tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364648572024-02-19T19:16:42.584-07:00.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-89691895090747857872011-06-16T18:02:00.004-06:002011-07-25T14:58:35.753-06:00"She said What??!!"So a few days ago, Calista went to play with Nana for the day. When Nana brought her back she told me this:<br /><br />Calista: <em>"Nana do you want to play?"</em><br />Nana: <em>"Sure, what do you want to play?</em><br />Calista: <em>"Let's play like I'm Gay."</em><br /><br />Nana: (dying inside) <em>"Uhhh, how do we play that?"</em><br />Calista: <em>"You sit down here, and I will do your hair."</em><br /><br />Oh my, the thoughts that race through your head in 5 seconds! The precious innocence of my sweet little girl versus the aweful confusion of the American Society and the English Language!<br /><br />Explanation: Calista had just gotten her hair cut that day at our favorite little Salon in Rupert by Mrs. Gay Tiller. She simply wanted to pretend she was one of her favorite people. Gay is so awesome and Calista loves her!<br /><br />Nana has known Gay most of her life, in fact, she cut Lance's hair throughout his whole life and still does. Nana quickly put it all together and we have been laughing about it ever since...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-39019616888621795782011-06-07T14:10:00.010-06:002011-06-07T21:51:00.809-06:00CUTE FIREMAN???<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615616541609028802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPpYpCQAPrU2yeVGpvPPEUj0WbY0pj1Kz2PQFdEblrHMY8ZNyQIDs0yKEwNBLqKXgaRWtOrQAobIE3Cxuru54rHrihRy-XVEuRkGG8YzQrIYwE3AdWmlLYUmCtxrjB8cuj_Zo/s400/IMG_6813.JPG" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>My little FireMAN</strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615659475597109234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY5s7i5rbyvcU-03fbua9ZGhfT_epo-5jgtL9lrfLlsGT10QPuAy8QJMYcKJWB7MFSLvG4sVwvebeyY0NxVuGcsIb5uDkQJ0vjY97C7kJ6iv_nBh0YlQuO01wKi6ST6DLQr_I/s400/IMG_6816.JPG" /> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Happy Birthday Mesa Belle!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We sure had fun meeting the firemen, sparky the firedog (who terrified Nelson), touring the firetrucks, getting little fireman tattoos and learning about how to escape a smoking house at the Pocatello Fire Dept. All the kids, except for Calista <span style="font-size:85%;">(who has a mind and opinion of her own,)</span> dressed up as firemen and fireladies.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWWAneJC0o0kn_pGuGnxdPLXHAyYa5M4Kp2xybAAby45MLuEKasi1udCGwd_9zXyQMBSQrsl1Hxc635iVQtRGc14T46FIjDQTCxFdNCY_I5ZcOYWZN-OnwCXQv_gu_l3zs45V/s1600/IMG_6810.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615616546526480162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWWAneJC0o0kn_pGuGnxdPLXHAyYa5M4Kp2xybAAby45MLuEKasi1udCGwd_9zXyQMBSQrsl1Hxc635iVQtRGc14T46FIjDQTCxFdNCY_I5ZcOYWZN-OnwCXQv_gu_l3zs45V/s400/IMG_6810.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> My little FireLady!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615688485354493810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZYQs-SG2bJHOsbSSyKpnFR8HObpUWQJyhkf9xNfHXS8w8YtEwLacobZUjE5EicaLk5BVBBBJ8I9LcP_21f8RBNsmB1hpcmFdg6ykGpMeSJI1pWarm49kRjEWPXnTM0BAbB6f/s400/IMG_6822.JPG" />What are these goons doing? ....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615688476615535794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFHcsVc7H56iDVy3ZUBW-rFmxxzrnfQu5M1azzK31Z32ea-A2E4lPBUFoqKFahutxc4TPehg56sO365kyCiq8NEl8Xwdqw2y0fKxSsIzf1ZzC4mX1PeCVpyhJt_fnYZ2M88xZ/s400/IMG_6821.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">Oh... trying to get a picture of this rouny bunch of FireLittlePeople </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-89441635746631943672011-05-31T13:30:00.003-06:002011-05-31T13:46:24.580-06:00I love my dad's talent...<div align="center">It was so fun to go to my daughter's dance recital this year and not have to worry about taking pictures. I just enjoyed the show, while my dad caught my daughter doing what she loves most... Dancing her little heart out!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612967632930812162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfbO2-lw-ynDpFsmxpgQoxa_fXVu_T_BAyknZ2C5N34inGTXbCFV0aqwp-slRwnAyUeVoMKOUPKZwlKLsU-bYjZJ50Zfbr3IVnjWoETJxtUql6fDfKFuCR8zBMYooRK3Xrik0/s400/calista-002-email-2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612967648183532002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eudol-rMn5gcYH267eiEcU5E4LYP_j7HnUAFBiUCipjNUtg54gE1HluN5QYDBCpQtHCCIBpoWcAFEGwYrmw1fd9bKFDPZsyS6OJbZdjmLV1DnJGwBJ9jSdOhIVBuD71jHD1q/s400/calista-008-email.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612967637036560082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJNMADDS-Pg0lVzeg_GAeG0nw-yAfMF4X1q55PgGdCYM7uvXp3au_qGGFnSMN2_eimf-dt3OvGwyZ3WSSttnLypwplrO41AFh4x2oZXNT7_m6tsfxilH3frBp1fd7_bC78rkx/s400/calista-006-email.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612967654849168578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDja6ccw1MxEflYlbToV08BnwVK1X027goeSWVcSOaFkMqIiZtZPO5EdE5cr74iceYxfp_ElwKTNAe5XD8W99X3MBtCRDS7QXcbE-VYia5CqOOqyCkKv64o18nPOGxh3kuUnUb/s400/calista-016-email.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">I love her!<br /></span></strong></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-13928573497963865992011-03-02T15:01:00.002-07:002011-03-03T15:22:21.601-07:00Our days...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziS4Ysq-_L7OnMZGAfqncj_u7sL_GA2kknbrFH3e4vKun9d8d3ll7k5FGM4KD8_B9_jUkxOX0ZIqLcO5fDb-pl13_dVwRqJ3MC4Oe8QVRYXB6A2kEfLdUKPzEqJneOYkJYg3F/s1600/IMG_6444.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980743215549794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziS4Ysq-_L7OnMZGAfqncj_u7sL_GA2kknbrFH3e4vKun9d8d3ll7k5FGM4KD8_B9_jUkxOX0ZIqLcO5fDb-pl13_dVwRqJ3MC4Oe8QVRYXB6A2kEfLdUKPzEqJneOYkJYg3F/s400/IMG_6444.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> was so kind to give us sparkle-foam paper <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">manicures</span>.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgrarhsOMN-yz-PdWXqBZbh_xHXGY4dvnSe01jDVqmZ4E59x9cboGSR4d_-Sfy1fndJ5tgHc_TXaQE5zZ8SMSsrGtFSznlVqP4Vy8eDPVH1EOGHlvRY9F4gDZqnI_lkGVKq-W/s1600/IMG_6421.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980739961667170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgrarhsOMN-yz-PdWXqBZbh_xHXGY4dvnSe01jDVqmZ4E59x9cboGSR4d_-Sfy1fndJ5tgHc_TXaQE5zZ8SMSsrGtFSznlVqP4Vy8eDPVH1EOGHlvRY9F4gDZqnI_lkGVKq-W/s400/IMG_6421.JPG" /></a> Nelson is developing quite the talent of playing the piano.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8CADuHFfIQZVACItluhWd38K8yaaSrVnwPxAgeQwBkegemVzGLMQSuVWAv1rwZscMegGYdoj2qIcDtwyCAzcZZKVUWVeVMljpG7zArtV-RW4cbfAXjgINATYMsOJXX1ez-zK/s1600/IMG_6401.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980737658460914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8CADuHFfIQZVACItluhWd38K8yaaSrVnwPxAgeQwBkegemVzGLMQSuVWAv1rwZscMegGYdoj2qIcDtwyCAzcZZKVUWVeVMljpG7zArtV-RW4cbfAXjgINATYMsOJXX1ez-zK/s400/IMG_6401.JPG" /></a> Making doughnuts! If you know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span>, you know she loves to cook. We had family projector movie night. We watched Ramona and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beezus</span>- so cute- and made doughnuts and ate till we were sick. It was so much fun.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLKpLDL7gyIgo8MFPThUmvSAupK8775YJ9ewiALqHp2Xk1ohrOJPLLkPftMMOmhn8cd6wWaWv6om1aBF9iCx5IRBBAuHJAhrxZxYhOGezjXCFTXqPzj1S_KmsFE0A0N4-juV_/s1600/IMG_6394.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980731601437410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLKpLDL7gyIgo8MFPThUmvSAupK8775YJ9ewiALqHp2Xk1ohrOJPLLkPftMMOmhn8cd6wWaWv6om1aBF9iCx5IRBBAuHJAhrxZxYhOGezjXCFTXqPzj1S_KmsFE0A0N4-juV_/s400/IMG_6394.JPG" /></a> School art projects. Miss Andrea never runs out of ways to use paper plates.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KTM47J2aCjahtifdBaryWHZgzwKUTwJp28tRlzFg_lKuxV7Var0Uuw55JFE9-cIG4afyVc9-4vtKQX2joZPtRnxcTlSXIX5tMVka7SETta3RYPPcSmSY9EAw9m820ZDvsCNl/s1600/IMG_6386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980730220944626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KTM47J2aCjahtifdBaryWHZgzwKUTwJp28tRlzFg_lKuxV7Var0Uuw55JFE9-cIG4afyVc9-4vtKQX2joZPtRnxcTlSXIX5tMVka7SETta3RYPPcSmSY9EAw9m820ZDvsCNl/s400/IMG_6386.JPG" /></a> Dancing ALWAYS...<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-64818646022613755382011-02-17T11:19:00.005-07:002011-02-17T11:58:51.983-07:00Grandma Lois Robertson Bannister<span style="font-family:courier new;">May 27, 1919- February 13, 2011</span> <div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">91 years old</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGe4K2iUcbRfSS1s0ZQ4hBMut0fYeaOtQ870DPI3M-tzobbsyDI78BAxVFOp4MXJbBJmcXz1DbRLW7MrzlsUTWgugpsbo2hV-V1-4Bj2zc2VJKUBBS4P89vfmVUUEfjMBv5dVC/s1600/old%2526new012-ccc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574725067673515778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGe4K2iUcbRfSS1s0ZQ4hBMut0fYeaOtQ870DPI3M-tzobbsyDI78BAxVFOp4MXJbBJmcXz1DbRLW7MrzlsUTWgugpsbo2hV-V1-4Bj2zc2VJKUBBS4P89vfmVUUEfjMBv5dVC/s400/old%2526new012-ccc.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">At 8am Valentines Day my Dad called to tell me that Grandma passed away. She has been on her way home for several months gradually letting go. She was so frail thin last Sunday that I knew it couldn't be too much longer. she really wanted to go and I am happy that she has relief from her earthly body. She is with her Wilfred and many friends that I am sure were waiting with open arms. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">She and Grandpa Wilfred Bannister left behind </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">3 sons: Arthur, Charles (my dad), and Mark. </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">10 Grandchildren: Jenny, Tim, Chad, Cassie, Jamie, Kelley, David, Bettie, Amy, and Michele (the last 8 are my siblings)</span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">and 32 Great Grandchildren.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Grandma always had the best skin and hair. Her skin was flawless and smooth. She loved children with all of her heart and was one of Calista's very best friends. Every time we would go to my mom's house Calista would run to 'old grandma's' bedroom and chat and play for hours. Grandma never tired of the children and always doted on each and every one.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574732257234557122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLl4bbj0GH17olS-GV-rTQ9oGqi7KRsX2NfhO2Ozvs-_L2IOnG9DI9Lj-hA2FCr33ijiah-Yk2uoxTCshvqUOQo__XuPXMR9Ep3DEluJTaNw7-bIWPycguAStm-wnK1zSbMjey/s200/jack.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She was always playing games and singing and bouncing her fingers to some melody. Once while visiting her in Vallejo, CA, she taught me a card trick with the Jacks when I was very young and it made me feel like the coolest kid in the neighborhood. I could doop even the older kids. She always spoiled us when we were young with things my parents couldn't afford. We loved her attention and would fight over the phone when she called. This was back when you actually paid to make a long distance call and yet she would talk to each of us... she must have spent a fortune just to call and talk to her grandchildren. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">About 6 years ago she moved into my Parent's home. Which was such a blessing. Although it took us all a long time to count it as one. Calista got to really know her and love her, we all did really. She could rile up anyone with her questions, make you giggle with a dirty joke, and make you laugh out loud at her dry sense of humor. She was a democrat through and through surrounded by staunch Idaho Republicans and she stood her ground! I'll tell you my mom and dad's house is going to feel a lot emptier. She had quite the presence. We will all miss her dearly.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Goodbye Grandma. God be with you will we meet again.</span> </div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574733993388470162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdhzJLWnKM4wf4XOiAH5BV9sUsu_fxWpHj_dFtoI3uoZ0irO4mvnrGYSdTdMiLW2JnJoAM_cH1C_ryYSpi5twXoO3s1hspUxB9fwY3-bYm6uzgTl1O1wvMQLcFeIf4MelHB5z/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Calista and I at her mother and fathers grave in Buhl, ID May 26, 2009<br /></div></span><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-72520759128443319632011-01-10T16:02:00.006-07:002011-01-10T16:13:19.439-07:00Converstaions with my sweet Calista<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_Lj3NGTnGg-tXlq757EGAelna_EI3iCRCY4GAFSiBVOx-MoiexVVP1u43xlmA7GbV7piP6BmfBmCXjWw6dL_eDcAdhu-WWmBm6TmcFf-RUy6o4Z1JX74dXPLLPVUj1dDWGkU/s1600/IMG_6107.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699067810623506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_Lj3NGTnGg-tXlq757EGAelna_EI3iCRCY4GAFSiBVOx-MoiexVVP1u43xlmA7GbV7piP6BmfBmCXjWw6dL_eDcAdhu-WWmBm6TmcFf-RUy6o4Z1JX74dXPLLPVUj1dDWGkU/s400/IMG_6107.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Last Night at about 9:45pm:<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Mom. when houses burn up, do Monsters live in them?"</span><br />"No <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span>, Monster are not real and don't live anywhere."<br /><span style="color:#993399;">"Yes, they do... We have a Monster in our house."</span><br />""We do?"<br />"<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yes, his name is Nelson"</span><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago after Great Aunt Rena's funeral:<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Mom, where is Rena going?"</span><br />"To Heaven to live with H<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eavenly</span> Father."<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Where are they going to put that box?"</span><br />"Well they will go to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cemetery</span> and bury it in the ground. That is our custom to bury the body but her spirit, the part that makes her who she is goes to live with heavenly father."<br />Long Pause<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"So Heavenly Father lives in the ground?"</span><br /><br />I thought that was a very logical conclution. She is such a thinker! Needless to say we had a long talk on the way to the cemetary.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-10960929121436544832011-01-04T19:07:00.006-07:002011-01-05T08:38:14.724-07:00Tis' the Reason<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVmCxekWKGCl6mxGXce0lmD-p3mM7Z2aoWdLOLpZZy4pxBWX2X_u6EVDtPHwVDC4yyV9X6FPyu7wJ32TyNnvJgNdMEIRnzoPhdx9DITmm4tsT8ovEm74bpsq3TjAunNyzE1Oq/s1600/IMG_6256.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558518827799592562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVmCxekWKGCl6mxGXce0lmD-p3mM7Z2aoWdLOLpZZy4pxBWX2X_u6EVDtPHwVDC4yyV9X6FPyu7wJ32TyNnvJgNdMEIRnzoPhdx9DITmm4tsT8ovEm74bpsq3TjAunNyzE1Oq/s400/IMG_6256.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> and Carson as Mary and Joseph during our Ward Christmas Dinner while the children sang Mary's Lullaby. It was so sweet and we had <strong>one</strong> sweet moment of the real reason for Christmas.<br /><br />---Just a thought---<br />I wish they would ban Santa Clause from Ward Dinners! Santa is everywhere, at the mall, at the square, at every party, in every yard, at the Festival of Trees, but where is the Savior?<br />This year at our Ward Christmas Dinner, the Primary Children sang two songs about the Savior, there was such a sweet spirit, and then before they could even walk off the stage -in comes Santa Clause to take over the show and kill the spirit. The focus on the importance of Santa really saddens me. I know the children love Santa, but there are some occasions where it would be nice to focus on the Birth of the Savior.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-80704883428297958742010-12-23T19:24:00.005-07:002011-01-04T19:34:45.232-07:00Growing Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTavFWU-oRA-LDa7hAAUG9WMwLxAF9ZEsNp_NO47CLGW2mgZgv4gu6rE_DqtkagEGxs9PmX_B4vNbDf5EJ-vol-230FpwkAt6gYuSnhyphenhyphenFEUu-XQ8dSCODTcUCtj-RJFU0B1k-U/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558522469498675442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTavFWU-oRA-LDa7hAAUG9WMwLxAF9ZEsNp_NO47CLGW2mgZgv4gu6rE_DqtkagEGxs9PmX_B4vNbDf5EJ-vol-230FpwkAt6gYuSnhyphenhyphenFEUu-XQ8dSCODTcUCtj-RJFU0B1k-U/s400/IMG_6333.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">This Month Nelson is 7 months old.</div><div align="center">He weighs in at 14 lbs 10 oz 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span></span> percentile</div><div align="center">He measure 27.5 inches 90<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span></span> percentile</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We are holding out hope, that we may have infused some tall genes into the Stevenson name!! </div><div align="center">He started crawling early November and he is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">already</span> pulling himself up on everything. He thinks he needs to walk <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">already</span>! I am in for a treat!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No teeth yet and he is struggling with sleeping. He is the worst at taking naps, we usually have to put him in his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">car seat</span> with a bottle by the dryer with the dryer running to get him to take a nap. He goes to sleep alright at night, but wakes up usually between 2am and 4am, takes a bottle, and sleeps till about 6 or 7. He will not cry himself back to sleep. We have let him go upwards of 45 minutes and he just continues to cry. He's a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">toughy</span>!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-72345162941012799382010-12-13T11:50:00.003-07:002010-12-15T21:30:23.312-07:00What I wouldn't give!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUE1sq6oot3hTmWnoiN7EiV5ItgliGj8Ap5k7XXvuIRCF0thvv4-nAEUyGkq58j-mG8wlbDGpQcxHKT7TaN8J-JylYOfnxrEx1JXrN-lQxz_iNXXZe2C881ZwXYgKabqpWKLP/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550241646050358370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUE1sq6oot3hTmWnoiN7EiV5ItgliGj8Ap5k7XXvuIRCF0thvv4-nAEUyGkq58j-mG8wlbDGpQcxHKT7TaN8J-JylYOfnxrEx1JXrN-lQxz_iNXXZe2C881ZwXYgKabqpWKLP/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">I miss <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>the Sun</strong></span>, <span style="color:#ff6600;">the beach</span>, <span style="color:#33cc00;">bright colors</span>, <span style="color:#cc33cc;">warmth,</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">T-shirts</span> (or lack thereof), flipflops, picnis, sweating sodas, endless hours at the park, evening walks, star gazing, patio meals, grilling, bubbles, squirtguns, AHHHH.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hahaha... I have looked at this picture at least a dozen times and just noticed the couple making out in the background... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Good eye, Erin.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-22460164329739510132010-11-29T13:05:00.000-07:002010-12-01T13:13:31.883-07:00Snow Days<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545807847624956962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBZSlsj3XJCNe0PyX2_XXbpLuQ_QF8ev8mj3ZDeufk4hRh_01TTzJAVWuu774Ebvo96qR9smqriPulI3z9wVgBHsjz7h339ijRVGmyuuIPo1eq_Pa6lnV98GC_5NmqOf8a7d7/s400/IMG_6035.JPG" /> <div align="center">Everytime I want to complain about the snow I am going to look at his picture! So Cute!</div><br /><div align="center">My sister had a huge drift in her back yard which is usually quite flat. The cousins built snow cave all day long!</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545807863405939362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXU0FExRdQg19BNYGb19iIiamOOcHqYydwRh0_5YigU7B71GLIja0xW7fd-P7iheSniYjXxdf02uyj2qm4YfyKDXsVZYng3PpxjgdYuGGwtaK_QMcZwndQQN-QAXOPypJGw9j/s400/IMG_6038.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545808988985839170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbbdmg1EndLEBRY1Cdei8uO_M6VCjjwuc1Vat_MkDeqcLM72SXgG43hycmQAzR-mzhNNyUozEsN7Bq1aby3RY2X00LL8_vw6-oygERg1in1vM2ZSYGgA4ZT7mfIO33aFBYzbo/s400/IMG_6039.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> Calista has the BEST cousins! They are all trying to help her get on top of the drift.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyVAOCqs9bhFuItBP_GQtIXdioZ7wKs8O9hCZgnOBPHHUaQMC8mynU7Fl4Q3347XFeI4sAQ59A7-rZX9CTMpOYyBLxI1kzoGBW00WQxLDoiuNMpaX-QZQ9Zc9mE-IuFy52Wjy/s1600/IMG_6030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545807855404221586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyVAOCqs9bhFuItBP_GQtIXdioZ7wKs8O9hCZgnOBPHHUaQMC8mynU7Fl4Q3347XFeI4sAQ59A7-rZX9CTMpOYyBLxI1kzoGBW00WQxLDoiuNMpaX-QZQ9Zc9mE-IuFy52Wjy/s400/IMG_6030.JPG" /></a> Calista's first trip down a hill on a sled. Look at that smile!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">PS. No we are not bad parents. This is the first time she has ever wanted to!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-90706219461450742262010-11-10T12:27:00.004-07:002010-11-10T12:53:21.255-07:00Happy Halloween<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538008190926948162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwU7XqD8wxAT087EvcNhQJkwvTQzsBFPLLPU_2EW4y_IKGEv9sGLTLAUbHTjZaKE5257k6CY8HX8rxilGEK-YtgCegXMZk_nBBHpZTJo-4qZEQwFQbPvo0N8yctV4I9EPlaxT/s400/IMG_5970.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><strong>One Bad Dude!</strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538009369773101074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDmVfJYJdwRTruiVL51mbEa79rVEbmvyPIidX_TdMI2eTK2rJXOErFWwr1aRUiKMqsDacd1-FUOdKndPoB_PVkX43F7tzWiYYKeebzILtzPHkPiDMms8V3_zfFSSARfqum5Q8/s400/IMG_5942.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Tinkerbell and Peter Pan</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0nZJTqbc4zmZL7OgZU1GqR94KdEMW-NFg54ijZKE_t5W-sGEf0l2dRi3-OI0Dl_hjpUDLzJf4CfT4iUI1P-bTwDle5TZVbGKAveUDX3yc5n8pkQCUI1oi0CFcB3-BOo7l3WK/s1600/IMG_5986.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538009862640451986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0nZJTqbc4zmZL7OgZU1GqR94KdEMW-NFg54ijZKE_t5W-sGEf0l2dRi3-OI0Dl_hjpUDLzJf4CfT4iUI1P-bTwDle5TZVbGKAveUDX3yc5n8pkQCUI1oi0CFcB3-BOo7l3WK/s400/IMG_5986.JPG" /></a> Tinkerbell and Merina Mermaid trick or treating at One Bad Dude's house!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538009385587168482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2ZqigZp7dmnDRf7gSNFl5eCipdg-u4TIq2ARrhc6Zn4MBdL3WDkc6rS7_gbCjprzX0WjpUjIdsV5nhClwKNs3C5D9LcDsvl7JF1K0uvkYiRSQoC5E70o41A1MpNt9cw8mJIS/s400/IMG_5934.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6edTRP7D9ODUCf2MRhOwJwDi4ZpADB3R-r3dKrK6EPE_iPA9z0aIODKryV1AjTOxGpb09CYUP9khusBQCH6xfBm36_XjuU4FiOaxVBng6Ok_LhOzgvUPXWWRvddicHBlvAqQ/s1600/IMG_5931.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538009387821624130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6edTRP7D9ODUCf2MRhOwJwDi4ZpADB3R-r3dKrK6EPE_iPA9z0aIODKryV1AjTOxGpb09CYUP9khusBQCH6xfBm36_XjuU4FiOaxVBng6Ok_LhOzgvUPXWWRvddicHBlvAqQ/s400/IMG_5931.JPG" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538009377820084514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_0TkPCy4Jq_mJFkDrwbSbvkQEWNmwfmBUSeKyNe1UysA8vMK7yrVAq31lOT-wK0kqPngYu1WOCywyw2RVUycFb0I79q7YrMcbV6leufFbTUAug3fJqDK14tX99h-I1f05MlF/s400/IMG_5954.JPG" /> <strong>He Can <span style="color:#009900;">FLY!</span></strong><br /><br /><div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJJBm6EB05nc5KS-oqcSKdZs_3-VAaOOrDaJkyl8SK2Htgwqvg4hceuzsz9UbKPfQRmNoaxGw_7vUr641coVfeUOwfzybWJXq6hSrh99i3hb3Enx6-cyzV1tsqo33t62sYuSg/s1600/IMG_5993.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538008193523702578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJJBm6EB05nc5KS-oqcSKdZs_3-VAaOOrDaJkyl8SK2Htgwqvg4hceuzsz9UbKPfQRmNoaxGw_7vUr641coVfeUOwfzybWJXq6hSrh99i3hb3Enx6-cyzV1tsqo33t62sYuSg/s400/IMG_5993.JPG" /></a> The Annual Halloween Costume Parade.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538008187677308498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnYHog9LHhk5l8oJUCZUs8G0-OX1sb7HAuuRJb21dnQC8MVYgDbaaIOhj7z5OtB1eaVl544tT6-nkQTROpDThDnQ4Fch1JVFBhCqzEW8h78Bwk08wu-OYwx9TZxa73bndHmEK/s400/IMG_5980.JPG" /> </div></div></div><br /></div>And I dressed up as One Bad Dude's Lady Friend (aka Tinerbell and Peter's mommy)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-74792022465570782872010-10-29T13:45:00.004-06:002010-10-29T17:13:30.662-06:00Please join me in Voting for Butch OtterI have never publicly supported a candidate for any political office before, but I am concerned that Keith <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Allred</span> may fool too many of my friends and family so here is my opinion:<br />ALL PARTY AFFILIATIONS ASIDE<br /><span style="color:#666666;">Yes, Keith <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Allred</span> is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, he may share some of the same family values, but that does not make him a good candidate for governor. There are many of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span> faith that lack what it takes to be governor? I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span>, should I be governor? And Honestly, how lame is playing the religion card??? Being of the same faith is not a reason to vote for someone.<br />Yes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Allred</span> now lives in Idaho, claims to be a 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> generation Idahoan, but for most of his life, he has been a Harvard Professor. Impressive sounding, but that means he has lived a very different life than most of us. He has lived and taught at a very liberal and formal institution, spent his days in high-rise buildings and elevators, philosophizing life. I have lived in a large, vastly populated, liberal, eastern college town, and let me tell you it is nothing like the life we live and cherish here in Idaho. Member of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span> faith or not, how could he even know how to protect our way of life when he has not lived it?<br /></span>Butch Otter has done an amazing job as Governor. He has kept our budget balanced and refused to send the State of Idaho into debt. He will not let Idaho spend money we do not have. This shows a deep integrity that is nearly completely lost these days. He shows impeccable fiscal responsibility. <strong>DO NOT let anyone blame your local problems with education budgets on the Governor’s office.</strong> Talk to your local school district and Superintendent. They are happy to send on the blame to Butch Otter to clear their responsibility, but not all school districts are having problems. This is usually the result of poor management from local authorities.<br />Frankly, Otter’s latest’s stand against the Federal Government mandating Wolf conservation is proof that<strong> he will stand up for what is best for Idaho.</strong> Who wants the federal government, from eastern, liberal states mandating our way of life? (Hey that sounds like Keith <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Allred</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">hmmm</span>.)<br />I have had the opportunity, on several occasions to shake his hand and talk to him and his wife. They are good, sound, quality people, who show the wear and tear of being on the campaign trail for months and fighting for their livelihood. They are stalwart Idahoans. They live the lives we cherish here in Idaho. <span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Butch Otter has integrity and has shown it in word and deed.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-62294382558421889182010-10-22T16:20:00.004-06:002010-10-22T16:50:09.218-06:00I love Bear Lake<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000557373087122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05bQuUni2MV9WSmEMe7Erf1txVMUxP2vMz9H4A-Sowgt_GdAWmYOSdymezlZjxYntf-3bodkG_jippU78JxdhKDzXDyt2wG9S6paCNSIM8v1gwoCl69AtEGjRgzd1dUrOm2OA/s400/IMG_5808.JPG" /></div><div align="center">A Rare Family photo... </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004536710133826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-gM2Hs1TY92q5txeM1hqxYj-00z9-W12hh5e5oRdDaIoSlUkm8aIzINr4KuRLs3ogJMj87RKhC_imeZy1Z7a705kqmaEvj0gYBJAeKdh2GAj_X7wYb5bJRS_oxTYAgbn2znI/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Where are all the kids... At the Lake... Nope in the Hot Tub...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000540448581954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4d5rQXuJPV0cnsfWm1cLS8bwtrYMwV7SVtJ9-1SFex57NPgG1W95w4FDRS72GyC9M79JO7O_gXyeOJO3c3Vwge9oymcs72y-bekFDEAgxRVDvEUrZ6ZOHlt1tpPXKzEFwGea/s400/IMG_5811.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> The kids all get along so well. Even after two days with no sleep!</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004529036158322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6y57ENxelMEKfspkC3VgC4ue95UuRO75tjGGEYuCBRrl5SP9O78rUcCfkgW1YIFx78qlm2y4b3BHIxaCXCSBdYK8z7eAShfy5fgr30QOYwSXPcFzukOtYmV9bM2AJCdqm72Vk/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Coby</span> shot this great photo of Lance on the water. </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004519819293618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeHRVHKwT08R26LtxA4TjmqJUBDtd0LCWYVWbUohyphenhyphenVmffoTmIVHrwDrwzm3l2z7GKsNYQDELFAU8HId6NqcbtFLtbEmgMmQQsOTtbKNT2VytLouOzFXAzOsmGn_kk-sHdoIe4/s400/IMG_2903.JPG" /></p><p align="center">And After</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004526206578514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxRsWczcw3bMTcsbbqSYpPDh6cLy4Eq6Z2Giy-fmxwIdkmBHa7Pf47FO7lux35rYvfShsX5Y0vF-ZOkeo1wRCrikRZlFCLLT_bTRS01OR5cRTNXiHzklXwHB0QAitHkY5gwya/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Friends like these are rare to come by. I love them!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGNyduiFqEUVpFHjNepz65rY-V8oz0LakMPhw9-1U7CZwm3mdcGkfx9CW3311ZRefVyNuvKEVyRHusNwigGSo499EUU7P1y4v3B7k09L2_Tbbx82H1OYBruYSzL4Sv2s9HV3h/s1600/IMG_2939.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004533288037186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGNyduiFqEUVpFHjNepz65rY-V8oz0LakMPhw9-1U7CZwm3mdcGkfx9CW3311ZRefVyNuvKEVyRHusNwigGSo499EUU7P1y4v3B7k09L2_Tbbx82H1OYBruYSzL4Sv2s9HV3h/s400/IMG_2939.JPG" /></a>And I love this boy.</p><div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000546535663890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIltccmv7POXjRDu2lOqvjxtL-noDkJIybpohbfG56eq0n5Btt6-KKQBGLTLTZsfQhGP9emkb1LXMPsRFgQpnMcpMJnSwXtEFHNVCsxBQQIfB_5ifRIgZXkP3pLDuEBvLNQj1/s400/IMG_5787.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Me and My Favorite Little Girl!</div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000553176490530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNn4QHBpumERkjwMhdwKqrCiaIKHDD8ZfakbdUz26KB0DQ2yzDyNT-YvDSu496LnfCkfIEGBHVqkKaxczene-vXH33Ir26qvk8n61rOR_qXL7FQYrGxHkYpRcAIUqVL3BgBs26/s400/IMG_5795.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> made a necklace out of a sea shell she found on the beach. She has been so proud of it and she wore it to school the day after we got back.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahhhh</span>. I love Bear Lake!</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-27907677513510561082010-10-19T16:20:00.003-06:002010-10-19T16:28:38.748-06:00Metal Art is Unique and Beautiful<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.metalart4u.com"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529885953745383890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2E0q6UxhbM8HXDXMyqseqMofzypiFbYAXtprw5YuyAdUTi1lxIaAxuJVtZDQQGuHMnOoOcaIQp65zLwdAI2eTfMbM1z13dPlyz3G3Ugr_RATE3FSAEcLrFfRiDSA2jlEFE9k/s400/slc+temple.jpg" /></a> I love this new product offered by my sisters Metal Fabrication Shop. It is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> unique. You have never seen anything like this in a store. It is hard up wrought iron cut into temples and names and images and it is beautiful... IF YOU NEED A CHRISTMAS GIFT for that very hard to buy fer person visit her website at <a href="http://www.metalart4u.com/">www.metalart4u.com</a></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://metalart4u.com/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529885948333967250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgmL86oKdqh1TWeljHSrwFj3-CnL3MX9n0gR7R7rpRk9zkKFhq0_6DsFUzZMc-sCe7FR1v0x2KtPOQx5JSu0aCHcH4YI9mxpRc_j7xjADF38rGnz5wzzgc-YnIpeua9LwqyB2/s400/stevenson.jpg" /></a> This is my front door. You can custom order <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">any person's</span> name...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://metalart4u.com/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529885939374878114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66NftL-4Sm_GJoqyGmuceK15zoYffCYCZTbNbiPXlcAeV_GjR30JsEk21LKdLHXIRj_NbDUWqfsEMOQRBnPqltR2hnb02hmg8C5CkHa9Bpl87XgUvF5w8HkHZdSrLM51dXjY-/s400/calista.jpg" /></a> This is in my daughter's room. She loves it and so do I.</div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-65682349257304957132010-10-01T11:35:00.002-06:002010-10-01T11:44:58.851-06:00Minico Homecoming Parade<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>GO SPARTANS</strong></span> *** <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong> GO <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">MINICO</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I never thought <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'd</span> say that in my life, being a Highland Ram, we somewhat disliked the Spartans ........ now we love them)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eu9R60PddvhUDy-3Tj7r5-TseVkFRm9zyb6hvwuGYSlXxgD_tWXD1af-hd6BCJcA3fix-CdTC6MfM98CWYat0hQIf-6nd-kV4bIMLsVW3TTdsyKTv4Ms7pkPjTR71QiHrWPR/s1600/IMG_5846.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523133121871235922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eu9R60PddvhUDy-3Tj7r5-TseVkFRm9zyb6hvwuGYSlXxgD_tWXD1af-hd6BCJcA3fix-CdTC6MfM98CWYat0hQIf-6nd-kV4bIMLsVW3TTdsyKTv4Ms7pkPjTR71QiHrWPR/s400/IMG_5846.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Pure elation! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> has always loved cheerleaders. We found them before the parade started and they were so cute and sweet with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span>. She was in heaven! It nearly brought me to tears.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvypnhKiX8BcpPn42z3XdwN3lkb9OBM2HVP8Wq8DEgUAFFyTx2Y36shMoA7_LDygPSi3AXXaGPuHWiUN5ih-ZtXrxJQmPOgEGG4IlA02jDuPaSz0h_0EEhUdpmAd0BbmBFMR1/s1600/IMG_5845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523133117528854354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvypnhKiX8BcpPn42z3XdwN3lkb9OBM2HVP8Wq8DEgUAFFyTx2Y36shMoA7_LDygPSi3AXXaGPuHWiUN5ih-ZtXrxJQmPOgEGG4IlA02jDuPaSz0h_0EEhUdpmAd0BbmBFMR1/s400/IMG_5845.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Everybody is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">somebody's</span> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">HERO</span></strong>!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-85244722810441848052010-09-28T11:49:00.000-06:002010-10-01T11:52:13.379-06:00FinallyI ordered one of these sofas, it will be in next week. I did not tell Lance wich one I ordered...<br />Thanks for all the input.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-78815765791688163972010-09-21T11:52:00.004-06:002010-09-21T18:28:45.392-06:00Which Sofa and Love Seat combo???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vRr2Zdf6H8-ojkZQfpw1gNjN-LTvJqka_pDV1hwsF_1Kh6jMUkuGBt_Q1ifsALiXTme9UND2-obb5PObkoecjnwgoNdr8fBit2cce747B-S3Mr46jy1avoe5bRyZPnlDqcaY/s1600/IMG_5267.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519448224680970226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vRr2Zdf6H8-ojkZQfpw1gNjN-LTvJqka_pDV1hwsF_1Kh6jMUkuGBt_Q1ifsALiXTme9UND2-obb5PObkoecjnwgoNdr8fBit2cce747B-S3Mr46jy1avoe5bRyZPnlDqcaY/s400/IMG_5267.JPG" /></a> This is our living room. It obviously needed help. We sold our furniture and are staring over. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> want leather, because of the kiddies.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlc6aws-DZR0XLuwiwnt2GN1zGCoF4UIm-kqhlcoe8Min8kkQ5U7E1iyr7pSxmM8G17-KqWrjnZ0pcTwYZsJLeB7iqtFqHwwbUl0h0LGgn_m0EQXGCitydGj7_jqOhH1IlGqY/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG"></a>So these are what we have come to...<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIo9BLeWkpKgHD0tymY_6r9zWjpv1Yopj09L3ybdsi_CM0doe0D-UUuDJqY6GU2G1s7hj_d1QkgcKbqsneTsahGwEP6ycWlfE9dQRZupJDuoBQBrudLCWdBpaI07A-vkCKAfv/s1600/san+lucas+room.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519432593410616146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIo9BLeWkpKgHD0tymY_6r9zWjpv1Yopj09L3ybdsi_CM0doe0D-UUuDJqY6GU2G1s7hj_d1QkgcKbqsneTsahGwEP6ycWlfE9dQRZupJDuoBQBrudLCWdBpaI07A-vkCKAfv/s400/san+lucas+room.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebhdl9BrBVKJPHgiQ9rHwAqUO71hKuEar1XAW7AmAAxc2MI48T994yIPWvnqy5Dc0xnR2rcIm49zyDoisMkxHhOsG92VMQESfUSUW8j3mWoGFQp38KFJNPuHRNQZu10e6vxbO/s1600/san+lucas.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519432578278235842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebhdl9BrBVKJPHgiQ9rHwAqUO71hKuEar1XAW7AmAAxc2MI48T994yIPWvnqy5Dc0xnR2rcIm49zyDoisMkxHhOsG92VMQESfUSUW8j3mWoGFQp38KFJNPuHRNQZu10e6vxbO/s400/san+lucas.gif" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> OR...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAn45t21Pv8yEhqKM7dDm8XP5Ze93_zMMSaRoANo5UAda5sZ-LIaA_c7Kn8VvO8dNlUkqAEPkd997uuLm3vgeZGv_ENxgcEGvejzSf1jTIOHzHh2X6FYByKfk5E9raCjUzDSGv/s1600/cordova+room.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519432547712948818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAn45t21Pv8yEhqKM7dDm8XP5Ze93_zMMSaRoANo5UAda5sZ-LIaA_c7Kn8VvO8dNlUkqAEPkd997uuLm3vgeZGv_ENxgcEGvejzSf1jTIOHzHh2X6FYByKfk5E9raCjUzDSGv/s400/cordova+room.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZbXt28Asv80AhKx3A_coz5UM399amoh8oJEtyxUbNl8oZoctOJjQaCe-jQk7rpMWzAwD1t7mZOCRmjXgzCufGIj9zvujtII1vU8XMWcplP7VtGbUV_Y15WmKHxXIQC0LS3C3/s1600/cordova.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519432535687014514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZbXt28Asv80AhKx3A_coz5UM399amoh8oJEtyxUbNl8oZoctOJjQaCe-jQk7rpMWzAwD1t7mZOCRmjXgzCufGIj9zvujtII1vU8XMWcplP7VtGbUV_Y15WmKHxXIQC0LS3C3/s400/cordova.gif" /></a> Lance and I desperately lack at decorating skills. This will be our second attempt to get it right in our living room. I want to have it decorated and furnished by the holidays. So if you have an eye for this crap, or just an opinion , please share! </div><div>Lance prefers one and I prefer the other... I'll keep which ones we prefer unposted, so there is no bais!</div><div>PLEASE HELP!<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-15276347985723812892010-09-16T17:00:00.003-06:002010-09-16T17:08:31.023-06:001st Day of School<div align="center">Our little <em><span style="color:#330033;">RockStar</span></em> is growing up so fast. She has changed from <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Princess</span> to <span style="color:#993399;"><em>RockStar</em></span> because she is so darn sassy and quite the entertainer!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tvtadx-dADwgXF3eFGNEq-O0r-68KYKhmZe4nd64zjf5XdK9V3bMQ5YtJa9Po4hXnk-Kt9pxHvM4n75ybKmI5S4f1lKnqKIls-jpO1VwSANZ-u-airuZ5KK8P5HnxaalwUV3/s1600/IMG_5761.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517651461964343058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tvtadx-dADwgXF3eFGNEq-O0r-68KYKhmZe4nd64zjf5XdK9V3bMQ5YtJa9Po4hXnk-Kt9pxHvM4n75ybKmI5S4f1lKnqKIls-jpO1VwSANZ-u-airuZ5KK8P5HnxaalwUV3/s400/IMG_5761.JPG" /></a> See ya later, no tears shed... She is off to meet Ms. Andrea her new teacher!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbLXxCei8scFUrR5hHgbigFovCpf3PYn-ET0FrJFVLTFPp-9o-Q8zmAJFOsX4L7vwX2P-QeUfZf7xmNN8gbE6LwnWLZ43sIETwP9LPnv3ku_5tft8XFkyNMmaRjwNUFSM0yDh/s1600/IMG_5753.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517650971253931762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbLXxCei8scFUrR5hHgbigFovCpf3PYn-ET0FrJFVLTFPp-9o-Q8zmAJFOsX4L7vwX2P-QeUfZf7xmNN8gbE6LwnWLZ43sIETwP9LPnv3ku_5tft8XFkyNMmaRjwNUFSM0yDh/s400/IMG_5753.JPG" /></a> We just love her! <div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-76441985152052851272010-08-04T11:06:00.005-06:002010-08-04T11:20:22.465-06:003 months old<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501602601191194626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjZMr3RXUfSfIB_82JPKoEDno9brV337ENlghD48ZHOrNjpNw6cRkgf1CODR1GAZ_ZdqNfFxiajuCwPf8IheiDXn_JEf4or8qCGx5TlrNHcDHFq3ubchh6wErZ9iIxrQuiTCz/s400/IMG_5580.JPG" /> Nelson R. is 3 months old August 1st. <div align="center">He is healthy as can be.</div><div align="center">Weight 12 pounds even (25%)</div><div align="center">Height 24 1/2 inches (75%)</div><div align="center">Hopefully he will continue to be tall and we can restore some height to the Stevenson name!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMUbtf9izHQKHVYUIwrlfUXODpQGKEqerIJ1PH7djZX6BCbHQLOnh9XUdbdvUjKaHLGyJlTQQFZB48qWF2OWhbgyCUO_AVBaCeSUcNlciNtC_Z8msOYWzGncqNoHiiOFqbGEh/s1600/IMG_5158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501603249125212482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMUbtf9izHQKHVYUIwrlfUXODpQGKEqerIJ1PH7djZX6BCbHQLOnh9XUdbdvUjKaHLGyJlTQQFZB48qWF2OWhbgyCUO_AVBaCeSUcNlciNtC_Z8msOYWzGncqNoHiiOFqbGEh/s400/IMG_5158.JPG" /></a>This was Nelson at 1 week. I think his sock monkey shrank.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhqGCIu7msPIVzZ4VFfL5qDizj9v7sLNumjsJVNca8lOY0UdZ-rLOa8Ut-CCrRM2Jd5IE8T1Sb_WxQMlOZmVNayrY7LXIy_uEcH50mhbA54eQ2aAUn5HRJ0ZGpRWm1YFxfY4G/s1600/IMG_5588.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501602591488430978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhqGCIu7msPIVzZ4VFfL5qDizj9v7sLNumjsJVNca8lOY0UdZ-rLOa8Ut-CCrRM2Jd5IE8T1Sb_WxQMlOZmVNayrY7LXIy_uEcH50mhbA54eQ2aAUn5HRJ0ZGpRWm1YFxfY4G/s400/IMG_5588.JPG" /></a> I love his smile. It is so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contagious</span>. He is such a good baby, so mellow and loving.<br />He is sleeping from about 9:30pm- 4:00 or 5:00am. He wakes, eats, and sleeps another 2-3 hours until 6:30-7:00am.<br />We just love him!<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-30021540643174648672010-08-02T14:55:00.001-06:002010-08-02T18:33:20.061-06:00Our Yellowstone Adventures<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969707612952434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT60cVkO4oBAbNijY11HBlNqp1aW7HQKG4pQp_6YZyGYo8MYzWyujTpuU0iaVJKwYgqoJiJnHCMvy0twGjJsPN4ki0-CDK-VWq_YMhBw25LGcwdV8HxtxxaAT4gMK392x3sTrZ/s400/Calista+Yellowston.jpg" />Calista has the most dynamic and sassy personality. She loved Yellowstone!<br /><div align="center">All she wanted was to see a BEAR. We saw several elk, but everytime we did she would whine and say, "But that's not a BEAR. Lets go to bear country!" She would look through her Bincoluars and claim to see animal after animal and when we asked her to decribe what she saw it was usually a pink bear, with a black tail, named Treeah. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LROrBrWIbY1wl0jFnbPgF7TQj1eRaugDW1cbQUrEjKiY5JPxxNBXQjd3d0_NnIJ3_ERNlu9Wj9ZQ70BYZ82o_Qzwzto8CPKlRy1n-qeWf8h_ZlPmwuhcskf3zRN2P8eenTkJ/s1600/IMG_5496.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968162243996034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVMcZwlMFoCDrfLga1zbJY8LtK6eHJEUUOIiZWJW9vcDoey2OUCoObK4WLXezY9-qRupDRV-mXVLtdAh4iOhxprrcF61r1B7WAnpYRvl7r5qI0C5cuQt60DZLRPhpw_H4DHD2/s400/IMG_5512.JPG" /></a> Our Family </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969447205760130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXxGmCOtf4MH3S1XfV78X6_OCkgdh9LC0s1GE_jP7J53k90ak617iTIYcl9ehIo2HL3jHOXOTkyCVaYw4pnTFd6Pl8mh4x2I9C7WTyAJ7unVosMJatw-5xeFwp12ctP90xTSY/s400/IMG_5503.JPG" /> Lance and Calista climbed and climbed...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969439819486946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn07Phc-SEjCp3qcH_jCfJXdctfJKx7ahq3gPQeyvONQUFB1Rxt1N6hjZ2iIDOcdCbqNWmv27oB3yBBWF9tN_I5ULbwhtCHqjkYkR3Z2E3b25xt57ov9yDHD-b_SGDFbxNA5lN/s400/IMG_5501.JPG" /> She loved the rocks...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969437783011810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qw5z_XVtFn6KxDscl7Rs8YCHhGsnoFcskwFn1acezb2s3o1uu9LZCXABE__4ZEKgLs7qlASqtt85eulDo3Ga7EIu0jexOK6KTSn-jlgHuQwgTywFp-9Sfi8LV3oHRumLAOvZ/s400/IMG_5507.JPG" /> And they climbed some more. Can you see them way on top?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969451416925186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceYAwklJ7AKakpr_I4-fdewfh0vh0Swpnbyt5LfE3wpOzKPDmf2N9JpuawAptGYy6P46zgo2PprE27T48hV5X6RkGMzwuVEpdFaQE3KTeSc0eJxoOE1mKz71Lo7-O3p4usBBn/s400/IMG_5525.JPG" /> If Calista looks like she thinks she owns this place, it's because she does. This is the bottom of Uncle Tom's Trail. It is known for its decend into the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. There are 328 very steep stairs and 1/2 mile of trail decending into the Canyon. Calista litterally ran to the bottom, we took some pictures, and then she ran back to the top while mom huffed and puffed and rested about every 50 stairs.<br />She is a trooper!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968147912155218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-oE4gOl4BdHPhMH68keDG190eA9ozkH3NKW5jLa6lgyWxcoAEdyNzpfg0Mf6idOFzYiLDKSEem35GH7pqGtNde3x2l1JMFDyFjTQh5buyjtxyki4hRbuiWJg3CJyZUuYcrhJ/s400/IMG_5523.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500973520335468034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LROrBrWIbY1wl0jFnbPgF7TQj1eRaugDW1cbQUrEjKiY5JPxxNBXQjd3d0_NnIJ3_ERNlu9Wj9ZQ70BYZ82o_Qzwzto8CPKlRy1n-qeWf8h_ZlPmwuhcskf3zRN2P8eenTkJ/s400/IMG_5496.JPG" />Old Faithful. They geysers just never get old. They are amazing.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaDKkfZy2GH-HCsyB-VmLxOdrtTI5hxm6iA-8WShNX4XJnLb35DD2qHejus5Uhmg5Ek9xmlBXHrpSPUGj6PsLzxsM4lYwo-mxVRss44RPROyO4SWNFFX6rFm2qbhaZCufDO0b/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500969429345388002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaDKkfZy2GH-HCsyB-VmLxOdrtTI5hxm6iA-8WShNX4XJnLb35DD2qHejus5Uhmg5Ek9xmlBXHrpSPUGj6PsLzxsM4lYwo-mxVRss44RPROyO4SWNFFX6rFm2qbhaZCufDO0b/s400/IMG_5491.JPG" /></a> Doesn't Nelson look like he is having fun? He really was a trooper too. He had a hard time getting decent naps in so he was a little more restless than normal but for taking a 3 month old to Yellowstone for 2 1/2 days, he was wonderful!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dxUXNAgBvi3wbG4H1VSgL_KJOmSn456u8jdRHI1el2Jt7Zo0rSCOyCTU-8mkVMUVeHRmZEPvAJwhcmfBRwiNNAwZe1Ehex6D2wc477SsfNOlwhfIh2ptatX6U5vyha8viqku/s1600/IMG_5481.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968155371311490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dxUXNAgBvi3wbG4H1VSgL_KJOmSn456u8jdRHI1el2Jt7Zo0rSCOyCTU-8mkVMUVeHRmZEPvAJwhcmfBRwiNNAwZe1Ehex6D2wc477SsfNOlwhfIh2ptatX6U5vyha8viqku/s400/IMG_5481.JPG" /></a> Infant Geyser.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3ROeKn9WLX0DoJtlpei6p6nJBeZZs86fs6oQCEjBSAm7MEc32gmT_4akb5AZhcYvAgoQGpLyrX6zHxbSEdBVYsjRe176HJ8M_RS8a8_DFv3p49birXDA3J-eF5L9jdcRJTJs/s1600/IMG_5521.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968144720399634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3ROeKn9WLX0DoJtlpei6p6nJBeZZs86fs6oQCEjBSAm7MEc32gmT_4akb5AZhcYvAgoQGpLyrX6zHxbSEdBVYsjRe176HJ8M_RS8a8_DFv3p49birXDA3J-eF5L9jdcRJTJs/s400/IMG_5521.JPG" /></a> Petrified Tree? We think it's a hoax! That's why they lock it up.<br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968134670360482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5JrRJ6SJZjqrV89m01PccRN4649rOdqwr134Ge-bJwbkJURJvSwVMzhMpoGvWMMARqt_umKCcsPJao7ShswWYaNOd8YJY3wf9_2XzepjPoqPaN1hNLIorACp-R0E9OEGXWrC/s400/IMG_5550.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">The cute little Cabin that we stayed in outside of West Yellowstone. The Cabin may have been the highlight of Calista's trip. Since we have been home she has asked to go back to the cabin at least a dozen times.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-37964293047403029212010-08-01T22:03:00.001-06:002010-08-01T22:07:02.227-06:00Yellowstone Poster Child<div align="center">If this isn't every litte kid after two days in Yellowstone!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvmy-skcw6I-zn3L6iKU2FG69WELalGFyziC_IlAHlKgGNvZUAGZQ1RlWbDAL9fOx5gTStjYep6W4T5njISYNWiJEXhp0iFzpPUN9UMl-8qeva3q_hgIL2pOF5yCdfsGO30DL/s1600/IMG_5541.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500658728340205842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvmy-skcw6I-zn3L6iKU2FG69WELalGFyziC_IlAHlKgGNvZUAGZQ1RlWbDAL9fOx5gTStjYep6W4T5njISYNWiJEXhp0iFzpPUN9UMl-8qeva3q_hgIL2pOF5yCdfsGO30DL/s400/IMG_5541.JPG" /></a> I love this little fart!<br />More pics to come...<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-35604845898264807922010-08-01T12:08:00.000-06:002010-08-04T11:06:19.573-06:00My Youngest Sister is getting Married<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicADaNY6qhyphenhyphenTLmd5cazcm8lnL50P-N6Xf3ph5PJ1UjkdSp0qcZerDuhANSVciyubQxEwYo1Yo58Xjs-bOgIBSzzMn3pEAKkNS8vy4FUSg0psBaXQDIYqGMJ6yGC-uheldF5h2e/s1600/michele-announcement.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497907595542170450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicADaNY6qhyphenhyphenTLmd5cazcm8lnL50P-N6Xf3ph5PJ1UjkdSp0qcZerDuhANSVciyubQxEwYo1Yo58Xjs-bOgIBSzzMn3pEAKkNS8vy4FUSg0psBaXQDIYqGMJ6yGC-uheldF5h2e/s400/michele-announcement.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Yup, its a joke. She is really getting married, but this is not the offical announcement. It made me laugh though.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-64347323198423682002010-07-18T20:03:00.004-06:002010-07-18T20:14:58.581-06:00My little bugs...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieL4ZVYONfgPnb1UoWe4N02mTVuiM0cqcxidGRW3AE-blML31s_R10f6wO3hhrdwRMY_0JL6YynWdB2x16I_ndaFKGmlpzsIX0x7ACgrGV0tDXGNkcUhHLRhCoHG8O6z-liswz/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495432954006008306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieL4ZVYONfgPnb1UoWe4N02mTVuiM0cqcxidGRW3AE-blML31s_R10f6wO3hhrdwRMY_0JL6YynWdB2x16I_ndaFKGmlpzsIX0x7ACgrGV0tDXGNkcUhHLRhCoHG8O6z-liswz/s400/IMG_5330.JPG" /></a> I love these two little bugs so much. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> loves her baby brother so much and is so good with him. She tugs on his arms a little too much but she means well. She is always singing to him, the lullaby, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Edelwiess</span>, from the Sound of Music, and Lullaby and goodnight. And she says, "Mom, baby brother is so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">stinkin</span> cute." We called him baby brother the whole time I was pregnant because we did not have a name for him until he was about an hour old, so we still call him baby brother, probably more than we call him Nelson.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-3562463996772756402010-06-05T18:08:00.005-06:002010-06-17T18:24:54.292-06:00Bad Hair Days<div align="center">I let <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> play with a comb in the bath tub. This was the result.</div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483899525491044114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwULTWQforQ39EpM04IukeodsW1pwV-V8rboezW2g34DkrvU7QssjfoLqJVCar-Yc06IdDBbpTiTIeY5JJRfIJKqfaS-UzNvByO8OdsUWDZkCbCCYBxaf5IhDflNYq4MdbULdp/s400/IMG_5238.JPG" /></p><br /><div align="center">It was so tight I thought I would never get it out. This was after 30 minutes of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dangling</span>. Then I got smart and cut up the comb...</div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483899534519657026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtqdz6GdZwfFRaHYU_tGOl4WsVIqFjAErdFiDdsHT_-M1cf7AyUdw1i87RZQwo0vS7gKT6HBooNONv_S7H0e0zaaBGLHOsze-FQsMLn-vuhctbev3tnPeDhxis_qJUVlgMcH-/s400/IMG_5242.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Luckily very little hair had to be cut!</div><div align="center">My tool kit.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483899537522343698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt34CWY-KLP0uccw0872Urvxu8R3xol3I7jCzqx_5TJ114OmfqfTjiDxJxRLm1K78x-gz9Uv-96_4nMezYVgctSWD21GUkMjb2bhs7eTsQbz3il4aXWY19JW1jxFm1sqQAM74i/s400/IMG_5245.JPG" /><span style="font-family:courier new;">This is in memory of Jessica <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Curzon's</span> bangs- or whats left of them after her two year old got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahold</span> of them while she was asleep.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is also in memory of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista's</span> friend, Ana, who get her locks tangled in a toy truck and had to chop off her beautiful hair.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It must be in the air!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464857.post-65000585979409373022010-05-30T13:38:00.001-06:002010-06-16T13:43:05.578-06:00Memorial Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPMgBsvqzdJDZtV4Uo2hELjBMuCmC5j_LdPYVZH-kr4naWNW4UgW1DV3HtLYmj1wWOKr0ZpiCMX8Ox5_sSLk8J3yJwXXzZj5fa7IocASMeH-U7QtSxZOPIsOVPAUMAAZs58kh/s1600/IMG_5248.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483458678759346274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPMgBsvqzdJDZtV4Uo2hELjBMuCmC5j_LdPYVZH-kr4naWNW4UgW1DV3HtLYmj1wWOKr0ZpiCMX8Ox5_sSLk8J3yJwXXzZj5fa7IocASMeH-U7QtSxZOPIsOVPAUMAAZs58kh/s400/IMG_5248.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgdKOVTJ0vVB32YKy9iy9nAYqishB2L3-zF58e7qWcok15fmwQ5XIPtEyut-OdNVfmSDlyeWK8_YT8q_4KX5bYuftzvli9CdMkORm73SABdk8zO-DmXFJbBHV_iBAbeTt1J4q/s1600/IMG_5246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483458656860011906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgdKOVTJ0vVB32YKy9iy9nAYqishB2L3-zF58e7qWcok15fmwQ5XIPtEyut-OdNVfmSDlyeWK8_YT8q_4KX5bYuftzvli9CdMkORm73SABdk8zO-DmXFJbBHV_iBAbeTt1J4q/s400/IMG_5246.JPG" /></a> <div>Every Memorial Day, we read memories of Lance's dad from the Memorial Book that Teresa put together when he passed. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> loves learning about her papa. (We left Nelson sleeping in the car.) The rest of the day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Calista</span> asked people, "Did you know my papa is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">buried</span>?" It was cute. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0