_Szyk9Eu39Kd4Q5YqsM/s1600/P+Christmas+morning.jpg"><br /></a>Here are some pictures from Christmas 2010. We only took them from the morning, we aren't the best picture takers I am afraid.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ASEl0f5Cdiuj0CIUPhdlaoFBZzZrCiR2fgzH4ALNwQkCP1hVxmHO8NvjmJHhqhgF372m35TGZiPAH8b7VPzpUVZKdQ8ML56iMRAl2kRTIkHGACZx1wZtM4ezYEgDQK2Wyd6nlVPJ-nE/s1600/P+and+K++Christmas+morning.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ASEl0f5Cdiuj0CIUPhdlaoFBZzZrCiR2fgzH4ALNwQkCP1hVxmHO8NvjmJHhqhgF372m35TGZiPAH8b7VPzpUVZKdQ8ML56iMRAl2kRTIkHGACZx1wZtM4ezYEgDQK2Wyd6nlVPJ-nE/s320/P+and+K++Christmas+morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585146076735386306" border="0" /></a>In my own family we had a tradition of taking our picture on the stairs in our pajamas on Christmas morning. So, i had to continue it. It builds the anticipation :) Don't you love the stripes! Thanks Cindy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUB2MXUVvFRhcwo4c8L6nlhKRYtI3kU8ANu7jFghYHQyltksWM_8RKZlE1Fj4nt64PQVHw-v2TibofWzTkNV8L98XnxHci0_epWaeblcYcfzGRt-Bkew9o1YvwnBNJjQiZ4IsTzxWY_k/s1600/p+and+k+Christmas+morning+mouth-k.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUB2MXUVvFRhcwo4c8L6nlhKRYtI3kU8ANu7jFghYHQyltksWM_8RKZlE1Fj4nt64PQVHw-v2TibofWzTkNV8L98XnxHci0_epWaeblcYcfzGRt-Bkew9o1YvwnBNJjQiZ4IsTzxWY_k/s320/p+and+k+Christmas+morning+mouth-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585145861251795986" border="0" /></a>I had to add this picture in because Kimball is doing his roar face! Hilarious!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pT02MjbCiJHRxaUdkvaY_3g5aIowFDMYXTf7zx8caODXOU1RbMVhgMlcpgaTR4NICUquNRSzuOzqCD9UVsctzmmA8cMRHVaLTvOGzcnWkV1KMws14Tgl-4lveziE9StvW3bIjr478OE/s1600/Natalie+and+Norm+watching+opening+of+presents.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pT02MjbCiJHRxaUdkvaY_3g5aIowFDMYXTf7zx8caODXOU1RbMVhgMlcpgaTR4NICUquNRSzuOzqCD9UVsctzmmA8cMRHVaLTvOGzcnWkV1KMws14Tgl-4lveziE9StvW3bIjr478OE/s320/Natalie+and+Norm+watching+opening+of+presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585145471287546498" border="0" /></a>Natalie, Norm and Julie decided that they wanted to come over Christmas morning to watch the boys open their Christmas presents. It made it much more exciting for the boys because they had someone to show their new presents too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju357aOHfYHvj3WMt8vVAGDLBRnRVLtigv577oIkAXNOnYq00QS988T_1XbRKZEdPR7liSKukY3S6P26u3GYfEue87cPXkHBQeSTG3WATL8lIXiHpGWGri0zcwwPk1Q0gsRlsX_1cYM30/s1600/P+snow+man.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju357aOHfYHvj3WMt8vVAGDLBRnRVLtigv577oIkAXNOnYq00QS988T_1XbRKZEdPR7liSKukY3S6P26u3GYfEue87cPXkHBQeSTG3WATL8lIXiHpGWGri0zcwwPk1Q0gsRlsX_1cYM30/s320/P+snow+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585145342307995282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJ_DtGNy-ragSbmYGuqTVf_COjcAF8OZNgTFjIn5SSCBhJT5e4PIoQlJdaUgTvLPNekk5L8EmrplQQ90_BL909_l4LgAdcZG-20jba1tZmyjcIAQWhdeGghkPUF1oRwwnv3bFIIJiY4U/s1600/patten+and+snow+man.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJ_DtGNy-ragSbmYGuqTVf_COjcAF8OZNgTFjIn5SSCBhJT5e4PIoQlJdaUgTvLPNekk5L8EmrplQQ90_BL909_l4LgAdcZG-20jba1tZmyjcIAQWhdeGghkPUF1oRwwnv3bFIIJiY4U/s320/patten+and+snow+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585145025835165762" border="0" /></a>When the first snow came Patten wanted to build a snowman and it of course had to have arms eyes, nose and a mouth. I know you can't really see the mouth but I tried to with the snow :) We had lots of fun.<br /><br />Make sure you look below because I put up another new post just before this one. I know it is not nearly as fun to not have them spread out but I am just glad I found time to get these up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-89473039727906143732011-03-17T12:53:00.001-07:002011-03-19T07:30:41.209-07:00Catching up on 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI5p4zowGt_Vm0zuQDSl-6J3Nf0yeVA_bSL4nPL4OqlUDgg1fnR_x7hCQFTb4CKgLxUz_bVl-kpHkoOyVdyqy08fEGK2BJfEDCkzJyLdsBTvgR6qEca-loo1f0Oh2aBumBM31kIYfGL0/s1600/All+4.jpg"><br /></a>We have missed a few things in our blog and I apologize especially to Missy, Mike, Ty, Becca, Kimberlee, and Bubba who do not get to see the boys very much. Well here you go. There are some Halloween pictures as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsuQKL1gGEsMRVqbfrhJCmH5FvKw_VGBv15gInVAfxGTr9_h92kVSopBQU_un32CXsF8sXPOdsYrG2syh0IPZzm_DQaby0zpH36IhRX_pKhOfe9N-U-SOjnndLxDVQ28_ISL6s4E-nFQ/s1600/K+with+jammies+on+head.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsuQKL1gGEsMRVqbfrhJCmH5FvKw_VGBv15gInVAfxGTr9_h92kVSopBQU_un32CXsF8sXPOdsYrG2syh0IPZzm_DQaby0zpH36IhRX_pKhOfe9N-U-SOjnndLxDVQ28_ISL6s4E-nFQ/s320/K+with+jammies+on+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585142226230142546" border="0" /></a><br />As you can tell with the summer attire this picture should have been posted a really long time ago. Kimball has this itch to put things on his head. Pajama bottoms, blankets, there was a time that he would throw a blanket on his head and run around full force around the family room. He did end up hurting himself but before that happened it was hilarious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVa0IqxqtidFkSI-m_Va4XLGsjKL13cy2YeEA__FEh0_ackpDSHWXNMAca059KzqjWGKzZFSRHaXI1lEgi41wk8ZgUKHGhLEXKsDvEbqQ61ZxWFX6TvCfIKmv9SSlkr1VNNsoo-lG1EM/s1600/P+and+K+in+box.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVa0IqxqtidFkSI-m_Va4XLGsjKL13cy2YeEA__FEh0_ackpDSHWXNMAca059KzqjWGKzZFSRHaXI1lEgi41wk8ZgUKHGhLEXKsDvEbqQ61ZxWFX6TvCfIKmv9SSlkr1VNNsoo-lG1EM/s320/P+and+K+in+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585141887179145282" border="0" /></a>Patten and Kimball had lots of fun with this box. Why do we buy toys again?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdNMzpyu04lxg07MrJR1T5CJzK9W4Io2YQ_VzetShFYkJhr6a1nLaaRNkJP019IM5u9_yfhlUIW6UWgqNxQVvEjGKEIzQspJEHS0BOGzkJ2eiS3T1MYL8ar7-fN7xufhHnhTSq2WBdV4/s1600/P+and+K+watching+a+movie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdNMzpyu04lxg07MrJR1T5CJzK9W4Io2YQ_VzetShFYkJhr6a1nLaaRNkJP019IM5u9_yfhlUIW6UWgqNxQVvEjGKEIzQspJEHS0BOGzkJ2eiS3T1MYL8ar7-fN7xufhHnhTSq2WBdV4/s320/P+and+K+watching+a+movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585141318381335858" border="0" /></a>I wish that I could say that this is a usual visual of how the boys act as they sit next to each other watching a movie, but it would be a lie. When they do sit and watch a show together though the peace is wonderful. One interesting thing is that if we put a blanket on Kimball's lap he will sit for upwards of a half an hour to watch a show. Yeah!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ8sEhv3Ij4nleTBNHqDdrOVazx7-t1WTBXIrFNteeaUwwo2WDUrdv_B6o1_NbOGEvbQSEpz5XTNmVzOYBeon3m2K5iuUfjGlLus3uekoL9pjso33q7tbRIMn-UCrlNxv7CeQAhtxgGk/s1600/P+and+K+reading+books.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ8sEhv3Ij4nleTBNHqDdrOVazx7-t1WTBXIrFNteeaUwwo2WDUrdv_B6o1_NbOGEvbQSEpz5XTNmVzOYBeon3m2K5iuUfjGlLus3uekoL9pjso33q7tbRIMn-UCrlNxv7CeQAhtxgGk/s320/P+and+K+reading+books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585140935943478050" border="0" /></a>Reading books. I have Patten read books every morning before he can watch TV. I usually read them one as well. Kimball has taken a liking to them and will even bring a book over to me and plop his cute bottom on my lap.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifoKMUUKluEa8ZJq3o9g-aB1j27AUT9jBrEcJbPOiKsRAKKOaRb__t-LUBctAEuxh_RIjVXJ7jqZjc_AXEhOS-VElXPEXth_XySKQdT-WXdoYayRJb2P8aWWvmrc-DhnQocX94Cpk_BNk/s1600/Messy+face+K+%25231.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifoKMUUKluEa8ZJq3o9g-aB1j27AUT9jBrEcJbPOiKsRAKKOaRb__t-LUBctAEuxh_RIjVXJ7jqZjc_AXEhOS-VElXPEXth_XySKQdT-WXdoYayRJb2P8aWWvmrc-DhnQocX94Cpk_BNk/s320/Messy+face+K+%25231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585140532947457570" border="0" /></a>This is actually the cleanest of messy faces that Kimball give himself. He eats yogurt everyday for lunch and there is usually yogurt through his hair all over his face hands and tray. Oh yeah, the floor as well. Love cleaning it up :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7k5TkYC9Jo9vX-UqmXV23UpAn9Kn0w2lt31q37pgnf0JNsF7zqUm4FATxL9xo2-riVGbjBHGbJVkJpsB2b_ImI1WNbm8HHnYsdNYJAmink3_pA3KMWNa3FUmaiuqtn56yDd-7a6SzGU/s1600/P+and+K+halloween+%25232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7k5TkYC9Jo9vX-UqmXV23UpAn9Kn0w2lt31q37pgnf0JNsF7zqUm4FATxL9xo2-riVGbjBHGbJVkJpsB2b_ImI1WNbm8HHnYsdNYJAmink3_pA3KMWNa3FUmaiuqtn56yDd-7a6SzGU/s320/P+and+K+halloween+%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585139857515040226" border="0" /></a>Kimball was a frog and patten was a turtle. I guess I should have had Patten turn to the side so that you could actually tell what he was in the picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSolHROgVPdgxqWeP-cZvnO67J1y3hH8OdHgqdQVVXWHmWS90u5Elg39-9KGms_a9lW4IhzNcVAXMkJjP0bC3Y05FE7zGmvWESzxA549zNULNPgFJ7gOdV2XjOO7VYyffXbXU3UeJtUBE/s1600/P+and+K+halloween+%25231.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSolHROgVPdgxqWeP-cZvnO67J1y3hH8OdHgqdQVVXWHmWS90u5Elg39-9KGms_a9lW4IhzNcVAXMkJjP0bC3Y05FE7zGmvWESzxA549zNULNPgFJ7gOdV2XjOO7VYyffXbXU3UeJtUBE/s320/P+and+K+halloween+%25231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585139650590126130" border="0" /></a>k<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBKtU54sf6nsBweYhpr8UVqlv_lCMZi_2yKYrsNMD5N2FLSniMSu54Rvb4yYWXJmG9Pt1_Qsfhp5HR4xlCRmIjpj3rYbthVcMLg_Dqfa6-ONSIR8oK3nnWsUIs59Ptr2ypWE9DvmpTa8/s1600/Fam+halloween+%25232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBKtU54sf6nsBweYhpr8UVqlv_lCMZi_2yKYrsNMD5N2FLSniMSu54Rvb4yYWXJmG9Pt1_Qsfhp5HR4xlCRmIjpj3rYbthVcMLg_Dqfa6-ONSIR8oK3nnWsUIs59Ptr2ypWE9DvmpTa8/s320/Fam+halloween+%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585139473947727042" border="0" /></a><br />Here we all are in our Halloween glory. I am an old school alarm clock and I am not quite sure what Dave is suppose to be. He is wearing a head thing (which I can not remember the name of) that he bought while on his mission in Philadelphia.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-28468905961950571732011-02-16T06:58:00.000-08:002011-02-16T07:02:37.170-08:00Dleifxam (not a virus)In the Focus. On the street. At a church. At a nursing home. It didn't matter. Dleifxam Trauts (that's what I called him) was always a musician.<br /><br />He used to say to me. "What do you think about me becoming a rock star." I always told him "that would be cool, just remember me when you are famous."<br /><br />Well, his time has almost come.<br /><br />http://www.rollingstone.com/choosethecover/artists/fictionist#ooid=BhbXkwMjpvIxQvE3YQukrou-I87fI3J_<br /><br />Give Fictionist a listen. You won't be disappointed. And hurry. Pretty soon he'll be performing in a stadium near you (and listening won't be nearly as cheap).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-45130618999419034262011-01-08T21:48:00.001-08:002011-01-08T21:56:28.654-08:00AliveSorry for the recent lack of posts. Life, at times, is crazy. This is one of those times (but in a good way).<br /><br />Dave started a new job at the beginning of December. We feel blessed beyond measure to have a job in this less than ideal economy. Easily the best part of the job is coming home to Kris and the boys every night (not that the job itself is not fulfilling, because it is, but there is something special about the boys jumping out of their pants every time I come home).<br /><br />Upside-down-backwards-D and Special K keep Kristin busy. Special K seems older everyday and, unfortunately, has almost fully embraced the "hitting" stage. From prior experience we know this will pass. But, in the meantime, it makes things difficult.<br /><br />Mr. P comes up with a lot of great questions. Like this morning.<br /><br />Mr. P: "Dad, what is a PU?"<br />Dave: "Well, it's what we put in the potty."<br />Mr. P: "No, dad, what IS a PU?"<br /><br />Good question.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-12084562717117336682010-11-16T19:48:00.000-08:002010-11-16T20:04:13.310-08:00ChicagoLast week Kristin and I went to Chicago to visit our good friends the Condies and the McConkies. What a blast we had. Here's the rundown.<br /><br />Unfortunately, we didn't take our camera to Nate and Missy's our first night in Chicago. Trust me though, they make same killer homemade pizza. We had a great time with Reuben, Ashlyn, Nate, and Missy. Also, special thanks to Nate and Ash for taking us on a driving tour of Chitown on Thursday. That was invaluable. And I got to see the Michael Jordan statue (special bonus).<br /><br />Here are Kris and I at the Billy Graham Center on the Wheaton campus. Greg took us to Wheaton our first day in Chicago. It was beautiful. We might take up preaching.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilS90wXoQeHdj6-zi6aLZ2kjqHli94Rg3eekQAus07Gld0T_zk_n7PZ8uOxqCTcE9sRRsVkkAQXLV-ijp_ZhHuCtRq-lb5nfTcxQlGz6Aw-T8sL12PGKVvY4Mxf-PzJ3GLEyWhHQU95hI/s1600/D+and+K+Billy+Graham+pulpit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilS90wXoQeHdj6-zi6aLZ2kjqHli94Rg3eekQAus07Gld0T_zk_n7PZ8uOxqCTcE9sRRsVkkAQXLV-ijp_ZhHuCtRq-lb5nfTcxQlGz6Aw-T8sL12PGKVvY4Mxf-PzJ3GLEyWhHQU95hI/s320/D+and+K+Billy+Graham+pulpit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540362242104390962" border="0" /></a><br />On Thursday we visited the American Girl doll store. Kristin was in heaven. I did my best to act interested.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDk5A0_2cmqTs6pJNwmz4ogFoE77beJqnC5Wb7DZRXJsLcFpjz3VMoi2jTFv-QGCtbQzggmuMcvjwi4j45Q6GY8n02b1D1HQe2QkeZKeA5wibeRjWmRowQY-MpNMQD2slfz7OwmPnK4o/s1600/K+American+Girl+store.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDk5A0_2cmqTs6pJNwmz4ogFoE77beJqnC5Wb7DZRXJsLcFpjz3VMoi2jTFv-QGCtbQzggmuMcvjwi4j45Q6GY8n02b1D1HQe2QkeZKeA5wibeRjWmRowQY-MpNMQD2slfz7OwmPnK4o/s320/K+American+Girl+store.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540362233248979282" border="0" /></a><br />Kristin in front of Trump Tower.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrj4ppFxX_Zx4J9xj02qlwpaAKZpI75e44vrUcibYWRggM3xkV9NRzbiud1bieAKINhpONyvvtuLZ9BOwPiOEBivq-7CKcKXMXCcqDI4omHD5CTgz29UmViulCBcJPj7VhOwP4ExzyFdY/s1600/K+with+Trump+Tower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrj4ppFxX_Zx4J9xj02qlwpaAKZpI75e44vrUcibYWRggM3xkV9NRzbiud1bieAKINhpONyvvtuLZ9BOwPiOEBivq-7CKcKXMXCcqDI4omHD5CTgz29UmViulCBcJPj7VhOwP4ExzyFdY/s320/K+with+Trump+Tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540362226202493186" border="0" /></a><br />Kristin and Addie. They absolutely adored each other. Kristin did Addie's hair. Addie constantly asked Kristin to sit on the couch next to her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3zPuJrsS82aeNZS3D94qDFxcMBJRlTutzPv7OtvJ4w2Moqj0B6HG9cTdl1sfOb_1_Izvqxc0rZ400BB9rMmau1IvPiBAf8eu89cg5VJcsi47iGpiUGxpCq1Pb9vMeBuFXo-4X80sXik/s1600/K+and+Adi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3zPuJrsS82aeNZS3D94qDFxcMBJRlTutzPv7OtvJ4w2Moqj0B6HG9cTdl1sfOb_1_Izvqxc0rZ400BB9rMmau1IvPiBAf8eu89cg5VJcsi47iGpiUGxpCq1Pb9vMeBuFXo-4X80sXik/s320/K+and+Adi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540362222658701634" border="0" /></a><br />Kristin in Chicago.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2_QBpCzU5vuIW-Tuot9NbtRCQZls0_iwVrHf5SiWWWBIIVQOgNHst8iwQycBoDiGvh7BDYg2bTe6dQdriym0J2ZZss7xecRrxwTMHHMnIzWaDhBNN9UzFKs8fhPtl4aSF7bUJDCtRto/s1600/K+by+river.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2_QBpCzU5vuIW-Tuot9NbtRCQZls0_iwVrHf5SiWWWBIIVQOgNHst8iwQycBoDiGvh7BDYg2bTe6dQdriym0J2ZZss7xecRrxwTMHHMnIzWaDhBNN9UzFKs8fhPtl4aSF7bUJDCtRto/s320/K+by+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361867253641458" border="0" /></a><br />Chicago Tribune building. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHyCfc5Tvi0D4dmLulIJN9rM_5oj78kjn7diNquRVlwEyD3K0zSJbaiaGKkvuLxUglu598oeRtsD206rB8VzUczE-nJ9fJIq9b3G0ZsQX9QG9aSkUbK2TdHtJ0-88DMy9VrlSbE6Qkik/s1600/Chicago+Tribune+building.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHyCfc5Tvi0D4dmLulIJN9rM_5oj78kjn7diNquRVlwEyD3K0zSJbaiaGKkvuLxUglu598oeRtsD206rB8VzUczE-nJ9fJIq9b3G0ZsQX9QG9aSkUbK2TdHtJ0-88DMy9VrlSbE6Qkik/s320/Chicago+Tribune+building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361856029671794" border="0" /></a><br />Part of our justification for the trip was to celebrate our 5 year anniversary. We ate lunch on Friday on the 95th floor of the Hancock tower. We ordered Creme Brulee. They wrote Happy Anniversary around the outside of the plate. Very cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID3pJywFcvHp-2dmL6JVZH9cef0Oqt9d3XlqIB_ETzt3dnarKNqpgqMfyRXJ9uS_i1PvOaft23fdQbHEaDPWkj4AolFabOkHzJLitKccqrJ-s62xKRrYMdG-JVpJBUgxn0kiB-NiEREI/s1600/Anniversary+Creme+Brulee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID3pJywFcvHp-2dmL6JVZH9cef0Oqt9d3XlqIB_ETzt3dnarKNqpgqMfyRXJ9uS_i1PvOaft23fdQbHEaDPWkj4AolFabOkHzJLitKccqrJ-s62xKRrYMdG-JVpJBUgxn0kiB-NiEREI/s320/Anniversary+Creme+Brulee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361852948628098" border="0" /></a><br />The game does not deserve mention. Notre Dame does. It was beautiful. Here are Condie and Annalisa in front of the Golden Dome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeugXnevGVZ2D9Qqcp4RUzE7pjGN-4L212a3zcB1b4cMGCrDi3XG5_V6FfyRSCBc33FNdnQutCy6C1zK5iX4aWU8NE1dryh2ftDPd9XPosblXhnUUy3a9MkH7fZPFOjQL7svRmn2omZDo/s1600/Greg+and+Annalisa+Notre+Dame.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeugXnevGVZ2D9Qqcp4RUzE7pjGN-4L212a3zcB1b4cMGCrDi3XG5_V6FfyRSCBc33FNdnQutCy6C1zK5iX4aWU8NE1dryh2ftDPd9XPosblXhnUUy3a9MkH7fZPFOjQL7svRmn2omZDo/s320/Greg+and+Annalisa+Notre+Dame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361259875116530" border="0" /></a><br />Touchdown Jesus.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvatDswh531rnhCO5Vs4d5b-EjHl-_pqz-7PT2u3WW3Amei7ST0TEYGmrFmeQGb4qHSUaKious4NgNnAZpG8ySRXJ45hkehgWw-nXtl7426GucW-E14oMZaEL_vaSE0OCwIUT8tu1Fh2U/s1600/D+and+K+with+touchdown+Jesus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvatDswh531rnhCO5Vs4d5b-EjHl-_pqz-7PT2u3WW3Amei7ST0TEYGmrFmeQGb4qHSUaKious4NgNnAZpG8ySRXJ45hkehgWw-nXtl7426GucW-E14oMZaEL_vaSE0OCwIUT8tu1Fh2U/s320/D+and+K+with+touchdown+Jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361255507914210" border="0" /></a><br />All 4 of us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKPocrDv8pleZrhJ4n8VXB5bHRCsCP1Br1llOBaqnpbr2JylT6SZB2A_r0b5lfPKWR9DelsPrljb3uXOoPXVf0u8-unY6vCKw0JJBw5uxs16OhLQ5jyXSQyucAPAV3guaglswCihO-2g/s1600/All+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKPocrDv8pleZrhJ4n8VXB5bHRCsCP1Br1llOBaqnpbr2JylT6SZB2A_r0b5lfPKWR9DelsPrljb3uXOoPXVf0u8-unY6vCKw0JJBw5uxs16OhLQ5jyXSQyucAPAV3guaglswCihO-2g/s320/All+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361252827542546" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks again to everyone who made the trip happen. Parents who babysat, friends who took us in, etc., etc. We had a blast.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-88396191195252298812010-11-03T20:09:00.003-07:002010-11-03T20:09:49.418-07:00ResurrectedThe blog, that is.<div><br /></div><div>But can someone tell me how to center the picture of the boys at the top of the blog?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-55982755512831428922010-10-14T20:17:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:42:59.782-07:00Patten is 3!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6cyVcfMAhuiPFk82f9FNIjf7H6z1OHB8wa3WEJVLTx6Cz5-EyCrSJL97YlFzzVi2_I6J-PQlhBk31w_CD7KPZ3zM5QpvrojZLhX27W6ip3nbzBDsbxxgDPwnlufJyVy5k7KvkbILWgc/s1600/100_1620.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6cyVcfMAhuiPFk82f9FNIjf7H6z1OHB8wa3WEJVLTx6Cz5-EyCrSJL97YlFzzVi2_I6J-PQlhBk31w_CD7KPZ3zM5QpvrojZLhX27W6ip3nbzBDsbxxgDPwnlufJyVy5k7KvkbILWgc/s320/100_1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528111303987049474" border="0" /></a><br />Patten had his birthday on October 12th. He turned three! I can't believe that I am the mother of a three year old. He had preschool that day and came home with this crown on his head. Patten wanted to wear it all day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAIz1nMjlt3BpbKm13171c7JGF3jy6CtjHU3sftCSNVmXh7M12768pu3B6dfOAWTLfO56lyPwPuZYgS5MdyAeC8E6IFmDxJbwmPnsoJOcJ_RZ1GkOTnAcVZ05qWa63KA1n_ld0Z_jpo4/s1600/100_1616.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAIz1nMjlt3BpbKm13171c7JGF3jy6CtjHU3sftCSNVmXh7M12768pu3B6dfOAWTLfO56lyPwPuZYgS5MdyAeC8E6IFmDxJbwmPnsoJOcJ_RZ1GkOTnAcVZ05qWa63KA1n_ld0Z_jpo4/s320/100_1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528110579637355090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Close up on the cake.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_7DXIorO0Ea80Z00Pr3F_8GvDbvpPD8Cz9jPaD5D3KaB16LsH-N8XY1jrmN7yOVRYRpEzQsOpnw45NCveKi_g_PMTBia09rJ83DhbBBT3UU7yq3chWstHKdff8lPiL6uUh5IlhHgae8/s1600/100_1619.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_7DXIorO0Ea80Z00Pr3F_8GvDbvpPD8Cz9jPaD5D3KaB16LsH-N8XY1jrmN7yOVRYRpEzQsOpnw45NCveKi_g_PMTBia09rJ83DhbBBT3UU7yq3chWstHKdff8lPiL6uUh5IlhHgae8/s320/100_1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528109763987933922" border="0" /></a><br />Patten and his lion cake. I made it myself! Patten has been into lions lately going around the house and saying "I am a lion roar!" When we went to eat the cake Patten said , "I want to eat the lion!" I can't beleive that I actually made a descent lion. It is a little bit of a miracle. Sorry Missy, the eyes aren't in the middle of the head :) I was never good at that even in my art classes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCaocQz1P2Ijyzfy3D0G6HsxsPwPUCLzxl-lHUp1FcvIWnpiu9NqMYXh7ZH_mivP4ZGmlQIcFgwJOs0pnkUfGHxo2th2KK8FW_d6BdwKtfZsK_pCI1gevM69xdShVAviMYfCzoBu48fA/s1600/100_1625.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCaocQz1P2Ijyzfy3D0G6HsxsPwPUCLzxl-lHUp1FcvIWnpiu9NqMYXh7ZH_mivP4ZGmlQIcFgwJOs0pnkUfGHxo2th2KK8FW_d6BdwKtfZsK_pCI1gevM69xdShVAviMYfCzoBu48fA/s320/100_1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528108666781870802" border="0" /> </a><br />Patten blowing out his candles. I think this is the first time he actually blew out his candles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsUX2596uu8gql1zEU8sQDZZVwuRXxwWdJzo_vSyv9aLC2GkuNziL1uUG9iTkhIPjjj15TdY5fnRS0PxtiBCNqNRXvAFyGdR4W1skVF9BRdPnNKXMGpv_oLYfHM2-3QyWSFGPWoxauMw/s1600/100_1627.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsUX2596uu8gql1zEU8sQDZZVwuRXxwWdJzo_vSyv9aLC2GkuNziL1uUG9iTkhIPjjj15TdY5fnRS0PxtiBCNqNRXvAFyGdR4W1skVF9BRdPnNKXMGpv_oLYfHM2-3QyWSFGPWoxauMw/s320/100_1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528108043821554658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_MjLhBjomZNIgW7nIHaYSs5a3Vz3tJeec1bVZKQwp5PQ7sbpgHtK0jy2YrrgROEoNxmBYIwOnVOmz-2jjP2qiHa-5oE3KLKIKLRcy7gH1dSd7BrsoVXVTBqmiKkHPxpwPgnM6PhtvAU/s1600/100_1618.JPG"><br /></a><br />Patten and his aunt Kara. Patten enjoyed eating his lion cake. Bottom left is one of Patten's new toys a magna doodle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T6cD6FiAqaxTkDrNzVqKYZMESa3aIRhCPP0NPS72h_5_ElqQg_j9vMaVwyWLAzBwiiWgNPcIPGhMKDu4X9hexANVHucwKjFN2NtZ53CD28nVkQPboScqRpvPvqkUI-JUUFtugQhJGvM/s1600/100_1620.JPG"><br /></a>Thank you for all of the presents everyone! And thank you for the phone calls and messages. Patten loved all of them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-80443982071039184912010-10-05T05:56:00.001-07:002010-10-05T06:09:16.204-07:00Hello againOur blog has been (and largely still is) out of commission. Hopefully we will fix it sometime. In the meantime, here are some pictures.<br /><br />Patten drew his first face, all by himself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJlZxOQ0-ftVn_pkEJlsI8tu_XucWYbpYRmHyFgvme10U1VJmg6v0FO6jPJs2uivkCAKxUL9f2EP2vw5l4lcGEp3E7n5XNsw1MfWU3-3paPFjnDC3zo5mZSbsTQz4_tkYKvGV283rD18/s1600/Summer+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJlZxOQ0-ftVn_pkEJlsI8tu_XucWYbpYRmHyFgvme10U1VJmg6v0FO6jPJs2uivkCAKxUL9f2EP2vw5l4lcGEp3E7n5XNsw1MfWU3-3paPFjnDC3zo5mZSbsTQz4_tkYKvGV283rD18/s320/Summer+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524545781482483858" border="0" /></a><br />Our tomato crop exceeded our expectations. Behold the largest tomato of the bunch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gwGlqVmmvlyjbVsQ31qdNpdmenPFPyUqJdbGodUPn1VZwlk_eFM8Bn_9MJAGIggA00FWOOTimZlG9UUERCMNHAHolBQGFXOaUh-3hnlcAxnSqaa23BPth83CsjaTPJarPbr14STLqoA/s1600/Summer+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gwGlqVmmvlyjbVsQ31qdNpdmenPFPyUqJdbGodUPn1VZwlk_eFM8Bn_9MJAGIggA00FWOOTimZlG9UUERCMNHAHolBQGFXOaUh-3hnlcAxnSqaa23BPth83CsjaTPJarPbr14STLqoA/s320/Summer+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524545772302112450" border="0" /></a><br />Play-dates with Sara Jane (sp?) are the highlight of the week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-eYmqoLN62QEvInHVefyySP15UcDHMu1TF8vJx0hET-KcmPR1yyFyjPWnU4GRc4z6nXokvzbxlukA-Yb8-3X7ZtfC72-1jra1QOECMblN1LJ85Iyx9aXwBLLXe5wj10AmXE88QqeGis/s1600/Summer+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-eYmqoLN62QEvInHVefyySP15UcDHMu1TF8vJx0hET-KcmPR1yyFyjPWnU4GRc4z6nXokvzbxlukA-Yb8-3X7ZtfC72-1jra1QOECMblN1LJ85Iyx9aXwBLLXe5wj10AmXE88QqeGis/s320/Summer+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524545770939616530" border="0" /></a><br />All the boys in ties.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDK1sTtWO0r6KieVkWE-25_lRanid8suFJghoGymyOOJFtTR5V9KzGd0KkAwAjPGAYFBLPxL0XfrF3D1H8cNZYAWoRw3H9ek6mPUQu9g0OGbPCd_XkYnIccWemfUqk-DnyzhZ-JA8jrPc/s1600/Summer+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDK1sTtWO0r6KieVkWE-25_lRanid8suFJghoGymyOOJFtTR5V9KzGd0KkAwAjPGAYFBLPxL0XfrF3D1H8cNZYAWoRw3H9ek6mPUQu9g0OGbPCd_XkYnIccWemfUqk-DnyzhZ-JA8jrPc/s320/Summer+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524545760114706482" border="0" /></a><br />Kris with her boys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzyu458vnV0AqSF2lxZcN9agBx_mN_nXP8HhoyDDUxwRzA2jmE39JZhToV1DQy7Sl7-2XBttkkPqy-o0-UHw7iw63W6Az6PNQ27eWzxfARySGFcFUmJbsJy2X7wc5ntgwWIX3YZ4t_6k/s1600/Summer+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzyu458vnV0AqSF2lxZcN9agBx_mN_nXP8HhoyDDUxwRzA2jmE39JZhToV1DQy7Sl7-2XBttkkPqy-o0-UHw7iw63W6Az6PNQ27eWzxfARySGFcFUmJbsJy2X7wc5ntgwWIX3YZ4t_6k/s320/Summer+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524548110755358066" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-17220503687377098332010-09-09T18:26:00.000-07:002010-09-09T18:27:44.092-07:00Help with blogDoes anyone know how to get rid of this photo bucket thing I have in the middle of my blog? I have tried looking at settings and designs and it doesn't appear to be in there. Thanks!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-2810209413242399482010-08-25T08:04:00.001-07:002010-08-25T08:16:08.782-07:00Green smoothieDue to multiple requests, here is an explanation of the green smoothie.<br /><br />Last Xmas, aunt Debbie and uncle Steve introduced us to the green smoothie. Essentially, you can use any combination of fruits, vegetables, and greens. We have our own special concoction, which we will include below. It takes about 20 minutes to make - start to finish. Our boys love it, especially through a plastic straw.<br /><br />A few notes. <br /><br />Note #1: don't use juice. The beauty of the green smoothie is its naturalness (word? sp?). Adding orange, apple, or any other kind of juice would fill the thing with extra unnecessary sugar. So don't do it. <br /><br />Note #2: don't use yogurt. Yogurt will double the calorie content of the drink. If you want yogurt for breakfast, eat some yogurt. But don't put it in your green smoothie. <br /><br />Note #3: you will need 200 or so calories at about 10am (this would be the time to eat the yogurt). Your body can devour the green smoothie, because the raw fruits and vegetables have easily accessible energy. So, drinking the smoothie ups your metabolism (or at least I think so) and makes you hungry. The recipe included below makes two tall glasses of smoothie. Each glass has ~180 calories. That is not enough to keep you going all morning. Kristin supplements the smoothie with a small bowl of cereal; Dave uses grapes and carrots. Either way, you will need some more fuel mid-morning.<br /><br />Now, the recipe.<br /><br />5 ice cubes<br />1 cup of water<br />1 golden delicious apple (we find it easiest to cut the apple into wedges and then cut the wedges in half)<br />1 orange (cut off the peel)<br />2 handfuls of frozen strawberries (Costco or Sams)<br />2 handfuls of frozen blueberries (Costco or Sams)<br />1 banana<br />1/3 of a $1.99 bag of Dole Spinach (or until the drink turns a shade of green)<br /><br />That's it. Post any questions in the comments and we'll do our best to answer. Enjoy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-64374796782061141692010-08-12T08:52:00.001-07:002010-08-12T09:00:38.473-07:00LatelyLife after the bar is wonderful. A few highlights.<br /><br />Kimball turned one. He loved his cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8nKyP15dQe41zYkFS8f_MwRqgorp-xKudauLW_dxO6bj2k6_mr1UM1eES-tGBW0BqYeWZMB01n1CQJOv46H3GRakZC4sbrqnXixfJoTq5DEzql7VcfEo56u8CVYBmOMzpDey5hDNVoU/s1600/August+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8nKyP15dQe41zYkFS8f_MwRqgorp-xKudauLW_dxO6bj2k6_mr1UM1eES-tGBW0BqYeWZMB01n1CQJOv46H3GRakZC4sbrqnXixfJoTq5DEzql7VcfEo56u8CVYBmOMzpDey5hDNVoU/s320/August+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552485758294802" border="0" /></a><br />And his presents.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VeLJ0UKdnuFdpj_B23zKFlc1Qpj8ZVn02mnxaj0dJD1J4IYcFCFQIJ7wSg6HR6Rv9KiY3oMjakpHwsAzbU1phiP6stgRaBeFvoHIOWMIiVWlvI-G3vfSao_rU42T5Q5WV7tATTO0_t8/s1600/August+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VeLJ0UKdnuFdpj_B23zKFlc1Qpj8ZVn02mnxaj0dJD1J4IYcFCFQIJ7wSg6HR6Rv9KiY3oMjakpHwsAzbU1phiP6stgRaBeFvoHIOWMIiVWlvI-G3vfSao_rU42T5Q5WV7tATTO0_t8/s320/August+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552484354959330" border="0" /></a><br />Patten has taken to surfing (please notice Mike's pasty white legs...).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MzGa3S4F9yFFzWZb3jSFMy5dHJ9kbTZ33HSuT4UPQSmubQRv0cavwkYr431DV-jBorxkeT9Bj2DCXpcvNB1d4rLjE3sMvXuTw9ZfE4zWHwKbhNGkfGimhyH0Y8IiBnNtyPnwJhx6rzA/s1600/August+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MzGa3S4F9yFFzWZb3jSFMy5dHJ9kbTZ33HSuT4UPQSmubQRv0cavwkYr431DV-jBorxkeT9Bj2DCXpcvNB1d4rLjE3sMvXuTw9ZfE4zWHwKbhNGkfGimhyH0Y8IiBnNtyPnwJhx6rzA/s320/August+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552470476018738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg060r4wkS5YSDXc7w2sY5TfWzqeOtV1o_rN5_R8OpWodBLudLrjAGpJDpwGOpe_ERJnIJlsvlvJTpnd84rZ6njQF_fWbg36NfB7l-HkrLNIIgMOL5F6eleXCTzdeMcrU6m4zvVYyXFTDs/s1600/August+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg060r4wkS5YSDXc7w2sY5TfWzqeOtV1o_rN5_R8OpWodBLudLrjAGpJDpwGOpe_ERJnIJlsvlvJTpnd84rZ6njQF_fWbg36NfB7l-HkrLNIIgMOL5F6eleXCTzdeMcrU6m4zvVYyXFTDs/s320/August+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552465036558002" border="0" /></a><br />We love walks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhlhxzPD8RxOILUjB93Is6LjzM2m2U3WoZTNyB9TRbYsYwPt4cIpxA_FEAp5lhG2YUfSPXP7fZCR9Y4_78eEs6XF66PmfQuJWBMfxZRoslnzH9WW6ovAv2iCE32SaSq-ZZSbQJFmIrZE/s1600/August+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhlhxzPD8RxOILUjB93Is6LjzM2m2U3WoZTNyB9TRbYsYwPt4cIpxA_FEAp5lhG2YUfSPXP7fZCR9Y4_78eEs6XF66PmfQuJWBMfxZRoslnzH9WW6ovAv2iCE32SaSq-ZZSbQJFmIrZE/s320/August+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552456004871842" border="0" /></a>The "special drink (aka green smoothie)" is a daily tradition. Even the boys love it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcbOVp_RbKUCgSDUhJHL1QUHDz4k_Ieoyc82tpIUypSV395t0zfu7sQhUQPrC6nQz04no_8H0TcLq8JvKUY_RZ7XllIZYyQa20PzPn-mSlO9o5erk0pU2dZNeWktHfsaMi7x3lge3yak/s1600/August+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcbOVp_RbKUCgSDUhJHL1QUHDz4k_Ieoyc82tpIUypSV395t0zfu7sQhUQPrC6nQz04no_8H0TcLq8JvKUY_RZ7XllIZYyQa20PzPn-mSlO9o5erk0pU2dZNeWktHfsaMi7x3lge3yak/s320/August+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504551965386578306" border="0" /></a>And finally, we made tin foil dinners. Patten helped put it all together, Kristin added the spices, and Dave attempted to remember the tricks from his scout days.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithz0mTt2ZENW-5G6IU1kHb2f8Zq4eqghYUhq7VTvhhNZHHs1ckM25qmhnaUFsSzLOBINWUEoRjm1WNWyoMpEgmoLPQosKRUvY743Yv2QKN1pBRJ66czeHy2sWr9UBnvx-lasdn2GNX60/s1600/August+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithz0mTt2ZENW-5G6IU1kHb2f8Zq4eqghYUhq7VTvhhNZHHs1ckM25qmhnaUFsSzLOBINWUEoRjm1WNWyoMpEgmoLPQosKRUvY743Yv2QKN1pBRJ66czeHy2sWr9UBnvx-lasdn2GNX60/s320/August+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552816812241378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcutqxJpFjWtSibT8sNITu5wXSgm6pXFJqRA4qNzsVO-xbCqFKm83lpRGzMcRbc-GUB5QUCimAVxe57a8TG_TCJEStoD2dw0XCfiPNavmMwUSviLzspVV-fJnRYhJ4hvs4yz6upcGtbA/s1600/August+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcutqxJpFjWtSibT8sNITu5wXSgm6pXFJqRA4qNzsVO-xbCqFKm83lpRGzMcRbc-GUB5QUCimAVxe57a8TG_TCJEStoD2dw0XCfiPNavmMwUSviLzspVV-fJnRYhJ4hvs4yz6upcGtbA/s320/August+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504552820588436194" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-21213667808515486672010-08-06T11:33:00.001-07:002010-08-06T11:35:48.259-07:00PhotogenicLook at these boys. Courtesy of Missy Johnson Wallace photography (and Mike's hard earned money that bought the camera)....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz37NkrjHPUMP8CIXJzhyBq66Z68UpU9ONXIqiZPPJ_d5yl48cG6s4vRJXRpvPyY5WrQYk7DcI39lyfp87XwTVsZfu_hG4eNjtnMvWftLld7HBM-q9SOT7al6fAEf_oi28UnE104BKRE/s1600/Patten+at+cabin.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz37NkrjHPUMP8CIXJzhyBq66Z68UpU9ONXIqiZPPJ_d5yl48cG6s4vRJXRpvPyY5WrQYk7DcI39lyfp87XwTVsZfu_hG4eNjtnMvWftLld7HBM-q9SOT7al6fAEf_oi28UnE104BKRE/s320/Patten+at+cabin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502367058046645106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZdfrDkKmOf6LptUeeZME8kKc432vJVtnKcDqxL742vQJmMBGeeZzFR9OEFpqT8rvl3FHa4qVLTDrirMz9OdjT7B8ErHWxueZwHBTusIlPzyjIb_alcLayq_EB9Bd1_VcMstM5cRzrXQ/s1600/Kimball+one+year+old.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZdfrDkKmOf6LptUeeZME8kKc432vJVtnKcDqxL742vQJmMBGeeZzFR9OEFpqT8rvl3FHa4qVLTDrirMz9OdjT7B8ErHWxueZwHBTusIlPzyjIb_alcLayq_EB9Bd1_VcMstM5cRzrXQ/s320/Kimball+one+year+old.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502366873629071778" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-61310087394145369622010-08-03T08:52:00.001-07:002010-08-03T09:04:25.266-07:00It is about time that we post something. A lot has happened since we last posted. Dave's grandmothers house sold and we moved out on July 6th. We only moved five blocks away and we are still in the same stake. Even though we have been living in our new house for a month it still feels like we just moved in. I am sure things will feel more "normal" as time goes on. <br /><br />Dave has been really busy for the month of July which is one of the reasons why there have not been any posts recently. Dave took the bar on the last tuesday and wednesday of July so he was busy studying all day long the whole month before. We are hoping all the work payed off and that he will pass. We won't find out until 8 to 10 weeks after the test was taken. <br /><br />Kimball turned one on the 31st of July. We had a fun little family party last night and Kimball was very spoiled ( as well as Patten because after all they share their toys). Kimball has grown up lots. he walks he is displaying more and more preferences and he is basically a toddler. My baby is no longer a baby.<br /><br />I promise I will post a few pictures once I figure out where our stuff is to load the pictures on to the computer. I am hoping that it wasn't lost in the move.<br /><br />Missy and Mike came home from Tonga on Sunday and we have already had lots of fun spending time with them. The boys were both so excited to see them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-42430047628407315722010-06-30T07:34:00.001-07:002010-06-30T07:39:31.265-07:00Good things to comeThis brought back some memories:<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nczw6xHJ0I&feature=player_embedded<br /><br />When I left on my mission Ty had almost finished his. Before I left, he told me to print out Elder Holland's talk, take it with me, and pull it out on a particularly hard day. I think I only made it 8 weeks or so before pulling it out. And then I pulled it out a handful more times throughout the two years. Amazing how difficult some experiences can seem in real time, and then how reasonable they can seem in retrospect.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-23937990626501215092010-05-24T05:23:00.000-07:002010-05-24T05:35:47.412-07:00RecentlyA few recent happenings.<br /><br /><br />First, Patten looked spiffy at church.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5CBfd4i3pqvC2ndAzXhAup0pP48QOxOWp_AUln8uRiciJWNqoFp6aYgrIQNABMkoKVh-aVuBcQYHRu7rcyNcK59c1IY1604Q-zaAhzEmFC2ONCLkZlKDfbvzhZcB4xMHZzlRJn_Stxg/s1600/April-May+2010+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5CBfd4i3pqvC2ndAzXhAup0pP48QOxOWp_AUln8uRiciJWNqoFp6aYgrIQNABMkoKVh-aVuBcQYHRu7rcyNcK59c1IY1604Q-zaAhzEmFC2ONCLkZlKDfbvzhZcB4xMHZzlRJn_Stxg/s320/April-May+2010+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474812263736489906" border="0" /></a><br />Next, Kimberlee graduated.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrwt2YlpZ88G5at_9dxQP56A5jm0sR1W7cgBfRTkp0VIVkA_eUny1lLihzVeNXW5e-R6dydUEOjWVzT54837Q_LV7tS00noQ0FTXnFmayRTnOxqw-9mTiFL6Z1uKx5zu4vonKlsd_GRY/s1600/April-May+2010+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrwt2YlpZ88G5at_9dxQP56A5jm0sR1W7cgBfRTkp0VIVkA_eUny1lLihzVeNXW5e-R6dydUEOjWVzT54837Q_LV7tS00noQ0FTXnFmayRTnOxqw-9mTiFL6Z1uKx5zu4vonKlsd_GRY/s320/April-May+2010+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474812274290812546" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, Dave graduated.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWEJPNHTeAI7oi_EHPDQJlqpEXnptsohqjTRJfDv18OC3qwt4GlAF4X54Ikq7dTnwjlv9fRRc-zdq5FQrmTIpeQXCO1lnYckgzXl_60TZtbh5KAww1Du58YrTU31JpQbu4VFnuaZ-mGk/s1600/Dave's+Graduation+2010+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWEJPNHTeAI7oi_EHPDQJlqpEXnptsohqjTRJfDv18OC3qwt4GlAF4X54Ikq7dTnwjlv9fRRc-zdq5FQrmTIpeQXCO1lnYckgzXl_60TZtbh5KAww1Du58YrTU31JpQbu4VFnuaZ-mGk/s320/Dave's+Graduation+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474813375356422738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZWSdn5aslCWAjN0wPnK6MIGhmrBayGxJaLdHueeXgy48zkrxZWuFTdsaq5mw-469jYZOifmtMBXZfvAq2MNXZr2joT-nFvsKAmbBieMu7m4CCLu3_h77T_sUWruL42-Kp9LV-7Oxd8c/s1600/Dave's+Graduation+2010+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZWSdn5aslCWAjN0wPnK6MIGhmrBayGxJaLdHueeXgy48zkrxZWuFTdsaq5mw-469jYZOifmtMBXZfvAq2MNXZr2joT-nFvsKAmbBieMu7m4CCLu3_h77T_sUWruL42-Kp9LV-7Oxd8c/s320/Dave's+Graduation+2010+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474813370555912258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmsiDrAu5upH9cUE0Qg32yY7TYQlm5LTUHkkHjPzuwNIF5-hNO0UAG6x51oeqvfakpln48a6n5_pfqLxEkUuGoh0bcHCX9BH171OQZ9yd-rt80fIv4lRRTptfXyZrTSISz7M9TW_dkOM/s1600/Dave's+Graduation+2010+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmsiDrAu5upH9cUE0Qg32yY7TYQlm5LTUHkkHjPzuwNIF5-hNO0UAG6x51oeqvfakpln48a6n5_pfqLxEkUuGoh0bcHCX9BH171OQZ9yd-rt80fIv4lRRTptfXyZrTSISz7M9TW_dkOM/s320/Dave's+Graduation+2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474813360070689506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLa34ppJV1Synu8w5Cg1eZjvROfKDX2MjzWkNREgfSM23V79KcUuRElEFNrvcIROBJiEJ-lqtObJtOXeoRdsiLgHU18EEaXTHb2ddkzBxr8Ak5yvpi_91NknQw_zLbUy5UCceT6g9z3_c/s1600/Dave's+Graduation+2010+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLa34ppJV1Synu8w5Cg1eZjvROfKDX2MjzWkNREgfSM23V79KcUuRElEFNrvcIROBJiEJ-lqtObJtOXeoRdsiLgHU18EEaXTHb2ddkzBxr8Ak5yvpi_91NknQw_zLbUy5UCceT6g9z3_c/s320/Dave's+Graduation+2010+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474813354302639682" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-61097330057047138272010-05-11T12:46:00.000-07:002010-05-11T12:48:42.833-07:00Our boysThank you, Becca, for these pictures of Kimball and Patten. And, yes, we stole them from your blog.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEito8Mvi74kqCPBJFFKVChSusIO4iLOjEfqfvZAVwBsB8qSzjW2j9zEDk1_jsrStocO3nsNtbcqd1Oakohsb1YnWBlfGkUOawpGe-Sf4l6DMIaFbviVNoo6Qy5TEhEb3Ac9KoGrmgDR6LA/s1600/Kimball.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEito8Mvi74kqCPBJFFKVChSusIO4iLOjEfqfvZAVwBsB8qSzjW2j9zEDk1_jsrStocO3nsNtbcqd1Oakohsb1YnWBlfGkUOawpGe-Sf4l6DMIaFbviVNoo6Qy5TEhEb3Ac9KoGrmgDR6LA/s320/Kimball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101493017934498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvOOgiAebefQw-q69Nczz3rQz5hKppLLMTyjNyWQQ-utwBtJMPYUDScJMlgSsFyeQp8obD986PNcF4bb3DlssH8a3FGpcSMWSXrhuLNSP6Ow1lrhTOubOU-bQX2gYIgsnPd7nKYxTUFQ/s1600/Patten.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvOOgiAebefQw-q69Nczz3rQz5hKppLLMTyjNyWQQ-utwBtJMPYUDScJMlgSsFyeQp8obD986PNcF4bb3DlssH8a3FGpcSMWSXrhuLNSP6Ow1lrhTOubOU-bQX2gYIgsnPd7nKYxTUFQ/s320/Patten.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101412011564706" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3280544062498688269.post-89455134957524826622010-04-14T05:54:00.000-07:002010-04-14T06:02:16.198-07:00My FriendTed Jenkins, a neighbor, ward member, and dear friend - passed away due to complications of myasthenia gravis this week. You can see his obituary here:<br /><br />http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/saltlaketribune/obituary.aspx?n=edward-jenkins&pid=141799513.<br /><br />To be honest, I still can't fathom that he's gone. I loved running into Ted. Whether it was the grocery store, church, or just in front of his house. Ted and Carolynn ran the young single adult program right after my mission. I ate breakfast at their house, enjoyed evenings at the Mt. Aire cabin, and learned the gospel from this good man.<br /><br />For me, Ted's death has been a wake up call. As one friend put it, "Ted and I climbed through the snow to his cabin 6 weeks ago. Nobody could have seen this coming." And so it is for all of us. Enjoy every day with your loved ones, you never know how many more you have.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3