<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089</id><updated>2012-02-07T11:22:50.006-08:00</updated><category term='First time'/><title type='text'>Wallymack</title><subtitle type='html'>Our family tree is full of nuts!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1858419973013316203</id><published>2012-02-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:42:44.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>My goal to catch up my blog and post once a week this year was sabotaged! &amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago, our main computer (you know, the one with ALL the pictures and video I haven't gotten around to backing up yet) quit working. &amp;nbsp;Mike tried to fix it and then had our neighbor come look at it and then finally took it to the computer store. &amp;nbsp;Last I heard, they think they got it working, but said it's on it's last legs. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, I can at least get my stuff off it and continue the fabulous blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1858419973013316203?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1858419973013316203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1858419973013316203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1858419973013316203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1858419973013316203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2012/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8694849946533788773</id><published>2011-11-16T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:50:12.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects</title><content type='html'>Don't women love projects? &amp;nbsp;I think it all goes to our need to create. &amp;nbsp;Here's the last dress I finished for the Prom Locker. &amp;nbsp;Michelle picked it up at a garage sale for $8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She said I could play with it and it would be ok if I ruined it. Apparently, I forgot to take a before picture, it might be on the Prom Locker blog. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, it was ugly. &amp;nbsp;Baggy, plain, grandma looking, gathered sleeves. &amp;nbsp;I tried to make it more fun and current. &amp;nbsp;Here is the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cE5Az_DplLE/TsSRouGsHuI/AAAAAAAABeg/umqW8Ic1trk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cE5Az_DplLE/TsSRouGsHuI/AAAAAAAABeg/umqW8Ic1trk/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also repainted my front room and got some new furniture for it. &amp;nbsp;I had an old wooden window frame from my mom that I wanted to put in there. &amp;nbsp;I painted it and distressed it. &amp;nbsp;Then I made this cool book page wreath. Mike doesn't like it but I do. &amp;nbsp;I also found a sweet new light fixture at DI for $10. &amp;nbsp;It was still in the packaging. &amp;nbsp;I'll post a pict later. &amp;nbsp;I love my new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC-p89x3w88/TsSQ73bE7kI/AAAAAAAABeI/jWwGywf_fYA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC-p89x3w88/TsSQ73bE7kI/AAAAAAAABeI/jWwGywf_fYA/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh3Uwc-kbPg/TsSRApD9MKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/NORbWPdMwgU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh3Uwc-kbPg/TsSRApD9MKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/NORbWPdMwgU/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so far behind on my blog and there is so many other things I want to catch up on (like half of Sept and all of October) but I just have to share with all 5 of my readers what my sweet (I think) husband and my very good friend, Michelle did for my birthday. &amp;nbsp;On Tuesdays, Connor and I leave for swim practice at 5:15. &amp;nbsp;We pulled out of the garage to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WrXmhQV1qY/Trq2nLM0VcI/AAAAAAAABTo/gn72xVd1JSc/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WrXmhQV1qY/Trq2nLM0VcI/AAAAAAAABTo/gn72xVd1JSc/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was dark and I really didn't get to appreciate it in all it's glory until I got home. &amp;nbsp;After I drop Con off, I just stay to work out. &amp;nbsp;I walked into the work-out room to see this on the front wall, with some balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oyD0Lhb42k/Trq3Ur78wAI/AAAAAAAABU4/O72tk6ZvM4A/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oyD0Lhb42k/Trq3Ur78wAI/AAAAAAAABU4/O72tk6ZvM4A/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture is after I got home, cause I just didn't think to take my camera to spinning. &amp;nbsp;Here's what the rest of my front yard looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Geb6zGwhYDI/Trq2clvvIZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/yDoQ4RiVnsk/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+004+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Geb6zGwhYDI/Trq2clvvIZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/yDoQ4RiVnsk/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+004+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33ue7p9pFDY/Trq2q174kkI/AAAAAAAABTw/B0oPvPXvMQw/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+006+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33ue7p9pFDY/Trq2q174kkI/AAAAAAAABTw/B0oPvPXvMQw/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+006+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VbQTibuuzo/Trq25ri7rNI/AAAAAAAABUI/iPtoXSM4qBI/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VbQTibuuzo/Trq25ri7rNI/AAAAAAAABUI/iPtoXSM4qBI/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVyuXNfhPY/Trq2-Etqv7I/AAAAAAAABUQ/mroy365DxcI/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVyuXNfhPY/Trq2-Etqv7I/AAAAAAAABUQ/mroy365DxcI/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEy53E3t-gQ/Trq3CKS6ilI/AAAAAAAABUY/NxZmzTXOYLY/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEy53E3t-gQ/Trq3CKS6ilI/AAAAAAAABUY/NxZmzTXOYLY/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KARkhOY_KCE/Trq3GKPIGPI/AAAAAAAABUg/6LN2ChKeFiE/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KARkhOY_KCE/Trq3GKPIGPI/AAAAAAAABUg/6LN2ChKeFiE/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sY-0JU0nlAI/Trq3KTvWBsI/AAAAAAAABUo/Xs5qv5AUg1w/s1600/Amys+40th+birthday+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sY-0JU0nlAI/Trq3KTvWBsI/AAAAAAAABUo/Xs5qv5AUg1w/s320/Amys+40th+birthday+012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We live 1/2 a block from the elementary school. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty funny to watch the kids that walk by our house. &amp;nbsp;Also fun to watch the cars go by, slow down to read the signs. &amp;nbsp;It's good to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7393386518792451556?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7393386518792451556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7393386518792451556&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7393386518792451556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7393386518792451556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WrXmhQV1qY/Trq2nLM0VcI/AAAAAAAABTo/gn72xVd1JSc/s72-c/Amys+40th+birthday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1998588411386900001</id><published>2011-11-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:11:53.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces (Take 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PesZK62mb0k/Txzc_xtCk_I/AAAAAAAABlE/7l7HEM9n3r0/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PesZK62mb0k/Txzc_xtCk_I/AAAAAAAABlE/7l7HEM9n3r0/s320/103.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's Chase's turn! &amp;nbsp;He's so happy. &amp;nbsp;This is the before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3BD6p7TaMo/TxzdDtfLGEI/AAAAAAAABlM/JVzHGzlJ5Ds/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3BD6p7TaMo/TxzdDtfLGEI/AAAAAAAABlM/JVzHGzlJ5Ds/s320/104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I take these pictures only in effort to be a good mom and record as many memorable moments in my child's life as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7beBUGdHS0c/TxzdHsVboXI/AAAAAAAABlU/jdTpQXZzCv0/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7beBUGdHS0c/TxzdHsVboXI/AAAAAAAABlU/jdTpQXZzCv0/s320/105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HA! &amp;nbsp;I just think it's funny and I can't resist the joker mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3OWOnfnzMM/TxzdLbRlgII/AAAAAAAABlc/5fEoccPkgs0/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3OWOnfnzMM/TxzdLbRlgII/AAAAAAAABlc/5fEoccPkgs0/s320/106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ALddExHQQ/TxzdT3BCDsI/AAAAAAAABls/uY3OKIJrt-k/s1600/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ALddExHQQ/TxzdT3BCDsI/AAAAAAAABls/uY3OKIJrt-k/s320/109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned, in about 16 months I will have shots of the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1998588411386900001?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1998588411386900001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1998588411386900001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1998588411386900001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1998588411386900001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/11/braces-take-3.html' title='Braces (Take 3)'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PesZK62mb0k/Txzc_xtCk_I/AAAAAAAABlE/7l7HEM9n3r0/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1568761949915134982</id><published>2011-10-31T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:06:01.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZPK7O30ujw/TxzaJ67NK8I/AAAAAAAABjc/CsKzCw1LV_c/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZPK7O30ujw/TxzaJ67NK8I/AAAAAAAABjc/CsKzCw1LV_c/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our ward has a Halloween Carnival every year. &amp;nbsp;The YW/YM put it on for the Primary. &amp;nbsp;It's awesome, all the kids love it and many, many families come out for the fun. &amp;nbsp;This is Kenna after she had her face painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mysAwT7cTJQ/TxzaR_VYqHI/AAAAAAAABjs/Vlom0STgwXc/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mysAwT7cTJQ/TxzaR_VYqHI/AAAAAAAABjs/Vlom0STgwXc/s320/090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the girls and I before school. &amp;nbsp;I was lucky (ha ha) enough to get to sub in Kenna's class that day. &amp;nbsp;I just recycled Mike's&amp;nbsp;Musketeer&amp;nbsp;costume, because it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3_C5bC5XJk/TxzaVkhOQkI/AAAAAAAABj0/Ukxwt_-LcHI/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3_C5bC5XJk/TxzaVkhOQkI/AAAAAAAABj0/Ukxwt_-LcHI/s320/091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kenna was a genie (thanks to inheriting a costume box from my Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQleaa4Qq0A/TxzaZD369oI/AAAAAAAABj8/akpSOeKuXGA/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQleaa4Qq0A/TxzaZD369oI/AAAAAAAABj8/akpSOeKuXGA/s320/092.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHDQ7EztdiI/TxzacVjMdDI/AAAAAAAABkE/l8hXO0Ghp1o/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHDQ7EztdiI/TxzacVjMdDI/AAAAAAAABkE/l8hXO0Ghp1o/s320/093.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor wore this outfit for Cowboy day during Homecoming and decided to recycle it for Halloween. &amp;nbsp;He's a pretty good-lookin' cowboy. &amp;nbsp;He took Kennadee out trick or treating on round 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpxcz8UiKjs/TxzagCsAfZI/AAAAAAAABkM/p0LfdK3NVIQ/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpxcz8UiKjs/TxzagCsAfZI/AAAAAAAABkM/p0LfdK3NVIQ/s320/094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwEHqhYQGGY/Txzaj6AbYZI/AAAAAAAABkU/zvM022h9K6U/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwEHqhYQGGY/Txzaj6AbYZI/AAAAAAAABkU/zvM022h9K6U/s320/095.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chase was a hospital patient. &amp;nbsp;Warning: &amp;nbsp;next material no suitable for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGHZsCOOBqw/Txzan90f0mI/AAAAAAAABkc/8NadKQFaJFM/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGHZsCOOBqw/Txzan90f0mI/AAAAAAAABkc/8NadKQFaJFM/s320/096.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; **************not his real bum**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Y3Tv3l1Pw/Txzar6snY_I/AAAAAAAABkk/kRnhBZ-X4wQ/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Y3Tv3l1Pw/Txzar6snY_I/AAAAAAAABkk/kRnhBZ-X4wQ/s320/097.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate just wanted to be a fat clown. &amp;nbsp;This costume made me laugh&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;she walked away from me. &amp;nbsp;She had a pillow stuck over her bum. &amp;nbsp;Her legs looked about a foot long and she would waddle. &amp;nbsp;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKtxWD_btU/Txza0pTxqWI/AAAAAAAABk0/Rjfm2W0y_4U/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKtxWD_btU/Txza0pTxqWI/AAAAAAAABk0/Rjfm2W0y_4U/s320/099.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzFTiOqf7Sw/Txza5RKiu6I/AAAAAAAABk8/pqKuA2EoF_0/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzFTiOqf7Sw/Txza5RKiu6I/AAAAAAAABk8/pqKuA2EoF_0/s320/100.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1568761949915134982?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1568761949915134982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1568761949915134982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1568761949915134982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1568761949915134982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZPK7O30ujw/TxzaJ67NK8I/AAAAAAAABjc/CsKzCw1LV_c/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-933910146452871793</id><published>2011-10-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:41:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For fall break this year, we got a condo in St. George. &amp;nbsp;It was very nice, except for the nasty fish smell in the corridor, thanks to the neighbors. &amp;nbsp;Our first day there, we spent on the red rocks above St. George. &amp;nbsp;All the kids went through this little crack, called the narrows. &amp;nbsp;I even got brave enough to try it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9hQz9bPNUo/TxD1zVX8THI/AAAAAAAABew/cLJsM1G5v4M/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNkf8O77G6Q/TxD2Ea53zlI/AAAAAAAABfQ/03E6O_CDZSU/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are just some other shots around there. &amp;nbsp;It's so fun because you can just hike and run all over the rocks, plus you have a fabulous view of St. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en0OEYWIECA/TxD3WlaXa2I/AAAAAAAABgQ/mSmhH9n3dHg/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en0OEYWIECA/TxD3WlaXa2I/AAAAAAAABgQ/mSmhH9n3dHg/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aK-XElmAG8/TxD2YGc3tDI/AAAAAAAABf4/Q2Bp7lGd-Ls/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aK-XElmAG8/TxD2YGc3tDI/AAAAAAAABf4/Q2Bp7lGd-Ls/s320/063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPwxalcnk7g/TxD2IKIYx_I/AAAAAAAABfY/lum0unjQ-fc/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPwxalcnk7g/TxD2IKIYx_I/AAAAAAAABfY/lum0unjQ-fc/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Afterward, we headed over for a tour of Brigham Young's winter home and then back to the condo for some swimming. &amp;nbsp;Later that day, we headed for this fun place call Anti-Gravity. &amp;nbsp;It was full of &amp;nbsp;bouncy toys and trampolines. &amp;nbsp;The kids had so much fun and Con even split his pants jousting with Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM_5u9ANjw4/TxD2USPO5oI/AAAAAAAABfw/U49KhVQUeKo/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM_5u9ANjw4/TxD2USPO5oI/AAAAAAAABfw/U49KhVQUeKo/s320/058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiEK04vBwWc/TxD3bAjKnlI/AAAAAAAABgY/9holG75SzbA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiEK04vBwWc/TxD3bAjKnlI/AAAAAAAABgY/9holG75SzbA/s320/033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last day, we spent hiking and playing in the sand in Snow Canyon. &amp;nbsp;It was actually really hot, but still enjoyable. &amp;nbsp;Next time, we will take our bikes. &amp;nbsp;We finished out with more swimming and some billiards at the condo. &amp;nbsp;Mike kicked my trash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuoAUG4e0z8/TxD2L_tB5VI/AAAAAAAABfg/M5EcQW3QR10/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuoAUG4e0z8/TxD2L_tB5VI/AAAAAAAABfg/M5EcQW3QR10/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhGoJMe-eLo/TxD2cY-v6aI/AAAAAAAABgA/OBugHLcx6Z0/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhGoJMe-eLo/TxD2cY-v6aI/AAAAAAAABgA/OBugHLcx6Z0/s320/065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqRna7UzKtw/TxD2gZFo0uI/AAAAAAAABgI/PJ9B2FK6C20/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqRna7UzKtw/TxD2gZFo0uI/AAAAAAAABgI/PJ9B2FK6C20/s320/067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-933910146452871793?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/933910146452871793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=933910146452871793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/933910146452871793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/933910146452871793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break-2011.html' title='Fall Break 2011'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9hQz9bPNUo/TxD1zVX8THI/AAAAAAAABew/cLJsM1G5v4M/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-360956820457366681</id><published>2011-10-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:54:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair and Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMekcYZw6SI/TxzYcixS71I/AAAAAAAABi0/-JMd24ALZ4E/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMekcYZw6SI/TxzYcixS71I/AAAAAAAABi0/-JMd24ALZ4E/s320/070.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The week before Halloween the girls school does a red ribbon week. &amp;nbsp;The real purpose to help kids say no to drugs, but it seem to me an excuse to have a little Homecoming week for Elementary. &amp;nbsp;It's fun. &amp;nbsp;For crazy hair day, Katelyn wanted a Mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVC3Ifm6x4/TxzYg2glhdI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ic0JwMqyjcU/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVC3Ifm6x4/TxzYg2glhdI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ic0JwMqyjcU/s320/071.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, I tried, but I just didn't know how to get her thick hair to do it. &amp;nbsp;We went with this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUdvnpXYHQ0/TxzYk_6nHaI/AAAAAAAABjE/NhSaPY35exk/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUdvnpXYHQ0/TxzYk_6nHaI/AAAAAAAABjE/NhSaPY35exk/s320/072.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kenna just wanted a little color. &amp;nbsp;That weekend we also carved our pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;Connor carved one, but didn't want a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4gqtv5RY5g/TxzYoHEa6SI/AAAAAAAABjM/5sNNj5KM6xw/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4gqtv5RY5g/TxzYoHEa6SI/AAAAAAAABjM/5sNNj5KM6xw/s320/073.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zr-C1XBHf4c/TxzYsz0IzHI/AAAAAAAABjU/qjgtxGppZDk/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPmY_hHqoa4/TxzYYRwONeI/AAAAAAAABis/n1ufsg3t908/s320/080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I just love it when we can carve our pumpkins outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-360956820457366681?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/360956820457366681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=360956820457366681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/360956820457366681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/360956820457366681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/crazy-hair-and-pumpkins.html' title='Crazy Hair and Pumpkins'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMekcYZw6SI/TxzYcixS71I/AAAAAAAABi0/-JMd24ALZ4E/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-986414943459758135</id><published>2011-10-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:23:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbirds</title><content type='html'>This summer, a lady Mike knew from Rotary invited us to her house to feed hummingbirds. &amp;nbsp;She had trained the birds to eat out of her hand. &amp;nbsp;She was moving, and wanted to share this experience with others before she left. &amp;nbsp;We thought it could be fun, so we loaded up the girls and drove up Logan Canyon to her house. &amp;nbsp;First, she taught them about hummingbirds. &amp;nbsp;She really loves her birds. &amp;nbsp;Then she gave them the food and let them give it a try. &amp;nbsp; The girls had to stand very still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ07hOcJBc8/To0drvvfm5I/AAAAAAAABS4/PoJLcPY6-mw/s1600/IMGP7401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ07hOcJBc8/To0drvvfm5I/AAAAAAAABS4/PoJLcPY6-mw/s320/IMGP7401.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;which was hard because there were also many wasps around that day that wanted in on the sugar water. &amp;nbsp;However, they both had at least one hummingbird come to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17XCZ_N5M4w/To0dkYK_jMI/AAAAAAAABSw/pvu8IA_lz8A/s1600/IMGP7397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17XCZ_N5M4w/To0dkYK_jMI/AAAAAAAABSw/pvu8IA_lz8A/s320/IMGP7397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-litw_KiBHic/To0dobQLs0I/AAAAAAAABS0/mwhPsC2zB8s/s1600/IMGP7398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-litw_KiBHic/To0dobQLs0I/AAAAAAAABS0/mwhPsC2zB8s/s320/IMGP7398.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C04LG7uYG8c/To0dvJJN-zI/AAAAAAAABS8/hjZAhqppoIE/s1600/IMGP7404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C04LG7uYG8c/To0dvJJN-zI/AAAAAAAABS8/hjZAhqppoIE/s320/IMGP7404.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are just a few random moments in the Wallace household. &amp;nbsp;One night when we were reading scriputres, Kenna fell asleep. &amp;nbsp;She was so still, no bobbing head, but she was completely out. She was also pretty mad at me when the flash woke her up and wanted to delete the picture, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-742FPGzi8A0/To0etKgUP2I/AAAAAAAABTA/sDNDk7OjqHw/s1600/IMGP7431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-742FPGzi8A0/To0etKgUP2I/AAAAAAAABTA/sDNDk7OjqHw/s320/IMGP7431.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Skyview had a cowboy and indians day for Homecoming week. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure how they snuck it in, because it can't be politically correct, but the kids had fun with it. &amp;nbsp;This is Connor as a cowboy. &amp;nbsp;We thought he it was a good look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUHPKn7gyXY/To0ex8BgU6I/AAAAAAAABTE/VykcVGfPpw0/s1600/IMGP7487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUHPKn7gyXY/To0ex8BgU6I/AAAAAAAABTE/VykcVGfPpw0/s320/IMGP7487.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-986414943459758135?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/986414943459758135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=986414943459758135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/986414943459758135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/986414943459758135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/hummingbirds.html' title='Hummingbirds'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ07hOcJBc8/To0drvvfm5I/AAAAAAAABS4/PoJLcPY6-mw/s72-c/IMGP7401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2396667980261643580</id><published>2011-10-03T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:24:21.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Sept. 6, 2011, Katelyn left behind single digits forever, sigh. &amp;nbsp;She's ten. &amp;nbsp;That really is a milestone, but we don't always mark it as one. &amp;nbsp;We got to celebrate her birthday for 3 days over Labor Day weekend. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday, "the cousins" came up for dinner. &amp;nbsp;On Monday, we went minature golfing. &amp;nbsp;It would have been nice to have pictures of both of these, but hey, that's the way this year has gone. &amp;nbsp;Tuesday was the big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mm7AZf5t2k/ToqXj5mHaOI/AAAAAAAABSY/t4JawnsUq5I/s1600/IMGP7433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mm7AZf5t2k/ToqXj5mHaOI/AAAAAAAABSY/t4JawnsUq5I/s320/IMGP7433.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The first gift. opened before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6AFYo94te8/ToqXoCWHU5I/AAAAAAAABSc/eMEIeO7Zu2E/s1600/IMGP7434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6AFYo94te8/ToqXoCWHU5I/AAAAAAAABSc/eMEIeO7Zu2E/s320/IMGP7434.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTONhbXsWB0/ToqXsZgyjKI/AAAAAAAABSg/hF9fDRZSy4A/s1600/IMGP7442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTONhbXsWB0/ToqXsZgyjKI/AAAAAAAABSg/hF9fDRZSy4A/s320/IMGP7442.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgtrJV9U44c/ToqXzKN0KKI/AAAAAAAABSk/CHOYw8Wsygc/s1600/IMGP7443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgtrJV9U44c/ToqXzKN0KKI/AAAAAAAABSk/CHOYw8Wsygc/s320/IMGP7443.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ef2-VUSiwI/ToqX4qXVbCI/AAAAAAAABSo/Z2X-xmeg3f8/s1600/IMGP7464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ef2-VUSiwI/ToqX4qXVbCI/AAAAAAAABSo/Z2X-xmeg3f8/s320/IMGP7464.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Monster cupcakes for the friend party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhze1LC0ecg/ToqX8keDxlI/AAAAAAAABSs/gs0oBgFtKWQ/s1600/IMGP7477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhze1LC0ecg/ToqX8keDxlI/AAAAAAAABSs/gs0oBgFtKWQ/s320/IMGP7477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The friends. &amp;nbsp;For her party, Kate just wanted to take some friends to play laser tag. &amp;nbsp;They had a ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2396667980261643580?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2396667980261643580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2396667980261643580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2396667980261643580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2396667980261643580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/double-digits.html' title='Double Digits'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mm7AZf5t2k/ToqXj5mHaOI/AAAAAAAABSY/t4JawnsUq5I/s72-c/IMGP7433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-359019625077739365</id><published>2011-10-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:13:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dh2HcuY7I/ToqUm3y0fNI/AAAAAAAABSA/87OkPECaFqI/s1600/IMGP7417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dh2HcuY7I/ToqUm3y0fNI/AAAAAAAABSA/87OkPECaFqI/s320/IMGP7417.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDUGATCyT4U/ToqUrH-fmwI/AAAAAAAABSE/VuyWmO0RHEM/s1600/IMGP7418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDUGATCyT4U/ToqUrH-fmwI/AAAAAAAABSE/VuyWmO0RHEM/s320/IMGP7418.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor's first day of HIGH SCHOOL. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;He had to go a day earlier than every one else. &amp;nbsp;Sept 23. &amp;nbsp;It was Sophmore day. &amp;nbsp;This was really nice. &amp;nbsp;Just the Sophs went and got tours of the school, etc. to help them feel more comfortable. &amp;nbsp;Mike got in all the first day of school pictures this year, but I only put this one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0mt9t0oulk/ToqUxIRfxSI/AAAAAAAABSI/yq9NVrRI_p8/s1600/IMGP7420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0mt9t0oulk/ToqUxIRfxSI/AAAAAAAABSI/yq9NVrRI_p8/s320/IMGP7420.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chase is the first to leave the house at 6:45. &amp;nbsp;Con goes at 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Unesoa_RyY/ToqU05_vSNI/AAAAAAAABSM/xDYJyc0cjMI/s1600/IMGP7424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Unesoa_RyY/ToqU05_vSNI/AAAAAAAABSM/xDYJyc0cjMI/s320/IMGP7424.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kate and Kenna leave at 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VMUeXGQst4/ToqU83UfIKI/AAAAAAAABSU/bJVDCIqSH7s/s1600/IMGP7429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VMUeXGQst4/ToqU83UfIKI/AAAAAAAABSU/bJVDCIqSH7s/s320/IMGP7429.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTPe0_OUpzM/ToqU5Cxc8iI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4K-_8ACrdBQ/s1600/IMGP7426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTPe0_OUpzM/ToqU5Cxc8iI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4K-_8ACrdBQ/s320/IMGP7426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; First day of school treats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-359019625077739365?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/359019625077739365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=359019625077739365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/359019625077739365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/359019625077739365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dh2HcuY7I/ToqUm3y0fNI/AAAAAAAABSA/87OkPECaFqI/s72-c/IMGP7417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4567489598666798138</id><published>2011-09-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:18:35.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rexburg and Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our other fun outings in Aug were to Rexburg and Bear Lake. &amp;nbsp;Why would anyone go to Rexburg, you ask? &amp;nbsp;To see our good friends the Rowe's of course. &amp;nbsp;We did leave Connor home, though. &amp;nbsp;In spite of missing Connor, we had to much fun. &amp;nbsp;Mike and BJ had to spend the day golfing while Camille and I took the kids to try out Rexburg's new water park. &amp;nbsp;It was a sacrifice, but they did it for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UO40E2Tz3Ag/TnuVeuBVkHI/AAAAAAAABRI/IEjE9xiaOXs/s1600/IMGP7342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UO40E2Tz3Ag/TnuVeuBVkHI/AAAAAAAABRI/IEjE9xiaOXs/s320/IMGP7342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenna and Gracie were&amp;nbsp;synchronized&amp;nbsp;falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQyTmn0Q4I0/TnuVh7gDqhI/AAAAAAAABRM/C1ialpuwEgQ/s1600/IMGP7345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQyTmn0Q4I0/TnuVh7gDqhI/AAAAAAAABRM/C1ialpuwEgQ/s320/IMGP7345.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Camille and Eliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3ntxvtHWa8/TnuVlRMxwfI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vCRmB6C6nAE/s1600/IMGP7348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3ntxvtHWa8/TnuVlRMxwfI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vCRmB6C6nAE/s320/IMGP7348.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hannah on the slide. &amp;nbsp;The kids didn't spend to much time here, they thought the line was to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJt51hBZqE/TnuVoos24yI/AAAAAAAABRU/CvuxxUgOdQQ/s1600/IMGP7355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJt51hBZqE/TnuVoos24yI/AAAAAAAABRU/CvuxxUgOdQQ/s320/IMGP7355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khWlZSkmgOY/TnuVsI72WAI/AAAAAAAABRY/ZOqb-6IdiR0/s1600/IMGP7359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khWlZSkmgOY/TnuVsI72WAI/AAAAAAAABRY/ZOqb-6IdiR0/s320/IMGP7359.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;These two aren't hams at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oY-HIOliRBI/TnuVvSRbkuI/AAAAAAAABRc/6x3uEvIB9HY/s1600/IMGP7364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oY-HIOliRBI/TnuVvSRbkuI/AAAAAAAABRc/6x3uEvIB9HY/s320/IMGP7364.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dave and Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYhTh0p8yNU/TnuVzIk0qAI/AAAAAAAABRg/ofT7dGGRbg8/s1600/IMGP7366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYhTh0p8yNU/TnuVzIk0qAI/AAAAAAAABRg/ofT7dGGRbg8/s320/IMGP7366.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenna and Gracie in the Lazy River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UG8H1I5p8M/TnuV2yh2OWI/AAAAAAAABRk/dpEwe7uF01s/s1600/IMGP7369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UG8H1I5p8M/TnuV2yh2OWI/AAAAAAAABRk/dpEwe7uF01s/s320/IMGP7369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kate and Hannah, it was just a little busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_eYde3NPU/TnuV6Z_TOZI/AAAAAAAABRo/4qN3D1HvG0E/s1600/IMGP7371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_eYde3NPU/TnuV6Z_TOZI/AAAAAAAABRo/4qN3D1HvG0E/s320/IMGP7371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dave and Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on our summer bucket list was a trip to Bear Lake. &amp;nbsp;Some friends of ours went with us for the day. We stopped in Logan Canyon for a hike on the way up, then had lunch at the lake. &amp;nbsp;We didn't have a boat, but they had fun playing in the sand and in the water. &amp;nbsp;I just sat on my bum and talked with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iPsXnNutK8/TnuXcVF9OPI/AAAAAAAABRs/AN-YsQ6cmEo/s1600/IMGP7373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iPsXnNutK8/TnuXcVF9OPI/AAAAAAAABRs/AN-YsQ6cmEo/s320/IMGP7373.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GChtIWIg7Yk/TnuXfgY85XI/AAAAAAAABRw/zzPxy0jZ9TI/s1600/IMGP7375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GChtIWIg7Yk/TnuXfgY85XI/AAAAAAAABRw/zzPxy0jZ9TI/s320/IMGP7375.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Connor and Calvin caught a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKgszp1pOUM/TnuXqAlSiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/Njm3Ka-9x9Y/s1600/IMGP7389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKgszp1pOUM/TnuXqAlSiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/Njm3Ka-9x9Y/s320/IMGP7389.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Milkshakes on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4567489598666798138?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4567489598666798138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4567489598666798138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4567489598666798138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4567489598666798138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/09/rexburg-and-bear-lake.html' title='Rexburg and Bear Lake'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UO40E2Tz3Ag/TnuVeuBVkHI/AAAAAAAABRI/IEjE9xiaOXs/s72-c/IMGP7342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1065549684653554214</id><published>2011-09-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:56:56.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith Morehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of Aug, we went on our annual campout with Jon and Tammie's family. &amp;nbsp;It was one of the best ever. &amp;nbsp;We went just above a reservoir called Smith Morehouse, I believe in Weber Canyon. &amp;nbsp;I found out later that Amy Jo's parents cabin is up that same canyon. &amp;nbsp;It's so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;The girls spend hours playing in the water and climbing on the logs. &amp;nbsp;We often went on obstacle courses with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxsxyf8PHDg/TnuNNX-cGlI/AAAAAAAABP4/h9U8rMyd2Ss/s1600/IMGP7276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxsxyf8PHDg/TnuNNX-cGlI/AAAAAAAABP4/h9U8rMyd2Ss/s320/IMGP7276.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6jFbmzwsZs/TnuNRdWrQMI/AAAAAAAABP8/3CtSyIfTSis/s1600/IMGP7306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6jFbmzwsZs/TnuNRdWrQMI/AAAAAAAABP8/3CtSyIfTSis/s320/IMGP7306.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwWnRUATgKs/TnuNVpSZ-CI/AAAAAAAABQA/x-LtDcstf0c/s1600/IMGP7330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwWnRUATgKs/TnuNVpSZ-CI/AAAAAAAABQA/x-LtDcstf0c/s320/IMGP7330.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys spent a lot of time chopping wood and shooting bb guns, which apparently I didn't get pictures of. &amp;nbsp;Con also made a bracelet and of course, they were always eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9GkfiuEW4/TnuOXF_rCLI/AAAAAAAABQE/syzYYEA58LA/s1600/IMGP7318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9GkfiuEW4/TnuOXF_rCLI/AAAAAAAABQE/syzYYEA58LA/s320/IMGP7318.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws-gNnurqvU/TnuObPXR8QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Rr7y8Vxplh0/s1600/IMGP7325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws-gNnurqvU/TnuObPXR8QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Rr7y8Vxplh0/s320/IMGP7325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids spent hours snake hunting, catching and holding. &amp;nbsp;They really loved this, I certainly don't know why and Jadyn only got bit once. &amp;nbsp;Luckily they were just garter snakes. &amp;nbsp;Half of the campground was closed and the snakes were all over in there, &amp;nbsp;They would even name them, but did let them all go after holding them for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMk_SNGvJQY/TnuPW47NrWI/AAAAAAAABQM/5AYzS_rTIHY/s1600/IMGP7284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMk_SNGvJQY/TnuPW47NrWI/AAAAAAAABQM/5AYzS_rTIHY/s320/IMGP7284.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czTm4XHqtEM/TnuPbNFji2I/AAAAAAAABQQ/y5zJqj4TeZI/s1600/IMGP7290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czTm4XHqtEM/TnuPbNFji2I/AAAAAAAABQQ/y5zJqj4TeZI/s320/IMGP7290.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZAHlZYm-x4/TnuPfBvb_6I/AAAAAAAABQU/FjoJR8BmOFQ/s1600/IMGP7291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZAHlZYm-x4/TnuPfBvb_6I/AAAAAAAABQU/FjoJR8BmOFQ/s320/IMGP7291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dT1rr4bhEYE/TnuPjK_K-SI/AAAAAAAABQY/gWxwNzpO5js/s1600/IMGP7294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dT1rr4bhEYE/TnuPjK_K-SI/AAAAAAAABQY/gWxwNzpO5js/s320/IMGP7294.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7FShj9W5XUA/TnuPnPoZsTI/AAAAAAAABQc/iHqL-RiyJAs/s1600/IMGP7296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7FShj9W5XUA/TnuPnPoZsTI/AAAAAAAABQc/iHqL-RiyJAs/s320/IMGP7296.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all had a super fun marshmellow gun fight. &amp;nbsp;We only had four guns, so we teamed up to go 2 on 2 and did it tournament style. &amp;nbsp;Whoever wasn't playing was a judge. It was pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7R4GPDwzGg/TnuQ30PmylI/AAAAAAAABQg/qI6JLNDrU3k/s1600/IMGP7243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7R4GPDwzGg/TnuQ30PmylI/AAAAAAAABQg/qI6JLNDrU3k/s320/IMGP7243.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CawEoyqTKM/TnuQ71RfUjI/AAAAAAAABQk/jACGYXpdIHA/s1600/IMGP7244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CawEoyqTKM/TnuQ71RfUjI/AAAAAAAABQk/jACGYXpdIHA/s320/IMGP7244.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLK9y6hNSdc/TnuQ_z52Y1I/AAAAAAAABQo/a-j83gMTOs4/s1600/IMGP7249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLK9y6hNSdc/TnuQ_z52Y1I/AAAAAAAABQo/a-j83gMTOs4/s320/IMGP7249.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0adkNxS3pzw/TnuRD-42gdI/AAAAAAAABQs/2MxsrOXIu3Y/s1600/IMGP7251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0adkNxS3pzw/TnuRD-42gdI/AAAAAAAABQs/2MxsrOXIu3Y/s320/IMGP7251.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZziMBa2t08/TnuRHz-7cRI/AAAAAAAABQw/E99nXQQcDhs/s1600/IMGP7252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZziMBa2t08/TnuRHz-7cRI/AAAAAAAABQw/E99nXQQcDhs/s320/IMGP7252.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eknwxRpKehI/TnuRL4I_AyI/AAAAAAAABQ0/z8HUbhF9MQI/s1600/IMGP7254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eknwxRpKehI/TnuRL4I_AyI/AAAAAAAABQ0/z8HUbhF9MQI/s320/IMGP7254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XoPOLWdYHA/TnuRQDWmBjI/AAAAAAAABQ4/nffp63ijaek/s1600/IMGP7258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XoPOLWdYHA/TnuRQDWmBjI/AAAAAAAABQ4/nffp63ijaek/s320/IMGP7258.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last, the adults spend a lot of time doing whatever the kids were doing and also playing games. &amp;nbsp;It was a fabulous trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2GdoUXkfQ/TnuSQwsIotI/AAAAAAAABQ8/yU0__kF8tKg/s1600/IMGP7273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Whew, summer is going so fast. &amp;nbsp;To start this blog, let me just say someone at our house has been really bad at taking pictures this summer. &amp;nbsp;Oh boy.&amp;nbsp;These pictures are all out of order for the month, but I'm going with it, because it will take too long to move it. &amp;nbsp;Last week we went to Lava with our neighbors the Mikesells and the Thompsons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGVvuFwg0-A/Tji3-Pq-zYI/AAAAAAAABN0/Ox-8pyX9t7o/s1600/7-27-2011+9-37-52+AM_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGVvuFwg0-A/Tji3-Pq-zYI/AAAAAAAABN0/Ox-8pyX9t7o/s320/7-27-2011+9-37-52+AM_0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AEGPb0izy4/Tji4ANh7ZDI/AAAAAAAABN4/RPisGdM5jhk/s1600/7-27-2011+10-57-23+AM_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AEGPb0izy4/Tji4ANh7ZDI/AAAAAAAABN4/RPisGdM5jhk/s320/7-27-2011+10-57-23+AM_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor, Chase, and Katelyn went down all of the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKh5YhFziOk/Tji4BhhZYII/AAAAAAAABN8/Oi-xVYkTt68/s1600/7-27-2011+10-57-59+AM_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKh5YhFziOk/Tji4BhhZYII/AAAAAAAABN8/Oi-xVYkTt68/s320/7-27-2011+10-57-59+AM_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lvLkMMOto/Tji4Dl9Qv1I/AAAAAAAABOA/mmf1WTFE40w/s1600/7-27-2011+10-58-20+AM_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lvLkMMOto/Tji4Dl9Qv1I/AAAAAAAABOA/mmf1WTFE40w/s320/7-27-2011+10-58-20+AM_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X272yZjwExg/Tji4Ghz4N-I/AAAAAAAABOI/KCGAYneycdE/s1600/7-27-2011+10-59-55+AM_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X272yZjwExg/Tji4Ghz4N-I/AAAAAAAABOI/KCGAYneycdE/s320/7-27-2011+10-59-55+AM_0008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Here's the big slide group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5h8soZS56M/Tji4ICoZR8I/AAAAAAAABOM/2WfRsWD5Ozg/s1600/7-27-2011+11-02-16+AM_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5h8soZS56M/Tji4ICoZR8I/AAAAAAAABOM/2WfRsWD5Ozg/s320/7-27-2011+11-02-16+AM_0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoNnZhA9IE/Tji4JVqZUsI/AAAAAAAABOQ/aCLoI_CVd0E/s1600/7-27-2011+11-02-23+AM_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoNnZhA9IE/Tji4JVqZUsI/AAAAAAAABOQ/aCLoI_CVd0E/s320/7-27-2011+11-02-23+AM_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGxpgUEOq0/Tji4KeX2AfI/AAAAAAAABOU/9kixWh2Sq_8/s1600/7-27-2011+11-02-54+AM_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGxpgUEOq0/Tji4KeX2AfI/AAAAAAAABOU/9kixWh2Sq_8/s320/7-27-2011+11-02-54+AM_0012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kenna and I went down the red slide. &amp;nbsp;I had so much fun, I just got to hang with Kenna the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLOrWmQ0aF0/Tji4LX2VaDI/AAAAAAAABOY/ruiRwfqtqmU/s1600/7-27-2011+11-04-27+AM_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLOrWmQ0aF0/Tji4LX2VaDI/AAAAAAAABOY/ruiRwfqtqmU/s320/7-27-2011+11-04-27+AM_0013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chase went off the platform. &amp;nbsp;Out of pressure to be a cool mom, I went off it with&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; him once also. &amp;nbsp;There are no pictures of that, too bad. &amp;nbsp;We love Lava. &amp;nbsp;We make sure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; to go at least once each summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v0xzUHRHSQ/Tji4MewY4KI/AAAAAAAABOc/pu2OssfwTMk/s1600/7-27-2011+11-05-16+AM_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4v0xzUHRHSQ/Tji4MewY4KI/AAAAAAAABOc/pu2OssfwTMk/s320/7-27-2011+11-05-16+AM_0014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znqRwtoytxY/Tji4N4AMQ7I/AAAAAAAABOg/2aCkak9K_L8/s1600/7-27-2011+11-05-32+AM_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znqRwtoytxY/Tji4N4AMQ7I/AAAAAAAABOg/2aCkak9K_L8/s320/7-27-2011+11-05-32+AM_0015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5YSGd3g-_Q/Tji4RfXlQRI/AAAAAAAABOk/rEGhY25VGY4/s1600/july+2011+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5YSGd3g-_Q/Tji4RfXlQRI/AAAAAAAABOk/rEGhY25VGY4/s320/july+2011+010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We went to the 4th of July parade in Lewiston. Connor drove us out there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lewiston is a little tiny town, so we thought the parade wouldn't be too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Wrong. &amp;nbsp;Everyone from Cache Valley was there, I swear. &amp;nbsp;We still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjJRb9K_uqg/Tji4VtRdyBI/AAAAAAAABOo/-JByok_4aGY/s1600/july+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjJRb9K_uqg/Tji4VtRdyBI/AAAAAAAABOo/-JByok_4aGY/s320/july+2011+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERM_xcdWKME/Tji4Z0GGelI/AAAAAAAABOs/LI338cicUww/s1600/july+2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERM_xcdWKME/Tji4Z0GGelI/AAAAAAAABOs/LI338cicUww/s320/july+2011+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apparently I have a smudge on my lens for some of these. &amp;nbsp;Sorry. &amp;nbsp;Kids are out getting candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTDMJehVISk/Tji4dlkmkuI/AAAAAAAABOw/tXb-eQqLOqg/s1600/july+2011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTDMJehVISk/Tji4dlkmkuI/AAAAAAAABOw/tXb-eQqLOqg/s320/july+2011+019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In June, Chase took a class called forever Levers. &amp;nbsp;This trebuchet was the result. It's pretty cool and has shot a baseball around 100 yds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0km-HuZ1cA/Tji4h-cVJnI/AAAAAAAABO0/h-2pzU93G64/s1600/july+2011+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0km-HuZ1cA/Tji4h-cVJnI/AAAAAAAABO0/h-2pzU93G64/s320/july+2011+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lMI7iAQT2M/Tji4lkex0II/AAAAAAAABO4/tz5IBHs_sXE/s1600/july+2011+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lMI7iAQT2M/Tji4lkex0II/AAAAAAAABO4/tz5IBHs_sXE/s320/july+2011+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZW9vay_FtQ/Tji4pRsLV7I/AAAAAAAABO8/WwH4ulr46Qc/s1600/july+2011+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZW9vay_FtQ/Tji4pRsLV7I/AAAAAAAABO8/WwH4ulr46Qc/s320/july+2011+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Filling water balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kD3oiOL4udU/Tji4uCUnR2I/AAAAAAAABPA/43hzlCpHp5I/s1600/july+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kD3oiOL4udU/Tji4uCUnR2I/AAAAAAAABPA/43hzlCpHp5I/s320/july+2011+026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Some random dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhY6fdKAG84/Tji4yuF1dJI/AAAAAAAABPE/Zemp8lK4mzk/s1600/july+2011+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhY6fdKAG84/Tji4yuF1dJI/AAAAAAAABPE/Zemp8lK4mzk/s320/july+2011+027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; She looked so funny when she walked, I laughed out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ediPVEdG7BQ/Tji43QG2vxI/AAAAAAAABPI/0JEjFWapjmE/s1600/july+2011+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ediPVEdG7BQ/Tji43QG2vxI/AAAAAAAABPI/0JEjFWapjmE/s320/july+2011+033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mike had a birthday. &amp;nbsp;We spoiled him and he deserves every bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7wuFwcpBj4/Tji47iGOMaI/AAAAAAAABPM/cdDcS9Rf0xk/s1600/july+2011+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7wuFwcpBj4/Tji47iGOMaI/AAAAAAAABPM/cdDcS9Rf0xk/s320/july+2011+039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCGYHoHuYLg/Tji5AaEcuxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/E1y0nz-gHeQ/s1600/july+2011+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCGYHoHuYLg/Tji5AaEcuxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/E1y0nz-gHeQ/s320/july+2011+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The kids took their friends the Mikesells rafting at First Dam. &amp;nbsp;In all the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; time we have lived here, this is the first time we have done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YENyIS-NvOI/Tji5EbhB5ZI/AAAAAAAABPU/QyriQX0i2fg/s1600/july+2011+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YENyIS-NvOI/Tji5EbhB5ZI/AAAAAAAABPU/QyriQX0i2fg/s320/july+2011+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyKxMbnpRYs/Tji5IferQ_I/AAAAAAAABPY/FOd0n9qA4vE/s1600/july+2011+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyKxMbnpRYs/Tji5IferQ_I/AAAAAAAABPY/FOd0n9qA4vE/s320/july+2011+052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bw0OCxz5_g/Tji5M-EYcxI/AAAAAAAABPc/ACFqmwAPxic/s1600/july+2011+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2YRh92CyJM/Tji5h5-wq0I/AAAAAAAABPw/ZEICt3UPoJE/s320/july+2011+064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When Connor was at EFY and Chase was at scout camp, Katie and I got a painting bug. &amp;nbsp;We&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;painted her bike and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InMnKdEyIUs/Tji5mu6-keI/AAAAAAAABP0/M1_KhAC3CsA/s1600/july+2011+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InMnKdEyIUs/Tji5mu6-keI/AAAAAAAABP0/M1_KhAC3CsA/s320/july+2011+065.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;we painted the "red room" &amp;nbsp; The kids are a little mad at me, but I love it. &amp;nbsp;It's Wisteria, my favorite bluey purple. &amp;nbsp;In between all of this was girl's camp, Chase coming home from scout camp sick and many trips to Layton. &amp;nbsp;Papa and Nanie took my kids for a weekend to hang out and go fishing. &amp;nbsp;They had so much fun. &amp;nbsp;We also got to go to the temple with my nephew as he got ready to go on his mission. &amp;nbsp;He leaves for the Scotland/Ireland mission on Thursday. &amp;nbsp;Good luck Tyler. &amp;nbsp;We love you and appreciate your example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7971158165152555550?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7971158165152555550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7971158165152555550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7971158165152555550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7971158165152555550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-bye-july.html' title='Good bye July'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGVvuFwg0-A/Tji3-Pq-zYI/AAAAAAAABN0/Ox-8pyX9t7o/s72-c/7-27-2011+9-37-52+AM_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4857550770638638424</id><published>2011-06-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:40:05.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer (maybe)!</title><content type='html'>It's so warm today, we have our fingers crossed that summer might actually be making an appearance. &amp;nbsp;It's good to see her!&lt;br /&gt;Foot Update: &amp;nbsp;After 6 fabulous weeks on crutches, my foot still hurt when the doc pressed on it. &amp;nbsp;He felt something unusual and took an x-ray (a different angle than normal apparently) and found a lump of bone growing where it shouldn't on my big toe bone. &amp;nbsp;He had never seen it before. &amp;nbsp;Now, after an MRI and consulting with a podiatrist in Washington State with many more years experience, he is fairly certain this little bone wart is causing all my pain. &amp;nbsp;The Washington doc has also never seen this, is kind-of excited about it and thinks my doc should "write it up" &amp;nbsp;Not sure how I feel about this. &amp;nbsp;Definately don't think it's "cool". &amp;nbsp;Anyhow I will probably have surgery to remove this in the next month or so, when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exciting and fun news, my neighbor and friend, Michelle and I are trying to start a prom dress rental business. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if it will work, but we have been having lots of fun. &amp;nbsp;Michelle explained it very well on our blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thepromlocker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thepromlocker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg9mTDNLYlU/TgI9xHhavnI/AAAAAAAABNY/5QWmIwISqoY/s1600/may+2011+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg9mTDNLYlU/TgI9xHhavnI/AAAAAAAABNY/5QWmIwISqoY/s320/may+2011+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kenna had her 7th birthday. &amp;nbsp;The best present of all was having her best friend Gracie come from Rexburg for the weekend. &amp;nbsp;These two just don't forget each other and when they get back together, it's like they were never apart. &amp;nbsp;We are looking forward to a weekend with them in Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6pkHGa77O8/TgI91Y7SsrI/AAAAAAAABNc/x2glYDCAKgE/s1600/may+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6pkHGa77O8/TgI91Y7SsrI/AAAAAAAABNc/x2glYDCAKgE/s320/may+2011+035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yd5LNshcTD0/TgI95d9G4WI/AAAAAAAABNg/tYaONEitazg/s1600/may+2011+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yd5LNshcTD0/TgI95d9G4WI/AAAAAAAABNg/tYaONEitazg/s320/may+2011+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQC-yT0wFRU/TgI98dUGtCI/AAAAAAAABNk/P94wgkPbyKk/s1600/may+2011+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQC-yT0wFRU/TgI98dUGtCI/AAAAAAAABNk/P94wgkPbyKk/s320/may+2011+044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kenna also "graduated" from 1st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdbL7uKUEJk/TgI-A7eonNI/AAAAAAAABNo/fjvGThVwWUw/s1600/may+2011+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdbL7uKUEJk/TgI-A7eonNI/AAAAAAAABNo/fjvGThVwWUw/s320/may+2011+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last Tuesday, we had a very fun day at Lagoon with our Wallace family. &amp;nbsp;It was actually warm. &amp;nbsp;The big kids took off on their own and tried to ride every ride in the park. &amp;nbsp;They almost made it. &amp;nbsp;Mike and I spent most of our time with Kenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz1hN-hWjO4/TgI-Eq2SZHI/AAAAAAAABNs/3Lmah1aZhkU/s1600/may+2011+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz1hN-hWjO4/TgI-Eq2SZHI/AAAAAAAABNs/3Lmah1aZhkU/s320/may+2011+052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DyElynyY6Q/TgI-JJWUyKI/AAAAAAAABNw/zQtyA2wMfqc/s1600/may+2011+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DyElynyY6Q/TgI-JJWUyKI/AAAAAAAABNw/zQtyA2wMfqc/s320/may+2011+064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Connor is taking drivers ed. &amp;nbsp;He will be done today and we will get his learner's permit and start practicing. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4857550770638638424?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4857550770638638424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4857550770638638424&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4857550770638638424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4857550770638638424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-maybe.html' title='Summer (maybe)!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg9mTDNLYlU/TgI9xHhavnI/AAAAAAAABNY/5QWmIwISqoY/s72-c/may+2011+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8335858260619175721</id><published>2011-05-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:14:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWpFDIyv9Uc/TdBoWfswvqI/AAAAAAAABMA/HMIjqH4rUQo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWpFDIyv9Uc/TdBoWfswvqI/AAAAAAAABMA/HMIjqH4rUQo/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A lot can happen in 5 weeks, even if I feel like I have spent a lot of it parked on my couch reading. &amp;nbsp;Good news-only one more week on crutches. &amp;nbsp;I can make it. &amp;nbsp;Thanks goodness for all the little trips and things to help this time go by faster. &amp;nbsp;Kate, Kenna and I mad this house over spring break from a cardboard box, egg cartons, and scrapbook paper. &amp;nbsp;Idea from Family Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KGL749oEiM/TdBoaCQQHTI/AAAAAAAABME/wALPerHJJ-M/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KGL749oEiM/TdBoaCQQHTI/AAAAAAAABME/wALPerHJJ-M/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor turned 15 in April. &amp;nbsp;We were at &amp;nbsp;Mike's parents. &amp;nbsp;These pictures are before and after shower. &amp;nbsp;He can get his learners permit to drive now and has applied for a summer job teaching swim lessons. &amp;nbsp;We'll see if he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgdYxuQm8Wg/TdBoeZM4InI/AAAAAAAABMI/_Qf9m7GKl2s/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgdYxuQm8Wg/TdBoeZM4InI/AAAAAAAABMI/_Qf9m7GKl2s/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH5gumUoa3I/TdBoiYxDnKI/AAAAAAAABMM/RnnWHLuMCTg/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH5gumUoa3I/TdBoiYxDnKI/AAAAAAAABMM/RnnWHLuMCTg/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate, Chase and Kenna went with Papa to buy some new chickens. &amp;nbsp;They had a great time holding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS7zByjG2ng/TdBomUAsnCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DsCLdRxJpZk/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS7zByjG2ng/TdBomUAsnCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DsCLdRxJpZk/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZUZibPdWok/TdBoqXMZKgI/AAAAAAAABMU/wCFIOQarMPQ/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZUZibPdWok/TdBoqXMZKgI/AAAAAAAABMU/wCFIOQarMPQ/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Papa always serves at &amp;nbsp;least a 3 course breakfast to my kiddos. &amp;nbsp;He brings it all in to them. &amp;nbsp;They love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFoc66BmjC8/TdBouiyFC0I/AAAAAAAABMY/SZ7mYXc4h6w/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFoc66BmjC8/TdBouiyFC0I/AAAAAAAABMY/SZ7mYXc4h6w/s320/030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase's first backpacking trip with the scouts. &amp;nbsp;In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFP1iTWOoL8/TdBoyq-2EBI/AAAAAAAABMc/_m3R7Zs3BoU/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFP1iTWOoL8/TdBoyq-2EBI/AAAAAAAABMc/_m3R7Zs3BoU/s320/037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate gets braces. &amp;nbsp;Just on her front four teeth for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySwiUE_Y08s/TdBo2Xq2_tI/AAAAAAAABMg/Vr9gFqytKeY/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySwiUE_Y08s/TdBo2Xq2_tI/AAAAAAAABMg/Vr9gFqytKeY/s320/042.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYNXxYH-kp8/TdBo6r2spZI/AAAAAAAABMk/DvEoRPPYAK0/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYNXxYH-kp8/TdBo6r2spZI/AAAAAAAABMk/DvEoRPPYAK0/s320/045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fh-o8o_NRo/TdBo-KTVGGI/AAAAAAAABMo/WXAtBnoo6Xc/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fh-o8o_NRo/TdBo-KTVGGI/AAAAAAAABMo/WXAtBnoo6Xc/s320/051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Easter in Mackay. &amp;nbsp;My kids found 4 dozen eggs. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;What do you do with that? &amp;nbsp;Kenna ran so fast, Grandpa couldn't keep up for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CE7brO-J7qY/TdBpLpTYhZI/AAAAAAAABM0/I5gu8d1zFH0/s320/087.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kenna found out Grandma and Grandpa's cherry tree was the perfect size for her to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxpnHR1ABrg/TdBpPS2eJOI/AAAAAAAABM4/O9ZvqMSnZN4/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxpnHR1ABrg/TdBpPS2eJOI/AAAAAAAABM4/O9ZvqMSnZN4/s320/093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awesome trip to Boise for Emily's baptism. &amp;nbsp;My kids fought over who would push me at the zoo. &amp;nbsp;Chase was a bit upset he won for this hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYXTEEY2Ny4/TdBpTbwmBDI/AAAAAAAABM8/fzCGeSe0h5c/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2uN9UcN4AE/TdBptNrYFSI/AAAAAAAABNU/bi19H5tvksA/s1600/154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2uN9UcN4AE/TdBptNrYFSI/AAAAAAAABNU/bi19H5tvksA/s320/154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate and Chase sat on the Gators Swimming float for Smithfield's Health Days Parade. &amp;nbsp;One of my favorite&amp;nbsp;oxymorons&amp;nbsp;as they throw enough candy to fill a grocery bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8335858260619175721?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8335858260619175721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8335858260619175721&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8335858260619175721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8335858260619175721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWpFDIyv9Uc/TdBoWfswvqI/AAAAAAAABMA/HMIjqH4rUQo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-7562382727053504675</id><published>2011-04-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:54:51.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The crutch of the matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTJnYchYJhXw3N_gX2Z9hLnkiFBx9S1j1aOW7lumxdFfHuzjG8ZUw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTJnYchYJhXw3N_gX2Z9hLnkiFBx9S1j1aOW7lumxdFfHuzjG8ZUw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anytime life gets to easy we need a new challenge, right? &amp;nbsp;About 8 months ago, my foot started to hurt. &amp;nbsp;I thought no problem, time for new workout shoes. &amp;nbsp;Got em, didn't work. &amp;nbsp;So I thought, no problem, I'll stop doing the exercises that hurt it most. Didn't work. &amp;nbsp;I thought, no problem, I'll live with it and it will heal eventually, you guessed it, didn't work. &amp;nbsp;In Oct. I went to a foot doc. &amp;nbsp;X-rays say no bone problems, but he thinks I have an inflamed seismoid. &amp;nbsp;Ok. &amp;nbsp;Takes a while to heal. &amp;nbsp;Have a cortisone shot, wear these pads in your shoe and ice it. &amp;nbsp;No problem, &amp;nbsp;I ask is there anything I shouldn't do. &amp;nbsp;He says don't do anything that makes it hurt. Oh, funny like walk. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I go back one month later, it's not much better. &amp;nbsp;Doc says another cort shot. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't listen when I tell him pain has changed. &amp;nbsp;Says I told you it would take a long time to heal. &amp;nbsp;Decide this doc is conceited jerk. &amp;nbsp;Decide to live with it again. &amp;nbsp;Then in March, I went to another foot doc, more highly recommended. &amp;nbsp;He is baffled by my foot. &amp;nbsp;Says I am describing 2 different things, both inflammation and a neuroma(some nerve problem) but neuromas don't happen in that area of the foot. &amp;nbsp;He listened to me and was great, but I was just praying inwardly he would find something and be able to help me. &amp;nbsp;He tried one more cort shot and gave me inserts from my shoes, plus a whole list of things I shouldn't do. &amp;nbsp;Tried it faithfully one month, no better. &amp;nbsp;When I went back he did an ultrasound on my poor foot. &amp;nbsp;It looks as if a tiny little piece of this seismoid has broken off and is hanging out, no healing, but not breaking completely off. &amp;nbsp;I have 2 choices 1. surgery to remove it. &amp;nbsp;2. &amp;nbsp;Get some crutches and a boot, totally&amp;nbsp;immobilize&amp;nbsp;and keep all weight off the foot for 6 wks and see if it will heal.. Doc recommended #2, even though he isn't sure it will work. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't love to do that surgery. &amp;nbsp;So after that long story, the end is I'm on crutches for 6 wks. &amp;nbsp;It's a bit harder than I imagined, but luckily my kids and Mike are super great to help. We're just praying that it will work. &amp;nbsp;I don't make it to the computer much cause it's downstairs and I'm lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7562382727053504675?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7562382727053504675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7562382727053504675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7562382727053504675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7562382727053504675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/04/crutch-of-matter.html' title='The crutch of the matter'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5035065583254141700</id><published>2011-03-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:32:52.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sewing</title><content type='html'>I've been good friends with my sewing machine lately and it's soooo much fun. &amp;nbsp;I've broken into the world of quilting a little bit. &amp;nbsp;It's harder than I thought, all that precision cutting and perfection. &amp;nbsp;I've just done some small projects and I'm still pretty frustrated when everything doesn't turn out square, but you have to start somewhere. so far, I've done this pillow and a table runner for my mom and Mike's mom. &amp;nbsp;I didn't take pictures of the table runners, darn it. &amp;nbsp;I am also working &amp;nbsp;on a runner for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3BbP3bisU/TZIy7NplGTI/AAAAAAAABL8/lMnlrF4fpRc/s1600/352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3BbP3bisU/TZIy7NplGTI/AAAAAAAABL8/lMnlrF4fpRc/s320/352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last Saturday, however, I saw a skirt online that I had to try for Kenna. &amp;nbsp;I thought is was so cute and it was made from a t-shirt. &amp;nbsp;This is how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XauTaeZ4Lj4/TZIymcZpQYI/AAAAAAAABLo/mEpwk58zgnc/s1600/347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XauTaeZ4Lj4/TZIymcZpQYI/AAAAAAAABLo/mEpwk58zgnc/s320/347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to add some flowers to a white t-shirt to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95pCryJf8fM/TZIyutorh0I/AAAAAAAABLw/xdPjYbgQx9U/s1600/349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95pCryJf8fM/TZIyutorh0I/AAAAAAAABLw/xdPjYbgQx9U/s320/349.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0nBtfe8uN8/TZIyiMUgJGI/AAAAAAAABLk/yrTRM0q8WNo/s1600/346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0nBtfe8uN8/TZIyiMUgJGI/AAAAAAAABLk/yrTRM0q8WNo/s320/346.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLh7biO3C4c/TZIyyk1KUCI/AAAAAAAABL0/HfBWvU_VEwI/s1600/350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLh7biO3C4c/TZIyyk1KUCI/AAAAAAAABL0/HfBWvU_VEwI/s320/350.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think it turned out pretty well and Kennadee seems to like it too! &amp;nbsp;It's a good thing I have her to sew for. &amp;nbsp;If you want to see the original. &amp;nbsp;it's here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lukeandhailiegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/jcrew-diy-skirt.html"&gt;http://lukeandhailiegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/jcrew-diy-skirt.html&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5035065583254141700?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5035065583254141700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5035065583254141700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5035065583254141700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5035065583254141700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-sewing.html' title='Some Sewing'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3BbP3bisU/TZIy7NplGTI/AAAAAAAABL8/lMnlrF4fpRc/s72-c/352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-26870287582179941</id><published>2011-03-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:32:32.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NiwEOHnM7qA/TY4izSguvOI/AAAAAAAABLc/-bncil2SNHc/s1600/wallace-winter+258+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NiwEOHnM7qA/TY4izSguvOI/AAAAAAAABLc/-bncil2SNHc/s320/wallace-winter+258+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Katie: &amp;nbsp;Mom, someone at the ski resort asked me today if you were there. &amp;nbsp;She said I looked just like you. &amp;nbsp;I'm sick of hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry you're tired of hearing that. &amp;nbsp;Lots of people see to think you look like me.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: &amp;nbsp;It's ok, Mom. &amp;nbsp;I think you're beautiful. &amp;nbsp;(Oh, how sweet)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Thank you. &amp;nbsp;I think you are more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katie: &amp;nbsp;That's just because you are getting old, Mom. &amp;nbsp;(Sigh, back to reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KOJAv3KI9Gs/TY4i66ZigjI/AAAAAAAABLg/8Wv1B1QDuvE/s1600/wallace-winter+208+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KOJAv3KI9Gs/TY4i66ZigjI/AAAAAAAABLg/8Wv1B1QDuvE/s320/wallace-winter+208+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-26870287582179941?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/26870287582179941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=26870287582179941&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/26870287582179941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/26870287582179941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversation-with-katie.html' title='A conversation with Katie'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NiwEOHnM7qA/TY4izSguvOI/AAAAAAAABLc/-bncil2SNHc/s72-c/wallace-winter+258+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2489440146457353161</id><published>2011-03-03T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:57:48.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Hc9gMgRFo50/TXB9DIa-8fI/AAAAAAAABKo/tQmsbpvi4nk/s1600/wallace-winter+412+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Hc9gMgRFo50/TXB9DIa-8fI/AAAAAAAABKo/tQmsbpvi4nk/s320/wallace-winter+412+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been forever, and we haven't been busy at all. &amp;nbsp;I have wanted to get to this, kind-of, but today I think it's going to be a short list of many happenings. &amp;nbsp;First of all, Mike has changed jobs. &amp;nbsp;He is still with Zions, but not managing. &amp;nbsp;His position is call Executive Banking. &amp;nbsp;He works with a certain list of clients. &amp;nbsp;So far, so good. &amp;nbsp;I have been doing some substituting and was also called to the Stake YW Presidency, 1st counselor. &amp;nbsp;Shocking, I know. &amp;nbsp;Other that that it's been: &amp;nbsp;family pictures, tell me which you like best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M_32X5VAun8/TXB8x3zi1HI/AAAAAAAABKk/dqrANvh4FQM/s1600/wallace-winter+051+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M_32X5VAun8/TXB8x3zi1HI/AAAAAAAABKk/dqrANvh4FQM/s320/wallace-winter+051+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SWIMMING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8sh8b7R8WwI/TXB9HLd2K5I/AAAAAAAABKs/bGMRm5OA2z8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8sh8b7R8WwI/TXB9HLd2K5I/AAAAAAAABKs/bGMRm5OA2z8/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DWpQ5Kgo7eY/TXB9jMF-vOI/AAAAAAAABLI/KhgVGKHNTAM/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DWpQ5Kgo7eY/TXB9jMF-vOI/AAAAAAAABLI/KhgVGKHNTAM/s320/135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usyiXb4W0dk/TXB-PPELqhI/AAAAAAAABLU/j5k6a5Zk6gY/s1600/Connor+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usyiXb4W0dk/TXB-PPELqhI/AAAAAAAABLU/j5k6a5Zk6gY/s320/Connor+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uWFzPhiOZrE/TXB-cXmKOXI/AAAAAAAABLY/zXogUxjqU6w/s1600/Connormore+213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uWFzPhiOZrE/TXB-cXmKOXI/AAAAAAAABLY/zXogUxjqU6w/s320/Connormore+213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SKIING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qIHSHwGM_1E/TXB9SsLmV0I/AAAAAAAABK4/V8lL1hiWnyY/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qIHSHwGM_1E/TXB9SsLmV0I/AAAAAAAABK4/V8lL1hiWnyY/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zwX-lVplQQU/TXB9mm2s6DI/AAAAAAAABLM/M9YxUoXtGQk/s1600/152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zwX-lVplQQU/TXB9mm2s6DI/AAAAAAAABLM/M9YxUoXtGQk/s320/152.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SLEDDING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XWBmAoRVUE4/TXB9pmFyjEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/n5KPEB-04UU/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XWBmAoRVUE4/TXB9pmFyjEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/n5KPEB-04UU/s320/162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOOSING TEETH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one helped out by a big brothers foot. &amp;nbsp;I LOVE the toothless smile. &amp;nbsp;It's one of my favorite ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrUVSs1jKyQ/TXB9O35l3XI/AAAAAAAABK0/PoMSRV09Y-M/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrUVSs1jKyQ/TXB9O35l3XI/AAAAAAAABK0/PoMSRV09Y-M/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nbaMgD_afa8/TXB9a08cntI/AAAAAAAABLA/kBUywR60W6M/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nbaMgD_afa8/TXB9a08cntI/AAAAAAAABLA/kBUywR60W6M/s320/111.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a 12th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eFxVZdJ9LCk/TXB9e8tS7aI/AAAAAAAABLE/WT-yQuMixUo/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eFxVZdJ9LCk/TXB9e8tS7aI/AAAAAAAABLE/WT-yQuMixUo/s320/122.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Whew, I need to keep up better. &amp;nbsp;That's LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2489440146457353161?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2489440146457353161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2489440146457353161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2489440146457353161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2489440146457353161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Hc9gMgRFo50/TXB9DIa-8fI/AAAAAAAABKo/tQmsbpvi4nk/s72-c/wallace-winter+412+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5380500166680348765</id><published>2011-01-09T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:32:00.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Rockstar</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, while we were in the car, Kenna told me she just couldn't decide what she wanted to be when she grew up: &amp;nbsp;a cowboy or a rockstar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpf_cYrTcI/AAAAAAAABI4/5i293o81QHI/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpf_cYrTcI/AAAAAAAABI4/5i293o81QHI/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She really liked them both, and she did say cowboy, not cowgirl. &amp;nbsp;If she was a cowboy she could have a horse, but if she was a rockstar she could sing on a stage. &amp;nbsp;I suggested she should be a cowboy rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpgX3P-lLI/AAAAAAAABJA/LJlQ272HI68/s1600/157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpgX3P-lLI/AAAAAAAABJA/LJlQ272HI68/s320/157.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She didn't really think that they went together and she would have to choose. This outfit she put together after Christmas just screams Cowboy Rockstar to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpg3-fFRGI/AAAAAAAABJI/ZBXU7F2COgo/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpg3-fFRGI/AAAAAAAABJI/ZBXU7F2COgo/s320/162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5380500166680348765?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5380500166680348765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5380500166680348765&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5380500166680348765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5380500166680348765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/01/cowboy-rockstar.html' title='Cowboy Rockstar'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpf_cYrTcI/AAAAAAAABI4/5i293o81QHI/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-607132830444084495</id><published>2011-01-09T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:33:31.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor may have done his Eagle Scout Project back in Aug. &amp;nbsp;but we just got around to having his court of honor on Dec. 29th. &amp;nbsp;He actually had his border review and was approved as an Eagle on 10-10-10 which is nice because it's an easy date to remember. &amp;nbsp;Chase actually received his first 2 merit badges at the&amp;nbsp;beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSph0JG0ZPI/AAAAAAAABJM/rBAJFQl-0uM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSph0JG0ZPI/AAAAAAAABJM/rBAJFQl-0uM/s320/027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Three other boys also received their Eagle that night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdg-XBE6I/AAAAAAAABIs/uQ_LNCmmvNY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdg-XBE6I/AAAAAAAABIs/uQ_LNCmmvNY/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to speak a little about Connor, they presented each boy with his Eagle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdcNz0uBI/AAAAAAAABIo/O9WmFLvvQvI/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdcNz0uBI/AAAAAAAABIo/O9WmFLvvQvI/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then each boy gave out a "mentor" pin. &amp;nbsp;This is a new thing, allowing the boys to recognize someone instrumental in helping &amp;nbsp;him get his Eagle. &amp;nbsp;Connor chose one of his scout leaders, Everett Anderson. &amp;nbsp;He is a major scouter and really helped Connor alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdlgzdS5I/AAAAAAAABIw/hQcqbZKp3YE/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdlgzdS5I/AAAAAAAABIw/hQcqbZKp3YE/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then the stake gave them each a tie tack of a stripling warrior. &amp;nbsp;It was a nice night. &amp;nbsp;Kim and Mary drove up through an awful snowstorm to be there and brought most of Connor's cousins. &amp;nbsp;We are sooooo proud of him. &amp;nbsp;Here he is taking his Eagle Oath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdtvyNPvI/AAAAAAAABI0/wUJnkWJs2x4/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSpdtvyNPvI/AAAAAAAABI0/wUJnkWJs2x4/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-607132830444084495?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/607132830444084495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=607132830444084495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/607132830444084495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/607132830444084495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-all-about-connor.html' title='It&apos;s all about Connor'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TSph0JG0ZPI/AAAAAAAABJM/rBAJFQl-0uM/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6584492107572631022</id><published>2010-12-12T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:28:26.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenna's singing debut</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's a funny. &amp;nbsp;When I first typed the title, I left out a g so it said Kenna's sinning debut. &amp;nbsp;He he. &amp;nbsp;I hope not. &amp;nbsp;This fall we signed Kennadee up for a singing group called Tavaci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TQV64T6WUDI/AAAAAAAABIM/6U5xAja9uno/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TQV64T6WUDI/AAAAAAAABIM/6U5xAja9uno/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Actually, a performing arts group, according to their sign. &amp;nbsp;Since she is always singing, sometimes just &amp;nbsp;her sentences, we thought she might like it. &amp;nbsp;She has, but I"m not sure which she likes more, the singing or the piece of candy they give her each week. &amp;nbsp;She had her first performance last night. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't seen one before and I was impressed with what a good job the teachers did with these kiddos. &amp;nbsp;The video is kind-of long. &amp;nbsp;I put it on mostly for mom and dad. &amp;nbsp;The last clip is just what happens when Kenna gets a hold of our video camera on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1JFRMCgxSw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1JFRMCgxSw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf36db5cece563d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf36db5cece563d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331275325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D652D0FB137EBE44A5A5D70A0CF5603AA41361F5.5C255B425CEED4AFFF88C316C89420C3179BBEFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf36db5cece563d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZVFzP7VrYbVxCBIckLMC12FS9A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf36db5cece563d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331275325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D652D0FB137EBE44A5A5D70A0CF5603AA41361F5.5C255B425CEED4AFFF88C316C89420C3179BBEFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf36db5cece563d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZVFzP7VrYbVxCBIckLMC12FS9A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6584492107572631022?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6584492107572631022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6584492107572631022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6584492107572631022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6584492107572631022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/12/kennas-singing-debut.html' title='Kenna&apos;s singing debut'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TQV64T6WUDI/AAAAAAAABIM/6U5xAja9uno/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-850849548830500720</id><published>2010-12-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:20:19.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GWBwMVpI/AAAAAAAABH0/HKSQdft9R2Y/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GWBwMVpI/AAAAAAAABH0/HKSQdft9R2Y/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we FINALLY! took our kids rock climbing. &amp;nbsp;It's been something they have asked to do for a long time. &amp;nbsp;First, Mike and I had to learn how to belay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GRNlJKlI/AAAAAAAABHw/xgpOv28Q0p0/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GRNlJKlI/AAAAAAAABHw/xgpOv28Q0p0/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had decided that this trip, we would just let the kids climb, since someone always had to belay. &amp;nbsp;Once we passed off our knots, the kids were good to go. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe how much they loved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GfO2xQ4I/AAAAAAAABH8/Vg6S5rYNBQQ/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GfO2xQ4I/AAAAAAAABH8/Vg6S5rYNBQQ/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor had an advantage due to height and swimming muscles, so it was easier for him. &amp;nbsp;Kate wasn't far behind him. &amp;nbsp;She was fast, maybe because she doesn't have much weight to pull up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Gj5PF1vI/AAAAAAAABIA/nMsUk-uGBtM/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Gj5PF1vI/AAAAAAAABIA/nMsUk-uGBtM/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase loved it, but he had to work the hardest of all of them. &amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;preserved&amp;nbsp;and made it to the top. &amp;nbsp;Kenna was pretty scared at first. &amp;nbsp;She didn't believe the ropes would hold her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GoUFW9xI/AAAAAAAABIE/sDit-6x3XTo/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GoUFW9xI/AAAAAAAABIE/sDit-6x3XTo/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She did quite well, but never went as high as the others. &amp;nbsp;Ok by me. &amp;nbsp;When Mike was on the belay for them, he did Farmer Brown, what will you give me if I let you Down? &amp;nbsp;Silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Gs6tlEbI/AAAAAAAABII/bCFb8ZkDUgs/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Gs6tlEbI/AAAAAAAABII/bCFb8ZkDUgs/s320/065.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GaYT_DBI/AAAAAAAABH4/ghMfmjgidHI/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GaYT_DBI/AAAAAAAABH4/ghMfmjgidHI/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-850849548830500720?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/850849548830500720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=850849548830500720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/850849548830500720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/850849548830500720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/12/climbing-walls.html' title='Climbing the walls'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8GWBwMVpI/AAAAAAAABH0/HKSQdft9R2Y/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6716177046351383239</id><published>2010-12-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:09:10.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Eb7jmv-I/AAAAAAAABHk/xxA5a21UXeg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8Eb7jmv-I/AAAAAAAABHk/xxA5a21UXeg/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So this actually happened about 3 weeks ago on Nov. 21st, but I'm still putting it on anyway. &amp;nbsp;We got our first real snow that Sunday. &amp;nbsp;It was about 4 inches and the perfect kind for snowmen, snowballs, all that. &amp;nbsp;My girls were so excited, they were first out to play. &amp;nbsp;Then Mike and I and Connor decided to join them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8EgKQvpoI/AAAAAAAABHo/VC3pIsFSKHc/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8EgKQvpoI/AAAAAAAABHo/VC3pIsFSKHc/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase is missing from the first few photos cause he was mad about something. &amp;nbsp;He cooled off and came out later. &amp;nbsp;The girls and I made the snowman, while Con and Mike tried to see how big they could get the snowballs. &amp;nbsp;Our snowman fell on his face that night. &amp;nbsp;We got another foot of snow later that week. &amp;nbsp;Now it's about gone because we've had rain. &amp;nbsp;The good news is Beaver was able to open earlier than usual. &amp;nbsp;I'm going skiing tomorrow and Mike and the kids (minus Connor) are going Saturday. &amp;nbsp;Yahoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TP8EkFuf0PI/AAAAAAAABHs/LezRi2c4yuo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrUKKeIitI/AAAAAAAABHc/WQ9ozrKk5i4/s320/053.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connor made Sky View's swim team this fall. &amp;nbsp;Go Connor! &amp;nbsp;We need to thank Aunt Karen for starting us on this path. &amp;nbsp;About two summers ago, while watching Connor swim across the beaver pond at Wildhorse, she commented on what a pretty stroke he had. &amp;nbsp;Said he should be a swimmer. &amp;nbsp;I had tried to get Con to try swimming a couple of years before, but he hadn't been interested. &amp;nbsp;That comment got both he and I thinking about it again. &amp;nbsp;That fall he took one more set of lessons, then starting swimming for an age-group team called the Gators. &amp;nbsp;One year of hard work later, he made the high school team and he LOVES it. &amp;nbsp;So THANK YOU Karen. &amp;nbsp;Chase and Katie are both swimming for Gators now also. &amp;nbsp;Things we love about swimming:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. &amp;nbsp;It keeps you in awesome shape&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. &amp;nbsp;You can do it your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. &amp;nbsp;You mostly compete against yourself. &amp;nbsp;My kids don't do well with the pressure of a team sport like soccer,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. &amp;nbsp;You're still a part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5. It's both boys and girls, so you can make lots of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;6. &amp;nbsp;It's competitive (you give it your best) but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7. &amp;nbsp;It's not about winning and losing, just getting your best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrVVepyymI/AAAAAAAABHg/52QV2A2YKsk/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrVVepyymI/AAAAAAAABHg/52QV2A2YKsk/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so fun as a parent to have my kids be excited about this. &amp;nbsp;I don't have to make him go to practice. &amp;nbsp;He wants to. &amp;nbsp;It's a big&amp;nbsp;commitment. &amp;nbsp;He swims everyday after school and three days before. &amp;nbsp;He is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;learning to budget his time and to work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7480421070507087601?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7480421070507087601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7480421070507087601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7480421070507087601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7480421070507087601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-of-swimmer.html' title='Story of a Swimmer'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrUKKeIitI/AAAAAAAABHc/WQ9ozrKk5i4/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8575081829235383826</id><published>2010-11-10T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:10:48.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Billy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrSCrAEvUI/AAAAAAAABHY/B7plgXqwCEg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrSCrAEvUI/AAAAAAAABHY/B7plgXqwCEg/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first of October, Mike and Chase came home with Billy. &amp;nbsp;Chase had found him at a garage sale and bought it. &amp;nbsp;He was giddy with excitement. &amp;nbsp;He set it all up in the yard, found tent stakes to make sure "he" wouldn't fall over. &amp;nbsp;That day saw an elaborate game with all the neighbor kids with one team protecting &amp;nbsp;Billy and the other trying to "kill" him by turning off his power source. &amp;nbsp;I personally really, really don't like yard blow-ups. &amp;nbsp;However, I pretended to like Billy-the things you do for your kids. &amp;nbsp;Chase made sure he was one every night all month. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, Billy is now gone. &amp;nbsp;Till next year, Billy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8575081829235383826?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8575081829235383826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8575081829235383826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8575081829235383826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8575081829235383826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/11/meet-billy.html' title='Meet Billy'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrSCrAEvUI/AAAAAAAABHY/B7plgXqwCEg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8413197486432305604</id><published>2010-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:06:54.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNLM7oe8I/AAAAAAAABHA/oTbAlGrOw1E/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNLM7oe8I/AAAAAAAABHA/oTbAlGrOw1E/s320/037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again we had some interesting costume choices this year. &amp;nbsp;My favorite thing about Halloween in seeing what my kids come up with and then figuring out how to make it happen. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think Connor would dress up this year, he didn't trick or treat. &amp;nbsp;But a couple of days before our ward carnival, he decided &amp;nbsp;he would like to be Jack Skellington (think Nightmare before Christmas). &amp;nbsp;He really likes Jack for some reason. &amp;nbsp;He bought 2 jack shirts in Disney World. &amp;nbsp;Anyway one trip to D.I. for a women's blazer that I added tails and pinstripes to and Poco Loco for a swim cap and he was done. &amp;nbsp;Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNGpC1dzI/AAAAAAAABG8/LwkzOWhY88s/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNGpC1dzI/AAAAAAAABG8/LwkzOWhY88s/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, Miss Katelyn wanted to be a black ghost. &amp;nbsp;Ok. &amp;nbsp;So one black sheet and I added white eyes to a baklava. &amp;nbsp;She ended up looking a little scarier than I thought. &amp;nbsp;The bad thing was she couldn't cover her face for the carnival. &amp;nbsp;Instead she wore a black stocking hat and had me paint her face black. &amp;nbsp;She looked like a cat burglar that night. &amp;nbsp;She loved it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNPNv_9pI/AAAAAAAABHE/QE1HMJL4eg8/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNPNv_9pI/AAAAAAAABHE/QE1HMJL4eg8/s320/039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNPNv_9pI/AAAAAAAABHE/QE1HMJL4eg8/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNTsZacgI/AAAAAAAABHI/peRCtRQi4cU/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Chase opted for Shaggy for Scooby Doo. &amp;nbsp;Super easy costume. &amp;nbsp;The hardest part was finding a goatee. &amp;nbsp;However, not many people knew who he was so he was a little bummed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ98XkCuI/AAAAAAAABHU/Q_z84vpgnbw/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ98XkCuI/AAAAAAAABHU/Q_z84vpgnbw/s320/042.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNTsZacgI/AAAAAAAABHI/peRCtRQi4cU/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Last is my perennial princess. &amp;nbsp;I made the dress for her in June. &amp;nbsp;She uses it for dress-up also. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately,it was &amp;nbsp;a bit long and took a pretty good spill while running from house to house. &amp;nbsp;We had to pin it up and the Belle dress has a few holes now. &amp;nbsp;Ah well. &amp;nbsp;I guess I can't forget Zombie Mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ5pqSZUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/J7am2Eh23lA/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ5pqSZUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/J7am2Eh23lA/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNTsZacgI/AAAAAAAABHI/peRCtRQi4cU/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My Saturday morning Zumba class had a costume contest. &amp;nbsp;Marianne let me borrow this awesome costume she had made, so of course I won. &amp;nbsp;It was fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ0gVrMnI/AAAAAAAABHM/3E_9gHx3i40/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrQ0gVrMnI/AAAAAAAABHM/3E_9gHx3i40/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8413197486432305604?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8413197486432305604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8413197486432305604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8413197486432305604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8413197486432305604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TNrNLM7oe8I/AAAAAAAABHA/oTbAlGrOw1E/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2984858818364366881</id><published>2010-10-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:47:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsoONTeaJI/AAAAAAAABGk/uZqjGIk3KlA/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsoONTeaJI/AAAAAAAABGk/uZqjGIk3KlA/s320/118.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsnSsiCYvI/AAAAAAAABGg/KPedDxXUetk/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Ah, my long neglected blog. &amp;nbsp;Why have I been avoiding you? &amp;nbsp;No good reason. &amp;nbsp;I stink at writing in my journal, too. &amp;nbsp;Someday, I'll probably regret both. &amp;nbsp;Good news! &amp;nbsp;Connor made Sky View's swim team. &amp;nbsp;The best thing about this is that he set it as a goal a year ago and has been working really had at it ever since. &amp;nbsp;I was so relieved he made the team, just so he could learn that hard work pays off. &amp;nbsp;It's a big&amp;nbsp;commitment. He practices every day after school, 3 mornings a week before school and often on Saturday mornings. &amp;nbsp;He loves it. &amp;nbsp;His first meet is this Thursday, just between his team, and the first real meet is in Nov. &amp;nbsp;I hope it will be a good experience for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of my kids are some my Dad took when we went up for the Bar-be-que and also when he and mom came to visit us here. &amp;nbsp;I think he gets some pretty great people pictures, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsmoAr_wqI/AAAAAAAABGU/a_Q-dn7w-4w/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsmoAr_wqI/AAAAAAAABGU/a_Q-dn7w-4w/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase is doing awesome at school. &amp;nbsp;He is also swimming with the club and he has speech therapy twice a week. All of a sudden, we've become one of those families with something every day after school. &amp;nbsp;I've tried really hard to avoid that, but speech is a must. &amp;nbsp;Since he got his tonsils and&amp;nbsp;adenoids&amp;nbsp;out, his soft&amp;nbsp;pallet doesn't close all the way. &amp;nbsp;They are trying to help him train it to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsobim-G3I/AAAAAAAABGo/q-L8eQTy2Hc/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsobim-G3I/AAAAAAAABGo/q-L8eQTy2Hc/s320/028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate also started swimming this fall. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES it. &amp;nbsp;She is also taking piano. &amp;nbsp;We also like to do crafts and we made some jars with tissue paper and modge podge. &amp;nbsp;We put lights in the and stuck them on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsm25zZ3WI/AAAAAAAABGY/w31obT3c69I/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsm25zZ3WI/AAAAAAAABGY/w31obT3c69I/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslST690mI/AAAAAAAABGM/kfNbdVnvhU4/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslST690mI/AAAAAAAABGM/kfNbdVnvhU4/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenna still thinks 1st grade is just too long. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, she'll learn to like it. &amp;nbsp;She is participating in a singing group, called Tavaci. &amp;nbsp;I thought she might like it, because she is always singing, even her sentences to me. &amp;nbsp;She thinks the best part is that they give her candy each week. &amp;nbsp;She also crafted with Kate and I. &amp;nbsp;We made these eye balls for family night. &amp;nbsp;They are on tea lights, so we can put them in the window at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsnEOlCZgI/AAAAAAAABGc/BUiqFPOhnkI/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsnEOlCZgI/AAAAAAAABGc/BUiqFPOhnkI/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got to do this new project. &amp;nbsp;A lady in our ward volunteered to teach some of us to quilt. &amp;nbsp;She came up with this project and it was soooo much fun. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think I would like it as much as I did. &amp;nbsp;I have now started a couple of other projects. &amp;nbsp;People ask me what I do with all my "Free time" now that Kenna is in school. &amp;nbsp;Let me say, I still have to do all the same things. &amp;nbsp;The only difference is now I'm alone, which makes it sometimes faster and easier, but sometimes just more lonely. &amp;nbsp;I have substituted a few times and I have one last on-line class to finish my recertification for my teaching license. &amp;nbsp;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslJFo_ImI/AAAAAAAABGE/Ojq9r2raJ20/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslJFo_ImI/AAAAAAAABGE/Ojq9r2raJ20/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslN-ei2wI/AAAAAAAABGI/wiWGUJKG0-8/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLslN-ei2wI/AAAAAAAABGI/wiWGUJKG0-8/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike is alternating his time between work, golf,&amp;nbsp;racquetball&amp;nbsp;and taking care of us. He's great. He also made his first batch of rolls from scratch. &amp;nbsp;What a guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2984858818364366881?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2984858818364366881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2984858818364366881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2984858818364366881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2984858818364366881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/10/up-to-date.html' title='Up to date?'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TLsoONTeaJI/AAAAAAAABGk/uZqjGIk3KlA/s72-c/118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4435322395651228642</id><published>2010-09-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:36:49.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katelyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RUKK4nxI/AAAAAAAABFU/2_2YMZwPkMs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RUKK4nxI/AAAAAAAABFU/2_2YMZwPkMs/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Katie turned 9 on Labor Day, &amp;nbsp;Lucky for me she choose cheesecake instead of a decorated one. &amp;nbsp;Yes, there was a rather large fault line, but it still tasted good. &amp;nbsp;Kate didn't want to have a friend party this year or even invite a friend or two to do a family activity (which is what we&amp;nbsp;usually&amp;nbsp;do) but she did want to go horse back riding. &amp;nbsp;About 2 years ago, she saw a brochure for a trail ride in Logan Canyon and has wanted to do it ever since. &amp;nbsp;It's a little pricey, so we didn't take the whole family, just Katie and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RYlFM4CI/AAAAAAAABFc/Q3zkyxsy2iE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RYlFM4CI/AAAAAAAABFc/Q3zkyxsy2iE/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She wasn't all that happy to wear a helmet, but she had too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5Rc1_ogcI/AAAAAAAABFk/oNGLct3YUco/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5Rc1_ogcI/AAAAAAAABFk/oNGLct3YUco/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kate on her house Ajax. &amp;nbsp;Ajax is quite old and was very calm throughout the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5Rgz0YmEI/AAAAAAAABFs/1X6s99aO_Lg/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5Rgz0YmEI/AAAAAAAABFs/1X6s99aO_Lg/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my many attempts to turn around while on my horse and get a good picture of Kate. &amp;nbsp;It was harder than it sounds and the picts didn't turn out all the well. &amp;nbsp;It was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RlWujQmI/AAAAAAAABF0/caYSTLQd4M4/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RlWujQmI/AAAAAAAABF0/caYSTLQd4M4/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are, at the end. &amp;nbsp;Kate loved it. &amp;nbsp;She is so serious, she didn't speak or even smile much during the whole hour ride. &amp;nbsp;She did talk to me in the car on the way home, and of course now wished she could have her own horse. &amp;nbsp;We love our Katelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RpmoppdI/AAAAAAAABF8/Yj2FhNGzv7s/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RpmoppdI/AAAAAAAABF8/Yj2FhNGzv7s/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4435322395651228642?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4435322395651228642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4435322395651228642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4435322395651228642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4435322395651228642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-katelyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Katelyn!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TI5RUKK4nxI/AAAAAAAABFU/2_2YMZwPkMs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8623049357052413857</id><published>2010-08-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:00:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsrFR4DAlI/AAAAAAAABE8/OwsZgeOzmzk/s1600/Lava10+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsrFR4DAlI/AAAAAAAABE8/OwsZgeOzmzk/s320/Lava10+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsq9JWzJ-I/AAAAAAAABE0/evRMoqsJrtw/s1600/Lava10+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsq9JWzJ-I/AAAAAAAABE0/evRMoqsJrtw/s320/Lava10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to post, but don't really feel like typing. &amp;nbsp;So here's to a lot a pictures. &amp;nbsp;This is Kate and Connor and Chase going off the platforms at Lava on our last fun trip before school started. &amp;nbsp;Love Kate's attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqooQP6yI/AAAAAAAABEU/iug_KxeOnjA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqooQP6yI/AAAAAAAABEU/iug_KxeOnjA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kenna is so proud of these sunflowers. &amp;nbsp;She brought the starts home from Kindergarten last spring. &amp;nbsp;They are so tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqxKu2CnI/AAAAAAAABEk/SzmrUEtZTQM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqxKu2CnI/AAAAAAAABEk/SzmrUEtZTQM/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is for Ally. &amp;nbsp;I make this shirt after talking to your. &amp;nbsp;Kate has one with peace signs on it. &amp;nbsp;It was very fun, thanks for the idea. &amp;nbsp;Also, I cut off a pair of Kenna's jeans and made this skirt to go with. &amp;nbsp;She loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqs738pYI/AAAAAAAABEc/oapfrwIgTiU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsqs738pYI/AAAAAAAABEc/oapfrwIgTiU/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor got his braces off the Monday before school started. &amp;nbsp;Watch out girls! &amp;nbsp;Really watch out Connor, because I think he's still to shy to go for the girls yet. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsrw_cGnAI/AAAAAAAABFE/4iR4Ztfjot8/s1600/2010-08-291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsrw_cGnAI/AAAAAAAABFE/4iR4Ztfjot8/s320/2010-08-291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; First Day of School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsq2BSRpVI/AAAAAAAABEs/LlFjbzKBalA/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsq2BSRpVI/AAAAAAAABEs/LlFjbzKBalA/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; First day of school snacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8623049357052413857?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8623049357052413857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8623049357052413857&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8623049357052413857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8623049357052413857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/08/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/THsrFR4DAlI/AAAAAAAABE8/OwsZgeOzmzk/s72-c/Lava10+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2206881827717220162</id><published>2010-08-15T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:08:24.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipXsMBpTI/AAAAAAAABCw/jmjMMyUueIs/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipXsMBpTI/AAAAAAAABCw/jmjMMyUueIs/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Connor's Eagle project actually started about one year ago. &amp;nbsp;He worked really hard for awhile to organize a project for our church that got scrapped about 6 months later due to funding problems. &amp;nbsp;In April we were approached about this project, building a bridge for Smithfield City. &amp;nbsp;I told his leaders that Mike and I WERE NOT Builders, and they said no worries-all three of them were contractors. &amp;nbsp;We waited all summer for the city to put in the I-beams. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGioxdSxKfI/AAAAAAAABBo/2rm85X9ShaQ/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGioxdSxKfI/AAAAAAAABBo/2rm85X9ShaQ/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They did and the boys got started on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;We had no idea what a big project this was. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for a wonderfully kind contractor in our ward, who knew what he was doing. &amp;nbsp;He directed the project and provided all the tools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio97PNrZI/AAAAAAAABCA/osBV8ZgbxuU/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio97PNrZI/AAAAAAAABCA/osBV8ZgbxuU/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First they had to cut the planks and bolt them into the metal i beams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio1yWuo2I/AAAAAAAABBw/Gy6F_hgr5m8/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio1yWuo2I/AAAAAAAABBw/Gy6F_hgr5m8/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio6Fdak-I/AAAAAAAABB4/H53cdf6wCl8/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGio6Fdak-I/AAAAAAAABB4/H53cdf6wCl8/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they build a railing. &amp;nbsp;It also had to be bolted in and the boys had to put on and tighten washers on the bottom. &amp;nbsp;This is them on some scaffolding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipF5PSnZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/d57QI8uaheQ/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipF5PSnZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/d57QI8uaheQ/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or you could just lean over the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipKplOZGI/AAAAAAAABCY/on7c7JyvlNg/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipKplOZGI/AAAAAAAABCY/on7c7JyvlNg/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The finished project.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipbXaztnI/AAAAAAAABC4/Ua6VNqReROw/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipbXaztnI/AAAAAAAABC4/Ua6VNqReROw/s320/107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These boys and Dads and Leaders worked so hard. &amp;nbsp;They were there from 8:00 am to 3:30 pm. &amp;nbsp;We were so glad they got it all done in one day. &amp;nbsp;We actually didn't think they would. &amp;nbsp;I fed them lunch. &amp;nbsp;I think they are all so proud of themselves and every time they see this, they will know what a good job they did. &amp;nbsp;Way to go 13th Ward and Connor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipfulVZ1I/AAAAAAAABDA/hhisL-Y3CX8/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipfulVZ1I/AAAAAAAABDA/hhisL-Y3CX8/s320/112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2206881827717220162?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2206881827717220162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2206881827717220162&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2206881827717220162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2206881827717220162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/08/connors-eagle.html' title='Connor&apos;s Eagle'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TGipXsMBpTI/AAAAAAAABCw/jmjMMyUueIs/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1650633946351386075</id><published>2010-07-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:23:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzU6JG6sjI/AAAAAAAABBI/75Y5UA_aXVw/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzU6JG6sjI/AAAAAAAABBI/75Y5UA_aXVw/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This summer in an effort to 1. &amp;nbsp;Keep our busy and active. &amp;nbsp;2. &amp;nbsp;Get them our of the house and 3. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy this beautiful place we live, &amp;nbsp;some of my neighbors and I decided to take our kids on a weekly hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzU9wB0rvI/AAAAAAAABBQ/oecA9aQSAdU/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzU9wB0rvI/AAAAAAAABBQ/oecA9aQSAdU/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We've gone on two so far, and plan to do it the rest of the summer. &amp;nbsp;It's been fun to explore a little. &amp;nbsp;The first hike was just up Smithfield Canyon. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a little longer than I thought, Katie came home and fell asleep. &amp;nbsp;Last week was up the Logan Canyon Stokes Nature Trail. &amp;nbsp;It was easier and a good length. &amp;nbsp;My girls aren't quite up to going as far as the boys could. &amp;nbsp;We stopped and checked out the Stokes Nature Center on the way back, as well as stopping all along the way to throw rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzVCJRlEAI/AAAAAAAABBY/Bu0AozTeVCg/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzVCJRlEAI/AAAAAAAABBY/Bu0AozTeVCg/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I observed that all my children had a good time while hiking, but when we &amp;nbsp;got home Katie told me she didn't like it and it was No Fun At All. &amp;nbsp;I told her she might want to learn to like it as we would be going every week until school started. &amp;nbsp;Her reply? &amp;nbsp;I'll sure be happy when school starts. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;Next week: &amp;nbsp;Tony Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzVHSeJUfI/AAAAAAAABBg/EFGsLdbqylw/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzVHSeJUfI/AAAAAAAABBg/EFGsLdbqylw/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1650633946351386075?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1650633946351386075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1650633946351386075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1650633946351386075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1650633946351386075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/TEzU6JG6sjI/AAAAAAAABBI/75Y5UA_aXVw/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-456976982032034599</id><published>2010-05-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:44:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_UskH_-I/AAAAAAAABAI/IELB_i40vvY/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_UskH_-I/AAAAAAAABAI/IELB_i40vvY/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About a week ago, Kenna suddenly started crying in sacrament meeting, hard and loud. &amp;nbsp;I had to take her out. &amp;nbsp;I haven't had to take her out of sacrament for a couple of years. &amp;nbsp;What caused all this drama, you ask? &amp;nbsp;One of her brothers hit her, maybe? &amp;nbsp;Oh no. &amp;nbsp;The cause was she had just discovered she had her first loose tooth. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;All my other children had been really happy about their first loose tooth. &amp;nbsp;I was taken by surprise. &amp;nbsp;She didn't want to lose her teeth, they are so pretty, how would she eat, etc. &amp;nbsp;I finally got her calmed down. &amp;nbsp;By the end of church, she was excitedly telling everyone about it. &amp;nbsp;Fast forward to this Sunday. &amp;nbsp;Kenna hadn't wiggled that tooth much, so it stayed put. &amp;nbsp;We had corn on the cob for dinner and I guess she forgot. &amp;nbsp;She took a big bite and all of a sudden that tooth was much looser. &amp;nbsp;This video pretty much sums up her response. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAIdFIvszC4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAIdFIvszC4&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;She finally settled down again, very worried that the tooth would fall out in her sleep and she would swallow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_ZI10IPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/NbZwHQEcEpk/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_ZI10IPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/NbZwHQEcEpk/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning. after she got up, her tooth fell out and she was all smiles. &amp;nbsp;She won't leave it for the tooth fairy yet though, she still wants to keep it &amp;nbsp; .&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AutwhDrTSH4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AutwhDrTSH4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_dRBD03I/AAAAAAAABAY/ZYAwp609oLA/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-456976982032034599?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/456976982032034599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=456976982032034599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/456976982032034599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/456976982032034599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/05/loose-tooth.html' title='Loose Tooth'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S_w_UskH_-I/AAAAAAAABAI/IELB_i40vvY/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2639653668418998309</id><published>2010-05-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:33:47.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>For any of you who need a little Mother's Day laugh, here's the poem Chase wrote for me for Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; by Chase&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear the choir,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember you complaining about not wanting to go to practice on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever&amp;nbsp;I taste a gross veggie,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember you making me eat one.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I smell hot pizza,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember you making it every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I touch foam soap,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember you always buying it.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see a Dr. Pepper,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember you trying to stop drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;You are my Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My Hero&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of you wonderful mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2639653668418998309?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2639653668418998309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2639653668418998309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2639653668418998309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2639653668418998309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-9064173779082984159</id><published>2010-04-25T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:42:34.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the life of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcXlSupTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/I2gZU73WlH4/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcXlSupTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/I2gZU73WlH4/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chase swam in his first meet. &amp;nbsp;He had told me he would take swimming on the condition that he didn't have to swim in any meets. &amp;nbsp;Ok with me. &amp;nbsp;His coach, however talked him into trying this one. &amp;nbsp;It was a meet for 12 and under, so it wasn't as big as some of the others. &amp;nbsp;The other perk was that they all got a four-square ball. &amp;nbsp;He swam a 50 back stroke, 50 breast, and 50 freestyle. &amp;nbsp;His age group was the biggest, with about 11 kids in each event. &amp;nbsp;He got two fourth places and one sixth. &amp;nbsp;He was very happy with that, but says he isn't swimming in another meet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXOtfAKj6Dk" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXOtfAKj6DkCTRL + Click to follow link"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXOtfAKj6Dk&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see him swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcOo9lL5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/aCtjn69C8rA/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcOo9lL5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/aCtjn69C8rA/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kenna in one of her diva modes. &amp;nbsp;She loves boots. &amp;nbsp;She has a pair she wore every day all winter. &amp;nbsp;She only stopped wearing them when Grandpa bought her some even better ones. &amp;nbsp;Kenna said to me this week, "Mom, everywhere we go, people just think I'm so cute" &amp;nbsp;We've been talking to her a lot about being pretty on the inside. &amp;nbsp;Today at church, when one of the ladies started to cry while bearing her testimony, Kenna said, Mom, she's only crying because she can feel Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9Tcjcpu7BI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WF15eENICxU/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9Tcjcpu7BI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WF15eENICxU/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor went on his 1st high school trip. &amp;nbsp;He was invited to play with the 9th grade band. &amp;nbsp;They drove to Provo to compete in a state band festival. &amp;nbsp;He got home about 10 that night. &amp;nbsp;He had a great time. &amp;nbsp;I'm so excited for him to have all these fun high school experiences and scared to death all at the same time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqBYXjxEDXA" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqBYXjxEDXACTRL + Click to follow link"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqBYXjxEDXA&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for some video of Connor with the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcpVD8kgI/AAAAAAAABAA/bLpDSCGeWig/s1600/029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcpVD8kgI/AAAAAAAABAA/bLpDSCGeWig/s320/029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had parent teacher conferences this week. &amp;nbsp;Kate had a bad year last year and really struggled with her reading and her confidence. &amp;nbsp;At the beginning of this year (2nd grade) she tested at a 1.6 (1st grade, 6th month) reading level. &amp;nbsp;Last week she tested at 3.3 (3rd grade, 3rd month) &amp;nbsp;I am so proud of her. &amp;nbsp;She is already learning that she can do hard things. &amp;nbsp;She is a tenacious little thing and won't give up. &amp;nbsp;Hooray for Katie!&lt;br /&gt;I took a part-time job with the census, starting this week. &amp;nbsp;I thought it might be fun to get out a little and I like meeting people, so this could be a great opportunity. &amp;nbsp;I'm already stressing out over if this will hurt my kids, will I be able to fit everything is. &amp;nbsp;Silly huh. &amp;nbsp;It will probably be good for my kids and besides, its only&amp;nbsp;temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been playing some&amp;nbsp;racquetball&amp;nbsp;with a guy from our ward. &amp;nbsp;He has fun because it's a game, but grumbles because it's exercise. &amp;nbsp;Work is good. &amp;nbsp;Play is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-9064173779082984159?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/9064173779082984159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=9064173779082984159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/9064173779082984159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/9064173779082984159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-in-life-of.html' title='Day in the life of....'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S9TcXlSupTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/I2gZU73WlH4/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1235662013243182752</id><published>2010-04-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:22:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's 14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvdSxpsSI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2fh0L0iOiOU/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvdSxpsSI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2fh0L0iOiOU/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor's birthday was right in the middle of spring break. &amp;nbsp;Luckily that allowed some of his cousins to come up and stay with us for a couple of days. &amp;nbsp;We usually let our kids choose one activity for their birthday, instead of a party. &amp;nbsp;Connor wanted to go to the Fun Park with his cousins. &amp;nbsp;They played a few of the games,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvhgD5cpI/AAAAAAAAA_I/YnFuU1UhFJ4/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvhgD5cpI/AAAAAAAAA_I/YnFuU1UhFJ4/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but the highlight was laser tag. &amp;nbsp;They had a super time. &amp;nbsp;They also had lots of fun at the house, playing on the tramp, playing soccer at the school and just hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvmBs9t-I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/g6xlDy1FqEQ/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvmBs9t-I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/g6xlDy1FqEQ/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor choose steak and baked potatoes for his birthday dinner. &amp;nbsp;Expensive taste, huh? &amp;nbsp;Luckily, thanks to my sister in laws Dad, we had some awesome steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvsnMNQZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/al252njKcEY/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvsnMNQZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/al252njKcEY/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;All he wanted for his big day, was a new ipod, so spoiled kid he is, he got it &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If he wasn't such a good kid, it would be so much easier to say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvwz10RFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UHUtm9otLhA/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvwz10RFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UHUtm9otLhA/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Topped off the day with a mint cheesecake, yummy. &amp;nbsp;We LOVE Connor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1235662013243182752?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1235662013243182752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1235662013243182752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1235662013243182752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1235662013243182752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/04/connors-14.html' title='Connor&apos;s 14!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jvdSxpsSI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2fh0L0iOiOU/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2424705617723611362</id><published>2010-04-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:14:16.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Spring Break, we didn't have a big vacation. &amp;nbsp;I swear everyone else in Cache Valley went to St. George or Disneyland, but we had fun anyway. &amp;nbsp;Chase, Kate, Kenna, and I did travel to Rexburg for a couple of days to visit our friends, the Rowes. &amp;nbsp;Rexburg has a great craft store, that not only has all your supplies, but lots of ideas too. &amp;nbsp;Camille and I made curly ribbon barretts, &amp;nbsp;which started my craft week. &amp;nbsp;When I got home I decided to make a board for my bathroom to hang all Kenna's hair stuff on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtpGwKSKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/glSL8FclEvU/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtpGwKSKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/glSL8FclEvU/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This led to my week of modge podge. &amp;nbsp;First I finished my board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtpGwKSKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/glSL8FclEvU/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jttUy7pZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/GM0OAu3eHww/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jttUy7pZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/GM0OAu3eHww/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the craft store while buying the modge podge, I saw this mirror and got it for the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also had my niece and nephews over, so I got a craft for the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jttUy7pZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/GM0OAu3eHww/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jt2Gd13eI/AAAAAAAAA-w/l6NXY2omF0I/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jt2Gd13eI/AAAAAAAAA-w/l6NXY2omF0I/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jt6hRXNbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gxHEkgv2slA/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jt6hRXNbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gxHEkgv2slA/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They each did the first initial of their name. &amp;nbsp;Chase did one also, but his picture didn't turn out. &amp;nbsp;Last I made this sweet recipe holder. &amp;nbsp;I did spell recipe wrong the first time. &amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and had to peel a couple letter off and start over. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been crafty for so long, it was super fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtxqMAQeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vRALNtQhTh8/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtxqMAQeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vRALNtQhTh8/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2424705617723611362?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2424705617723611362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2424705617723611362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2424705617723611362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2424705617723611362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/04/crafty-spring-break.html' title='Crafty Spring Break'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jtpGwKSKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/glSL8FclEvU/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6329245772760608311</id><published>2010-04-16T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:04:13.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqRGDzCOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SManNYk7jhc/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqRGDzCOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SManNYk7jhc/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqX44KKlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KS4eMTpezj0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqX44KKlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KS4eMTpezj0/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most years for Easter, we head to Grandma's to visit and hit the Mackay Easter egg hunt. &amp;nbsp;A great tradition. &amp;nbsp;This year we stayed home to watch General Conference. &amp;nbsp;When we woke up on Easter, here's what the Easter Bunny had done, string all over our house. &amp;nbsp;Each child had a string with their name on it and had to follow it to find their baskets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqX44KKlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KS4eMTpezj0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqcFMeAbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L4dRu-jHzLw/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqcFMeAbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L4dRu-jHzLw/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqjEerflI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0p0gtluzwBk/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqjEerflI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0p0gtluzwBk/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was over under and through. &amp;nbsp;Our teenager was a little grumpy and could be heard mumbling things like: why did I have to get up this early. &amp;nbsp; I can't believe I have to go through all this dumb sting, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone else had a ball and thought it was pretty fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqjEerflI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0p0gtluzwBk/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqnoAmDHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/42UsYXWLYWo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqnoAmDHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/42UsYXWLYWo/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqsOmHwhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NNIkRkPB8EI/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqsOmHwhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NNIkRkPB8EI/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Katelyn is careful and&amp;nbsp;meticulous&amp;nbsp;so she was the last to find her basket, but happy day all baskets were found and there was candy galore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqsOmHwhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NNIkRkPB8EI/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqwl_qwfI/AAAAAAAAA94/B_d5Tuvwb_0/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqwl_qwfI/AAAAAAAAA94/B_d5Tuvwb_0/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jq3sGYH3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/KcoH-jqIuYE/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jq3sGYH3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/KcoH-jqIuYE/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Kenna got hats and sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jq3sGYH3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/KcoH-jqIuYE/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jq8tBKBnI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ftG9q-Wf1n4/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jq8tBKBnI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ftG9q-Wf1n4/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jrBb0gwMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-ArEJcDa-ps/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jrBb0gwMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-ArEJcDa-ps/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Con and Chase got new goggles for swimming and a book. &amp;nbsp;Chase was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;pretty upset at the "dumb book" at first, but he ended up liking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6329245772760608311?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6329245772760608311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6329245772760608311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6329245772760608311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6329245772760608311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S8jqRGDzCOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SManNYk7jhc/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6201889967963753587</id><published>2010-03-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:55:27.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennadee's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6kmiLeJwNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/5M1Cy0PClCI/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6kmiLeJwNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/5M1Cy0PClCI/s200/004.JPG" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6knCHXmbpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uVW4u6AqsZQ/s1600-h/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6knCHXmbpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uVW4u6AqsZQ/s200/017.JPG" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miss Kennadee loves to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; She got a camera for Christmas and uses it all the time, but I haven't loaded anything on the computer yet.&amp;nbsp; She often steals our cell phones and takes pictures with those also.&amp;nbsp; This Sunday, when I loaded some pictures for an e-mail to Mike's parents, I found she had taken my camera this week also.&amp;nbsp; This is just so I have a memory of what Kenna wanted to capture at age 5.&amp;nbsp; My favorites are the self-portraits.&amp;nbsp; I tried to make a slide-show, but I couldn't get it to work today.&amp;nbsp; Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6kmr36flgI/AAAAAAAAA8A/MYH0Q0lAyqk/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6kmr36flgI/AAAAAAAAA8A/MYH0Q0lAyqk/s200/006.JPG" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S6kmwFzZ5uI/AAAAAAAAA8I/h1Ttz8m-71A/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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Ok For Wild Bill I have kind-of a horrified fasination.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how anyone makes a free throw with him there.&amp;nbsp; I do know he has to get his costumes approved before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQywmNxCd8E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQywmNxCd8E&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; We have a terrific student section.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ujFwlC7nu8&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ujFwlC7nu8&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8772114936861538112?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8772114936861538112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8772114936861538112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8772114936861538112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8772114936861538112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-love-usu-basketball.html' title='Why I love USU Basketball'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-118704868520493386</id><published>2010-03-14T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:53:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go AGGIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CJwZMibI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4z5ehrIH3Ok/s1600-h/U-state-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CJwZMibI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4z5ehrIH3Ok/s320/U-state-logo.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Utah State Basketball.&amp;nbsp; It's so much fun to go to the games.&amp;nbsp; We have a terrific coach, who believes in a team approach to playing and so much fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; We also have an awesome student section.&amp;nbsp; We try and go to a few a the games every year.&amp;nbsp; Someday I'll have season tickets.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, they made the NCAA.&amp;nbsp; Go AGGIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It always amazes me how I feel busy and seem to be, but when I sit down here to write, I can't think of anything.&amp;nbsp; Who wants to record another day of laundry and cleaning bathrooms?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here's some odds and ends from the Wallaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52B1mjvwAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/tvctQVWz_7Q/s1600-h/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52B1mjvwAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/tvctQVWz_7Q/s320/050.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie will pretty much only wear skirts to church.&amp;nbsp; In December, I started looking for some new ones, and couldn't find anything.&amp;nbsp; Who knew it would be so hard.&amp;nbsp; (Now there are skirts all over the place for spring&amp;nbsp; So Kate and I took a trip to the fabric store.&amp;nbsp; This skirt she has on is the first thing I have made without a purchased pattern.&amp;nbsp; She had a brown skirt before that she loved but grew out of.&amp;nbsp; I liked the style, but couldn't find a pattern, so I made my own by using her old skirt.&amp;nbsp; It was a challenge for me, so that made it fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52B7wEdrTI/AAAAAAAAA64/WpYmcuk6DJM/s1600-h/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52B7wEdrTI/AAAAAAAAA64/WpYmcuk6DJM/s320/052.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CAgqikgI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HMw8FewzUaQ/s1600-h/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CAgqikgI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HMw8FewzUaQ/s320/054.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CFSgejgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/iCxgYAGxrkU/s1600-h/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CFSgejgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/iCxgYAGxrkU/s320/055.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase's teacher does a reward system for exercise.&amp;nbsp; They kids turn in a point for every twenty minutes of activity and that equals one mile.&amp;nbsp; They are tracking their progress on a map of the US trying to get from East to West coast using Route 66.&amp;nbsp; Everytime they cross a state, they get to have a party, themed with that state.&amp;nbsp; Friday, I got to go do an Oklahoma party.&amp;nbsp; We went with cowboy games and they loved this one, trying to lasso a "cow".&amp;nbsp; Most kids had never used a lasso, but one girl was a pro.&amp;nbsp; Did you know Beaver, Oklahoma is the cow chip throwing capital of the world?&amp;nbsp; There is a contest there every April, if you want to give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CJiyLEAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/a-BVroElAN4/s1600-h/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CJiyLEAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/a-BVroElAN4/s320/057.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Connor doesn't really let me take his picture often.&amp;nbsp; This is just a picture of how he looked today.&amp;nbsp; Love this kid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-118704868520493386?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/118704868520493386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=118704868520493386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/118704868520493386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/118704868520493386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-aggies.html' title='Go AGGIES!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S52CJwZMibI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4z5ehrIH3Ok/s72-c/U-state-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5933006695278713085</id><published>2010-02-21T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:57:42.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Mackay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4j6cfGsI/AAAAAAAAA54/r374bZgl4kw/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4j6cfGsI/AAAAAAAAA54/r374bZgl4kw/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4l0BSDfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QgX6UqSotuM/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4l0BSDfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QgX6UqSotuM/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4n_5T72I/AAAAAAAAA6I/myBKGUsLzbg/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4n_5T72I/AAAAAAAAA6I/myBKGUsLzbg/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4r3dLGFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XqH_pWOOgTw/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4r3dLGFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XqH_pWOOgTw/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4qP28UFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Legdn6C3V88/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4qP28UFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Legdn6C3V88/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G43eLHoGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zeXwzUDMTCE/s1600-h/blog+pics+to+export+-+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G43eLHoGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zeXwzUDMTCE/s320/blog+pics+to+export+-+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We headed up to Mackay this weekend because the kids wanted to go sledding. &amp;nbsp;I think originally they were hoping Grandpa would pull them behind the snowmobiles, but there wasn't enough snow. &amp;nbsp;Instead we borrowed some runner sleds and headed to the Mine Hill. &amp;nbsp;It was super cold, but we had fun anyway. &amp;nbsp;I do think we would have held out longer, if it hadn't been so cold. &amp;nbsp;The boys really liked it, but Kate and Kenna wouldn't try the sleds. &amp;nbsp;They did like riding on the four wheeler. &amp;nbsp;Even Grandma got in on the action. &amp;nbsp;See if you can guess who's who. &amp;nbsp;Does anyone know why I can't drag and drop my photos like I used to? &amp;nbsp;I can't move them down into my text. &amp;nbsp;Help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5933006695278713085?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5933006695278713085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5933006695278713085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5933006695278713085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5933006695278713085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-in-mackay.html' title='Weekend in Mackay'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S4G4j6cfGsI/AAAAAAAAA54/r374bZgl4kw/s72-c/blog+pics+to+export+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-734972914128830431</id><published>2010-02-19T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:38:30.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38Dd7QZtDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/P0MkVYjW--0/s1600-h/2010-02-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38Dd7QZtDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/P0MkVYjW--0/s400/2010-02-19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chase turned 11 on Wednesday and did we ever celebrate him.&amp;nbsp; He got to go to the movie, the Lightning Thief.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to dinner at Texas Roadhouse.&amp;nbsp; He got to sit on a saddle and everyone gave him a big Texas YEEHAW.&amp;nbsp; I'll put up the video, but it's all red because it's so dark in there.&amp;nbsp; Then we had cheesecake and presents.&amp;nbsp; We didn't do it all the same day though.&amp;nbsp; It's more fun to spread it out a bit.&amp;nbsp; He's one happy kid.&amp;nbsp; Side note, I learned how to do this collage in my Google Tools class. I'm pretty impressed with myself. JK&amp;nbsp; Honestly, for any of you out there, who are like me and don't have photoshop, Picasa is a really great photo editing tool and it's FREE.&amp;nbsp; It won't do as much as photoshop, but it does quite a bit.&amp;nbsp; Super easy to use and makes you&amp;nbsp; look good.&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38D6j7DYWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rTJksBXWAx0/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38D6j7DYWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rTJksBXWAx0/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase with a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38Dr8DSfDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fxTNRhachkE/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38Dr8DSfDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fxTNRhachkE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kenna didn't think her chicken looked so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38DyKvpGoI/AAAAAAAAA5o/p9HZ2xE3yf0/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38DyKvpGoI/AAAAAAAAA5o/p9HZ2xE3yf0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys waiting for some Steak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-734972914128830431?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/734972914128830431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=734972914128830431&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/734972914128830431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/734972914128830431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-chase.html' title='Happy Birthday Chase!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S38Dd7QZtDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/P0MkVYjW--0/s72-c/2010-02-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6965477980451608976</id><published>2010-02-04T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:06:37.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2tmzrxdm3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/RQLx7zIffIw/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2tmzrxdm3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/RQLx7zIffIw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2tm3y4IjzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IfajElypFYU/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2tm3y4IjzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IfajElypFYU/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Kennadee got glasses today.&amp;nbsp; She is extremely far-sighted.&amp;nbsp; Of all the things she could have inherited from me, I wouldn't have chosen this one.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I am grateful for we have glasses, to help her and the styles are much cuter and smaller than when I was little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v8LTgNcuvk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v8LTgNcuvk&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, she's pretty excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6965477980451608976?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6965477980451608976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6965477980451608976&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6965477980451608976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6965477980451608976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/02/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2tmzrxdm3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/RQLx7zIffIw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5326888827890268621</id><published>2010-01-31T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:39:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of our favorite things</title><content type='html'>Inspired be a chat with Celiac, I decided to do a little bio on what each person in my family likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZYximt52I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/p_giGEeE-zg/s1600-h/185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZYximt52I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/p_giGEeE-zg/s200/185.JPG" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Connor likes swimming.&amp;nbsp; The thought process on this got started from a comment by one of you at Wildhorse about how smooth his strokes were as he swam across that frigid beaver pond.&amp;nbsp; He started swimming with a club here and is working hard toward his goal of making the high school team next year.&amp;nbsp; He is a bit slower than the other boys his age, due to a later start (why do kids have to start sports when they are 5 anyway?)&amp;nbsp; but he is getting faster every meet and I think he can do it.&amp;nbsp; He also like Jazz band, he stays after school twice a week to play in it.&amp;nbsp; He likes reading, pizza, steak, and movies.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like girls yet, that I know of.&amp;nbsp; He likes hanging out with his friends occasionally and has become a really good skier this year.&amp;nbsp; He is also so kind and sweet with his sisters.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like doing his laundry or homework, but does it anyway.&amp;nbsp; He does like scouts and is getting close to getting his Eagle.&amp;nbsp; Connor also like Ping Pong.&amp;nbsp; These are some not great picts of Connors last swim meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZaHQ9pe3I/AAAAAAAAA44/0dDmF5aZPOM/s1600-h/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZaHQ9pe3I/AAAAAAAAA44/0dDmF5aZPOM/s200/050.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZAoQDiaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ukSDR9Yvkco/s1600-h/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZAoQDiaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ukSDR9Yvkco/s200/228.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Chase also likes swimming.&amp;nbsp; He just started and we are hoping as a side benefit it will help his asthma as he increases his lung capacity.&amp;nbsp; He also likes legos and video games.&amp;nbsp; Oh, those video games.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like the time limit mom sets on those, but has a good attitude about it and is learning moderation.&amp;nbsp; Chase loves to read.&amp;nbsp; When he has really good book, I have to pry it out of his hands to get him to do something else.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like piano but does like playing with his friends, especially made-up games and sledding.&amp;nbsp; Chase likes snowboarding and pizza.&amp;nbsp; He especially likes fetticine alfredo and wishes I would make it everyday.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like math but is good at it.&amp;nbsp; He really likes his new Primary teacher and is learning so much.&amp;nbsp; He has been very aware of saying thankyou to me lately.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what brought that on, but I like it. Chase likes nights, but not mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZYUxnUnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/LNcJxCmlmZY/s1600-h/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZYUxnUnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/LNcJxCmlmZY/s200/088.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Katie likes art.&amp;nbsp; She loves to draw and color.&amp;nbsp; She also likes tumbling.&amp;nbsp; She likes soccer practice, but not the games, and says one of the best things about tumbling is not having any games (meets).&amp;nbsp; Katie loves her teacher and likes to talk to grown-ups.&amp;nbsp; She loves dumb jokes.&amp;nbsp; She is at that age where they try to figure out what is funny and be funny but mostly fall flat.&amp;nbsp; She likes animals of all kinds and wants to be a zoo worker when she grows up.&amp;nbsp; She does not like pizza, ham, carrots, broccoli, certain kinds of potatoes, and the list goes on.&amp;nbsp; She does like roast beef and mashed potatoes and grapefruit.&amp;nbsp; Katie loves snowboarding and unfortunately tormenting Kenna.&amp;nbsp; When those two play well together it's very, very, good, but when they aren't getting along it's very, very, bad.&amp;nbsp; She loves to have mom read to her and we just finished all of the Ramona Quimby books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZOeDtCWI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2OswA99Tjkk/s1600-h/216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZZOeDtCWI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2OswA99Tjkk/s200/216.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Kenna likes to be right.&amp;nbsp; She also likes to be first.&amp;nbsp; See where this is going.&amp;nbsp; She loves having a friend to play with and is probably the most outgoing of my kids.&amp;nbsp; She loves things that are pretty and looking pretty.&amp;nbsp; She likes skirts and shoes and always notices if I have a new shirt.&amp;nbsp; Kenna likes school, especially making new friends.&amp;nbsp; She loves music and often sings to herself.&amp;nbsp; She loves sugar in all it's varieties and also Ritz crackers.&amp;nbsp; She also loves Cafe Rio salad and going to lunch with mom.&amp;nbsp; She likes animals too and loves to play with her littlest pet shop.&amp;nbsp; She often talks about when she is a mom and always say, "Mom, can I tell you something?"&amp;nbsp; She pretends to be shy, but likes to be the center of attention in our house.&amp;nbsp; She loves to play with Katie and tease with Connor and Chase.&amp;nbsp; She likes the Fancy Nancy books, super cute if you haven't seen them and she gives the very best hugs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZaCTXW0AI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LSB8dq5-e8I/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZaCTXW0AI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LSB8dq5-e8I/s200/034.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mike likes time, just knowing the exact time, not being on time.&amp;nbsp; He likes to hit all the stop lights just right.&amp;nbsp; He loves ping pong.&amp;nbsp; We got a table for Christmas and his is good.&amp;nbsp; We can't beat him and he plays against us left-handed.&amp;nbsp; It's a little frustrating for those who are a bit competitive.&amp;nbsp; Connor is getting better all the time, though.&amp;nbsp; Mike loves ice cream and has passed this on to all our children.&amp;nbsp; He especially likes malts.&amp;nbsp; He like to make breakfast on the weekends, he likes hashbrowns.&amp;nbsp; He likes tennis and golf.&amp;nbsp; He also likes skiing, computer games, reading, going out with Amy and teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I like chocolate, volleyball, Zumba, USU basketball games and Lost.&amp;nbsp; I also like when my kids are getting along and when they like what I made for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I like hugs and vacations.&amp;nbsp; I like to go out with Mike or my girlfriends.&amp;nbsp; I like to volunteer in my kids schools and playing tennis with Mike.&amp;nbsp; I don't like losing.&amp;nbsp; I like watching how my kids interact with each other and I love watching their personalities grow and develop.&amp;nbsp; I like seeing them stretch and gain new talents.&amp;nbsp; I don't like teaching piano to my own kids, but do like hearing them play.&amp;nbsp; I love my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2Zad5WEoJI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZdmF7ARyQvk/s1600-h/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2Zad5WEoJI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZdmF7ARyQvk/s200/048.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5326888827890268621?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5326888827890268621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5326888827890268621&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5326888827890268621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5326888827890268621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-few-of-our-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of our favorite things'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S2ZYximt52I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/p_giGEeE-zg/s72-c/185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-185511349867031590</id><published>2010-01-17T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:34:58.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkMze4pAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gareKZxzWwI/s1600-h/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;We've been so excited to go skiing this year, but so far the weather hasn't cooperated. Kate and Chase got snowboards for Christmas, so we signed them up for lessons, hoping for more snow. We are still hoping. Heard the Beaver might have to close if they don't get snow soon. We have been going up anyway. Luckily Mike and I have some old skis, since there are lots of rocks. The best thing about it is getting into the sunshine. We have had an inversion in the valley for about two weeks now. That means the air quality is bad, you don't see the sun, and it stays super cold. If you go up into the mountains, you get to see the sun and it is actually warmer. I think that's why skiing seems to help my winter blues.&amp;nbsp; Mike and the&amp;nbsp;kids even took my Dad over New Years.&amp;nbsp; They had a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkIrZTTHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TVxmQRGtc4w/s1600-h/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkIrZTTHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TVxmQRGtc4w/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase on his board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkMze4pAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gareKZxzWwI/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkMze4pAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gareKZxzWwI/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kate showing her skills,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkEjMvlFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/887LmZ-R3Oo/s1600-h/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkEjMvlFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/887LmZ-R3Oo/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkAyWGv1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MVQ7-U1cm5g/s1600-h/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkAyWGv1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MVQ7-U1cm5g/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase on the lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pj6BR-w0I/AAAAAAAAA24/_CYymoFUDjA/s1600-h/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pj6BR-w0I/AAAAAAAAA24/_CYymoFUDjA/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pj16Mv5RI/AAAAAAAAA2w/QuW2Mz8EUos/s1600-h/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pj16Mv5RI/AAAAAAAAA2w/QuW2Mz8EUos/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The masked man is Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pjva4FDwI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7mGIgtBh1xw/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1Pjva4FDwI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7mGIgtBh1xw/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I on the lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-185511349867031590?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/185511349867031590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=185511349867031590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/185511349867031590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/185511349867031590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-been-so-excited-to-go-skiing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/S1PkIrZTTHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TVxmQRGtc4w/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2105000146546510798</id><published>2009-12-21T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:02:43.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Quote from Kenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sy-bh4gEYBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gBlr6xLZ_cE/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sy-bh4gEYBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gBlr6xLZ_cE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sy-cBkhNPpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cn4TLMklP1E/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sy-cBkhNPpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cn4TLMklP1E/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kenna loves to "go play" with my neighbor, Michelle.&amp;nbsp; Last week they were reading Rudolph.&amp;nbsp; Kenna asked why the other reindeer didn't like Rudolph.&amp;nbsp; Michelle explained to her that they didn't like him because his nose was different.&amp;nbsp; Kenna's response was, "If my nose was red, EVERYONE would want one." You go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2105000146546510798?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2105000146546510798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2105000146546510798&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2105000146546510798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2105000146546510798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-quote-from-kenna.html' title='Quick Quote from Kenna'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sy-bh4gEYBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gBlr6xLZ_cE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5973001008280762333</id><published>2009-12-06T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:15:53.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd and ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is Katelyn's newest fashion trend.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why and the bands don't have any special significance, she just likes the colors.&amp;nbsp; She wears them all the time.&amp;nbsp; I have to make her take them off for church.&amp;nbsp; Of course, one Sunday I forgot and didn't notice until sacrament, so there they were, in all their glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyLV-uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uQNCiFreADU/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyLV-uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uQNCiFreADU/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyLaUTGceI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QyM8R2dbeqc/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyLaUTGceI/AAAAAAAAA1o/QyM8R2dbeqc/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a&amp;nbsp; little outfit I did for a friend of mine.&amp;nbsp; I went to a boutique earlier this fall where the girl had done something similar to this on a bunch of onesies and was selling a onesie for $20.&amp;nbsp; It was cute and easy, so I wanted to try it.&amp;nbsp; It actually took me a long time to find a baby girl shirt that was plain white.&amp;nbsp; Drew up mine own little design and voila!&amp;nbsp; It turned out pretty cute, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL7lZHhCI/AAAAAAAAA14/XQu9gGnZdGc/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL7lZHhCI/AAAAAAAAA14/XQu9gGnZdGc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL_2750jI/AAAAAAAAA2A/e2q0ZGkEyqw/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL_2750jI/AAAAAAAAA2A/e2q0ZGkEyqw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL13FS3eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/PmOwa_7y1d0/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyL13FS3eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/PmOwa_7y1d0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyMDeCu5mI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z7uX_17z298/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyMDeCu5mI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z7uX_17z298/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last, my kids got to see Santa yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Every year the bank rents a theater, shows an older movie (at least one that's out on dvd) and has Santa come.&amp;nbsp; The kids like it because they get a bag of candy before the show and a little bag of toys(that I hate) from Santa after.&amp;nbsp; Kenna asked for a real camera that takes real pictures and Kate and Chase both asked for snowboards.&amp;nbsp; Connor cried and said Santa was to scary :).&amp;nbsp;'m feeling a little retared because I don't know why the pictures went on this way.&amp;nbsp; Gotta figure it out again.&amp;nbsp; Happy day to you all.&amp;nbsp; We also had a piano recital this week.&amp;nbsp; Chase and Katie did really well, but I can't get my little videos of them to load.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5973001008280762333?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5973001008280762333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5973001008280762333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5973001008280762333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5973001008280762333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/12/odd-and-ends.html' title='Odd and ends'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SxyLV-uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uQNCiFreADU/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2835795875224631004</id><published>2009-11-16T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:34:41.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SwHg6_r4-fI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AS_PRCCuN94/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SwHg6_r4-fI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AS_PRCCuN94/s320/003.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are so funny.&amp;nbsp; It was lightly snowing Saturday when we got up.&amp;nbsp; By the time we were done with breakfast, there was maybe 1/2 inch on the grass.&amp;nbsp; Chase and Kate and Kenna got all decked out in their snow gear and went out to play.&amp;nbsp; First they made some snow angels, then they got out the sleds and attempted to go down the slope of our yard.&amp;nbsp; When that didn't work, they decided to make a fort.&amp;nbsp; They were hauling smow from all over the yard.&amp;nbsp; They were probably out there for two hours and had a great time.&amp;nbsp; Hooray for snow. &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SwHhAcxO6iI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/qu8YQMiZszE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SwHhAcxO6iI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/qu8YQMiZszE/s320/001.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2835795875224631004?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2835795875224631004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2835795875224631004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2835795875224631004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2835795875224631004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SwHg6_r4-fI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AS_PRCCuN94/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2687009499929129252</id><published>2009-11-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:45:07.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Birthdays aren't all that great once you're a "grown up", because you are just getting older. But my family was so nice to me today, I just wanted to thank them. Yesterday, Mike and the girls made this cheesecake for me, complete with "leaves" thanks Kenna, on the top.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958230275353106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecY78PahI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tNHOp6cFkhc/s320/015.JPG" /&gt; Today, Mike made me a nice omelet with all of the vegetables in it that he doesn't like. Then at church, Katie kindly told everyone that yesterday my mom was 37, but today she is 38. After church, Katie asked what my favorite game was, so we could play as a family. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958221452670754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecYbEv9yI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/qR6W0820vpc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;Then all the kids helped Mike make me a great dinner. I didn't have to cook all day and I even got a nap! Thanks to all my friends and family who remembered me. The best thing was getting some new skis! Bring on the snow. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958407904866546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecjRqasPI/AAAAAAAAA04/ioG0E-f8_ic/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;For the last few years, I have used either Mike's old skis or Mike's mom's old skis, neither of which was quite the right length for me, so this will be great. Mike got some too, we got a pretty good deal at the ski swap. This is a picture of Katie's ankle. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958234495161922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecZLqUlkI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Rv5RjpN4Wys/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;About 2-3 weeks ago, she got a bunch of these wrist bands and put them on her ankles. She only takes them off for baths. I have to make her take them off for church. Just one of those weird kid quirks, I guess. I wanted to put it on here just so I could remember. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958243669267090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecZt1mUpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/I7eecM3KVzA/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;-Funny story for this week. I picked Chase up from school Thursday and as he got in the car, he said his backpack was dripping on him. I asked if he had a water bottle in there. He said no and so I thought it was probably just cold and that made it feel wet. We both forgot about it. Later that night, when he was taking out his homework, it was definately wet, so he started cleaning everything out of it. He put his hand in one of the smaller front pockets and pulled out part of a disinigrated milk carton and his hand was covered with curdled chocolate milk! Super bad smell coming out too. Turns out one week previously, this kid at his after school math club had given his milk to Chase. Chase then put it in his backpack to drink later at home and forgot about it. Milk in the backpack for a week = gross!!! We washed his backpack and cleaned up his papers as best we could. Stinky.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401960174209510722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SveeKFqQrUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hwqb6_IaaQI/s320/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2687009499929129252?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2687009499929129252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2687009499929129252&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2687009499929129252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2687009499929129252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SvecY78PahI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tNHOp6cFkhc/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6237072949107183031</id><published>2009-11-01T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:48:39.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>The Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xlv2cI0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e-oIAohXD98/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208571787027266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xlv2cI0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e-oIAohXD98/s320/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XlFOxhRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/x1WkkilH4iw/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208560346367250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XlFOxhRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/x1WkkilH4iw/s320/167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xk1Tsd_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/qnqHs9IMX0Q/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208556072040434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xk1Tsd_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/qnqHs9IMX0Q/s320/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xkc9OLTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TwKdLqfjr28/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208549535329586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xkc9OLTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TwKdLqfjr28/s320/164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208107605695442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XKuo_G9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/G5DiZi2xkeQ/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208099461576050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XKQTRtXI/AAAAAAAAAzo/S7N7zOs_A9w/s320/158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208092874918306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XJ3w5SaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/MwlGHHl9ehg/s320/156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208087449312034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3XJjjVGyI/AAAAAAAAAzY/xxMwE8NFcDQ/s320/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun, safe time had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6237072949107183031?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6237072949107183031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6237072949107183031&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6237072949107183031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6237072949107183031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Su3Xlv2cI0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e-oIAohXD98/s72-c/168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6734744513633312491</id><published>2009-10-25T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:48:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTHd2HC4PI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/utY_Jftme_8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657569051894002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTHd2HC4PI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/utY_Jftme_8/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396657564798599330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTHdmQ-wKI/AAAAAAAAAzI/WAr95Oy4zqI/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;This fall we've had a few projects we've been working on. Mike took some days off and we got quite a bit done. We generally have a lot of neighborhood kids here (my neighbor says we are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;-aid house) and one thing I hate is when 15 dirty kids come in the house for a drink. Since we needed to replace the hose bib in our garden anyway, my sweet husband also spent a day putting in this drinking fountain. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396655418750910402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTFgrnVv8I/AAAAAAAAAyo/CTvZ7PG0qas/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;I still need to paint it, but I hope it will be great. We also had this shed built and spent a day painting it, plus building some shelves and transferring a lot of stuff from the garage to the shed. I think we'll love this. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396655420371966546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTFgxp1GlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kvWzmrkEJvk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;Last week our ward had their annual Halloween carnival. Connor and the deacons were in charge of the spook alley. He was so excited. He got to be a mummy in a coffin that sat up to scare people. The kids all dressed up that night, but Chase is the only one I got a picture of. I'll get the rest on Halloween. I don't think Chase will wear this whole get-up again on Halloween, because it was hard for him to walk.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396655431306514498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTFhaY1EEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sOyZzlBnv0s/s320/001.JPG" /&gt; It' s supposed to be Frank carrying the mad scientist. The girls had crazy hair day at school last Friday. This is what they chose. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396655438031052578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTFhzcFXyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cPf3TFMZouQ/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;We also went on our annual trip to the Pumpkin Walk. It's always entertaining. The theme this year was something about commercials from the past. Here's each of the kids with one of their favorites. Chase liked this Band-aid one because of the bare bum. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654705593954818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTE3K5eMgI/AAAAAAAAAyg/lQ97J2vVgAk/s320/012.JPG" /&gt; Katie liked the California raisins.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654694815553698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTE2ivs2KI/AAAAAAAAAyY/MZ-Onwc60cQ/s320/010.JPG" /&gt; This is Kenna with part of Where the Wild Things Are. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654690932791714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTE2UR-maI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lYreZdBBFMQ/s320/019.JPG" /&gt; Connor with the Fruit-of the Loom guys. Not really his favorite, but I needed a picture of him and we thought this was funny. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654684185929858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTE17JZqII/AAAAAAAAAyI/8ZSTSB8Fxiw/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;This garden one was my favorite, because it was so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654144104973586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTEWfMERRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/umr0CEK2trU/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396654136839633522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTEWEH3-nI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6I0BxbU1lhI/s320/026.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6734744513633312491?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6734744513633312491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6734744513633312491&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6734744513633312491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6734744513633312491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuTHd2HC4PI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/utY_Jftme_8/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-810617303915900655</id><published>2009-10-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:38:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865302221400274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuH252LDKNI/AAAAAAAAAw4/adtioOwKqvU/s320/jeans.jpg" /&gt;I need new jeans.  I love to wear jeans,  I think they can be comfortable and I don't feel dressed if I hang out in sweats or pajama pants for the day.  Since I stay home, I don't get into nicer slacks and whatever.  Anyway,  I HATE shopping for jeans.  I don't think there is much that is worse for your sense of self than this.  There are so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cuts and styles, ever brand sizes different.  How to know which cut looks best on you, which size.  Then who wants to spend $100 on a pair of pants.  I don't.  I just want to feel like I look cute.  And how many real people look like this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuH26FdSCDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8UQzSYSdnek/s1600-h/jeans+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865306324404274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuH26FdSCDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8UQzSYSdnek/s320/jeans+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously.  Mike's been laughing at me because I've spent so much time trying on dumb jeans and bringing them home and taking them back.  I'm sick of buying them, then a day later they stretch out to much, shrink to much in the wash, gap in the back, or slide under my belly when I sit down.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-810617303915900655?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/810617303915900655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=810617303915900655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/810617303915900655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/810617303915900655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeans.html' title='Jeans'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SuH252LDKNI/AAAAAAAAAw4/adtioOwKqvU/s72-c/jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-3845365836367900516</id><published>2009-10-04T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:46:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslBS1IE3OI/AAAAAAAAAws/rkhMeffMVOg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910220879912162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslBS1IE3OI/AAAAAAAAAws/rkhMeffMVOg/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslBSXVVVRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BUJgS4gN09I/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910212882453778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslBSXVVVRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BUJgS4gN09I/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA89thv-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/bplvYU9O8Es/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909845227356130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA89thv-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/bplvYU9O8Es/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were out of school for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UEA&lt;/span&gt; weekend and parent teacher conferences, so as a reward for good work (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;) no, just for fun although they are all doing well, we took off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hogle&lt;/span&gt; Zoo. It was all about babies down there. This year the zoo had baby giraffe, tigers, cats, monkey, snow leopard, and most famous a baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elephant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zuri&lt;/span&gt;. There were so many people there, but we had lots of fun. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909820927900658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA7jMFe_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/UXv3ctsFuMM/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;We went with our neighbors, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thompsons&lt;/span&gt; and thank goodness for Kori or I might have lost Kenna. She is little miss independent and speedy fast at looking at everything. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909815621190930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA7Pa3hRI/AAAAAAAAAwE/7xzpeJWr7Ns/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;The highlight for the boys was seeing the mama elephant go to the bathroom. Honestly, who knew how much water could leave an elephant? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909830858370962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA8ILsb5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/DMZ0hLvMlJM/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909802926728946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslA6gIRZvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CFTTdr7S6tA/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-3845365836367900516?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/3845365836367900516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=3845365836367900516&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/3845365836367900516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/3845365836367900516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/10/uea.html' title='UEA'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SslBS1IE3OI/AAAAAAAAAws/rkhMeffMVOg/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-139106549133867864</id><published>2009-09-27T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:20:25.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katelyn's Baptism Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Katie got baptized. Her primary teachers had given her a book about baptism that said it was one of the four most important days of her life. I hope she had a memorable day. I thought it was great. Here she is before. She didn't like the jumpsuit, because she felt like it was to tight when she tried to bend over. Her Dad baptized her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299068202816802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6dvY_FSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/T8nTHAStvY0/s320/_DSC2336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299027096668434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6bWQhCRI/AAAAAAAAAus/DTG1i3i3FBw/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299037256860450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6b8G5QyI/AAAAAAAAAu0/8E_DhYjkbBQ/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;This picture is on Sunday, before church. Look, she actually let me do something with her hair.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386304375352037218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr__SqD9j2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/TIPs7mL_xEs/s320/_DSC2450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386304361110393938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr__R1AfVFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/m9FhGK2wkbc/s320/_DSC2439.JPG" /&gt; This is how she really felt about all these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_-ubn7NbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3yiPCjd4TOY/s1600-h/_DSC2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386303753001055666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_-ubn7NbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3yiPCjd4TOY/s320/_DSC2422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much family support. All of the Wallace side came up for Saturday and Katie's Uncle Jeff did a fabulous job giving a talk about the Holy Ghost. My mom and dad and Aaron's family stayed here for the weekend. The cousins had so much fun and it was a terrific visit. Thanks to all. Thanks to Dad for the pictures. You're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_-t1yJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IvRyc-BRft4/s1600-h/_DSC2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386303742843419074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_-t1yJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IvRyc-BRft4/s320/_DSC2400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386303730239089746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_-tG1DLFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nhKRwx16yak/s320/_DSC2361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6dPNTcOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/OA6YXc47uuo/s1600-h/_DSC2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299059563884770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6dPNTcOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/OA6YXc47uuo/s320/_DSC2349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6cWE4q0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/AOUeiepQ_1k/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299044227754818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6cWE4q0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/AOUeiepQ_1k/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-139106549133867864?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/139106549133867864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=139106549133867864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/139106549133867864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/139106549133867864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/09/katelyns-baptism-day.html' title='Katelyn&apos;s Baptism Day'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sr_6dvY_FSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/T8nTHAStvY0/s72-c/_DSC2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8022781200965849402</id><published>2009-09-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:37:57.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383676704132418258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SrapcD9bytI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TPqvdhoHRjU/s320/katie.jpg" /&gt; Happy Birthday Katie!! Katie's 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday was Sunday, Sept 6.  She is so excited to be 8 years old.  I can't believe that my first little baby girl is 8.  I remember being so excited be expecting &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383673903666389026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sram5DaTYCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YxYd-HNFx0A/s320/IMGP1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a baby girl and filling the closet with little pink and lavender outfits in preparation for her.  Little did I know that she would hate both pink and purple.  This is my girl who does not like to have her hair fixed and would rather be a ninja for Halloween than a princess.  Katie is so tough, she often doesn't cry at all when she is hurt.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383673925490171794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sram6Utf35I/AAAAAAAAAuE/khL1-yNbQ3g/s320/IMGP3208.JPG" /&gt;She is a great soccer player but will not let me cheer for her because "it's to embarrassing."   Katie is so far having a terrific year in school, thank goodness.  Loves her teacher and has lots of friends.  She is super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; and tries hard at whatever she tries.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383673912624885090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sram5kyLLWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7r9kzZwXBrA/s320/IMGP2163.JPG" /&gt;She is also very 8, an age I find to be defined by really bad jokes and lots and lots of attempts to be annoying on purpose.  She often talks non-stop, especially during sacrament meeting.  We love her so much and it really is  joy to have her in our family.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383678018827510802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SraqollK5BI/AAAAAAAAAuU/MSGiQLyJViY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;She is into horses right now and luckily my talented neighbor Michelle wanted( yes, wanted) to make her this awesome cake.  We went out on Saturday for some fun, riding go-carts and playing at a playground, then eating at Angie's, Katie's favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383678037052467426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SraqppeVqOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/x4jhNnLJP48/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;She always gets a scone.  On Sunday, she requested roast and mashed potatoes.  Great-Grandpa Wallace came and had dinner with us.  Then Thompson's came for cake and ice cream.  Katie's presents included lots of crafts, which she is still enjoying working on and her favorite gift her own set of scriptures.  We are looking forward to her baptism next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SraqpBgyi8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Mz6BGHg-QV0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383678026325330882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SraqpBgyi8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Mz6BGHg-QV0/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other note, today I was released from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; after five years.  It's an interesting time.  Although I really loved the girls, I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; ready for a change.  However, after that long a calling kind-of becomes part of your identity and it takes awhile to readjust yourself.   A bittersweet day.  I have been called to be Enrichment Leader.  I'm still not sure about this one.  I haven't ever been in Relief Society for more than 2-3 weeks for about 15 years.  It will be an adjustment and challenge for me.  Enrichment leader is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of those callings where you can't please everyone and someone will always be complaining about what I do.  I guess that will toughen me up.  Mike's mom said it's time for RS because I'm getting older, which I am, but I'm not that old yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8022781200965849402?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8022781200965849402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8022781200965849402&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8022781200965849402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8022781200965849402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-katie.html' title='Happy Birthday Katie!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SrapcD9bytI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TPqvdhoHRjU/s72-c/katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-7344738255076869090</id><published>2009-08-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:46:08.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they're off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwxIty1OI/AAAAAAAAAts/3ckVW-r9cOY/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375873832163923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwxIty1OI/AAAAAAAAAts/3ckVW-r9cOY/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well another busy summer is over. I have been rebelling against my blog, not sure why, but I have not felt like doing it for a long time. I love summer, but it sure will be nice to get back into a routine. Connor just started eighth grade. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375873791610180866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwuxpB1QI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TzFmfRHE7sc/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't he look like a teenager in these pictures? He is at a new school this year, it's junior high with 8th and 9th graders. He was a bit nervous the first day. He had to find his way around a new school and the student population doubled from last year. It's a huge school. He is doing super now though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375873814938143570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwwIi2S1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/WlxrNSX5ua4/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chase started 5th grade. He has great teacher and really likes it so far. He is spending alot of time reading and is taking some swimming lessons. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375873799962666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwvQwapKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ncqurbbFqtU/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katie is in 2nd grade and looking forward to her 8th birthday coming up next week. She loves her teacher, has lots of friends, and is hopefully going to have a much better year than last year. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375873822333607906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwwkGEH-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/raPrsmTyBC8/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my baby started Kindergarten! Wow. She is absolutely not a baby though, more like the queen bee. She was so excited and I have to admit I am too. She came home the first day and said she had to spend a lot of time sitting down and almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;The second day was much better, because they got to make something and had recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Yesterday our nice neighbors took the kids and I boating (Mike stayed home to have a do whatever you want day.) It was really fun. Kenna and Kate tried the tubes, Chase loves knee-boarding, and Connor skied for the first time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919810957178&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p1/3386706919810957178/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919810957178&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p2/3386706919810957178/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919810957178&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p4/3386706919810957178/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href=" type="text/html; charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7344738255076869090?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7344738255076869090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7344738255076869090&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7344738255076869090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7344738255076869090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='And they&apos;re off!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SprwxIty1OI/AAAAAAAAAts/3ckVW-r9cOY/s72-c/118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8195239096829121599</id><published>2009-07-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:42:05.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a crazy, bitter sweet week. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I helped my good friend Camille move to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734143897990098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-0UAFc9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/9i0VeFusPQU/s320/IMGP4806.JPG" /&gt;The whole time I was thinking how ironic it was that I was doing all I could to help her, while wishing she didn't have to go. I'm so grateful for the friendship I have had with Camille and her family. I feel a little like I just lost my right arm and half of my family.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734155229616482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-0-NwWWI/AAAAAAAAAsM/W8uq32of9_0/s320/IMGP4802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734150385553042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-0sK1zpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_oaEvasx9KU/s320/IMGP4796.JPG" /&gt; Kenna and her daughter Gracie, have been buddies pretty much since birth.  They played together almost every day and are so alike it's almost scary. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734169720081074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-10MjSrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7YaKjGZb754/s320/IMGP4809.JPG" /&gt;David and Chase were also good friends and I had her daughter Rachel in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734160969138482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-1TmKgTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/E1cKLC5ACAU/s320/IMGP4808.JPG" /&gt; They were just one of those families that are so kind everyone in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; was sad to see them go. However, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; did get his dream job at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho and he is an awesome teacher so I'm glad for them too. We will miss them so much, but are determined to still see them. Friday was Mike's 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I made 200 suckers that said 40 sucks and had various pictures of Mike from his childhood. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357737008892217826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SlqBbE78CeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4xfLiyoLy0s/s320/IMGP4830.JPG" /&gt;The tellers at the bank handed them out all day. Here's a picture, but I don't know if you can see it very well. His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSM&lt;/span&gt; also totally decked out the bank with balloons and streamers. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357737012864256610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SlqBbTu8imI/AAAAAAAAAss/Lk9kEQKVkkY/s320/IMGP4838.JPG" /&gt;Mike was a good sport about it, even though he really doesn't like to be the center of attention.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357737024356127298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SlqBb-i0kkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gVrw1TyUH5w/s320/IMGP4839.JPG" /&gt; We went to dinner and a movie that night and yesterday had a bar-be-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; with Jeff, Marianne, Jon, Tammie and their families plus some of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; friends. It was fun. Connor was at scout camp all week. He had a blast, but we were happy to have him come home. He did his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsemanship&lt;/span&gt; merit badge and got to go horseback riding every day. He really liked it and wasn't sore at all. Mike and I went to our first opera this week, Carmen. I'm not sure I love it, but I liked it and the music was incredible. There was so much talent involved. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357737032525642258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SlqBcc-lehI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WROxWzDd3Rg/s320/IMGP4812.JPG" /&gt;There has also been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of swimming going on and Connor, Mike and I worked together to build this awesome go-cart from the Dangerous Book for Boys. And dangerous it is. Since we live on a hill, we need to figure out a way to rig a brake.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357737035951390674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SlqBcpvWP9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yT3yEawcmWM/s320/IMGP4814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8195239096829121599?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8195239096829121599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8195239096829121599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8195239096829121599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8195239096829121599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Slp-0UAFc9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/9i0VeFusPQU/s72-c/IMGP4806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4446236658523172467</id><published>2009-06-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:15:31.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain, rain go away. Come back when my kids are in school. Honestly, I am trying to be grateful. I know we need the moisture and all but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how much more my garden can take. A week or so ago, we had an amazing rain storm. Non-stop lightning, hard rain, hard hail, and more rain. Lots of people in our area had basement flooding, some severe. I'm grateful we didn't.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369324305321650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWsEaIKDrI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8G-WZPHQGJc/s320/IMGP4723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369328624908130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWsEqOBt2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/HV78uWRS3ls/s320/IMGP4725.JPG" /&gt; Here are a couple of pictures of the hail. I wish I had got my video camera out. The water on our street looked like a river. It was flowing clear over our curb and gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This week, we made a day trip to Idaho Falls to go to the zoo. It was per Chases' summer request. It was so good to get out of the house. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369767457399170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWseM_2IYI/AAAAAAAAArE/7MViBptGyNA/s320/IMGP4741.JPG" /&gt;It did rain, but we got to the zoo between storms and it was actually great weather for that. We met my mom and she took us to lunch and joined us at the zoo.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369770171327938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWseXG5ZcI/AAAAAAAAArM/-nnGS-1qJAI/s320/IMGP4759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347370182935226690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWs2YxeqUI/AAAAAAAAArk/nQKfwCOtrL8/s320/IMGP4745.JPG" /&gt; I guess Kenna hasn't to the zoo in her memory, because she was scared many of the animals would come out to eat her.  She did ask me to take this picture of her with the monkey.  She said he was sitting there to see her.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347370176932190258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWs2CaPmDI/AAAAAAAAArc/7S2ip1pB0As/s320/IMGP4783.JPG" /&gt;When we went into the petting zoo, some kids were taking a goat on a walk,  She was scared to death of the goat.  It was funny.  She didn't want to go in and pet them.  Whenever Chase stopped petting this goat, it would yell at him. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369773402072578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWsejJKpgI/AAAAAAAAArU/xAKxXMY0PlE/s320/IMGP4774.JPG" /&gt; It was fun to drive around and see our old favorite place and check out our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347370186367180434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWs2ljuHpI/AAAAAAAAArs/s8mm0qhLaFU/s320/IMGP4781.JPG" /&gt;My friend Michelle and I (she's the awesome cake decorator) also finished up this craft on Friday. We did it all ourselves, cutting, painting, sanding, everything. I had a pattern, but we changed it up to suit us and I think they turned out even cuter. These two are mine, one for me, one for my good friend who is moving. I don't have a picture of Michelle's, but check it out on her blog. It is so cute. We had a lot of fun doing this, using some tools I don't normally use. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347370332252256754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWs_FBbufI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y0QnRVN0Frw/s320/IMGP4784.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Connor went Friday on some scout thing called an Ordeal. He can home happy and in one piece, so I guess it wasn't to bad. He did sleep in the rain, and did six hours of service. He is now a member of the order of the arrow. I don't know what that is but he thinks it's pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4446236658523172467?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4446236658523172467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4446236658523172467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4446236658523172467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4446236658523172467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-rain-blah-blah.html' title='Rain, rain, blah blah'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SjWsEaIKDrI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8G-WZPHQGJc/s72-c/IMGP4723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2024467286567492905</id><published>2009-05-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:41:29.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenna is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371013189275906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBcov63EQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/i9qme3bKYzE/s320/IMGP0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow!  My baby is 5!  She has been looking forward to this birthday for months.  She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; grown up now.  All day today she has been telling me all the things she can do because she is 5.  She is looking forward to Kindergarten, telling me I will cry without her but it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because she will still give me hugs and kisses.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371021537378962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBcpPBNApI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qo6Y19GNNhk/s320/IMGP1570.JPG" /&gt;She is awesome at hugs.  Kenna is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;-girl and I think it's fun to have one, Kate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; is not and that's fun too. She doesn't wear her princess dresses as much as she used to, but still loves all things pretty.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371727108870002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBdSTejj3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/0GJ9by29HDc/s320/IMGP3144.JPG" /&gt;We took the training wheels off her bike last Monday and she took off.  She can ride and stop by herself, but needs help starting.  She has been taking her brothers scooters and riding them crazy fast, so we got her this one of her own for her birthday.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371741314436002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBdTIZbS6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/bvgBzqGuy7I/s320/IMGP4670.JPG" /&gt;Look at this cake!  I finally figured out the secret having amazing cakes.  It's awesome, isn't it.  Here's the secret, having my neighbor make it.  We have awesome neighbors.  Kenna loves to call Michelle during the day and go to her house to play.  She also likes to play with Michelle's 14 yr old daughter, Kori.  They are so nice to let her hang out at their house.  A couple of months ago, Michelle told me she had seen the perfect cake for Princess Kenna, a princess in the pea cake.  Then she told me she would like to make it for her.  Are you kidding me?  She does this for fun.  Anyway, of course I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that, since I love making cakes so much, it was a gift to me too.  It was so pretty, we didn't want to eat it.  It did taste good too.  She has some better pictures on her blog, check out her link it you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBdS9Z9ZtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LWVuYdsXt-E/s1600-h/IMGP4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371738363881170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBdS9Z9ZtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LWVuYdsXt-E/s320/IMGP4643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2024467286567492905?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2024467286567492905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2024467286567492905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2024467286567492905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2024467286567492905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenna-is-5.html' title='Kenna is 5!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SiBcov63EQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/i9qme3bKYzE/s72-c/IMGP0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4177262329011912394</id><published>2009-05-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:23:59.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>I haven't done this for so long, but there are a bunch of pictures I want to put on.  I just did this slideshow.  Most of them are from Mackay on Easter weekend.  Katie sure loved those horses and I'm still hearing almost every day about how much she needs to have one.  Since the last post Chase got his tonsils out and four teeth pulled.  He came through both very well except his voice is higher and more nasil now.  They keep telling me that this will pass with time.  Connor has been finishing up testing.  He went on a scout camp-out, had a band concert and danced with a girl at Mutual.  Kate has had an awesome soccer season ( I have pictures of that on my other computer, maybe next time) and a field trip to a historical farm.  Kenna has a dance rehersal and playing.  We send Mike's parents off on their mission over Mother's Day weekend with a surprise open house.  It was sad to say good-bye, but for a good cause.  This feels like a pretty disjointed blog, but that's how life has been lately.  We also had my parents down for a very fun weekend in there somewhere.  It's all a blur at the moment.  I had just better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919801211950&amp;amp;site=widget-2e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919801211950&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p1/3386706919801211950/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919801211950&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p2/3386706919801211950/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919801211950&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p4/3386706919801211950/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4177262329011912394?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4177262329011912394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4177262329011912394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4177262329011912394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4177262329011912394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2913043124307124675</id><published>2009-04-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:00:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Connor</title><content type='html'>So I'm about a week late on this, but hopefully Connor will forgive me. I also really need to blog our awesome Easter trip to Mackay, but that will be next time. Connor is 13. I have a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326617457425269986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyWxw6ROI/AAAAAAAAAps/3wgzy_03Ez4/s320/connor+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How on earth did that happen? Anyway, so far Connor hasn't hit any of the teenage angst and attitude. I know it's probably coming, but I'm sure going to do my best to enjoy him now. Connor is an awsome big brother and example to us all. He is very easy going and works hard, at home and in school.  He is almost always willing to help me when I need it.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326617456486135154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyWuRANXI/AAAAAAAAApk/dl85afxSTVg/s320/connor+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He also has a great sense of humor, much more subtle than Chase's but funny and fun to kid with.  He loves hanging out with his friends, shooting some hoops, playing the trumpet, and babysitting(not really that one, but I sure love that he can and is willing to).  Mike says blogs are just another form of the brag letter, but I told him I feel like what I put on here is for me and what I want to remember.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618031908559506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sevy4N4ZmpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1y8JCQpGAXk/s320/IMGP4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So if I'm bragging, oh well.  Connnor is super patient with his younger siblings (not perfect mind you there is definately yelling and fighting at times)  He is my most even tempered child.  He totally gets that from Mike, not me.  We are so grateful he is part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyXXsxghI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ImFynj4hb9w/s1600-h/IMGP4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326617467608465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyXXsxghI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ImFynj4hb9w/s320/IMGP4565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyXFZlNOI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ibrz7mXDQuA/s1600-h/IMGP4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326617462696129762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyXFZlNOI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ibrz7mXDQuA/s320/IMGP4556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2913043124307124675?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2913043124307124675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2913043124307124675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2913043124307124675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2913043124307124675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-connor.html' title='Happy Birthday Connor'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SevyWxw6ROI/AAAAAAAAAps/3wgzy_03Ez4/s72-c/connor+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4446897265533162765</id><published>2009-04-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:12:09.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things I love about me (ha ha)</title><content type='html'>Here goes this crazy 8 things tag.&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite T.V. Shows&lt;br /&gt;Like others of my family, I don't think I have eight. We also don't have cable and just don't watch that much. Here are the ones we do watch occasionally, I'm sorry to say they aren't educational, just entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;1. Amazing Race (we do love this one, we watch in on Mondays on-line to avoid nasty &lt;br /&gt;commercials.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dancing with the Stars-my little dancer loves this. We don't care who wins&lt;br /&gt;3. So You Think You Can Dance-same as above&lt;br /&gt;4. American Idol-somewhat boring this season because there is such a clear favorite-&lt;br /&gt;I'm just mad my favorite (Megan) is gone.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gilmore Girls-a guilty pleasure that isn't on anymore but I own it.&lt;br /&gt;6. PBS-Clifford and Word World&lt;br /&gt;7.?????&lt;br /&gt;8.?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday-this should be stimulating&lt;br /&gt;1. Checked Connor out of school and took him to lunch for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to the park with my friend and their children for the FIRST NICE DAY SO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;3. Got a sunburn on my arms (it's raining today, but at least it isn't snow....yet)&lt;br /&gt;4. Made a chocolate swirl cheesecake for Connor's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read a book&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to Young Women's-stuffed Easter eggs for a Primary activity and watched &lt;br /&gt;Johnny Lingo (a classic you ugly mahana!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Went to aerobics&lt;br /&gt;8. Ate way to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to Wicked&lt;br /&gt;2. the sun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3 Going to the pool&lt;br /&gt;4. School being out--no HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;5. Mini-vacations&lt;br /&gt;6. Kenna going to Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;7. New books&lt;br /&gt;8. Working in my gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;1. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;2. Firehouse (local pasta and pizza place-yummy salads and foccia did I spell that right?  bread)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cafe Sabor&lt;br /&gt;4. Angies (another local cafe and I don't really like it but my family does, we went&lt;br /&gt;there a few time after skiing so I guess I do like it because I didn't &lt;br /&gt;have to cook.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sizzler&lt;br /&gt;6. Subway&lt;br /&gt;7. Garcias&lt;br /&gt;8. Costa Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish for ( serious or frivolous how do I feel???)&lt;br /&gt;1. To be a better writer&lt;br /&gt;2. All my kids to feel confident I guess and have strong testimonies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Missions and temple marriages for my kids&lt;br /&gt;4. College for my kids&lt;br /&gt;5. A vacation with Mike on a beach somewhere warm&lt;br /&gt;6. Peace and balance in my life&lt;br /&gt;7. Temple blessing for ALL of my family&lt;br /&gt;8. No new pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to Tag???&lt;br /&gt;Farahlyn&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Dad (come on Dad, it would be cool to see you answers)&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4446897265533162765?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4446897265533162765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4446897265533162765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4446897265533162765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4446897265533162765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-things-i-love-about-me-ha-ha.html' title='8 things I love about me (ha ha)'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1196912954643342226</id><published>2009-03-27T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:03:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Dr. Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSOoBEII/AAAAAAAAApE/gYpbxd_qIo4/s1600-h/IMGP4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSOoBEII/AAAAAAAAApE/gYpbxd_qIo4/s320/IMGP4542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006004204507266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chase and I stopped at the Dollar Store, where he bought these glasses. As soon as we came home, he started setting up shop. He came and asked me "what are those doctors called that help people with problems? Thera something?" Therapists, I answered.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSKwguOI/AAAAAAAAApM/rdt6JRwjTvw/s1600-h/IMGP4543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSKwguOI/AAAAAAAAApM/rdt6JRwjTvw/s320/IMGP4543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006003166394594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next I knew he told me Dr. Lou was open for business and I needed an appointment. He made me come in the front door and Nurse Joy (Kenna) showed me to the waiting room. A few minutes later she came and told me the doctor was ready. He asked to me to get comfortable on his couch and tell him my problem.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aS7EzH_I/AAAAAAAAApc/zVOZopYOrdA/s1600-h/IMGP4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aS7EzH_I/AAAAAAAAApc/zVOZopYOrdA/s320/IMGP4547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006016136388594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was so darn serious, no matter what crazy problem I threw at him, he didn't even crack a smile. I couldn't look at him for fear of cracking up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSuacD5I/AAAAAAAAApU/I4GBKWhAeRI/s1600-h/IMGP4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSuacD5I/AAAAAAAAApU/I4GBKWhAeRI/s320/IMGP4546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006012737490834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of Dr. Lou's satisfied patients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1196912954643342226?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1196912954643342226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1196912954643342226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1196912954643342226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1196912954643342226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-dr-lou.html' title='Meet Dr. Lou'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/Sc1aSOoBEII/AAAAAAAAApE/gYpbxd_qIo4/s72-c/IMGP4542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-9143471440937578136</id><published>2009-03-14T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:28:05.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of Boarding</title><content type='html'>&gt;All season the kids and Mike have wanted to try boarding. Con went last Tuesday with his school and loved it, so we decided to bite the bullet and let everyone try. We rented boards and boots the night before. Katie was so excited, she told me she probably wouldn't be able to sleep. She kept her boots on all night and kept trying out her board. This morning, a very nice guy Mike knew from work met us and gave Mike, Chase, and Katie a lesson on the basics. Everyone had wet gloves and bums, but smiles. Connor continued practicing what he had already learned and was doing very well. There were many falls, but they all said it was very fun. Mike said it was painful. Everyone picked it up pretty well. We may even have a couple who convert next year. Kenna and I just skied. I didn't do the photography job I intended to because I forgot to charge my battery and of course it was almost dead. I tried really hard to get a picture of everyone before it died. Check out what I did get.&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445344d6a517a4d513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: boarding" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445344d6a517a4d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;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 ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-9143471440937578136?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/9143471440937578136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=9143471440937578136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/9143471440937578136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/9143471440937578136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-boarding.html' title='A day of Boarding'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2719616118368905568</id><published>2009-02-20T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:23:50.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038251549315394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9ILrd00UI/AAAAAAAAAn0/krsdqTnS310/s320/chase.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chase has reached his first decade! On my birthday he told me I was "decades old." That didn't sound so good to me, but it's great for him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038258872248834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9IMGvv6gI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hl7bTRuzHUY/s320/Chase+2.png" border="0" /&gt;We love having Chase in our family. He keeps us on our toes. His ski instructor told me he has a "dry" sense of humor and she is so right. He is so good that sometimes I don't know he is teasing. He is also quite a deep thinker and asks me questions that surprise me (which if I had a better memory or kept a journal, I would be able to share, oh well.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038264963481154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9IMdcAvkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/FJ2YVbAPxI0/s320/IMGP0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chase loves to play with friends, mostly they make up characters and fight or jump on the tramp. He is playing the cello this year and &lt;strong&gt;does not&lt;/strong&gt; like it. Chase is in fourth grade and has become a great skier. He is tall for his age and sometimes I think he body grows a bit faster than his reflexes can keep up with. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038859245281234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9IvDT1X9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6OFSKHGaaMY/s320/IMGP2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He has a contagious smile although his Principal gave him the nickname "Smiley" because every time he sees her, he frowns. He loves to play on the computer or video games and loves loves the four wheelers. WE LOVE CHASE.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038860298916178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9IvHPCkVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/K18yDAYQb5Y/s320/IMGP4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305038863262679426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9IvSRqAYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Pf9mwnFNgQs/s320/IMGP4449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2719616118368905568?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2719616118368905568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2719616118368905568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2719616118368905568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2719616118368905568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-chase.html' title='Happy Birthday Chase!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZ9ILrd00UI/AAAAAAAAAn0/krsdqTnS310/s72-c/chase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6164780025180693727</id><published>2009-02-15T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:37:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another week</title><content type='html'>Last week I installed a new faucet all by myself and I'm pretty darn proud of it. I'm not the most handy person and frankly projects that I don't really know what I'm doing scare me a little. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303201245250831074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjBb1uVwuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3Xl1IMawXJA/s320/IMGP4405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                           Before &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, meeting a new challenge or doing something you've never done before is also pretty invigorating, so I just did it. I bought the faucet and got some instruction from the Home Depot guy. The hardest part was getting the old one out. The new one looks great and no drips! Yay! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303201249755779570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjBcGgZ0fI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WURlHGfJmts/s320/IMGP4406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                              After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think I would know how to do more home improvement things, growing up with my Dad, but I didn't take advantage of his knowledge while I was there I guess. Kenna and I were the only ones home, so I didn't get a picture of me with my head under the sink. Sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some pictures of my kidos on the tramp. They sure love that, warm or cold. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303201256083109394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjBceE9NhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/jmGY_DXBng4/s320/IMGP4412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They tell the story well, one minute they get along great, the next there is a bunch of wrestling going on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303201257466971026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjBcjO5Q5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/PiyIi6FXfnI/s320/IMGP4415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This last one, I don't know---time out????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202235007523234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjCVc2uWaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mlPgS4kfydU/s320/IMGP4418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is part of a city of blocks and animals Kate, Kenna, and Chase built last Sunday. It took up the whole floor of Kate and Kenna's room.  There was a hotel with a pool, stores to buy whatever at and a mansion. They wouldn't clean it up until I took pictures so they could "build it exactly the same next time." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202238651195442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjCVqbcYDI/AAAAAAAAAnk/pd1aH0a4nb8/s320/IMGP4419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Chase spent his afternoon today building. I'm not sure why--that's just Chase.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202243690973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjCV9NBSEI/AAAAAAAAAns/bJz58UGzsnI/s320/IMGP4428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last sad (or not so much) note, Smokey went to heaven yesterday. We aren't sure why. He did seem to have a cold, but who knows. I wish now I would have taken a picture of him with his saber teeth. His teeth were deformed and didn't rub against each other right to ground down, so the would grow huge, once starting to go up his nose. Mike learned how to trim them after one trip to the vet cost more than the silly rabbit. Kate doesn't really seem to sad about it, which is good. The biggest problem is now they are all talking about what pet they want to get next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6164780025180693727?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6164780025180693727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6164780025180693727&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6164780025180693727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6164780025180693727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SZjBb1uVwuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3Xl1IMawXJA/s72-c/IMGP4405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2688086609863278529</id><published>2009-02-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:07:44.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter was walking around the house singing, "kiss me, kiss me.........marry me" What a kid. I have to say though when you need a pick-me-up, she's the one to go to. She always telling me that I look beautiful or she will stop playing and run up and give me a hug and say "I love you so much" and then she is off again. I definitely enjoy that while it lasts. I am a wee bit concerned about her getting older and what she will be like with boys. Here's a couple pics from skiing last Saturday. We didn't realize the camera was set to black and white.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788052209167346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYkTqMgC6_I/AAAAAAAAAms/eB3cBANXXIY/s320/IMGP4397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are eating the lunch.  The lodge up there is small and on nice days, it's easier to just eat at the car.  Kim brought up "the cousins"  for the day.  My kids loved skiing with them.  I didn't see Connor or Chase the whole afternoon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788055815415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYkTqZ715zI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UrUAXmM1d88/s320/IMGP4402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And last, the hot ski Mama.  I had Mike take this to show off, but it ended up in the black and white. Oh well, my stuff is black and white anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788048770968322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYkTp_sUKwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4f4BpsVTzF4/s320/IMGP4400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2688086609863278529?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2688086609863278529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2688086609863278529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2688086609863278529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2688086609863278529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYkTqMgC6_I/AAAAAAAAAms/eB3cBANXXIY/s72-c/IMGP4397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5254045149195422489</id><published>2009-01-29T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:12:21.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are a Yellow Crayon&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors. You have a thoughtful and wise way about you.  Some people might even consider you a genius. Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way.While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme. Your color wheel opposite is purple.  You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.   (Mike was purple, how funny is that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Life is Like Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;"I want the fairy tale" You believe that love is truly blind, unpredictable, and surprising.  Two very different people can easily find true love. At least, that is how it will happen when you marry a gorgeous billionaire someday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Your love style: Sensual and flirty  (I'm not so sure about this.)&lt;br /&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Surprisingly happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get the pictures to upload.  These quizzes were fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5254045149195422489?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5254045149195422489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5254045149195422489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5254045149195422489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5254045149195422489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-color-crayon-are-you-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1993783090772564622</id><published>2009-01-29T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:51:01.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Child</title><content type='html'>Before Christmas, we received quite a few packages in the mail. Amazon was Santa's friend. Anyway, one day Kenna was so excited about this box. She took it in her room and played in it, put her dolls in it, etc. Later in the afternoon, she came and told me to come look at it. She had it all set up on her bed with her pillow and blanket inside. She has slept in it ever since.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296943383089855026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYKF8UhtOjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pBpvWnOycHY/s320/IMGP4389.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The sides only held up a day or two before collapsing (it was a shallow box.) I keep asking her if she's done with it. Absolutely not. The other night, she woke up crying. When I went in to see what was wrong, she started yelling at me for throwing her box away. I hadn't, but she had slid down off of it while sleeping and couldn't feel it anymore. Are there long term effects to this? Will it go to college with her? Does it bod well for her life's ambitions? I'm just not sure. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296943388323156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SYKF8oBbEqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NAsuB-YQmac/s320/IMGP4385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Speaking of her life's ambitions, I'm pretty sure one of them is to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;diva princess&lt;/span&gt;. She put this show on for us the other day. 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When we moved here about 5 years ago, Mike's Dad started taking us skiing. Connor learned when he was 8 and Chase was 5. Since then, our family has gone 3-4 times a year, except me. I was usually home taking care of a little one, although I did go a couple times a year, thanks to my terrific family. This is the year I have been waiting for! We can all go. In the past, we have gone south to ski with Kim at Snow Basin, Brighton, or Alta. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293598540339053266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXaj02RvgtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wnPE6DzK5Zo/s320/IMGP4371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This year we decided to try buying season passes to our local resort, Beaver Mountain. While Snow Basin it is not, it has a few things going for it. It's definitely small, but much less expensive and close. Terrific actually because we have already gone 6 times. And we are all skiing, YAY. We started Kenna this year. She went twice with us and then all of the kids started group lessons on Jan. 10. Kenna took to it really well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599571210957362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXakw2kwcjI/AAAAAAAAAkU/VmObRsknBWw/s320/IMGP4372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We thought she might be wimpy, honestly, but she hasn't. Last time when it was so cold, she wanted to go longer than the older one.  They go every Saturday morning for four weeks. This is awesome for two reasons. Mike and I have two hours to ski by ourselves and the kids are learning so much. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293598531808457058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXaj0Wf48WI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vxa_99YZfMc/s320/IMGP4361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't believe how much my boys have improved in two weeks. Then we ski as a family in the afternoon. So I know I need to do a Smilebox or something, but didn't feel like it, so there are just lots of pictures on this post. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293598523125153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXajz2JoPvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rnb32_w19SE/s320/IMGP4374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Mike has my poles so I could take pictures.  That's also the reason there aren't any pictures of me.  Sad to because I look pretty hot in my ski clothes. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599561275874674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXakwRkDHXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/80G03LoS5PU/s320/IMGP4375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2885407640093886277?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2885407640093886277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2885407640093886277&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2885407640093886277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2885407640093886277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-love-to-ski.html' title='We Love to Ski!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SXakwpmTasI/AAAAAAAAAkM/db06sQKc3oo/s72-c/IMGP4373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-7399465588084829627</id><published>2008-12-17T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:59:45.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing and Quilting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first of this month brought Kenna's first dance recital. Now, I know there are many other little girls out there who are like Kenna, but we get such a kick out of all her "girliness" because she is sooooo different from Katie. We were told to leave her hair curly and down, so we did.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819878139263202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SUk9sz9P-OI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ol90HumOlLw/s320/IMGP4282.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Also she got to wear make-up, which she ate up. She told me she was "the most beautiful girl there". She even did her dance, which we weren't sure about, since last year in her singing group she just stood there and gave everyone the grouchiest face possible. As mom, I totally messed up the video. In the spring, I guess I'll get another chance.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819886542995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SUk9tTQ2wBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5anvagMqMZg/s320/IMGP4284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And (drum roll) after only one year, we finished Chase's quilt. TA DA. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819954886830034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SUk9xR3S59I/AAAAAAAAAjU/zVx0WdtJQjg/s320/IMGP4147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chase came home last December and told me he had been learning about quilts at school. "And the ladies said anyone could make one, just use your fabric scraps. Can I make one, mom, please." I really, really wanted to say no. I don't make quilts, felt totally inadequate, didn't want to take the time, and I usually don't make anything without a pattern or some sort of direction. However, the Spirit was telling me this would be great for Chase, so I did it. He picked the fabric and we figured out the pattern. I sewed the strips together. Then it sat for a long time until I finally borrowed a frame and Chase tied it. I learned alot about not putting stretchy fabrics with non-stretchy fabrics. I also learned to let go a bit, because it really drives me crazy when things don't match up perfectly. Anyway, it looks ok and best of all Chase loves it and I guess we spent some "quality time" together making up. I still don't think I'll become a quilter anytime in the near future. Kudos to all of you who have that talent.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819970030193874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SUk9yKRwTNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/UvpPeuYdNI4/s320/IMGP4148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-7399465588084829627?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/7399465588084829627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=7399465588084829627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7399465588084829627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/7399465588084829627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-and-quilting.html' title='Dancing and Quilting'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SUk9sz9P-OI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ol90HumOlLw/s72-c/IMGP4282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-8693727999137070626</id><published>2008-12-04T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:20:35.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>A little late, I know. Where did November go, anyway. We went to St. George for Thanksgiving. Just because we wanted to and we love St. George. It was our mini-vacation for the year. We had a hotel with a swimming pool. What else could you want? (softer beds came to mind) Mike's extended family came along also. We drove down Wednesday. On Thursday, it was pouring rain, so we hit the 12:00 movie (Bolt) and then looked for a place to eat. Of course, there isn't much open. We had planned on eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ChuckaRama&lt;/span&gt;, but the line was forever long, so we ended up at Denny's. Yup, Thanksgiving dinner at Denny's and it wasn't to bad. Chase had alien pancakes, Connor and Mike hamburgers, the girls chicken and me, the turkey of course. Worth every bit of not having to cook and clean up. On Friday, we headed into Zion National Park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151621451245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STin8gmz5-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/EOu5wc9vzsA/s320/IMGP4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the way there, we stopped at this old pioneer town called Grafton.  There are some building and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.  It's pretty cool.  We also stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rockville&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.  It is an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; also, with some pioneers, but my sister-in-law's niece and nephew are buried there.  There was a grave dug and all the kids got in it.  They thought it was pretty funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151628466075778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STin86vRuII/AAAAAAAAAcA/lctR-0KCADA/s320/IMGP4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Zion.  This is one of my favorite places, it is so beautiful and there are lots of hikes that are nice for kids.  It was pretty muddy in a few spots, but beautiful.  Here's the whole crew, minus Mike's dad who took the picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151635395633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STin9UjaYKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ck4rzhIbs40/s320/IMGP4168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152852171903186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipEJZe0NI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zaRDx3bEqmQ/s320/IMGP4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152861312473858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipErcw2wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LYs124a-sgQ/s320/IMGP4160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went back into St. George and played on the "red rocks"  that night and Saturday.  This is by far the kids favorite place.  It's up where the Dixie is, above St. George.  The kids can run all over and there is this crevice called "the Narrows"  they like to go through.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152864563428530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipE3j2fLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TpyokGG5GZU/s320/IMGP4226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Chase in it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152869964446722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipFLrjfAI/AAAAAAAAAco/I16GVyBQiqY/s320/IMGP4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And Kate.  It really is narrow, Mike and I can't fit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276153342214512210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipgq8vnlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UZompAPftWY/s320/IMGP4246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Connor took this shot of Mike and I.  Check out my awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; eyes.  I should have kept my sunglasses on.  Here's my kiddos.  In between all this hiking there was lots and lots of swimming and games.  A first rate trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152876254226066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STipFjHJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ij1UBjGorV0/s320/IMGP4230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-8693727999137070626?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/8693727999137070626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=8693727999137070626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8693727999137070626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/8693727999137070626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/STin8gmz5-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/EOu5wc9vzsA/s72-c/IMGP4151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4822780562850363021</id><published>2008-11-14T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:57:27.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've spent the week thinking about my quirks.  Instead of being quirky, which sounds fun and cute, I've come to the sad realization that I'm more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quirkless&lt;/span&gt;, which is pretty boring.  I even asked Mike and the kids, who can be my most honest, worst, critics and they didn't come up with much.  Anyway, I came up with six things, although I'm not sure they all classify as "quirks".  Here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I can't stand feeling other people's breath on my face.  I have a weird phobia about breathing in their carbon monoxide waste.  I can't sleep facing Mike and move if he or my kids sit to close when we are talking or whatever.  Mike thinks this is pretty funny and tries to do it at night when we are talking on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I hate turtle necks, scarves, and even regular t-shirt necks.  It makes me feel claustrophobic.  I try to buy v-neck or rounded neck shirts.  If I have a t-shirt with the regular neck, I cut a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vee&lt;/span&gt; into it.  All my workout shirts are like that.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't like watermelon.  Every summer it looks so good and refreshing.  Everyone else likes it.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; try it once a year and still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am super sensitive to strong smells, both good and bad. I think this might run in the family, as I've heard a couple stories about Aaron too.  Many times, Mike and the kids can't even smell what is bothering me.  It causes problems sometimes.  The ladies I visit teach have indoor dogs and I fight not to gag every time I go over there.  Last Sunday at church I was sick to my stomach from this l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adies&lt;/span&gt; perfume.  Mike also gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of laughs out of this one and I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can't leave the house w/o running back to check that my curling iron is off, even when I know it did turn it off. &lt;br /&gt;6.  Mike said I can't relax.  I hate to admit it, but I think he's right.  I have a hard time sitting and watching a movie, because there is always something to be done.  I rush to much to do the "next thing".  I think that's why I like camping.  I feel like I can relax, because I'm away from all that "needs to be done."&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know I"m crazy, I tag Ally, Farah, and Crazy Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4822780562850363021?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4822780562850363021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4822780562850363021&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4822780562850363021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4822780562850363021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-880149592503680621</id><published>2008-11-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:03:20.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPvVDiNoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_zYqxceABwc/s1600-h/IMGP4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891863664342658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPvVDiNoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_zYqxceABwc/s320/IMGP4120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Connor this morning. Pretty nice smile, right. I thought so too. However, the orthodontist disagreed with me. He showed me through lots of x-rays, molds, and pictures that Connor's smile wasn't living up to it's potential. On a bit of a separate note, are there any kids out there that don't need braces?  And do they really all need them or is it just a conspiracy to make money.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; expensive.  I figured if my parents could do it for me, I better do it for my children, but sometimes I wonder.   Braces have changed a bit since I had a metal mouth.  It was interesting to watch the process.   First they put bands on his back teeth.  Connor said the glue tasted really bad.  To set the glue on both the bands and the brackets, they used this cool laser. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891878397207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPwL8H5GI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mbpz-MY8J3g/s320/IMGP4125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, that sets the glue faster and easier than any other way by making the molecules in the glue vibrate.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, I asked lots of questions.  Then they cleaned Connor's teeth so the brackets would stick better.  They put this awesome plastic thing in his mouth to keep him open for the next part.  I thought he looked kind-of like the Joker.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891889507872146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPw1VHLZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3J3cZdqMTKE/s320/IMGP4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They put on this green stuff (technical terms from Amy) to open the pores in his teeth.  I didn't know you had pores in your teeth.  Apparently having them open also makes the glue stick better.  The brackets went on next. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891892880159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPxB5IM8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/td7qEfnpaYA/s320/IMGP4134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here is the finished product.  This is the after picture.  I told Connor that today was the beginning of the end, when his teeth would be pretty, so this picture could also be a before.  Connor was most excited about choosing what color of rubber bands would be on the brackets.  His type of braces didn't even need these bands, but it is such a deal to the kids, they put them on for them anyway.  He went with red and blue, although it probably isn't visible.  Ah, those terrific &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen and early teen years.  At least 75% of the other kids at his school are braced right along with him (conspiracy?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891896893219442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPxQ16onI/AAAAAAAAAbw/irb-czaRbMY/s320/IMGP4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-880149592503680621?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/880149592503680621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=880149592503680621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/880149592503680621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/880149592503680621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/11/brace-yourself.html' title='Brace Yourself'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRtPvVDiNoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_zYqxceABwc/s72-c/IMGP4120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5303102135488695492</id><published>2008-11-06T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:16:49.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN6ZsLEvnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S72TpTi1WXo/s1600-h/IMGP4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686971099168370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN6ZsLEvnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S72TpTi1WXo/s320/IMGP4087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween!  This is Kenna sporting a Halloween snack we had. Nice teeth.  We spent Halloween in Layton with our cousins. This was kind-of a boring costume year for me. Easy, but not so fun. Katie decided a long time ago she wanted to be a "person dressed all in black with a sword." I asked her if she was a ninja. No, just a person dressed all in black with a sword. She found the hood in our dress up box and the rest was just clothes of hers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686388088708226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN53wSjHII/AAAAAAAAAaw/FLCu3XmzIaY/s320/IMGP4091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Connor was just this scary guy. He added the mask to last year's costume. He wasn't going to go at all until we decided to spend it with the cousins. Chase found his on the internet. It was called "scary jack". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686383458505298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN53fCn0lI/AAAAAAAAAag/zqz1ywsY3Gk/s320/IMGP4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We thought he looked like the headless horsemen with his head on. Kenna wanted to be a princess, of course. This was the only one I got to make. I had found the fabric on clearance awhile ago and saved it. Here's a picture of the other Wallace family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686962765094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN6ZNIE3TI/AAAAAAAAAbA/hH4NAubT8Wk/s320/IMGP4112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We carved our pumpkins on the Wednesday before Halloween, because it was warm and we could do it outside. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686384522535554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN53jATooI/AAAAAAAAAao/xIWEC5K8Lc8/s320/IMGP4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I guess we got some bum pumpkins because on Thursday when I took the pictures they were already going bad. Chase was pretty upset that his pumpkin was caving in already. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686400556385090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN54evEw0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/8o4vUGBAnd8/s320/IMGP4092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spent the weekend in Layton, celebrating Halloween and November birthdays. We had a great time playing games, football and Rock Band. I just may have to upgrade from Guitar Hero to Rock Band. It was fun. We even made the kids mad by having "adult time" on the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5303102135488695492?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5303102135488695492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5303102135488695492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5303102135488695492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5303102135488695492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SRN6ZsLEvnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S72TpTi1WXo/s72-c/IMGP4087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1755869477499713185</id><published>2008-10-27T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:35:20.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaGZjjG-YI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b2oJNjWZzR0/s1600-h/IMGP4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040988226353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaGZjjG-YI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b2oJNjWZzR0/s320/IMGP4062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you who have lived here in Logan may fondly remember the North Logan Pumpkin Walk. It's a weird tradition for many of us living in Cache Valley. A bunch of groups get together and create scenes using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; and other gourds and props to go along with the theme for the year. Other people donate time to carve the hundreds of pumpkins that line the walkway. Since I don't claim that artistic gene, it always amazes me what people can come up with to do with pumpkins. When we were here in college, we would go at night. It's fun to see all the carved pumpkins lit. However, now it is to crowded and cold, so we go in the afternoon. I like it better since you can see more. This Noah's ark was my favorite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040151230719746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaFo1fzJwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/s_oUKVVOCkI/s320/IMGP4057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also thought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pumpkin &lt;/span&gt;fountain you can see in the background here was cool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040980190359250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaGZFnLbtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6Yemsn3x2QE/s320/IMGP4061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Connor is posing here with our favorite carved pumpkin. We liked the teeth, so Con is trying to imitate the smile. He doesn't usually like letting me take his picture, so I was pleasantly surprised he did this one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040137763291538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaFoDU6gZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nwUacfv3VfA/s320/IMGP4056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have to say, even though having your kids get older is so bittersweet, I have been enjoying Connor so much. His sense of humor is great, more adult. He is fun to talk to and tells me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. It's been fun to see him trying on the self he is learning to be comfortable with. I know this might change and I could be in for some teenage angst and anger, but I'm enjoying this new maturity while it lasts. The end are just some silly pictures we took at the end.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040983733657202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaGZSz93nI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qAGZlNaO_rQ/s320/IMGP4080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040159748304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaFpVOjLXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gdeLZfL0CkY/s320/IMGP4058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262041911856959186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaHPUVzjtI/AAAAAAAAAZw/cm1Ld_rIzOI/s200/IMGP4084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262041931387514754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaHQdGQL4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1wvtTHGFEVQ/s200/IMGP4085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Kenna with her best buddy, Gracie.  These two are so alike it's scary and have loved to play together since they were tiny.  I firmly believe they were friends in Heaven.  They will get up and dance together during Sharing time.  We had our Primary Program yesterday and had to laugh when I saw they were on opposite ends of the chapel.  Where's Chase?  so of you may ask.  He didn't feel the Pumpkin Walk was worth his time, so he stayed with a friend.  He missed out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1755869477499713185?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1755869477499713185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1755869477499713185&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1755869477499713185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1755869477499713185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-walk.html' title='Pumpkin Walk'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQaGZjjG-YI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b2oJNjWZzR0/s72-c/IMGP4062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5555886119345085019</id><published>2008-10-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:25:26.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our elementary schools do silly days during Red Ribbon Week (say NO to drugs!) like at a high school homecoming week. One of the days was crazy hair day. It's funny because during all of Connor's many years of school (he's in seventh grade), he has never participated in crazy hair day. It's just not his thing and he isn't really comfortable with it. Katie's crazy day was first and she really wasn't sure what to do, but didn't want to do much. This is Katie and her friend Gracie, Katie's little pony is orange if you can't tell.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261282354488803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQPUbQpWAfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PmOookk6Dwc/s400/IMGP4045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Chase. He is much more willing to put himself out there. We had fun doing his hair. It was just what he wanted. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261282371104472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQPUcOi0_yI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4dctdHn8Tfk/s400/IMGP4047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261282926162634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQPU8iTAZUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/y9W6yAfmn34/s200/IMGP4048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kenna also had to get in on the action a little bit. Fun days.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261282378439102482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQPUcp3ikBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pja7tzE6aaQ/s400/IMGP4050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5555886119345085019?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5555886119345085019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5555886119345085019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5555886119345085019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5555886119345085019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-hair-days.html' title='Crazy Hair Days'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SQPUbQpWAfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PmOookk6Dwc/s72-c/IMGP4045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2164128933362603931</id><published>2008-10-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:58:33.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of the Kitten</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, these people in our ward called ( I honestly haven't even met them) and told us they had found a kitten and would we like it? I would really like to know why they called us, because it set Katie and I up for a heck of a week. Mike said no, we already have a cat. After he hung up all the kids went crazy. "Can we please have it", "Meisha would love a friend", "I'm sure it is so cute" and on and on. Kate was especially tenacious. She went and got on shoes and jacket to go get it herself, then came in a cried for an hour once she realized we were not going to get it. The next day, she went on a date with her dad. They went to a game place and the pet store where Katie saw "the cutest little orange and white kitten". All we have heard about all week is that kitten. Can I please have it? Dad, did you bring home my kitten today? I'm not eating until we go buy that kitten. It could just live outside. Meisha told me she wanted a kitten. and on and on and on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259064599325654130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SPvzY62jPHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H4v9JOve2F0/s200/IMGP4043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saturday she left this picture of she and Mike going to buy the kitten on his pillow and today she wrote in her journal, "I wanted a kitten, but my dad said no." For the record, Mike is a softy and wants to get it for her. I told him he didn't have to say no, I will, just don't say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick notes, this is my Dancing Queen. Kenna started dance this fall and I can't believe how happy she is when she comes out of there. All the little girls are so cute. At this age, they pretty much let them wear whatever pretty dance outfits they have. She is in her element.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259064585152422530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SPvzYGDY4oI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DFrQjice60I/s200/IMGP4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, my parents came to visit. We had a nice time. However, we were hoping to have Dad get some new pictures of my kids, since they turned out so well last time. Not to be. On Saturday, it rained all day. We went out for a minute Sunday afternoon before they had to leave. It was overcast but the light was still bad and boy, the kids were not very cooperative. I may need to learn Photo Shop since I'm pretty backward with that still, but I don't know it that will even help much. This is my favorite, when everyone did "Kenna Pose"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259064606525151954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SPvzZVrC2tI/AAAAAAAAAXM/L7l-1SjnNvM/s200/Oct+5+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2164128933362603931?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2164128933362603931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2164128933362603931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2164128933362603931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2164128933362603931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-kitten.html' title='Week of the Kitten'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SPvzY62jPHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H4v9JOve2F0/s72-c/IMGP4043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-38689525731071104</id><published>2008-09-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:02:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches, Chicken, and Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>It's been bottling week at my house. We bought some peaches last weekend and I spent any free time I had making jam and putting up the peaches. It's totally worth it later, but during the time I am doing it, I wonder. We did spend time as a family, working together. The boys blanched and peeled, Mike cut, I filled the bottles. If I was better, I would have a picture of it. Kate was at basketball and Kenna just played. It is better to work together. I also had a friend come over on Wednesday who had never bottled peaches and I taught her how. We spent the afternoon getting hers done. How did those women who bottled everything for their families to live on all winter do it? I was exhausted by the end of the week and my house was a wreck because I didn't have time to clean it. I felt like such a wimp. I generally like to be busy and I don't think I to lazy, but holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, I spent the day in Preston with one of my girlfriends, canning chicken. That was an experience. I had bought eighty lbs of chicken, because you take up your own. It was this crazy place, very old. You just put your meat or whatever in a can. People were canning pears, potatoes, carrots or even chili and soup. Anyway, after we put the chicken in the can, they put it in this steam cooker thing and cooked it. When it was done, you put the lid on, then they put it in a huge pressure cooker for more time. It looks like this when it's done.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674127562668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJT3Mn-UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bhfBGBFiKZs/s200/IMGP4000.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I put 3-4 chicken breasts in a can. It was totally worth it. I have a ton of chicken in my storage and it's super easy to use as it's already cooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my guilty pleasure. I'm ashamed to admit this, but I love Guitar Hero. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674116253795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJTNEYRoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F9naBvK7fRA/s200/IMGP4002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm pretty good to. I don't care much for video games and my kids will be the first to tell you I'm mean about limiting their screen time. Connor bought Guitar Hero. I have to admit when I first heard about this game, I didn't understand why so many people liked it, but I am hooked. I do limit my time and I didn't play at all last week with all that crazy canning, but I played yesterday. Maybe it's my unfulfilled secret desire to be a star. It bugs my boys that I am better at this game than they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some random pictures from the week.  This is where Kenna is sleeping tonight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674110901313410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJS5IP34I/AAAAAAAAAWc/cNi84cHBeoc/s200/IMGP3998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Chase with Mike's new fish tank.  He got this at a garage sale for $25 dollars.  It had rocks, filter, everything with it except fish.  It even had some unopend filters in it that were the wrong size.  Mike took them back to Petsmart for a $20 credit.  Sweet deal if you like fish tanks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674124847496770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJTtFRvkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZovqqcPRb2k/s200/IMGP4001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Summer is officially over when the pool goes down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674101610093954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJSWhDHYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/shyWzm7joNw/s200/IMGP3935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-38689525731071104?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/38689525731071104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=38689525731071104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/38689525731071104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/38689525731071104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/09/peaches-chicken-and-guitar-hero.html' title='Peaches, Chicken, and Guitar Hero'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SNcJT3Mn-UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bhfBGBFiKZs/s72-c/IMGP4000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4357448951130515964</id><published>2008-09-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:52:11.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243461227944494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSENK0qRjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qCsP7UeWrsw/s200/IMGP3970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday was Katelyn's seventh birthday. She isn't the oldest in her class, but almost. The kids started school a few days ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mike's&lt;/span&gt; parents took us to dinner at a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and this is what they brought Katie for her birthday. It was huge.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243460313812330738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSDX9akaPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B4-eY6iTB00/s200/IMGP3941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katie couldn't wait to open her presents so we did it right after breakfast. She was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about her sticker machine and her Indiana Jones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;invited&lt;/span&gt; two friends over for cake, play, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; golf in the afternoon. They didn't like the golf course so much because it didn't have castles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheels and those types of holes, so they ended up playing in the water. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243461232986572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSENdmyRkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TOUU68dgrB8/s200/IMGP3989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She chose a football cake, (another masterpiece for me). All in all a terrific day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243461237893138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSENv4miRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Rtmwq4I7f0U/s200/IMGP3995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are from our last trip of the summer. At the beginning of the summer, we asked each of the kids to tell us one thing they would really like to do during the summer and we tried to get that in. Connor had said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wildhorse&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unitahs&lt;/span&gt; ( he couldn't keep it to one), Chase said Lava Hot Springs, Kenna didn't really care and Katie's choice was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt; with just our family. We did it the weekend before school started. We drove up on Sunday after church and came home Tuesday. We really had a great time. Katie just bounced with happiness the whole time and we got in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; request. We camped in St. Charles Canyon, by Bear Lake. There was a stream behind our campground and the kids kept saying, "Oh, Grandpa would love to take pictures of this." So they took me everywhere Grandpa would like to take a picture and I took them. A few are on the side. On Monday, we hiked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; Lake. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243460308951656866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSDXrTsaaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-M5oDCQMCCs/s200/IMGP3802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459850256672818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSC8-iSaDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f7wdlzO7F2Q/s200/IMGP3800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite. The hike was like the hike to Fall Creek, about 1/2 a mile and easy, but it got you to this beautiful mountain lake. The boys loved the rope swing off a tree. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243460300824503058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSDXNCB4xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/FGYFwh116W0/s200/IMGP3788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459850729536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSC9ATBvMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6EFUZOtO1sU/s200/IMGP3861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459856881160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SMSC9XNsEII/AAAAAAAAAVc/024teXD7UOw/s200/IMGP3875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;swang&lt;/span&gt; out also, but didn't drop into the water. We spent the whole afternoon there. I just took pictures and watched. It was relaxing. You could fish there too. The next day, we saw a moose by the water, just behind our camp. I didn't get a picture, too many trees. Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Minnetonka&lt;/span&gt; cave. That's also fun. We spent the afternoon at Bear Lake and came home. 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I guess there is a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;back country&lt;/span&gt; up there, but we just camp in one of the million campgrounds on the highway.  We you drive over the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStawwsMiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yVRIt6Ah6iI/s1600-h/IMGP3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499342188687906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStawwsMiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yVRIt6Ah6iI/s200/IMGP3717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pass, there are mountain lakes all over, right off the highway.   It's beautiful.  These first pictures are my feeble attempt at some scenic shots for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; C.  Wish you could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStbcIUQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3fDK3xk7eGs/s1600-h/IMGP3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499353830506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStbcIUQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3fDK3xk7eGs/s200/IMGP3726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come.  This is the creek right behind our campsite.  Someone had built a little rock dam to make this pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStbhCUXmI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JVJPkfrc9Hs/s1600-h/IMGP3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234499355147525730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStbhCUXmI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JVJPkfrc9Hs/s200/IMGP3697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsWcelg7I/AAAAAAAAATc/borcmYThFrE/s1600-h/IMGP3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498168512938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsWcelg7I/AAAAAAAAATc/borcmYThFrE/s200/IMGP3739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids spent a long time, playing in the water, walking up the "waterfalls", and of course, strengthening the dam.  We played some mean Canasta (I am happy to report, I was the ultimate winner) watched the kiddos and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsWvk6Z-I/AAAAAAAAATk/H-FslCreSho/s1600-h/IMGP3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498173639747554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsWvk6Z-I/AAAAAAAAATk/H-FslCreSho/s200/IMGP3733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsXPqGCmI/AAAAAAAAATs/UreHvWocbys/s1600-h/IMGP3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498182251416162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsXPqGCmI/AAAAAAAAATs/UreHvWocbys/s200/IMGP3759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted a nice group shot of my kids.  You know how some people's kids cooperate with pictures and always smile and look good (Alison's).  Ya, mine, not so much.  This was honestly the best I could do.  I guess it's just their little unique personalities shining through.  I wouldn't mind if they would all smile for me once in awhile.  They thought they were pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsXY2sl_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ajHjp66VDII/s1600-h/IMGP3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498184720193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSsXY2sl_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ajHjp66VDII/s200/IMGP3727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we hiked into Scout Lake (named due to a Boy Scout camp on it's shores.  Pretty darn original.)  to fish.  The master plan was to eat the trout for dinner.  When we got there, Kenna saw this bridge and stream and said,"Look a little bridge and water just for me.  Take my picture." So I did because she's the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrg6yBfaI/AAAAAAAAATE/TtLtzlgAh84/s1600-h/IMGP3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234497248934591906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrg6yBfaI/AAAAAAAAATE/TtLtzlgAh84/s200/IMGP3695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the adults did while the kids fished, and fished and fished and fished, but didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrhH20t3I/AAAAAAAAATM/w8GQiyXLtzE/s1600-h/IMGP3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234497252444387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrhH20t3I/AAAAAAAAATM/w8GQiyXLtzE/s200/IMGP3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; catch anything all day.  It was still fun and we had spaghetti for dinner.  One stand out experience for us was the bathroom (lack thereof) at the lake.  So we had all the kids use the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrhqYKdSI/AAAAAAAAATU/MpHFDcKLlE4/s1600-h/IMGP3721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234497261711029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKSrhqYKdSI/AAAAAAAAATU/MpHFDcKLlE4/s200/IMGP3721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathroom at the campsite before we left.  After a twenty minute drive and maybe a half hour hike, many had to go to the bathroom.  What is it about not having a potty, we didn't even have toilet paper.  We told the kids to go up in the trees and use leaves.  City kids, they had never done this before.  My nephew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jadyn&lt;/span&gt; said no way and hiked back to the scout camp and used theirs.  Kenna had her first experience pooping in the woods and wiping with leaves.  She thought it was cool.  I didn't.  I had to do the dirty work.  Maybe this is a new skill she can use later in life.  Kate held out as long as possible, then we had to hike her down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trail head&lt;/span&gt; to us the bathroom there.  It did get me out of the rain, fishing with no fish and back to camp to read earlier than the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;die hard&lt;/span&gt; fishermen, so I guess that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4166266623810440555?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4166266623810440555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4166266623810440555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4166266623810440555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4166266623810440555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/08/unitahs.html' title='Unitahs'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SKStagCYDjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rVZQPyTH-go/s72-c/IMGP3694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-1964688228393364478</id><published>2008-07-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:44.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping out</title><content type='html'>Last night the kids talked me into sleeping out on the trampoline with them. It's fun for the first little while, because they really talk to me. But the sleeping part is a joke. I don't know if it's me or the tramp, but last year I slept out with them a couple of times and it was ok. This year, everyone is on top of me, of course, and it really hurts my back. I don't think I'll do it anymore. Famous last words, right. Anyway, one thing I didn't think of was putting on bug spray. The mosquitoes usually aren't to bad around here. In the night I heard a couple buzzing around, so I kept my head in the bag. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944109701396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SJDw9rEfd3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/M50t7MpKQ-k/s200/IMGP3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I saw Kenna this morning, I knew I'd made a mistake. The boys were both ok, I guess they kept their head in or Kenna just tasted better. It was a bad mother moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-1964688228393364478?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/1964688228393364478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=1964688228393364478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1964688228393364478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/1964688228393364478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleeping-out.html' title='sleeping out'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SJDw9rEfd3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/M50t7MpKQ-k/s72-c/IMGP3679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6401542864208251368</id><published>2008-07-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Swords</title><content type='html'>This week we finished up swimming lessons for Katie and Chase. How is it that summer is so busy and fast for moms, but kids still manage to be "bored." I haven't heard it a lot, but a few times. Kenna's version is "Mom, I'm boring." I think it's good for them to be bored. Then they have to get creative, especially since I'm an extremely mean Mom (ask Connor and Chase) and I (sighs of horror) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; limit their screen time (t.v. and video game.) Poor picked on kids had to go camping at Lava Hot Springs this week. This is actually one of our favorite family get aways. We spend one day at the pool. I love this pool because the water is not to hot or cold, but just right. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834831756200434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SI0AFMs-CfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-1aNInd9sv8/s200/IMGP3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The indoor pool had diving boards and a rock climbing wall which if you fell was into the water of course. Then a great shallow area, outside slides, and of course the platforms to jump off of. We went with Mike's sister and her family, which was great.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834774919155298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SI0AB499jmI/AAAAAAAAASs/cuyVdU8ke04/s200/IMGP3505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chase spent almost all his time jumping off the platforms, brave child. Connor and Mike did also, just not as much. They all went off the second and first platform. I say they are crazy. We spend the second day tubing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Portnef&lt;/span&gt; river. It runs right through town. It's fairly tame and really fun. Kenna totally hated it though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834167783488434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIz_ejNie7I/AAAAAAAAASU/NV4ATCZfpSw/s200/IMGP3604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She started crying the minute Mike pushed us off from shore and continued the whole ride down. She spent the rest of the day in the car with our designated driver. We took turns driving tubers up and back. Chase also told me the first time he was so nervous, he thought he would throw-up, but after that he loved it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834184087541170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIz_ff8ulbI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Jp851TNiPY/s200/IMGP3580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today, on our day of rest, the kids created these fabulous weapons out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pvc&lt;/span&gt; pipe, an old foam sleeping pad, and duct tape. Connor has a sword, Chase a hammer or battle ax, Kate a magical staff and Kenna a magic wand. I tried to keep this kind of thing to a minimum, violence and all, but my boys love this kind of pretend play. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834165444389138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIz_eaf2qRI/AAAAAAAAASM/Rz2P3n5wUXU/s200/IMGP3615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As long as they don't hurt each other. Hey, at least they are being creative. Me, I'm glad to rest after the packing and unpacking of another camping trip. I like camping, but it is not a vacation for mom. I did love floating the river.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834745395465826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SI0AAK-9zmI/AAAAAAAAASk/TQytXpRkgLM/s200/IMGP3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-6401542864208251368?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/6401542864208251368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=6401542864208251368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6401542864208251368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/6401542864208251368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/07/swimming-and-swords.html' title='Swimming and Swords'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SI0AFMs-CfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-1aNInd9sv8/s72-c/IMGP3478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-4171468953064609390</id><published>2008-07-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:47.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love summer!! It's so busy, I feel like we try to squeeze in as much fun and family as possible, but without the strict schedules of school. Since last blog, I've been to girl's camp (tons of fun plus one rattlesnake) Connor went to his first scout camp and came home alive, we had our annual 4th of July neighborhood party (no one was burnt to badly) and been to Wildhorse. Wildhorse was the highlight so far. There was good company, beautiful scenery, excellant food and conversation, plus a million mosquitos and a smelly toilet. Camping at its finest. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231037131594914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO_8Z2THKI/AAAAAAAAARE/HNQaE4Dj5o4/s200/from+dad+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Did I mention four-wheelers.  These kids could never get enought.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225229209370753682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO-SA6J-pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/C-ktoYrQ6PQ/s200/from+dad+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Day one we hiked up to a waterfall I hadn't seen before. It was very pretty. Grandma even made this hike, which was excellant. We also spent some time at the swimming hole. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225229205025664050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO-RwuNLDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Eb_XPDgIeMQ/s200/from+dad+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The water was deeper and colder this year, so Connor was unable to break his record of thirty -something jumps from last year. He only had ten or so over two days worth. Due to cold water, there was more time spent in the sand/mud. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225229214786615538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO-SVFZePI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/04bji-DH6pE/s200/IMGP3400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Despite the cold water, Mike joined the boys jumping in this year. I think that he wanted to get clean. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231044882771970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO_82uUsAI/AAAAAAAAARc/m_dWfu5yZx8/s200/from+dad+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That night I had a chance to begin my dutch oven cooking career with lessons from the master (Roberta). She made an excellant dinner and I made a chocolate cherry cobbler. The next night I made lasagna for my family, which turned out ok, but I need more practice. It's fun to try something new. On day two, Gordon brought up a horse and let the kids have turns riding.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231043692601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO_8ySkIII/AAAAAAAAARU/uXjVJLI69_4/s200/from+dad+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This has been a dream of Katie's since she saw a brochure on horseback rides up Logan Canyon last year. She was so excited. Thanks Gordon and Roberta, for letting the kids ride. I almost forgot my little model. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231036627315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO_8X-Ea8I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZCynW6dJ2KQ/s200/from+dad+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She would say, "Rese, take my picture." Or "Grandpa, I'm ready to have my picture."  We've been working on saying Thank you.  I say," Kenna, when someone says you look pretty, what do you say?"  "I know."  she says.  I love the confidence.  Wish we could all have/keep it.  The trip finished with some time at Grandma and Grandpas with dinner at the Mackay drive-in, another highlight for my children. Many thanks to Grandma, Cerese, and Grandpa for all the hard work they do putting this reunion together. I finally got the girl's curtains hung, so here is a look at their room.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225227714940591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO87BuPXrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOwV2toZQww/s200/IMGP3456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225227721739670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO87bDRFZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qJs50xaYPuo/s200/IMGP3303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-4171468953064609390?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/4171468953064609390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=4171468953064609390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4171468953064609390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/4171468953064609390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SIO_8Z2THKI/AAAAAAAAARE/HNQaE4Dj5o4/s72-c/from+dad+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-2701736873740077472</id><published>2008-06-15T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:48.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the sun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313639023591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXbo3_swXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NLPULpwkmgg/s200/IMGP3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! After two weeks of no school and rain, we did a happy dance when the sun came out. At least I did. We did have some fun during the rain though. One day between storms Mike got out to take the kids golfing. They all had a great time, although I heard that Chase was a scary &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313654167831570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXbpwaXhBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Yjt3zsBv4qI/s200/IMGP3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;driver.He had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orginally&lt;/span&gt; taken the day off so we could go swimming, but the weather didn't cooperate. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313668839706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXbqnEajlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nuyhYNqCcmw/s200/IMGP3321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ran errands that morning. I have been looking for some bookcase headboards for my boys. I thought it would be nice for them, but the furniture stores were pretty much over what I wanted to spend. I had looked at some at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shopko&lt;/span&gt;, which were less expensive, but so cheaply made I didn't think it would be worth it. That Thursday with Mike, we stopped at D.I. to look for a bed frame, which we also needed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; calls this the Wonder D.I. because she has had some terrific finds there, but I hadn't been so lucky. Anyway the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bedframes&lt;/span&gt; were $20 bucks with missing wheels. You can buy new for $25 so that was a no way. However I got this awesome headboard for $8. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212314307174112914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXcPxDMnpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eH45fCYvHMI/s200/IMGP3322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's even all wood, not cheapo board like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shopko&lt;/span&gt; ones. Now, I need to find one more. We invited all the "cousins" up to visit last weekend. With my there were ten kids. They have a great time and play really well together, but I have a new appreciation for people who have that many kids. I don't know how they feed them. I felt like all I did was get food and try to think of things I could make that would stretch. Grandma, if you are reading this, once again I think you are incredible. By the way, how did you feed them?? This week during the rain, Chase built this great catapult (Mike just got called as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Webelos&lt;/span&gt; leader and we stole all the supplies from his stuff.) and Connor is working on a cross bow.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212314312067005842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXcQDRwPZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/inYgvRBgfD8/s200/IMGP3334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-2701736873740077472?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/2701736873740077472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=2701736873740077472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2701736873740077472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/2701736873740077472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-sun.html' title='here comes the sun!!'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SFXbo3_swXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NLPULpwkmgg/s72-c/IMGP3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-5747766008460624949</id><published>2008-06-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SES5iSR_NKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GADcHAX8bpo/s1600-h/IMGP3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491067821110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SES5iSR_NKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GADcHAX8bpo/s200/IMGP3304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SES5jMk_sYI/AAAAAAAAANw/p4JoxX3QOPs/s1600-h/IMGP3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491083470090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SES5jMk_sYI/AAAAAAAAANw/p4JoxX3QOPs/s200/IMGP3305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the boys room. They picked red and gray for the paint colors. I'm all done except for putting up some stuff on the walls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-5747766008460624949?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/5747766008460624949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=5747766008460624949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5747766008460624949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/5747766008460624949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/06/boys-room.html' title='Boys Room'/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SES5iSR_NKI/AAAAAAAAANo/GADcHAX8bpo/s72-c/IMGP3304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-3781745747653215992</id><published>2008-06-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a busy week. On Memorial Day, it rained and rained, so we spent the day moving Connor and Chase into their new bedroom downstairs. It has of course caused a ripple effect that I am still not caught up on. All the stuff that was in that downstairs bedroom is either in a huge D.I. pile or stacked in the spare bedroom. The boys seem to like it, but Mike is still having withdrawals that they aren't just across the hall. I don't know what he will do when they actually move out. We moved the girls' into their new bedroom upstairs and I spent all day yesterday painting furniture for them. When it's done and when the boys room is clean, I'll get some pictures. I got to spend sometime doing end of school activities. I washed chairs with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kindergarteners&lt;/span&gt; and spent and afternoon at Chase's school running a booth at a carnival. I think I should take my act on the road. I don't think a real carnival would hire me, I'd lose them to much money. It's fun to see those kids win. The biggest event of the week was Kenna's birthday. Just ask her, she'll tell you. She told everyone we saw that day and did she love being &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207097632081070002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SENTtT74R7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rdVXJ6uD1S8/s200/IMGP3228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the center of attention. We made her a "Barbie Cake" I wanted to be able to give her the doll we put in the cake. It's had to find one the right size, real Barbies are to big. This one was a bit small, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207097680865590194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SENTwJrA-7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bnlv9H1xAbY/s200/IMGP3235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so we have Princess in giant slanted skirt cake, another testament to why I shouldn't make these crazy cakes. Her big present from us (a bike) hadn't come by her birthday, but she was pretty happy with the rest. We gave her the bike today and my mom sent her the helmet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099453732003490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SENVXWHTnqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_tFXre1JdIk/s200/IMGP3283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out swimming suit number two. Nice knew and elbow pads, huh?  She loves to wear these and trust me, she dresses herself. I can't believe my baby is four. She is such a loving kid, all about hugs and kisses. She is great a saying thank you. Lately, she is getting a bit bossy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquiring&lt;/span&gt; an attitude to. She's the queen and she likes it. We'll work on that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207098420523943410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SENUbNHTxfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/B34XCNwLY9s/s200/IMGP3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096874747152393089-3781745747653215992?l=wallymack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/feeds/3781745747653215992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096874747152393089&amp;postID=3781745747653215992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/3781745747653215992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096874747152393089/posts/default/3781745747653215992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallymack.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>wallymom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ysiKrC4iQ4/SENTtT74R7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rdVXJ6uD1S8/s72-c/IMGP3228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096874747152393089.post-6311901566746978977</id><published>2008-05-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:00:26.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One  more week of school and I can't wait.  I'm so ready for the relaxed schedule of summer.  Not worrying about bedtime, getting up a bit later and best of all no homework!!  We've been busy lately getting rooms ready to move the kids around.  We had some new carpet put in upstairs, so I hurried and painted the room the boys are in now for the girls.  Then I painted the room downstairs for the boys.  We bought a couple of new mattresses and are looking for some bedroom furniture for the boys.  We are going to move it all around next weekend. I still need to paint the bunkbeds for the girls.  Then I think I'll be done painting for awhile.  Katie and Chase had a piano recital on Friday, so I thought I'd try some video.  I messed up Chase's at the recital and had him do it again at home.  This time, I made the mistake of holding my camera the wrong way, so anyone watching gets to watch it sideways.  Perhaps somehow this keeps your brain sharper by throwing it off a bit. I don't know.  Wouldn't life be boring if every thing worked out the first time.  I didn't want to leave anyone out so I got some of Connor playing basketball on the sly, he won't let me take pictures of him.  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