tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321928092024-02-28T06:41:49.423-08:00A Glimpse at our Worldcheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-22873962576446709012013-11-23T08:53:00.001-08:002013-11-23T08:53:25.702-08:00The Choice of the Next Generation...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been down in Carson's bedroom and he has this photo of Clayton's baptism on his mirror (sadly, I don't even own any photos of Clayton's baptism, so this isn't the photo I'm referring to, but it's one of the few photos I have of Grandma Hunter). There is a side of Carson that most of his friends aren't aware of, he's very sensitive to the people who matter most. It was Clayton's baptism, yet Clayton doesn't have the photo in his room, Carson took it. It's probably the last photo we have of Grandma Hunter before she passed away. Both Great Grandma's are very special to Carson, he's the one that reminds me monthly to go bring donuts over to Great Grandma Nelson, yet I still never make it over there because I'm exhausted after a long day of teaching. This photo got me to thinking...<br />
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There are many things that I miss about Grandma, I miss her genuine kindness, and the amazing ability to not worry about the little things. I don't know if she just never trusted me enough, to let me into her real thoughts; but according to my memories of Grandma, her mind was always on the next meal she would cook for you but never ate herself, dealing with the incessant flies that plagued her life, and reaching the goal of using up every bit of material she purchased back in the 80's during the sale of the century (which was a lot!). She never spoke unkindly about anybody, she did worry about the weather and her family at times, but mostly she focused on her goals for the day and that woman made everyone around her tired just watching her! I think the only time she would sit down during the day was at 4 am, when she read her scriptures. But that's not really what I wanted to focus these thoughts on...<br />
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Although I miss my Grandmother dearly, I miss the safety and seclusion of the farm. I feel so blessed that my boys had a small taste of farm life during the few visits we made to Grandma's. Grandma and Grandpa were a rare link to a time in history that this generation can't even comprehend existed. They lived on a farm without indoor plumbing and electricity most of their lives; just like Chris and I lived without internet most of our lives. As they grew older, new technology surfaced-like washers and dryers, automatic dish washers, and indoor heating-my grandparents lived a life without these technologies and did just fine for years, so in their mind what was the hurry in buying the next greatest invention, just because everybody else was doing it? That's one of the things I loved most about my Grandmother-her stubbornness with change and technology. It made going to her farm such a magical place, like a time-warp of sorts. Her bedroom was always freezing because they never could get their weird version of a furnace to heat up that side of the house, after three minutes in her bath tub you would run out of hot water because I think her water heater held 10 gallons max! She made her own laundry soap out of lye, and still used the old washer that had the roller on the top to squeeze out the water. She never bought a dryer or an automatic dish washer. If you wanted to reach Grandma, you'd better hope that she was home, because she never bought an answering machine, or heaven forbid a cell-phone! <br />
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Due to this resistance to change, baths were rare in that household, and washing clothes that have seen a full day on the farm were rare as well. I think my Grandparents bathed once a week and that was on Saturday, because "Saturday is the day to get ready for Sunday" (insert primary tune here...) Grandma did the laundry either once a month or every other week I think, I'm trying to remember if I ever saw Grandma do the laundry. I definitely saw the evidence with the sheets and towels etc. hanging outside on the clothesline, but I don't think I've ever seen her old machine turned on. That saddens me, I should have asked her if she ever needed help with her laundry. How silly you are as a young child/teenager, you just assume your family will always be around and that there will always be another chance to get that opportunity. But honestly, I was just too self-absorbed and selfish to think that my sweet Grandmother could use the help.<br />
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I'm definitely missing her home and the stinky farm. I know the house is still there in little Lewisville, Idaho and I could visit if I really felt the need. But what a soulless skeleton it is without my Grandparents. I miss them dearly, and once again feel so blessed that I knew them, better yet that I am related to such amazing people. They left quite the legacy behind. I hope and pray that in this world of internet and cell phones I can help my children remember what life was really like for people for centuries before electricity. It got me to thinking how few children had the kind of experience when going to their Grandparents home like I did. When we went to see Grandma it truly was, "Going over the River, and Through the Woods To Grandmother's house we go" and once you arrived at her house, it was everything that wonderful song described. I'm glad that my Grandparents could be such a great link to that past for me, and that I can use real life examples, rather than just fluff from history books!<br />
<br />cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-63621763341412636512010-12-01T04:45:00.000-08:002010-12-11T04:58:29.812-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zh42CQQ482Ys26fJIF5Tjj2vOnf5dfGb69khfoMkvQ9tNnPZP-mBe-ix-KuuA0BkgCz91GJ4xlOnLr853Ij3WuPBqG9JkTkivpv7FhCcnOeEwRWOtMVqIEa7S9ok_BqRdAGz/s1600/100_0344.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zh42CQQ482Ys26fJIF5Tjj2vOnf5dfGb69khfoMkvQ9tNnPZP-mBe-ix-KuuA0BkgCz91GJ4xlOnLr853Ij3WuPBqG9JkTkivpv7FhCcnOeEwRWOtMVqIEa7S9ok_BqRdAGz/s320/100_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545695513787485154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Jase and Tiff at The Red Carpet in Cannes-the original Red Carpet<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />With Friends Like These...</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I apologize early for the length of this post, it's going to be a long one. Have a lot to say.<br /><br />So here's the quick run down of our story with the Pierce's. Tiff and I were roommates in college. She went on a mission to The Dominican Republic and met my husband Chris. Chris mean-while was companions with Jase. Tiff spent 9 months with Chris and loved him to death and wrote me that I just had to meet him. I wrote her back and said, "I can find my own dates thank you..."</span> Well, while Tiff was talking me up to Chris, Chris was talking Jase up to Tiff. So long story short, once they were all back home from the mission, we met, fell in love, and a few short months later... Tiff married Jase, and I married Chris. So here's the beauty of our friendship, how many people do you know that are married to each other's best friends? Tiff is mine, has been for 18 years now, and Jase is Chris's, also for 18 years. Needless to say, we were devestated when our best friends left for France to work for the next 3 to 5 years. But with great friends like these, you do what you can to stay in touch. I have to take this time to dearly thank Jase for his extensive hard work that allows him to have the sky miles to fly me out to visit for a week.<br /><br />A quick stab: for those of you who think you have the best friends in the world, ask your self this one question... Will they fly you to France?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Charmed Life<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwc9aYLMQ3TC_R1SzqABC031uuaKQCa43nMQ0g8PzzLESnbh9Enqt3YfSsr5PljU0Lf9HqwOhS68r0htcxePm_39kvQf6r6i5j3lRwM8NUlhtEpMNceaeEbG45akmak2LlBFk/s1600/100_0124.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwc9aYLMQ3TC_R1SzqABC031uuaKQCa43nMQ0g8PzzLESnbh9Enqt3YfSsr5PljU0Lf9HqwOhS68r0htcxePm_39kvQf6r6i5j3lRwM8NUlhtEpMNceaeEbG45akmak2LlBFk/s320/100_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546960208121720258" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kjR8AmSW0i-rCzf7di7CVy_LCjBhRbjv_78FgGBszn9LA7YisDS1bCmKW7Mc4wk_bhAuoP76K1bAZTg5orlC_DTN12L7w2a987Krt_-37sPW9Yd_ICRdAUB2u7sUWMzr2Vl-/s1600/IMG00023-20101127-2034.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiff and I at the Italian Market in San Remo, Italy-a quick way to burn through all your euros</span></span><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Those who know Chris and I know that we love to travel and have been to some fabulous places in our day. This trip was definitely in my top two trips of all time. With that said, it's difficult to blog about without making the entry turn into a travel log. So let me just say that every day was better than the day before. I had a 9 hour flight from Nice to New York, and I cried the entire time. It was very hard to leave my best friend behind. Yet my heart was so full of gratitude that I have a friend like Tiff, because she is a rare find in this adult world that we live in, a friend that has stuck by me since I was 18 years old, basically we grew up together. I love you Tiff-thanks for the memories.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">To keep things shorter, I've decided to make a list for you all...<br /></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />10 things I'll miss most about France<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. The Boulangerie's and Patisserie's-<br /></span><span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh my gosh, the croissants were so delicious. It's scary how many I ate every day. My jeans have definitely noticed I spent a week in France, but the pastries were worth every calorie. I crave them every minute of my day. The French definitely know their pastries!!! </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsUjbCXGVsvpDWRUkKEQ4x2J19VIF8c-9tEbBAvtyO1u8Sn7sHJgEdvUi33XZq5Dkf6iv6j61zAd856CbNjOc0EFy3ykP7_5VZ06XQAd74ClYBZmOyC-URfb9GHAvntx6zDhO/s1600/100_0356.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsUjbCXGVsvpDWRUkKEQ4x2J19VIF8c-9tEbBAvtyO1u8Sn7sHJgEdvUi33XZq5Dkf6iv6j61zAd856CbNjOc0EFy3ykP7_5VZ06XQAd74ClYBZmOyC-URfb9GHAvntx6zDhO/s320/100_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546961587330387010" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FbrUY62uxY0iqIEVB__1MVzswDV-tldr3GxzlQjTBA3pkDk_KWSOzOvUZzLHMSAiOkUKYIXZ6bVFy7JsQZRE0Q6kpnHt5t0frzJvIv4tVVJZknfojijFOAnL-GIF_6NmwlCy/s1600/100_0188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FbrUY62uxY0iqIEVB__1MVzswDV-tldr3GxzlQjTBA3pkDk_KWSOzOvUZzLHMSAiOkUKYIXZ6bVFy7JsQZRE0Q6kpnHt5t0frzJvIv4tVVJZknfojijFOAnL-GIF_6NmwlCy/s320/100_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546961571746975394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">In lieu of pumpkin pie (which I can't stand-due to all of the birthday pumpkin pies I've received from having a Thanksgiving Birthday), Jase bought us all of these tarts. They were sooo delicious, I particularly loved the raspberry/strawberry tart, and the lemon meringue was amazing!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Charming little Towns at the top of the Hill<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Tiff and Jase live in a cute little town called Plascassier, in the south of France, which is about 10-20 minutes away from the Mediterranean Sea. From Tiff's backyard you can see this darling little town with a clock tower. This picture is what I woke up to every morning.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1diyzJde48yUFs5Jv9XVC9gZn0sP-YG3mAilTo1p_HFKJdhJQVmAZ_w8NGQE7dOm_aZxhUx6lrC9TPJM4Di9__ZomxxlSxD6hu50mf3a7fz1soYey5blvY39Ttgn1IrLY72DM/s1600/100_0189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1diyzJde48yUFs5Jv9XVC9gZn0sP-YG3mAilTo1p_HFKJdhJQVmAZ_w8NGQE7dOm_aZxhUx6lrC9TPJM4Di9__ZomxxlSxD6hu50mf3a7fz1soYey5blvY39Ttgn1IrLY72DM/s320/100_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965106050322594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d_96h13dTC-xd05o7rzy41upYgd2uzTOJToybYm-6BgP5TuryeOfOokmpGjJ8p0_8y0RPAFB-4gAOZfPeSEdphiUdr0mkYoJRGhIKHe-K3E8P4KDNOcTFHDXhh3xn81ZD4-U/s1600/100_0180.JPG">She also lives minutes away from Mougins Village. Mougins is exactly what I would have pictured classic Europe to look like. Cobble stone streets, beautiful gardens, and little shops focused heavily on the arts.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d_96h13dTC-xd05o7rzy41upYgd2uzTOJToybYm-6BgP5TuryeOfOokmpGjJ8p0_8y0RPAFB-4gAOZfPeSEdphiUdr0mkYoJRGhIKHe-K3E8P4KDNOcTFHDXhh3xn81ZD4-U/s1600/100_0180.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d_96h13dTC-xd05o7rzy41upYgd2uzTOJToybYm-6BgP5TuryeOfOokmpGjJ8p0_8y0RPAFB-4gAOZfPeSEdphiUdr0mkYoJRGhIKHe-K3E8P4KDNOcTFHDXhh3xn81ZD4-U/s320/100_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965089331485538" border="0" /></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr1-3Hz8iQkw6Yxl3HKiRVrZGJtRfVbjPUD9l2k5ETrPJxfMh0DEmQRDwcd-j7oHkTwA3WEvIJjk4xsaXvp0GUV_C3tN98BB8ReUSU7pjUdRLbwpbwuRzj4WhiNYX9IbzKzeX/s1600/100_0172.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr1-3Hz8iQkw6Yxl3HKiRVrZGJtRfVbjPUD9l2k5ETrPJxfMh0DEmQRDwcd-j7oHkTwA3WEvIJjk4xsaXvp0GUV_C3tN98BB8ReUSU7pjUdRLbwpbwuRzj4WhiNYX9IbzKzeX/s320/100_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965077190017698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I love all the clock towers!</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Narrow Streets<br /></span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">I took so many pictures of the little streets, because I absolutely loved them all. I loved the art work, the beautiful flowers they would all have nestled around their windows. But I think what I loved most was that Tiff had to drive down the streets and I didn't. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Everywhere I went I felt like I was in a movie, that either Ashton Kutcher or Julia Roberts would come prancing down at any time.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">This first picture is crazy, that's the hood of Tiff's car driving down from the clock tower that you can see from her backyard, I can't believe we didn't kill her paint job-great driving Tiff!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7ga39lxAfna-2Z_EcGdGkqdrjB1ZzNwrJmJtZZnUxffbgSm_ZNpn26jP1L48256csTAM4lRcd6ezTrzHvmWhrVsScqc147OPdOiU3ZYdWXoN72t4nZw6Blp3QG2FXzYttjTh/s1600/100_0255.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7ga39lxAfna-2Z_EcGdGkqdrjB1ZzNwrJmJtZZnUxffbgSm_ZNpn26jP1L48256csTAM4lRcd6ezTrzHvmWhrVsScqc147OPdOiU3ZYdWXoN72t4nZw6Blp3QG2FXzYttjTh/s320/100_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058304197348258" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpXPlDKcmrDXDAuM9Q1jiwxhYO5zmSJ8J9OtjZWYVHqKTsEcVmaAKaIL4O8dMBWxwspVkIGAD95jGCSsjLWdLxitEwGi1AefHaaWm816admEti1GQATRwltqQYxIK8sWA9zcz/s1600/100_0247.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpXPlDKcmrDXDAuM9Q1jiwxhYO5zmSJ8J9OtjZWYVHqKTsEcVmaAKaIL4O8dMBWxwspVkIGAD95jGCSsjLWdLxitEwGi1AefHaaWm816admEti1GQATRwltqQYxIK8sWA9zcz/s320/100_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058293218546706" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBflxPcuEkE0vjFOxladUUn3fK5Xow4gQcQptNEHrrIH-wz1hNPJJSGEQv-a80HbOAT3iSUdqIfx15tkkk2Q84qSCwdqof0ZZYwVGg-ayiRTZt1VyZDcTYnIBR6R_WGGZcsyc3/s1600/100_0174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBflxPcuEkE0vjFOxladUUn3fK5Xow4gQcQptNEHrrIH-wz1hNPJJSGEQv-a80HbOAT3iSUdqIfx15tkkk2Q84qSCwdqof0ZZYwVGg-ayiRTZt1VyZDcTYnIBR6R_WGGZcsyc3/s320/100_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058290397094626" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjep8PW_zJ-DniCY47bKPn6t0JZerSriZVD7W8YAraU1Pnh6FOgcwZRYPlL4PyZ-wkBvLAzw7hQV20bs2EajWmPpM6D30P14uv_MZ_hPayTDbQxE7pRJu2KUGxkeM8ySzeHjnht/s1600/100_0173.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjep8PW_zJ-DniCY47bKPn6t0JZerSriZVD7W8YAraU1Pnh6FOgcwZRYPlL4PyZ-wkBvLAzw7hQV20bs2EajWmPpM6D30P14uv_MZ_hPayTDbQxE7pRJu2KUGxkeM8ySzeHjnht/s320/100_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058281006656114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Amazing Grocery Stores<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't have any pictures to share, but Tiff took me to the huge Carrefour (close to double the size of Walmart). I loved all of the fresh vegetables! I've really started to enjoy cooking as a hobby, and have a hard time finding things like fennel, healthy leeks, fingerlink potatoes, fresh herbs, and great fruit. They had it all, plus things I've never heard of. Not to mention the fresh fish, and the meats... Panchetta, Chorizo, brains of cow, horse meat, and all sorts of meat you wouldn't even think was edible. I absolutely LOVED the french yogurt, they came in these cute little ceramic pots. They easily have 3 times the fat and calories of american yogurt, but oh sooooo goood!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />6. The Mediterranean<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Everywhere we went I just couldn't believe that Jase and Tiff actually live there. Just to give you an idea; Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie own property in Southern France with their own private yacht. It is honestly picture perfect just about where ever you look.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They live minutes away from Cannes, Antibes, and Nice; which are main ports for Mediterranean cruises.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwmeuX-_nqLkjbiEgoH0C77BgUatgIyquRiqcazuoryMNfWfP4L5Iw3etBDl4QXaoWxPZ_wU8hXq8AKbewU_O8COqxTE5i4ooRrU5YFHTFQbYxZxQhmg7yj7UQUctkFmZyIiN/s1600/100_0383.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwmeuX-_nqLkjbiEgoH0C77BgUatgIyquRiqcazuoryMNfWfP4L5Iw3etBDl4QXaoWxPZ_wU8hXq8AKbewU_O8COqxTE5i4ooRrU5YFHTFQbYxZxQhmg7yj7UQUctkFmZyIiN/s320/100_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063454308263570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Look at the beautiful blue water! This is from the top of the hill in Eze looking south.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHILXAmzG-LfsbeM2P11ZkwDBzLsd-lYvm_o-IcfQXrX_5-uxvuYHBQeMIvJNkxw2b4g6cP29_kiawpwMjcHeohZwSaWTvs7Fz9_8shzGQW2y3kVMC43oZ1OuOMKoj8IOi-dL1/s1600/100_0390.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHILXAmzG-LfsbeM2P11ZkwDBzLsd-lYvm_o-IcfQXrX_5-uxvuYHBQeMIvJNkxw2b4g6cP29_kiawpwMjcHeohZwSaWTvs7Fz9_8shzGQW2y3kVMC43oZ1OuOMKoj8IOi-dL1/s320/100_0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548062873332752834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPbHlwuCg6SvOoy9i1IEmtCqk8OorzW3aThpLeh2zXAM8mSQLRofj0W8nJSSfjHlBY4ILrMpoIQQVOu9nUNNFyAXVXeq7by0Gfz6qGS2rJHyNwk82zfpQAIAb_MP4OBZtjpG2/s1600/100_0211.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPbHlwuCg6SvOoy9i1IEmtCqk8OorzW3aThpLeh2zXAM8mSQLRofj0W8nJSSfjHlBY4ILrMpoIQQVOu9nUNNFyAXVXeq7by0Gfz6qGS2rJHyNwk82zfpQAIAb_MP4OBZtjpG2/s320/100_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063458546875394" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">In Mandelieu, farely close to Tiff's house is a real neat place called Castle Beach. Too cold to get in the water, but the weather was beautiful otherwise.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErDmFIMVbDek6SJMTqHde2e2L9omlU2pUK3DaRD1pRjrRYwWeiIcxFGGKlKJsXuxMhWZo9uqOCTMJxgLiZVQqx5jOtgq3A8VUge_eneOmlei5a8ABxEcnYob5h2AKjbbJ4h3b/s1600/100_0134.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErDmFIMVbDek6SJMTqHde2e2L9omlU2pUK3DaRD1pRjrRYwWeiIcxFGGKlKJsXuxMhWZo9uqOCTMJxgLiZVQqx5jOtgq3A8VUge_eneOmlei5a8ABxEcnYob5h2AKjbbJ4h3b/s320/100_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548062862767088834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I feel so silly blogging with all of these pictures of just me, but this is one of my favorite pics from the trip. This is me looking out on the Italian Mediterranean, and seeing the sea for the first time!</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. The Shutters<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't really know why I loved the dumb shutters so much, but the sweet provincial lifestyle just made me feel as if was Belle in Beauty and the Beast everyday. I loved opening up the shutters every morning and unveiling the beautiful light of the day. What a great way to start your day. How do I get the states to adopt these functional shutters that help to control your temperature? Love them, love them.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_IE2JgZmkM50VjbHgfS4l4E_PKg8Nt2gImEYmW0bOsmDaadJcdLXp2n7EPuO_a_plT80qXFnmwpmgutkeJnHcz9q3uNuOvym4CdAFIBbfZrKdMCy6i4bbsx3x3u574sQdelO/s1600/100_0415.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_IE2JgZmkM50VjbHgfS4l4E_PKg8Nt2gImEYmW0bOsmDaadJcdLXp2n7EPuO_a_plT80qXFnmwpmgutkeJnHcz9q3uNuOvym4CdAFIBbfZrKdMCy6i4bbsx3x3u574sQdelO/s320/100_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548066620433020066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">My sweet provincial life! These are the window shutters on Jocelyn and Jenica's windows.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2RN9eR0o849s_OS063BDZBWdgDo3oSpnSaf9JhRd-r0Sk4xEkRS4d7WGNd5PRV4mg_CJ_MT_R-p3nNur7LA6fcD6Ju-fpxRu6l10M36ZFWsu5dYaOc_Qefb7nGbnfkRBCANk/s1600/100_0413.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2RN9eR0o849s_OS063BDZBWdgDo3oSpnSaf9JhRd-r0Sk4xEkRS4d7WGNd5PRV4mg_CJ_MT_R-p3nNur7LA6fcD6Ju-fpxRu6l10M36ZFWsu5dYaOc_Qefb7nGbnfkRBCANk/s320/100_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548066615176082258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Every night they board up the house as if it is "Fort Knox" as their land-lady describes. NO need for expensive heaters and air-conditioners.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. The Gardens for privacy<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm bummed that I didn't take more pictures of Tiff's garden, and yes they have a gardener. French people are very private, and rather than having those huge vinyl fences for privacy, they use large shrubs. Every other week the gardener comes and trims the hedges to make them look just right. I love the beauty that it adds to the country-makes everything once again, "picture perfect".</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno6RTehbkQtdpkixhTYJfOKutwMso1XKXwWJVAO4_bWVbbOUdnFwOxOCtz8pDhPaNVnRrldDr_RKoHtSB6-KNloAv1NB37FaV-UWNM30vkIT3k6zJ2HcPMVs2qdcZGV1sK2ja/s1600/100_0165.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno6RTehbkQtdpkixhTYJfOKutwMso1XKXwWJVAO4_bWVbbOUdnFwOxOCtz8pDhPaNVnRrldDr_RKoHtSB6-KNloAv1NB37FaV-UWNM30vkIT3k6zJ2HcPMVs2qdcZGV1sK2ja/s320/100_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548431665728324802" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2C2tEsP0OFFG3QQkkzUnKHs-gpH2hUqSwm7IKP_tMDRTLCrQouEsyQaqYjjiHkT2YhFhEB8Px0vAII0XVrnreWqiO4idE1i3l9COPX-YluOQFkLewfQutc92fBD39ia1pmVV/s1600/100_0169.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2C2tEsP0OFFG3QQkkzUnKHs-gpH2hUqSwm7IKP_tMDRTLCrQouEsyQaqYjjiHkT2YhFhEB8Px0vAII0XVrnreWqiO4idE1i3l9COPX-YluOQFkLewfQutc92fBD39ia1pmVV/s320/100_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548431660688222386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">These aren't of Tiff's house-but you get the idea</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The European Style<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I absolutely love their style. The boots, the overcoats, the scarves, hand bags etc... With Tiff's help though I have to admit that I felt as if I blended well.<br />I have to share a funny little story about the French. At the beginning of my trip Tiff took me to an Italian Market-everything is super cheap, and it was a ton of fun. Tiff noticed that I got this Dolce & Gabbana knock-off purse in New York. She asked me, "How much do you like that new purse Cherae?"<br />I said, "Well, I just bought it, so I'd like to hang on to it." Apparently when you go to these Italian markets, the French police will stop you as you hit the border. They go through your bags, and any knock-off merchandise is confiscated. I found that funny because later on in the week, we noticed some guy peeing on the side of the road. So I simply stated,<br />"So the french won't allow anything fake in their country, but darn if they're ok with public indecency!" Got to love those priorities!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKR1RMe8Jt-onRQEt-EzeCII76BWNW1yQZlqvMv2rDrR1thEyDUi1xinAhyphenhyphenp0XAXlwEh1RzmUNTXDaH_8vVR-9DZ7-xpDd7xesbaypUllxx7EvJvj8taNxVKDJJaTYzJ-9VEg/s1600/100_0236.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKR1RMe8Jt-onRQEt-EzeCII76BWNW1yQZlqvMv2rDrR1thEyDUi1xinAhyphenhyphenp0XAXlwEh1RzmUNTXDaH_8vVR-9DZ7-xpDd7xesbaypUllxx7EvJvj8taNxVKDJJaTYzJ-9VEg/s320/100_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548434820978017810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I snuck this picture of this french lady in the perfume distillery that we toured-notice how thin and the 4" high heels she's wearing...</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBgcA0W0raeax1K5Ruu-z2PfGmtWEoSe_aROUD5V-kzgmCyWiiFFyLV1NqV6DTBD3cM6KNpGKpL-kVSZW4T7Cebl9zGnU0YKQVAMUlexQOiyJHpXplf8AFz9mKFp5PKwdfqT7/s1600/100_0123.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBgcA0W0raeax1K5Ruu-z2PfGmtWEoSe_aROUD5V-kzgmCyWiiFFyLV1NqV6DTBD3cM6KNpGKpL-kVSZW4T7Cebl9zGnU0YKQVAMUlexQOiyJHpXplf8AFz9mKFp5PKwdfqT7/s320/100_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548434811507432242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">See other than the fact that I'm not stick thin-I didn't do so bad in the style department. I must admit my best pics are when I borrowed Tiff's boots and trench coat.</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >2. Eze Village</span><br />On my last day Jase thankfully talked Tiff and I into being adventurous and discover Eze Village for ourselves. Wow, I am so glad that we did. It was such a great way to end an amazing trip. It's a cute little village with a mid-evil castle at the top of the hill. When you pay three euros, you can tour the garden at the very top and see that gorgeous view of the Mediterranean from below (there's a picture of it above). We stopped and ate some crepes there; and you might want to check out Tiff's blog on that experience parisianpierces.blogspot.com. She writes about it really well. Let's just say I think she felt the need to talk to the bishop after eating those crepes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDYLEauBsI0yydcM8zOFpfPHKVqqMwB4QnNlPZnHBQvvxW2X9bFjvlOtwQG8qhMB521_NoK9emySYHMrfle4n0Eyuk0zfmUxr5Q-ZIWNVXxLihNJ5mnvIwi1u09q5tsKhakrT/s1600/100_0357.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDYLEauBsI0yydcM8zOFpfPHKVqqMwB4QnNlPZnHBQvvxW2X9bFjvlOtwQG8qhMB521_NoK9emySYHMrfle4n0Eyuk0zfmUxr5Q-ZIWNVXxLihNJ5mnvIwi1u09q5tsKhakrT/s320/100_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166743138742722" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiog7wRnWWJ4xAdbcGMCigm373SZ9U4SCFR5BvcE1TpIIcyg9YpPS7TmaCU0svsZfALIOrL8W8pplYG4wp24M5zh76NWDg77aMlMfmIZd7iI0zHXxSbQuoOTtp2FK3LuerVYdaL/s1600/100_0371.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiog7wRnWWJ4xAdbcGMCigm373SZ9U4SCFR5BvcE1TpIIcyg9YpPS7TmaCU0svsZfALIOrL8W8pplYG4wp24M5zh76NWDg77aMlMfmIZd7iI0zHXxSbQuoOTtp2FK3LuerVYdaL/s320/100_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166754660348738" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">After looking through this post, I noticed I have a lot of scenery pics and not a ton of people, her I am in the castle, this was a gorgeous garden. The castle had all these cute little shops with doors that were 5 feet high, and gardens all over.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOqEP8n_dQU7HDz9ArgsV3a09V-_fOgbgRdZ-UopF7_D-DMV5sxDbceWSrWPccZz-wO7cxgyOwM7i9UaSgPAxkmR2sd7aPUcD3cRL5uI7mhSYNnvetPXmpOecoxHTDBaDTLim/s1600/100_0403.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOqEP8n_dQU7HDz9ArgsV3a09V-_fOgbgRdZ-UopF7_D-DMV5sxDbceWSrWPccZz-wO7cxgyOwM7i9UaSgPAxkmR2sd7aPUcD3cRL5uI7mhSYNnvetPXmpOecoxHTDBaDTLim/s320/100_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166761984398802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I love this picture of Tiff tucked away in the streets.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">I just think she's so beautiful, I wish I had her skin.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3VREF34OCgHgn5Wl1Nx_rcDMIaG19zDbmPJVc_st-spmvBqB80dmb-M84ylP6n3_5Qcew0OCIhjQ-nEOF4SVfaC2-7h6dalXN0qvuwULp42SLeHd6vBnOCazRfeDAvTqtTbA/s1600/100_0404.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3VREF34OCgHgn5Wl1Nx_rcDMIaG19zDbmPJVc_st-spmvBqB80dmb-M84ylP6n3_5Qcew0OCIhjQ-nEOF4SVfaC2-7h6dalXN0qvuwULp42SLeHd6vBnOCazRfeDAvTqtTbA/s320/100_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549166772491333938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">After eating our crepes, right out the door you could look down at these amazing gardens with full size sculptures of rhino's, elephants, and giraffes-so cool.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Jase, Tiff and the Girls<br /></span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">Tiff prepared the most delicious meals everyday I was there. It started with her Chili Lime Enchiladas, and ended with this delectable capressi salad, and prosciutto pasta. Wow, it was goood. I had so much fun playing Fun fusion with Jenny and Joyce everyday. I'll miss watching The Middle with Jase at night and laughing our heads off, then quoting it for the rest of the week. I'll miss watching Maisy open each of her Kinder Eggs with such enthusiasm. I'll miss Maisy's darling little voice that I hope she never loses. I'll miss Joycelyn being so excited to be next to me every minute I was there. I'll miss sitting next to Jenny in McDonald's while scoring a toy that some spoiled kid left behind. I'll miss the constant hum of the DVD's playing in the back seat while the girls are mesmerized by the songs. But most of all, I'll miss Tiff-I love you so much Tiff. Thank you, thank you for being the best friend I could ever ask for. Thank you for loving me despite all my craziness. Thank you for sharing a week with me that I will never forget, you are a treasure, and I am so blessed to have you in my life. (Can you tell the tears are just flowing? I think that's why it's taken me two weeks to write this dumb blog).</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzOuIgaumu0lLdrdc75GhHcWPwRzEsBaHhzjdCtyNN0LLEueybuhQGWxLnks3asBeGUi5nlAHtaDIyP35nxrgpDs1th8iWWw-Ooy2G-J04HaK_RuyUozIoxbBcxEQf6QZtTXc/s1600/100_0156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzOuIgaumu0lLdrdc75GhHcWPwRzEsBaHhzjdCtyNN0LLEueybuhQGWxLnks3asBeGUi5nlAHtaDIyP35nxrgpDs1th8iWWw-Ooy2G-J04HaK_RuyUozIoxbBcxEQf6QZtTXc/s320/100_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549169127520528914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Our fabulous Thanksgiving dinner that Tiff prepared-you can tell she worked her but off to make it absolutly perfect!<br /><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCy9VvHwmG2nIKp6qMs1FzudKOOT0-QSa1qCiUdJP6TODedyczSwiBiD_MW-nLlCji_HwU9ABX5jiFnbXF9IPeTyzJ7FSiAwB0E1RP7IqwwB3ZW2Q1yZJUH4FU88emT-mAQeWG/s1600/100_0214.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCy9VvHwmG2nIKp6qMs1FzudKOOT0-QSa1qCiUdJP6TODedyczSwiBiD_MW-nLlCji_HwU9ABX5jiFnbXF9IPeTyzJ7FSiAwB0E1RP7IqwwB3ZW2Q1yZJUH4FU88emT-mAQeWG/s320/100_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549169133817434258" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size:78%;">Maisy and I at Castle Beach in Mandelieu</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hHZ-y63vnR7qdPlJu9o3MppsUaNuRjWbInQLBsL4RbF7gfe8ckakr_v26gb8M-eHBZxXLrIjf6GKS0rLOhgqtn2QkaZDboD-AjNMNtS0iqUFpJ_lv_hcme-tTYA03iFPXMT3/s1600/100_0154.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hHZ-y63vnR7qdPlJu9o3MppsUaNuRjWbInQLBsL4RbF7gfe8ckakr_v26gb8M-eHBZxXLrIjf6GKS0rLOhgqtn2QkaZDboD-AjNMNtS0iqUFpJ_lv_hcme-tTYA03iFPXMT3/s320/100_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549169123046836450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Me and the girls in their backyard-Thanksgiving was a marvelous day. Look how happy we all were-tough to be away from them</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJzZK4TnXN4Nl9T2yt4TmRuuQmlnvWhUFpHf5eZGjbiwZX8esrd_4F15F-u3Y8mUBydVU0916Mz8_75U3CAKET6bjNUbcnwnvQ2WoC77Q81yhqOaOTLvRmW_t0mlPf-t1GEPP/s1600/100_0326.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJzZK4TnXN4Nl9T2yt4TmRuuQmlnvWhUFpHf5eZGjbiwZX8esrd_4F15F-u3Y8mUBydVU0916Mz8_75U3CAKET6bjNUbcnwnvQ2WoC77Q81yhqOaOTLvRmW_t0mlPf-t1GEPP/s320/100_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549173232997953154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Tiff wanted me to have a truly authentic French dining experience. Jase took us to this amazing restaurant in Cannes, these were our appetizers-the deep fried zucchini flowers just melted in your mouth-soooo good.</span> </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uO6coF_Vy6SzZEHhFlGzn05YYK0KKP5JChNlzIYpS_3a5JXfjI-h4gItHTO_gU8Mm4M8xt5DzVGNdOXVOIUcBDOHxLoV-Kz4zrsp61gS40WCcN9dQAgKaUwCRyDdAvIJ4siH/s1600/100_0333.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uO6coF_Vy6SzZEHhFlGzn05YYK0KKP5JChNlzIYpS_3a5JXfjI-h4gItHTO_gU8Mm4M8xt5DzVGNdOXVOIUcBDOHxLoV-Kz4zrsp61gS40WCcN9dQAgKaUwCRyDdAvIJ4siH/s320/100_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549173235345761842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">At this gorgeous hotel that Jase took us for dinner on my birthday in Cannes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 Things I won't miss<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. The French Police<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Check out Tiff's blog on the story of Jase's ticket. Pretty darn funny.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />4. No Sense of Direction<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">If you know me well, you know that I can get myself around pretty well. Chris calls me his personal GPS. So you can imagine how annoyed I was that I could never figure out where I was in France. I was completely turned around all the time! </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />3. The Euro<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel so fortunate to live in the US where your dollar can go so far. I exchanged $315 dollars in the airport for 200 Euros-which I quickly burned through at the Italian Market on my second day. Everywhere you go, you need to make sure you have plenty of Euros on hand for things like tolls, to grab a grocery cart, even to go to the bathroom if necessary. The cost of living is so crazy out there, I feel for Jase and Tiff. A quick trip for a week or so is doable, but I know for a fact that if I lived in France I would be quickly in the poor house with my little teacher salary.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Feeling Deaf and Dumb</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Most of the time, I could easily get away without speaking any French, most people speak English and are extremely friendly. But Tiff took me to her ward, and very few people speak English. I felt so stupid and basically deaf and dumb. All I could do was just stand there and look as if I could understand a word they were saying. I was just Tiff's lame friend who traveled all the way to France without knowing a lick of French.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">However, I did leave the country motivated to learn the language-which is GORGEOUS! It just seems near impossible to learn.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Cafe' Creme</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you know me, you know I love my latte's. I was so excited to experience a real European latte or mocha, I just figured that's where they came from. Well Starbucks definitely doesn't exist in France, you're lucky to get a little steamed milk. It's a tiny little cup of espresso, with a sleeve of sugar on the side, and maybe some cream. So my Young and the Restless that I love sooo much, with it's white mocha, and hazelnut espresso is definitely a product of America-plenty of sugar, fat, and way YUMMY!</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">I must say thanks again to Tiff and Jase for your patience with me as we searched for the perfect American latte in France.<br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-42455668120557305472010-10-03T13:05:00.000-07:002010-10-03T13:27:44.831-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The Simple Pleasures<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know what it is about Conference weekend that fills my soul with thoughts of gratitude and joy. As you all are aware, I love this weekend. I love listening to the words of our prophets, who are continually inspired for my family's benefit daily. How blessed we are to live in a time with the words of a living prophet. I loved President Monson's talk on gratitude. How true that when you focus on the larger picture, such as your health, your family, </span>your education, a roof over your head, your friends, rather than keeping up with the Jones's and the things you don't have that somebody else does, your life is filled with happiness and it is easy to overcome the little hiccups in life. <br />Between sessions my 1st grader sat next to me reading "Green Eggs and Ham". He reads with such enthusiasm and knows exactly when to raise his voice with an exclamation point, and it is such a treasure to listen to. It is those little things in life that I am truly grateful for at this time. I love having a son who is just a bit younger than my two older boys. I have learned with Clayton to stop time, focus, and relish in the little things he does as he grows up. I only wish I would have done that with Connor and Carson. It is unfortunate, that rather than relishing their milestones, I could only wish for the next mile stone to come even faster. Carson asked me the other day, what his first word was-I don't know, and was too foolish to even write it down. So please young mothers-remember that they will not be babies for long, and you can't wind back time-take time to focus on the little things, relish their milestones, and most importantly-WRITE IT DOWN!<br />I wouldn't consider myself an overly religious person by any means, but I do love this weekend. I love that our leaders help us to remember to focus on what is most important in this life, to be gracious in all that we do, and remember that the Lord is always with us, all we need to do is invite him in. I kind of feel silly writing about all this in my heart today, but my favorite post that I find myself reading more than any other of my posts was last conference weekend. I've decided that when my heart is full, I'll write it down-more for me than for anybody else. Thanks for listening...<br /></div></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-7714381401309248742010-09-09T14:04:00.000-07:002010-09-09T14:11:18.302-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aquezZLHO4ZT-oq6g5B13cveOzZrZqZz944SZVDzzWbPLXcYYYDitvN0UV6BEP4mhnekRIfD9FMoLUlcc8_x9BQDCTclediqq-GBEu166Cuk6IKDEtJnO3cQ2VJAibRu7hfE/s1600/DSCF0183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aquezZLHO4ZT-oq6g5B13cveOzZrZqZz944SZVDzzWbPLXcYYYDitvN0UV6BEP4mhnekRIfD9FMoLUlcc8_x9BQDCTclediqq-GBEu166Cuk6IKDEtJnO3cQ2VJAibRu7hfE/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515022784200468194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Labor Day Weekend<br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPC-bK6cTQvPNs6Gfk4me1MKqqbkyZ-6bPaw2ExM-bC-vsPf00vpu5pmcZPnoe6eA7dv6g4nflwEJ5bnyph1nSUxS1dnCxbZalqtltAmchi7cBzwl-AeEThmHmpm4Idcs0SwY/s1600/DSCF0177.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPC-bK6cTQvPNs6Gfk4me1MKqqbkyZ-6bPaw2ExM-bC-vsPf00vpu5pmcZPnoe6eA7dv6g4nflwEJ5bnyph1nSUxS1dnCxbZalqtltAmchi7cBzwl-AeEThmHmpm4Idcs0SwY/s320/DSCF0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515022768907140290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe0SDflIj8v1_ivUSk5yVH0YhpqzXG0IgaUMwgb33X45srpUHFVJZBHx43Vn83uVah8cWWH2kRmDibKkmAHLOO7_YaJaiVyanZysX0fhGmA41tAQSiEXtjv9fKT_sTaBJC7zU/s1600/DSCF0181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe0SDflIj8v1_ivUSk5yVH0YhpqzXG0IgaUMwgb33X45srpUHFVJZBHx43Vn83uVah8cWWH2kRmDibKkmAHLOO7_YaJaiVyanZysX0fhGmA41tAQSiEXtjv9fKT_sTaBJC7zU/s320/DSCF0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515022767149558850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tbjBw9X_vE7y67xeODGQMN1xzkiIVex8QFigkem_SZ98_ddODa382SSwGwa2mIh0Jpi5vqcQuc4NQv8OCfcVh22nT-ZNRtez4GJRL7IgfASGGhixkrU1O0c_UXjMvYEw5MpH/s1600/DSCF0173.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tbjBw9X_vE7y67xeODGQMN1xzkiIVex8QFigkem_SZ98_ddODa382SSwGwa2mIh0Jpi5vqcQuc4NQv8OCfcVh22nT-ZNRtez4GJRL7IgfASGGhixkrU1O0c_UXjMvYEw5MpH/s320/DSCF0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515022757679082002" border="0" /></a><br />I chickened out of the hike we were supposed to go on which was to the top of Timp. I figured that I'm already exhausted enough after school these days, and don't need to add to it with an all nighter of a hike. Although I do love that hike when you start at 2 am and reach the summit just in time for sunrise. Absolutely breathtaking and worth the exhaustion if you haven't done it already. So we ended up hiking up to Timp Cave and being the cheap parents that we are, didn't even take the tour. Got some beautiful fun pics though and it is so great showing Chelsea (Chris's cousin) this great state of ours. She's living with us until November during her student teaching. I wish she lived with us permanently-she is the best helper ever!!! It's like living with a nanny.<br /><br />Clayton was cute, on the way up he kept complaining about how he hates climbing up and can't wait to start going down. Then he complained all the way down as well. One of my favorite comments he made while looking down the steep mountain, "Mommy, if this were covered with snow, it would definitely be a black diamond." Love to hear he's getting psyched for our next ski season!!!cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-47720201501419238952010-09-08T09:51:00.000-07:002010-09-08T14:13:39.146-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Whom3lny2Yh34LHnJsWqQBqyizJDBI6F9cAT6sVFiVlPvVxgr934sSaCjPwYCATaVbYdIs-B9WthH9p_AW5hhpaA2iq0UZ6TfYFnStkTQLxKBf2tEwCGMrcS8rRWcO9kKeTk/s1600/P1030047.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Whom3lny2Yh34LHnJsWqQBqyizJDBI6F9cAT6sVFiVlPvVxgr934sSaCjPwYCATaVbYdIs-B9WthH9p_AW5hhpaA2iq0UZ6TfYFnStkTQLxKBf2tEwCGMrcS8rRWcO9kKeTk/s320/P1030047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514586624512831666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >June, July, August-3 reasons to be a teacher</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I realize how horrible I am at taking pictures, because we had such a fun summer this year, and I have no pictures to show for it.<br /><br />Most of June we just chilled out at home. Chris's mother and step-father came for a fabulous visit-but once again, no pics of that. It was great having Dave here for a change, he loves the outdoors. I took him on a quick (I mean that literally-we were up and back in 27 minutes) hike up to Battle Creek Falls, and then spent a lovely evening roasting marshmallows and hot dogs up American Fork Canyon. Wendy was able to stay for </span>a few extra days longer than Dave, and my kids really love having her around. She's just so dang cute with the boys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsWNYCzbEchBoKExESYjkGN6vd3ezqyvSEPW7PJ3kjJ-QUbBRODW7iaUaGgQ32gkX4a3MNMTBWnQNNWk96ur-mraNUNy5grK2jIBpI5p_KHg4T1RtEttinRfOld_rwZoX8JGR/s1600/P1020987.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsWNYCzbEchBoKExESYjkGN6vd3ezqyvSEPW7PJ3kjJ-QUbBRODW7iaUaGgQ32gkX4a3MNMTBWnQNNWk96ur-mraNUNy5grK2jIBpI5p_KHg4T1RtEttinRfOld_rwZoX8JGR/s320/P1020987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514588304147056690" border="0" /></a>At the end of June Chris and I took a short trip to Cancun, well actually Playa Del Carmen- just a bit south of Cancun. Last March when I was feeling a bit bummed about my life teaching 7th graders, my husband kindly asked if I needed something to look forward to; so he booked an all-inclusive resort in Cancun for 5 days. The resort was great and HUGE, but all the reviews raved about how great the food was. Let me just say, that I think I came back a few pounds lighter at the end of my trip. Which considering I had the option to eat 24/7, gives you a small idea about the quality of food. I think the owners of the Sunset Princess Resort are too focused on making their resort feel American, and forgot to stick to what they are best at. From the lovely picture above, you can see what the humidity does for my hair and make-up. How sad, that picture is one of my best from the trip. (Oh the joys of being in your late thirties-all the days in the sun you spent as a child come back to haunt you, and everything you put in your mouth adds 10 pounds to your thighs).<br /><br />The first day of our short 5 day trip was spent indoors listening to a damn (pardon my french-but hey if you are reading this, you must know how well and how often I speak that language) timeshare presentation. But it turned out ok because we arrived in the middle of a tropical storm, so we couldn't really go outside much anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWBBrRJ3GP7HdjpqjdeOzg1_mHkYP0hitv0h3GPrxEBukNeTHSIyc-JDb0AJUpKcPv3kGJTw9RJVnFJcPRSb9tXKFeyk_VAv0J4tHqVe9v__OlH8xevACG-BNPB04fDcDT_Ke/s1600/P1030070.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWBBrRJ3GP7HdjpqjdeOzg1_mHkYP0hitv0h3GPrxEBukNeTHSIyc-JDb0AJUpKcPv3kGJTw9RJVnFJcPRSb9tXKFeyk_VAv0J4tHqVe9v__OlH8xevACG-BNPB04fDcDT_Ke/s320/P1030070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514644806588926562" border="0" /></a>Along the HUGE and mile long path back to our room were all these great statues that I think were supposed to be Mayan but we couldn't figure it out-so like typical ignorant Americans, we decided to make fun of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuquNAsX2jBKYpGkRa6X7HMWUMb6IppoSqOtmp5t7SJq0SoadZ-5M40kfWpdsyHMO_R5EHojj2LENWlf_5nj-l-OTPLJjKdYRK5UYbYZ50iIicv-dau8TYFj2n2Y8KBQGsQ3NO/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuquNAsX2jBKYpGkRa6X7HMWUMb6IppoSqOtmp5t7SJq0SoadZ-5M40kfWpdsyHMO_R5EHojj2LENWlf_5nj-l-OTPLJjKdYRK5UYbYZ50iIicv-dau8TYFj2n2Y8KBQGsQ3NO/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514644794591569506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4nR2MyIPSJAmGGG2ymnKRLJVnKKOn9BZy_v_MydVNwowZ1KAStpd7-yHoibOhhhmt8SNq0_x-Wfyvpo1z1ObGSKZSbQHROcVEp4mnGm2-IazwC2WM8lGfaOEs9OtK0kMoJgV/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4nR2MyIPSJAmGGG2ymnKRLJVnKKOn9BZy_v_MydVNwowZ1KAStpd7-yHoibOhhhmt8SNq0_x-Wfyvpo1z1ObGSKZSbQHROcVEp4mnGm2-IazwC2WM8lGfaOEs9OtK0kMoJgV/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514644790074376226" border="0" /></a>Since we listened to the three hour long presentation, we received 4 different excursions. Here's us swimming with the Dolphins. Of course, you can't walk out of there without spending at least $100 on the lame photos they take of you with the dolphins. I mean seriously, couldn't they have taken at least one picture with both of us together? Who wants a CD full of photos with you alone with a dolphin? Apparently I do, because I bought the dumb things.<br /><br />After Cancun, we were home for about two days and then took a trip down to Long Beach for Connor's national futsol tournament. Once again, no pictures. We love being with his team members and their families. They are our second family. They all played so well, but when it came to the semi-final game they played this Mexican alliance team who has won the tournament for the past several years. These kids were so mean to our team, I guess it's time we start playing rough because they would purposely foul us 5 times each half knowing that they had to use as a buffer. They were mean fouls, and their parents were awfully rude as well. I thought Cameron Pennock's mother was going to get in a brawl with one of their parents before the game started-WHEW! Needless to say we lost to the team, and didn't win the tournament. But they played hard and we really did have a great time together. Until I locked my keys in the trunk of my car at seriously the nastiest beach I've ever seen in California-but that's just a whole other story.<br /><br />We got home from Long Beach just in time to pack up and meet my brothers and sister in Wolf Creek, up Ogden Canyon. I got my camera out for that trip.<br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3H-WPK5tE3DoVtogpzVz7-1Mz5i4VZG4XWz4kKNaaHM0afVOvoUwBz4XUzEtEdcay2F00RbaFBCCOzMIUqOUq78lOlwVI3TSsNApTOHUB65eJ67AxcM4E_cY06juXBXg8n13n/s1600/Zi6_0640.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3H-WPK5tE3DoVtogpzVz7-1Mz5i4VZG4XWz4kKNaaHM0afVOvoUwBz4XUzEtEdcay2F00RbaFBCCOzMIUqOUq78lOlwVI3TSsNApTOHUB65eJ67AxcM4E_cY06juXBXg8n13n/s320/Zi6_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514649935250483090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeJWNAjS3M7l-jlw7iRqyoS9CcG4I0xdQeJnb4Z2pX748Lc8E5KIMEqOEFdP1JTCThJlU-namDSScmUX4S8SQC4YqtPbHeXSxxOJq4Jq0QgMe8UvyIdB0MozcU-WsBbnImUJi/s1600/Zi6_0631.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeJWNAjS3M7l-jlw7iRqyoS9CcG4I0xdQeJnb4Z2pX748Lc8E5KIMEqOEFdP1JTCThJlU-namDSScmUX4S8SQC4YqtPbHeXSxxOJq4Jq0QgMe8UvyIdB0MozcU-WsBbnImUJi/s320/Zi6_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514650258444769458" border="0" /></a>I love Wolf Creek, and would love to own some property up there. During the summer time it reminds me of Kauai, without the beach of course. It so green, with a small valley surrounded with mountains. It was great being with Shayne, Shaughn, and Chanin's family. We always love spending a day or two on the boat with Steve and Chanin. I think my highlight of the trip was finding this cute little boutique where I bought James Breaking Dawn. He read Eclipse and Breaking Dawn in three days.<br /><br />You'd probably think that Cancun was my highlight for the summer, but you're wrong. The first week in August my parents came home from their mission. It was soooo great getting a huge hug from my Mom and Dad again. I REALLY missed them, I know most missions go by fast. It seemed like they were gone for centuries.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KmhYtM-xQMqYH26C180khACsX23pdVj9Sx8rTgicvXvFSGPnpICDYZCJEbAm2ZQifsWiTYjwhZz_xxsmNM0tGuHRE6PwdbhZ16COnGkd-IH6LDS1G_d4AvzA_cufBsiQXi4a/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KmhYtM-xQMqYH26C180khACsX23pdVj9Sx8rTgicvXvFSGPnpICDYZCJEbAm2ZQifsWiTYjwhZz_xxsmNM0tGuHRE6PwdbhZ16COnGkd-IH6LDS1G_d4AvzA_cufBsiQXi4a/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514652612113350402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnwGdH-0-5KY1SxTtrq5bT9Z8hzfWW8DRB6Cp71Z-G6UlpiLnJTD0cn8Tq9JcmxldkIW69-qAhsj70bwjjS4bi7fqxu9HNpbBNN72VMMvv9o2KJkMg8K-Pzp2mWZXzgy3XKHG/s1600/DSC_0141.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnwGdH-0-5KY1SxTtrq5bT9Z8hzfWW8DRB6Cp71Z-G6UlpiLnJTD0cn8Tq9JcmxldkIW69-qAhsj70bwjjS4bi7fqxu9HNpbBNN72VMMvv9o2KJkMg8K-Pzp2mWZXzgy3XKHG/s320/DSC_0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514652180494921810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY__uw1GRj_F4qLoahY5zOiepvmhuzPGfmSvDcyIpEdIOh2OjWSB1pdv9Z-r9ijHLwj44Uy5i2QD-GLEDUbl56KJQZII5GHhfBsrcRGL-xZV6eEkJgML3sYaR3ojIV2TaFjPVq/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY__uw1GRj_F4qLoahY5zOiepvmhuzPGfmSvDcyIpEdIOh2OjWSB1pdv9Z-r9ijHLwj44Uy5i2QD-GLEDUbl56KJQZII5GHhfBsrcRGL-xZV6eEkJgML3sYaR3ojIV2TaFjPVq/s320/DSC_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514652169049371090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4nR2MyIPSJAmGGG2ymnKRLJVnKKOn9BZy_v_MydVNwowZ1KAStpd7-yHoibOhhhmt8SNq0_x-Wfyvpo1z1ObGSKZSbQHROcVEp4mnGm2-IazwC2WM8lGfaOEs9OtK0kMoJgV/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I had to share these two pictures of my darling nephew Danny, and my son and I at the Carrie Underwood concert for Stadium of Fire. I don't listen to country music, but didn't realize just how country I was until I took inventory of all my cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and indian jewelry I have. I might not like to listen to them, but I sure have fun dressing like 'em.</span><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYUkiODisbd7W3l0HNH34PR9ywDWBtCavhsAhulzqrTOBKp5jSw7_DsNgNjHYKkPlNnUaQs0JluAAXOuDtFFz_7s5Gjq9oiDWUJIDJqCW8oJyxtIPnr-F6prKDab-dn6pxDRu/s1600/P1030080.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYUkiODisbd7W3l0HNH34PR9ywDWBtCavhsAhulzqrTOBKp5jSw7_DsNgNjHYKkPlNnUaQs0JluAAXOuDtFFz_7s5Gjq9oiDWUJIDJqCW8oJyxtIPnr-F6prKDab-dn6pxDRu/s320/P1030080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514653806389284738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNsFsPVCBoiZCI6jObtb1T1OOCb-RF_9BJ13tjLOp-VBjgzI7ao33WXgPIzIBdsLnoN-nW7SPLi2NfFloF0zWM8e_zuOXwkop7GOGLzoTUZleWnggZV2C6xB4Sl_i_nauokc-/s1600/P1030101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNsFsPVCBoiZCI6jObtb1T1OOCb-RF_9BJ13tjLOp-VBjgzI7ao33WXgPIzIBdsLnoN-nW7SPLi2NfFloF0zWM8e_zuOXwkop7GOGLzoTUZleWnggZV2C6xB4Sl_i_nauokc-/s320/P1030101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514653621695447890" border="0" /></a>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-64032461578959334742010-04-04T12:26:00.000-07:002010-04-04T12:45:35.781-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just a few Thoughts...<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">I love the relaxing nature of Conference weekend. I must take a second to thank my husband for insisting that Easter is a day to reflect on our blessings and to slow down and enjoy the little things-like time to read and catch up on all my friends blogs. Although the weather on this Easter weekend is just not cooperating, we woke up to 2 inches of snow on the ground, life couldn't be better. I am so very blessed to be a member of a church that provides great peace in my life. I am blessed to be surrounded by friends and family who continue to inspire me to be the best person I can be. I am blessed that both my husband and myself have two very solid careers that although will never make us millionaires, provides the freedom to allow our family to make incredible memories together. I am blessed to have two wonderful parents that continuously make unselfish decisions to serve our father in heaven, and provide such solid examples for their children and grandchildren. I am blessed to belong to a ward family that has worked very hard at making all of my family feel important, necessary, and missed when we aren't there. I am blessed to have three very beautiful healthy boys who shower me with their love everyday. They brighten my day and give me such a sense of purpose every minute of my life. But most of all, I am blessed to have a husband who believes in me, relaxes me, and makes me feel everyday that I am the most important thing in his life, and that I am the center of his universe.<br /><br />There is no better feeling in the world than the peaceful feeling that the warmth of the spirit when it wraps around your soul like a warm blanket. I pray that I will allow myself to forget my "to do" list every now and then and truly let the spirit in. I love this gospel, I love the spirit, and I am so very grateful that Christ is a part of my life.<br /><br /></div></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-68856238747921945922010-03-03T10:18:00.000-08:002010-03-03T12:04:42.329-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEGDn2tW5qUDl5iXEipqT8r4S1VtbeRHWkrno0Sca9xSz9py7KlNUoSUYJv97IAIPgLKnkS1O_UxTPpA-a3D-g9NDCRhVLaA3XJK2zU28NCvs-qN0fuOs3eTYGgz7L-jhw1vk/s1600-h/Zi6_0552.JPG">2 Minutes to Get ya'all up to Speed!</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEGDn2tW5qUDl5iXEipqT8r4S1VtbeRHWkrno0Sca9xSz9py7KlNUoSUYJv97IAIPgLKnkS1O_UxTPpA-a3D-g9NDCRhVLaA3XJK2zU28NCvs-qN0fuOs3eTYGgz7L-jhw1vk/s1600-h/Zi6_0552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEGDn2tW5qUDl5iXEipqT8r4S1VtbeRHWkrno0Sca9xSz9py7KlNUoSUYJv97IAIPgLKnkS1O_UxTPpA-a3D-g9NDCRhVLaA3XJK2zU28NCvs-qN0fuOs3eTYGgz7L-jhw1vk/s320/Zi6_0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444475027852237298" border="0" /></a> If you are indeed a good friend to us, you already know that Carson's little U8 team won first place in The Vegas Cup over Civil Right's Day Weekend!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> It's a fun little story. This little team wasn't even scheduled to play, but one of the mother's figured that we should put their team together considering they were all going to be there with their older brothers anyway. After 3 days of playing on a horrible field-and quite frankly, smoking their competition-it was down to the final game on a very cold Monday! They ended up playing the Premier Vegas Club team. This team was all dressed up to the nines-easily each kid under 8 was wearing $350-$400 in apparel, backpacks with their names on it, full jerseys, and the coaches were even all dressed up in their matching gear! I'm sure the coach figured that they just had this game in the bag. Our team walks on the field with their cheap $5 t-shirts that have been washed way too many times, we looked like complete white trash! Anyway, we won with a 3-1 victory and it was absolutely FABULOUS!!! Carson was so happy, and loved telling everybody his story on the long drive home back to Vegas. I think his main key to success was the "Kel-power" that my cousin bestowed on him before the game. We loved having the Peery's there to celebrate and spend the weekend with. By the way, if you ever need a true "rock star" to go shopping with, Mekel is your gal! We had an amazing time! My students have definitely noticed a different "edge" to my style these days-Thanks Kel, love you much!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LP7mEVc3jPzOOp-z2Dbs0msQpMTOEvzfUJ37ZlmC1HXfKQ9hn5Da4Bgn984wg4njxhn9GdgrXCSsVzwvf4OucNrHxPDExcGe4ION724kZX31RKlqlKQURRuNLjqWQRqAUIhx/s1600-h/Zi6_0551.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LP7mEVc3jPzOOp-z2Dbs0msQpMTOEvzfUJ37ZlmC1HXfKQ9hn5Da4Bgn984wg4njxhn9GdgrXCSsVzwvf4OucNrHxPDExcGe4ION724kZX31RKlqlKQURRuNLjqWQRqAUIhx/s320/Zi6_0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474242369847234" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size:130%;">Soldier Hollow-February 27th</span><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtJw3PhJBT8UpcU_ey7aMdtsEB6GVDYFcrxrTCd5eAD6iGBAij7YKS4g0CmWL2TQ26Jyvb7VHnVZSk-ANyDe_3ZWPvzBU_S53UKczjOqT1Bf3zyyuSqRFTkYmX6TReV2_ULX_/s1600-h/P1020760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtJw3PhJBT8UpcU_ey7aMdtsEB6GVDYFcrxrTCd5eAD6iGBAij7YKS4g0CmWL2TQ26Jyvb7VHnVZSk-ANyDe_3ZWPvzBU_S53UKczjOqT1Bf3zyyuSqRFTkYmX6TReV2_ULX_/s320/P1020760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444475011172030770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziTgSNcD7nBqoAd4sjMiUPMY8cdLtzVyH4VwPq1fwrrN5I0xqiazbPRd7BgEi_8_WTeK1Jt3peQN75ABp8sfdERakTs_1oj9IvBy5lRMsu5B4CIMKuHffGWYy1ZfLxXc8BSPD/s1600-h/P1020753.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziTgSNcD7nBqoAd4sjMiUPMY8cdLtzVyH4VwPq1fwrrN5I0xqiazbPRd7BgEi_8_WTeK1Jt3peQN75ABp8sfdERakTs_1oj9IvBy5lRMsu5B4CIMKuHffGWYy1ZfLxXc8BSPD/s320/P1020753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444475004916815106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pSHxNHI5wQPnhIOox28odAmtSXM9HxCHxG09l-PWnGuHQCdZLT44dPmJbJhiuCOpi4hEHxjhgO5Mzx66uJAXm_Mbj2t18bomxdT1VRUngGYeS2XG5KFMObRWHTa8pMzTJaEJ/s1600-h/P1020744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pSHxNHI5wQPnhIOox28odAmtSXM9HxCHxG09l-PWnGuHQCdZLT44dPmJbJhiuCOpi4hEHxjhgO5Mzx66uJAXm_Mbj2t18bomxdT1VRUngGYeS2XG5KFMObRWHTa8pMzTJaEJ/s320/P1020744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474995146540786" border="0" /></a>We are all now experiencing the true "winter blues"- the way I fight it is to have fun in the snow! We love Soldier Hollow-definitely pricey-but well worth the experience. We were a bit bummed after spending $100 on the day because it was the warmest day of the year so far. On our first run, we had to push our way down to the bottom. But we learned from our experience, moved on over to the last run, and flew all the way down to the bottom. I am currently the reigning queen with the fastest trips down to the bottom. We always have to finish up with a cup of hot chocolate and fresh donuts, the kids loved it! Clayton keeps asking when are we going again?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />A few pictures of Grandpa Ecalono</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97DgZKHDVOhyMetzciOTr2css5_Q-W7RX_f2V2J0IWJgk6qIYWjcUUBmBc-KVQ1sUk_Jc7mI6DdZCAeq4FrCaf4iu9jWL95HLtXw2kzqSDv5OYS77P61RIpHxyONTyNONEEjq/s1600-h/Robby+Bud+JPEG.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97DgZKHDVOhyMetzciOTr2css5_Q-W7RX_f2V2J0IWJgk6qIYWjcUUBmBc-KVQ1sUk_Jc7mI6DdZCAeq4FrCaf4iu9jWL95HLtXw2kzqSDv5OYS77P61RIpHxyONTyNONEEjq/s320/Robby+Bud+JPEG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474229380700962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSLHj7h91vX6MBt5D1FaCtCUej8MWAPEPx-HxSAjjEHfAf1PtuIP0o0kvfFmJP2s3_w7SoOdLWNupOlFHbIjKYYN58kY95temGZvaU9uM_EfbVakrZ7XvLphG9E8IZud64D98/s1600-h/ROBBY+Bud+1+JPEG.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSLHj7h91vX6MBt5D1FaCtCUej8MWAPEPx-HxSAjjEHfAf1PtuIP0o0kvfFmJP2s3_w7SoOdLWNupOlFHbIjKYYN58kY95temGZvaU9uM_EfbVakrZ7XvLphG9E8IZud64D98/s320/ROBBY+Bud+1+JPEG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474226753686194" border="0" /></a>I had to include these priceless and oh-so-rare photos of Chris's father, Charles "Bud" Ecalono. He past away when Chris was 9 and unfortunately we'll have to wait until our next life to truly meet him. But we have definitely felt his presence when needed, we love him and can't wait to get to know him. Can you see where Chris gets all of his italian good looks from? Actually, it's scary how much he looks like Uncle Chad.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />My First Hunting Trip</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9lREBrNX_Y8F3W3h7x6v1f8bYMOJTdHYU3ChSHGNfCgIfqbi2zh0ITrb6UYvhHRDqaXeWCeLW99IDGvzIW7nQeur-HWU5HIc7ek4XYEk8CaS9NXCkrMcjgQ60RqOtDPNPO9m/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9lREBrNX_Y8F3W3h7x6v1f8bYMOJTdHYU3ChSHGNfCgIfqbi2zh0ITrb6UYvhHRDqaXeWCeLW99IDGvzIW7nQeur-HWU5HIc7ek4XYEk8CaS9NXCkrMcjgQ60RqOtDPNPO9m/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474221613175794" border="0" /></a>If you can call it hunting. Basically, I shot my rifle 4 times at nothing in particular-just to say that I did. Chris and I both quickly realized that we feel really bad killing live animals. It was quite sad, basically it was skeet shooting with live birds. We paid to release 5 birds-knowing that I'd be lucky to hit one, hoping that the other four birds would fly away forever. Well, you can probably guess with that many guns, if we couldn't shoot them, somebody else would. So at the end we had 15 sorry dead birds, we bought five, so I was to take 5 different pheasants home and cook. You mean, I have to actually clean the feathers? I wasn't born in the pioneer era for a reason! A hunter I definitely ain't!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Connor's Recital-February 1st</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRhDw97U2-KdTWop5TJgHI_6Cx3WJENssXxZuQgCZ4NxNjGW9J3czXGM3gRfnWHEetDFenJ2ipfcqkyutVpcI-zD0T405SEXe9U74ijE6tq7ajl0x4KSGMB3kdyqfu80vBelq/s1600-h/105_0646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRhDw97U2-KdTWop5TJgHI_6Cx3WJENssXxZuQgCZ4NxNjGW9J3czXGM3gRfnWHEetDFenJ2ipfcqkyutVpcI-zD0T405SEXe9U74ijE6tq7ajl0x4KSGMB3kdyqfu80vBelq/s320/105_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444474211698200690" border="0" /></a>Connor is working so hard this year learning two different instruments. He plays the piano and clarinet. Thanks to Lea, who is an amazing instructor, he is learning so fast!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Connor's 10th Birthday</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBTDmBp6vxOCAg2ynA_tYfjquiAWabRPr8cbY1RtrBtP8wpbygJQ1_VWHc7jmj5naZ-RdJzRdOudYRDyw2dwc7ZhpsMOEm74t25A6EkKZmrJqx6Px32yl6Ksv4OOCbUItwZwp/s1600-h/105_0599.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBTDmBp6vxOCAg2ynA_tYfjquiAWabRPr8cbY1RtrBtP8wpbygJQ1_VWHc7jmj5naZ-RdJzRdOudYRDyw2dwc7ZhpsMOEm74t25A6EkKZmrJqx6Px32yl6Ksv4OOCbUItwZwp/s320/105_0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473965465790050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwDPKeEIEajpnBw17lHrvxVbC4Z8skO0baOyssbxdPxt9adpBypyYNgsPtBhrU8Mj5W4wP09tUpkB8cyHNTNggotWRXfJzFv97lMqjtu0N9bHMiBq-5k-JCY0VZYNf3aChiPH/s1600-h/105_0590.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwDPKeEIEajpnBw17lHrvxVbC4Z8skO0baOyssbxdPxt9adpBypyYNgsPtBhrU8Mj5W4wP09tUpkB8cyHNTNggotWRXfJzFv97lMqjtu0N9bHMiBq-5k-JCY0VZYNf3aChiPH/s320/105_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473950341344514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvDsQQuG2I0n5tIdU5S-3TwYCrLaKwQ1iwlcm68QIyhnmS1MDgjKRE6nbZlcIk5w9-6zqOuphqUcJ3VZ-9RvtfIKgUBjVDz7Edr6aCkiCpPqcxq3q06skqMOWEx4W02p8THjG/s1600-h/105_0581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvDsQQuG2I0n5tIdU5S-3TwYCrLaKwQ1iwlcm68QIyhnmS1MDgjKRE6nbZlcIk5w9-6zqOuphqUcJ3VZ-9RvtfIKgUBjVDz7Edr6aCkiCpPqcxq3q06skqMOWEx4W02p8THjG/s320/105_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473938272245506" border="0" /></a>Connor scored this year and had his party at the new Pirate Island in Orem. He invited 10 close friends from school and from his soccer team. They loved it, we reserved the Smuggler's Cove, which was cozy and very private. Just a little tight for over 17 people. It's sad to think that Connor is so old. He's in 5th grade writing research papers! Crazy!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Learning to Ski/Snowboard as a Family<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMejPkcc7xQ93ufPAHulhYhTa9kWZz1F5NiRW8PwhVf7LJWa8icxdRMuDkZaLRkHbmGbyh-O6ciPSGtRY3Ju3eUnpca0RmTulJyF0qdiew30TbBtDQAftF5YzFDZJH5FRH60yP/s1600-h/105_0523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMejPkcc7xQ93ufPAHulhYhTa9kWZz1F5NiRW8PwhVf7LJWa8icxdRMuDkZaLRkHbmGbyh-O6ciPSGtRY3Ju3eUnpca0RmTulJyF0qdiew30TbBtDQAftF5YzFDZJH5FRH60yP/s320/105_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473930868173618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBcRI8cGi3MQNHvWJ0nHEI1TlAKwtv8ETJTQ-xM9REkasD7lkmFj17u65Xej_zgyOWNeN12M3Sxt5Zg9gFCkLyKSt_K3x5sKGGiVAvhMTCzbMS5QmGobqRz0l0fiL1T7gNxL8/s1600-h/105_0521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBcRI8cGi3MQNHvWJ0nHEI1TlAKwtv8ETJTQ-xM9REkasD7lkmFj17u65Xej_zgyOWNeN12M3Sxt5Zg9gFCkLyKSt_K3x5sKGGiVAvhMTCzbMS5QmGobqRz0l0fiL1T7gNxL8/s320/105_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473912186099042" border="0" /></a>Last year, I posted how much I love skiing, well due to all of Chris's extra coaching we were able to buy ski-passes for our entire family this year. We are loving it, just about every weekend we spend the afternoon together on the slopes. Connor and Carson are learning to snowboard-doing absolutely fabulous I might add-and Clayton is learning to ski. He flies down the mountain and anybody who gets in his way beware because he isn't slowing down for anything. It's delightful and it's nice to experience the positive side of winter for a change.<br /><br />Well, that about does it, hopefully you are all up to date on our family. Until the next time, I have an extra hour or so, to update the blog...cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-60912531043115192962009-11-11T09:24:00.000-08:002009-11-11T09:59:40.618-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIPUVjfIosOWODYvDoviPQobZTz3nPhByhmOQPSvfQ3m368onLTULlf2ZIuz3ZJZSkG2qKBmhOzP0isij0ECwUoEKo-mqpJ-H1eMzfVk3WMC8LRyIgxPlEXo8roBD9DeVHKog/s1600-h/Zi6_0505.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;">Why I love Utah</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's my long story: Chris and I moved to Maryland for a couple of years, back in 1999. Maryland is gorgeous, huge tall trees everywhere, and during the fall, dang man, the trees were absolutely incredible. However, being a desert girl who loves the wide open spaces, and the never-ending blue skies, I felt a bit claustrophobic. While on the long road back home to Utah in 2001, when we came up to the Rockies on I-70, I lost it. I never realized how much I need and am completely and utterly attached to the safety of my mountains. I love the security that being surrounded by huge towering mountains on all sides of the valley provides.<br /><br />So I started a tradition this last spring, every Sunday morning-as long as weather permits, I either roller-blade up the canyon, or find a new place to hike and discover. Well, Carson is going through a really difficult time right now. He's extremely angry at the smallest things, and can't quite figure out all of his emotions that are going on inside him. We tried to get to the heart of the problem, and he just broke down. He really misses Grandma and Grandpa, specifically Grandma's laugh. I think the fact that they couldn't attend his baptism hit him quite hard. Since the older Carson becomes, the more I realize he is so much like me, I felt like he was due for some one-on-one therapy time. We took this wonderful hike just honestly minutes above my house to Battle Creek Falls. My neighbor's been trying to get me up there for months, but it didn't seem to ever have water when I tried. We were absolutely amazed, around every corner there was so much to discover-absolutely and completely gorgeous! I think the therapy worked (for at least a day-because Carson was so happy all Sunday).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I think the most ironic thing about the whole hike, is that we just went to Steamboat Springs Colorado, and they bragged about this gorgeous hike up to these falls. They were beautiful alright, but these falls at Battle Creek were just as beautiful and literally took just 60 minutes to drive there, make the hike, and return back home.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIPUVjfIosOWODYvDoviPQobZTz3nPhByhmOQPSvfQ3m368onLTULlf2ZIuz3ZJZSkG2qKBmhOzP0isij0ECwUoEKo-mqpJ-H1eMzfVk3WMC8LRyIgxPlEXo8roBD9DeVHKog/s1600-h/Zi6_0505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIPUVjfIosOWODYvDoviPQobZTz3nPhByhmOQPSvfQ3m368onLTULlf2ZIuz3ZJZSkG2qKBmhOzP0isij0ECwUoEKo-mqpJ-H1eMzfVk3WMC8LRyIgxPlEXo8roBD9DeVHKog/s320/Zi6_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901456746895698" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGXFRNcSGmSrzBfmQImH_PVbrMfRMTTgzmE6sG3auORUPvMMHOqv5grUsh9PmyJea9jd2J_YHbR4bHO58R4rbKCqglOQJHOwix9gwwIvLP5p_aFsTgerwZh4uLuRHCCdwil9V/s1600-h/Zi6_0503.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGXFRNcSGmSrzBfmQImH_PVbrMfRMTTgzmE6sG3auORUPvMMHOqv5grUsh9PmyJea9jd2J_YHbR4bHO58R4rbKCqglOQJHOwix9gwwIvLP5p_aFsTgerwZh4uLuRHCCdwil9V/s320/Zi6_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901448486609938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvk5eJWdqTmwajpqiAlBGor_mUQVQNz3HfhbQdUR6d1VAUw28kL6w9dARDTNFbhbMtZISphfk_mnZK_otjmyHHCg0zBBxvDKhT6a0Vj9Zajm9Cc5R7t9t6Trh-gsDakTcj0kN/s1600-h/Zi6_0502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvk5eJWdqTmwajpqiAlBGor_mUQVQNz3HfhbQdUR6d1VAUw28kL6w9dARDTNFbhbMtZISphfk_mnZK_otjmyHHCg0zBBxvDKhT6a0Vj9Zajm9Cc5R7t9t6Trh-gsDakTcj0kN/s320/Zi6_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901443961130530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErkBFdKtkYz_7kllEHrNvwj5IFFTsPuMS5ZKAf-80kHNW0dHSzECLak8Q8nNnxT9nUx18-Rbr-cLJN4c5hVbTrRkF6zqD233yq-Zi20FT0bnXPickPya4VSkya650fmmyrPu_/s1600-h/Zi6_0498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErkBFdKtkYz_7kllEHrNvwj5IFFTsPuMS5ZKAf-80kHNW0dHSzECLak8Q8nNnxT9nUx18-Rbr-cLJN4c5hVbTrRkF6zqD233yq-Zi20FT0bnXPickPya4VSkya650fmmyrPu_/s320/Zi6_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901436963502834" border="0" /></a>My sad attempt at some fall foliage pictures down at the base of the falls in Kiwanis Park. It's been so great discovering all the great things Pleasant Grove has to offer. I remember always making fun of people who attended PGHS and what hicks they were. I've decided they just knew how to keep a great secret. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqz10CWzyyRyWqEjo9G1rLkv7eSGCtMymW3i4kAmmP8Mf-kC4v8ZZZ6V9c8LvitVCAVaeZA_WpRtdoow-kTKQGuBEqNLty2B1YhgdKj4XR6rHK8qAG8JAhK0-oXjOVNXqIwoK/s320/105_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901050499376706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzC41e0m6vyyDFyRzSNILpb8AcwhXfwki-ju0WamD2-9JGwYTdbYv6IfZuBIBStwdNU_JNqU9D7fG0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-31162760852128063492009-11-02T13:06:00.000-08:002009-11-05T13:26:07.289-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LxHS9YIxNGvcUp8Z2067IsI4Tww6axOinHo0u9g6dkM2Qj45kaOQB3Bbvzsn5ywS0vxaxO7yEEKIDM1XxpoKjd086Xo5F9jG59ggqASZ_N8qJB4-zn7uMgWsHHcCgXYknqHm/s1600-h/16552_195163975803_619040803_4369628_1703513_n.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;">Trick-or-Treating in High Style</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We were lucky enough to be invited to Olivia's 8th birthday party on Halloween this year. It was so much fun-we went trick-or-treating in this huge limo. Carson was so impressed that it was the same limo that Hannah Montanna rode in a couple of years ago. It was a fabulous party, trick or treating was definitely second to the party inside the limo. Chris put on his Micheal Meyers and in typical Chris fashion had all of the kids eating out of his hands. He is so fabulous with kids. I loved listening to all of the trick-or-treaters around us when they saw the limo-it's really fun pretending like limos are just part of your everyday.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LxHS9YIxNGvcUp8Z2067IsI4Tww6axOinHo0u9g6dkM2Qj45kaOQB3Bbvzsn5ywS0vxaxO7yEEKIDM1XxpoKjd086Xo5F9jG59ggqASZ_N8qJB4-zn7uMgWsHHcCgXYknqHm/s1600-h/16552_195163975803_619040803_4369628_1703513_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LxHS9YIxNGvcUp8Z2067IsI4Tww6axOinHo0u9g6dkM2Qj45kaOQB3Bbvzsn5ywS0vxaxO7yEEKIDM1XxpoKjd086Xo5F9jG59ggqASZ_N8qJB4-zn7uMgWsHHcCgXYknqHm/s320/16552_195163975803_619040803_4369628_1703513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616532235356306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsnvcIw4XIaiUT0ASjemQG9eTlUS0eoHAe3efc4H1tlyiRqla_cuqv4HuqgQQ60j9Pz_ElJLjnXXlZYROlO5_hqmWVIfW5Lncga7YcU7nAPRbIzJVpx0heZ8yHR5_JXGgEq-B/s1600-h/16552_195163895803_619040803_4369616_3129712_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsnvcIw4XIaiUT0ASjemQG9eTlUS0eoHAe3efc4H1tlyiRqla_cuqv4HuqgQQ60j9Pz_ElJLjnXXlZYROlO5_hqmWVIfW5Lncga7YcU7nAPRbIzJVpx0heZ8yHR5_JXGgEq-B/s320/16552_195163895803_619040803_4369616_3129712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616444015454994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglX84mVQXmHLCFn8jeSxPOekt6fFfL1pd3wPq2oKB3sXCr8LOXsCUn_wMRuGSqp62paxhNocEKRaGFPt25TDmv8qcgi99HOhq6tyCPWTfNBFQUCV-dKbRjWTqM6QZY5Tl9UFTp/s1600-h/16552_195163590803_619040803_4369572_1002044_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglX84mVQXmHLCFn8jeSxPOekt6fFfL1pd3wPq2oKB3sXCr8LOXsCUn_wMRuGSqp62paxhNocEKRaGFPt25TDmv8qcgi99HOhq6tyCPWTfNBFQUCV-dKbRjWTqM6QZY5Tl9UFTp/s320/16552_195163590803_619040803_4369572_1002044_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616435203841074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklUDA8m2mqO3Cnkit8NhOUVDpno_iVntmqth3Xa1gFueYd06pVtWtFvwioRtjbrxTCxdsUZvGRVlopGfbr1tDwuM3jot3IEhr1d6Ky84LNY_aobIhFqnbTKssAeY32aTaePRj/s1600-h/105_0368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklUDA8m2mqO3Cnkit8NhOUVDpno_iVntmqth3Xa1gFueYd06pVtWtFvwioRtjbrxTCxdsUZvGRVlopGfbr1tDwuM3jot3IEhr1d6Ky84LNY_aobIhFqnbTKssAeY32aTaePRj/s320/105_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616435609256194" border="0" /></a>Ashley's family had the cutest costumes, she found this darling Captain Hook costume (that's her with the crocodile hat), Shane was Smee, Olivia was a pirate, Kale was Peter Pan, and Ryder was the crocodile with a clock around his neck. They are so much fun and we are incredibly lucky to be their friends. We are so excited for our new calling and that we get to work together so closely, we are all on the Activities Committee.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3j2BM1u0f-EbE4PfELc4XKJJBvXZ7dAwtwWJ2WxD4iOPnO4Z_XsSDhqgBRPWFNwAXb424SbsV1CI_qt25N6EVl9PiBYse-_i8VNHwLBOtKZFGSVduSlAHIHPqnpBr-u1EzwGk/s1600-h/105_0365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3j2BM1u0f-EbE4PfELc4XKJJBvXZ7dAwtwWJ2WxD4iOPnO4Z_XsSDhqgBRPWFNwAXb424SbsV1CI_qt25N6EVl9PiBYse-_i8VNHwLBOtKZFGSVduSlAHIHPqnpBr-u1EzwGk/s320/105_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399616430414977202" border="0" /></a>A quick little note about Carson-he really thought the vampire girl was cute.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-10823602616992028992009-11-02T12:41:00.000-08:002009-11-02T12:56:25.689-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx72rlp9UiTxf8amCZUVxm-VxQEis-q_TzUZsafNHTXkjMU0ugbU2miBr0YMAsY5xyfYt7tSViv_2VENTRiFsMM5rVWXTvI6BkN7r_4rb343F-hVpgwEcvUaXeRUzzc1eLXF7i/s1600-h/105_0344.JPG">Carson's Baptism</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This weekend we baptized Carson. We appreciate all the close family and friends who attended. It was a glorious day that Carson will remember. How cool that he was baptized on Halloween! Both sets of grandparents were definitely missed, but we felt their presence despite their absence. (In case you are seeing this for the first time-yes, I cut my hair and colored it, definitely to the dismay of my husband-but it is nice to have a change for a bit. I'll be going back to blonde and growing it out once again in no time:)<br /><br />Some quick highlights of the baptism-the water was freezing, and Carson definitely let everybody know it. When we got there, the bishopric hadn't filled the baptismal font and unless we wanted to wait for 3 hours for warm water, we were stuck with the cold. What am I saying? Like I was in the water at all.<br /><br />Hunter said the closing prayer, and Connor gave a darling spot light on Carson. He was quick and witty and did an excellent job. We tried to keep things informal but I don't think the Bishop had the same idea. I tried to talk Chris into wearing his dark underwear but he didn't take the bait.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx72rlp9UiTxf8amCZUVxm-VxQEis-q_TzUZsafNHTXkjMU0ugbU2miBr0YMAsY5xyfYt7tSViv_2VENTRiFsMM5rVWXTvI6BkN7r_4rb343F-hVpgwEcvUaXeRUzzc1eLXF7i/s1600-h/105_0344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx72rlp9UiTxf8amCZUVxm-VxQEis-q_TzUZsafNHTXkjMU0ugbU2miBr0YMAsY5xyfYt7tSViv_2VENTRiFsMM5rVWXTvI6BkN7r_4rb343F-hVpgwEcvUaXeRUzzc1eLXF7i/s320/105_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609458884861714" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzcJbfPJsXlv-0wAgHRN7FxUEYcUCjg_aFunwhJ7STVZMPTla6Esx_FiwKF3MqAJvEo9y3w337WdY_m5_X4_1FOgBC_TeL-6uyidhPhTpuzziX5tZ0t2RshXV2ma23lTLbIL2/s1600-h/105_0342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzcJbfPJsXlv-0wAgHRN7FxUEYcUCjg_aFunwhJ7STVZMPTla6Esx_FiwKF3MqAJvEo9y3w337WdY_m5_X4_1FOgBC_TeL-6uyidhPhTpuzziX5tZ0t2RshXV2ma23lTLbIL2/s320/105_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609450754104034" border="0" /></a>He was baptized with our closest neighbor's daughter-Olivia Richins. Check out facebook and you'll see some great pictures of The Richin's family and ours.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilywX1ZxqeBJjuJSpDg2lxymvFR-Q13IrPo0RNcv1IPrvtuilqt2vFQeOL-bnt9sOa3eIiBpqJakTQJRz7CVbYbunUHOM8yCoDlMtGK6yyDYXJaX3b21sWL4kzl4A4nE3-AD9f/s1600-h/105_0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilywX1ZxqeBJjuJSpDg2lxymvFR-Q13IrPo0RNcv1IPrvtuilqt2vFQeOL-bnt9sOa3eIiBpqJakTQJRz7CVbYbunUHOM8yCoDlMtGK6yyDYXJaX3b21sWL4kzl4A4nE3-AD9f/s320/105_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609440523629490" border="0" /></a>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-46727465242862563272009-11-02T12:00:00.000-08:002009-11-02T13:05:13.549-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTuR6ugdX8fTDNV5Oxko6L2EQl1j6H5WXWNe7TFOCOq3uWFvUUx26bMSIEuglfjIqRvQ409NC5yG7CYeIW8xVhvvas26KXvCTqW15HWjMKIGZLUguvxI0zPKJDA7lLkyaGNtn/s1600-h/105_0299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTuR6ugdX8fTDNV5Oxko6L2EQl1j6H5WXWNe7TFOCOq3uWFvUUx26bMSIEuglfjIqRvQ409NC5yG7CYeIW8xVhvvas26KXvCTqW15HWjMKIGZLUguvxI0zPKJDA7lLkyaGNtn/s320/105_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608087356915378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu16nQlBvOWShuOFK6ffmcGX_yECRaL3iXX2SQjzNMqc3a-aatF3LO16KI6OBT1VMasPXTdl97qNSmCFuID8nWMZ8al4d3gn_7fInP89qt9Zx3oJ4UBfIIVPZF8qRhjOuILZnK/s1600-h/105_0330.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;">A Fabulous Halloween Season</span></a><br /></div>If you know me at all you know that my favorite holiday is Halloween. I love Halloween because I'm selfish and I like the fact that I can do whatever I want to do. Decorations are optional, celebrating it in general is optional-that's what I love about it. I must admit that the season started out slower than most years for me. I started the month off with a case of the swine -flu. I was out of it for a week, but due to the fact that I have an over eager 5 year old-I was a bit forced into decorating and getting into the spirit of things. After a day and a half of decorating-I have way too much Halloween stuff-we were ready to start the festivities. Here's a quick peek into some of the festivities.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmUC0FWPxYDrNFXfkrMx50_iHR1tkiTG9TEoKQ9VlzKTY5NJ_rW4NqhUjeYDusSUR0H7dKMKarJpWwpIaPvlO3wgtJir_vxvdpyw_WrTq6is9YMWNMgMbBjhyqXrmsQA3JLRn/s1600-h/105_0350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmUC0FWPxYDrNFXfkrMx50_iHR1tkiTG9TEoKQ9VlzKTY5NJ_rW4NqhUjeYDusSUR0H7dKMKarJpWwpIaPvlO3wgtJir_vxvdpyw_WrTq6is9YMWNMgMbBjhyqXrmsQA3JLRn/s320/105_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604470495325282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQ9al-Eki9NPjca13T-32JTbhUWIFUO94FGRdtPg5eludnsr_miNnKhVon0QFbUxX8gqOfahdLlnQqgONPHdFASsNaIvPXk-s-TBHkolnqmKwzYXVWW1Ht0_LPKlJJ-XD7_4K/s1600-h/105_0349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQ9al-Eki9NPjca13T-32JTbhUWIFUO94FGRdtPg5eludnsr_miNnKhVon0QFbUxX8gqOfahdLlnQqgONPHdFASsNaIvPXk-s-TBHkolnqmKwzYXVWW1Ht0_LPKlJJ-XD7_4K/s320/105_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604464307171234" border="0" /></a>I call our family costume theme this year the Walmart Family. If the costume wasn't at Walmart than we weren't it. I was a gothic fairy, Connor was an evil guitar player, Carson was Snake Eyes from GI Joe, Clayton was Optimus Prime, and Chris was Micheal Meyer from Halloween-he had the boys pick it out for him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo7J5JNGUnLXIxY4LIWoAHFcqkmMRCdjMb-aeyr90QhophdE8PMogyuo_6GYS0riIdInFnAB1yLqvwd7jBVAlwWqM7JG5hJLGK5LG4XjkYV0fpn5RnhcuEW5yDf-N2qWAYrz_/s1600-h/105_0347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo7J5JNGUnLXIxY4LIWoAHFcqkmMRCdjMb-aeyr90QhophdE8PMogyuo_6GYS0riIdInFnAB1yLqvwd7jBVAlwWqM7JG5hJLGK5LG4XjkYV0fpn5RnhcuEW5yDf-N2qWAYrz_/s320/105_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604454728940658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipayiTI8G-ZzBmpUHtVRWQNMXmjohgUVpMzSChTrhWl_GjjuQaKkHiDek7T7Aid3BTUp_0pzmuysWPRbp3d4kYmjOlqCzcFqLQsbUjvAYUTpbxXoomAUfGjlE2ai9GD-CryXtb/s1600-h/9932_174201788112_738588112_2844761_2066051_s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipayiTI8G-ZzBmpUHtVRWQNMXmjohgUVpMzSChTrhWl_GjjuQaKkHiDek7T7Aid3BTUp_0pzmuysWPRbp3d4kYmjOlqCzcFqLQsbUjvAYUTpbxXoomAUfGjlE2ai9GD-CryXtb/s320/9932_174201788112_738588112_2844761_2066051_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615239355763762" border="0" /></a>You can attribute it to our great parenting skills. We took the kids to what is now the Scariest Haunted House in the country-Nightmare on 13th street. It was great, over an hour and a half long! Can you believe that? This is a picture of Clayton after he "Made It" and "Survived the Terror". He hid behind his Optimus Prime mask during most of it. Before we began I told him that I would be with him through the whole thing and I wouldn't let anything happen to him. He said, "I'm going to stay with Daddy, he's the toughest!" Chris loved the feeling of having his son have complete faith and trust in him-that as long as he was with Clayton nothing would happen to him. Needless to say Clayton slept with us that night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35mGjXlp1P-aQz8nE2VTlOfg_ypY8lTD5DyAx_OMchXxXgEbSeqSxPIPwokSJe3RLYMMZw0b0gwiKEt4EZrPJqNTXcu-UcriW-0RuTNyEkYtCl2zUgYUKrakUN3tk9X6CJMrq/s1600-h/105_0330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35mGjXlp1P-aQz8nE2VTlOfg_ypY8lTD5DyAx_OMchXxXgEbSeqSxPIPwokSJe3RLYMMZw0b0gwiKEt4EZrPJqNTXcu-UcriW-0RuTNyEkYtCl2zUgYUKrakUN3tk9X6CJMrq/s320/105_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604445579823074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzJECI2y_Og_yotlmE27XV3KFLEFoEW9wJvzU-4A5RgEjnKthy444C4fZXaOctQpI_3MLtk5PAPdLH8WY5crfRALE6U1ta1rUxQYoeIWFPNOl0XW0cy3Cgcl4GbSVs98f51u8/s1600-h/105_0323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzJECI2y_Og_yotlmE27XV3KFLEFoEW9wJvzU-4A5RgEjnKthy444C4fZXaOctQpI_3MLtk5PAPdLH8WY5crfRALE6U1ta1rUxQYoeIWFPNOl0XW0cy3Cgcl4GbSVs98f51u8/s320/105_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604002074260706" border="0" /></a>Of course we had to hit our favorite Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving Point. It's a great way to get you in the spirit of Halloween. Thanks to Shayne and his all seeing eye for great coupons, we were able to take the kids to CLAS Ropes for their Halloween Boat Tour for $12.50! Citydeals.com is a great place to find spectacular deals in the area.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAgFLtTo0Itt9WUGEVjGX1NexOiSzwXIhV-CyFIeAonNSrM1mUmVC9NrVRkxIrYt6DjU4fu-pYqralfLuEKNM4TxMLrXGFclMhgrkecVBqgQEY25g7-PF9fx2wwyMsTveTiRU/s1600-h/105_0288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAgFLtTo0Itt9WUGEVjGX1NexOiSzwXIhV-CyFIeAonNSrM1mUmVC9NrVRkxIrYt6DjU4fu-pYqralfLuEKNM4TxMLrXGFclMhgrkecVBqgQEY25g7-PF9fx2wwyMsTveTiRU/s320/105_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603999358770930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ha4Zdz90QHSzDRK5KkO5CkoavwuUwhxaMwgzWPfX8Q69I5MOe2PUwk-SDVbvxAV8qnKrII3DGA-d6g0CUlxA8OEcCFgL1da8Pi2LgZXb0PD7zAHTdQNgGd_Uety4heozjw0g/s1600-h/105_0277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I've tried to download the pics onto every computer I have (which is a lot considering I have 19 student laptops and my own, not to mention Chris's) I can see the pictures but I can't download them. So here's a quick run down of the Ecalono events from Brother's Day to Halloween.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGViSpEliujLmuhuWi1I5KrxeVH2v44p8tSs0oWcLYy_V1jRH1tc8RrFuC_hOMGy7LH3vx9gpGBxbpy3WZOrhi-ats8dFvx-rPDva-FqFUkhrlNRJLbp087CU89LCKIS79-Z5/s320/Zi6_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591838705147058" border="0" /></a>Carson and Connor were both on the Pleasant Grove Swim Team this summer. This is their last meet. We saw some serious progress in their swimming-not to mention they both got ripped-this summer. Carson won 1st place in a couple of races and Connor won third place. I can't remember which events they were.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35Y6WtCUL935ihttrzDbXkt5NCBDtJSDLlNXsE6EM833aZbACagenf7WA1velz8SyHT7Dq5g70tvvS2QCp-LBZdB3zAguQp_skGwdvoP3uyVPh_ikpwaGC7WdsJd9rCjie5RS/s1600-h/Zi6_0471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35Y6WtCUL935ihttrzDbXkt5NCBDtJSDLlNXsE6EM833aZbACagenf7WA1velz8SyHT7Dq5g70tvvS2QCp-LBZdB3zAguQp_skGwdvoP3uyVPh_ikpwaGC7WdsJd9rCjie5RS/s320/Zi6_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591833474024802" border="0" /></a>Chris took Connor to Maryland with him for a week. (Unfortunately the Maryland pics were on the memory card.) I took Carson, and Clayton to visit my Grandma Hunter. It was honestly, one of the best weeks of my life. She is an amazing women, who makes me look like I have absolutely no energy in comparison. It's crazy the amount of work she can complete in one day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFhEYKAghaQHsZKMNGaHC6QhdGLCzRFl1x1Preg9noOP4cCp0_UnNr5unovoKHULTUAmj958yJef4EWhG27b_u6g_d1RZ-Mff6woOJPktCSIXlaOOiU8HXscRkhO_2gVff1MF/s1600-h/Zi6_0393.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFhEYKAghaQHsZKMNGaHC6QhdGLCzRFl1x1Preg9noOP4cCp0_UnNr5unovoKHULTUAmj958yJef4EWhG27b_u6g_d1RZ-Mff6woOJPktCSIXlaOOiU8HXscRkhO_2gVff1MF/s320/Zi6_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591825215168674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKcYh8_wspAVT0N2ebjkWmIwN-Cz4e0XluYFt_IS_RC67U95z2TtutQAVeYTc_noN_317tSUmAcYmvTIqnx1BpGjzRW5fSuhH-6REVb57r6amLW-nIRhMGoMic32C52F3f1G7/s1600-h/Zi6_0380.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKcYh8_wspAVT0N2ebjkWmIwN-Cz4e0XluYFt_IS_RC67U95z2TtutQAVeYTc_noN_317tSUmAcYmvTIqnx1BpGjzRW5fSuhH-6REVb57r6amLW-nIRhMGoMic32C52F3f1G7/s320/Zi6_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591375110354338" border="0" /></a>Once again, we enjoyed Mom and Dad's Worldmark Timeshare and took the kids for a week to Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Tons of fun, we went hiking, biking, and basically had to figure out how to vacation with just our family. It was definitely strange not having any extended family with us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeioa8HjdYJdiyv5eqNjHuc6yiFLS4Gb-JzXmiVGUYcHnWoqxFu7oNhoxugCjJeUBoOVkyiAiwyCF0tzqYlxm4EvPrUNwDut7kN6wMzb1778Vgh7yi4OpMC3BfmsxgayReHFu/s1600-h/Spartacup_Brian_Chris_Connor.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeioa8HjdYJdiyv5eqNjHuc6yiFLS4Gb-JzXmiVGUYcHnWoqxFu7oNhoxugCjJeUBoOVkyiAiwyCF0tzqYlxm4EvPrUNwDut7kN6wMzb1778Vgh7yi4OpMC3BfmsxgayReHFu/s320/Spartacup_Brian_Chris_Connor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591369544865538" border="0" /></a>Sparta Cup-Connor's awesome X-league team took 1st place in their division. They are so much fun to watch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlZ90TPBZRQkI9WU5RDlNBN9a9UasHtKHLmCft4NxhjvnABzU2IfG4pRb2Z_pYrtnjUZ9pobF7c8UrINHJAd7GSUha4YbMYqNVR-6P-rWCj3ya0doLLwKrTUgIKDaTgv_quR5/s1600-h/105_0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlZ90TPBZRQkI9WU5RDlNBN9a9UasHtKHLmCft4NxhjvnABzU2IfG4pRb2Z_pYrtnjUZ9pobF7c8UrINHJAd7GSUha4YbMYqNVR-6P-rWCj3ya0doLLwKrTUgIKDaTgv_quR5/s320/105_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591354896499298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zypoGArcN76UXjTnZmzcm6Vp1Gfu5ER27bCeMYSC-cspolDU1rNosWPp7UdvwHshsOIhZUYT4mepa4FCc7D4JgaCXRVS2DsJ31diZfqycYtQIEtpabJuQP1-uSVZE1POstmw/s1600-h/105_0172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zypoGArcN76UXjTnZmzcm6Vp1Gfu5ER27bCeMYSC-cspolDU1rNosWPp7UdvwHshsOIhZUYT4mepa4FCc7D4JgaCXRVS2DsJ31diZfqycYtQIEtpabJuQP1-uSVZE1POstmw/s320/105_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591351578609810" border="0" /></a>Our first Pine-wood Derby. Chris and I are Webelos Den leaders (one of our 3 callings). We participated in our first derby this year. Quite the undertaking for parents that are tool-challenged. With the help of Oak Canyon's shop teacher, we were able to make two great cars for the boys. Carson's took 2nd place. By the way, Connor's car is the little red one, second in line on the track.<br /><br /><br />Carson turned 8. We took all of his friends to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Lots of fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaq65acaezOqirXE93HokVMqa-2bncmSmEd-SJssTFrPEpVYKTIvi-bDurJnPur5TDfJJloMNpDEXuK7UqmK1BkbGDTeoyAqRC45a_9Xy-YMUHIEM9kdXubMLBgvLkjE8FpjCy/s1600-h/105_0261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaq65acaezOqirXE93HokVMqa-2bncmSmEd-SJssTFrPEpVYKTIvi-bDurJnPur5TDfJJloMNpDEXuK7UqmK1BkbGDTeoyAqRC45a_9Xy-YMUHIEM9kdXubMLBgvLkjE8FpjCy/s320/105_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399591364567299922" border="0" /></a>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-8285213655428768522009-07-19T21:03:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:22:03.159-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtpUNYM-cakve4FSmibBUqQX4-37mpeRK9FB2AYsbJ3mMhfRzUss900d69GFlRFq47LDpkmd6ZO7NWGKzrtCHDMhCOr12wYmUdUDhyphenhyphenfWw4RgMfGZWxXJH2wT6VRunHha9sdgZ/s1600-h/Zi6_claytonwet.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;">Brother's Day</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My boys were quite jealous of the fact that Mom's have a mother's day and Dad's get a father's day. What about brothers? What kind of day do we get? So they decided that the 2nd Saturday of every July would be Brother's Day. Hopefully when they are older with their own families, they will make a point to get together and keep the tradition for years to come. <br /><br />We decided to celebrate Brother's Day with a wet mini-golf game at Cascade Golf Course. This is a great course for the kids because if you've every mini-golfed with kids before you know that they can polish off 18 holes in less than 15 minutes. This course actually has two sets of 18, so rather than 15 minutes, we were done in 20. They had a great time, after mini-golfing we went down to BYU and bowled and then took a trip to the Bean Museum and were pleasured with their live Reptile show. I don't know how long the boys will remember it, but hopefully they will remember it at least until the end of the week.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUnGmEXePK_wh7GaYSSzRVuaVuQexLHID_xpWnjP4leljgaAQ89nJRuEzAFVYIUMfkv8BaCWRefjtQ6tbSywu2LMWaxxeK2gmctD9J_wXHEWXnnbZXbF4f-91MCU0rSaozviV/s1600-h/Zi6_all3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUnGmEXePK_wh7GaYSSzRVuaVuQexLHID_xpWnjP4leljgaAQ89nJRuEzAFVYIUMfkv8BaCWRefjtQ6tbSywu2LMWaxxeK2gmctD9J_wXHEWXnnbZXbF4f-91MCU0rSaozviV/s320/Zi6_all3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360388553414222882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtpUNYM-cakve4FSmibBUqQX4-37mpeRK9FB2AYsbJ3mMhfRzUss900d69GFlRFq47LDpkmd6ZO7NWGKzrtCHDMhCOr12wYmUdUDhyphenhyphenfWw4RgMfGZWxXJH2wT6VRunHha9sdgZ/s1600-h/Zi6_claytonwet.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtpUNYM-cakve4FSmibBUqQX4-37mpeRK9FB2AYsbJ3mMhfRzUss900d69GFlRFq47LDpkmd6ZO7NWGKzrtCHDMhCOr12wYmUdUDhyphenhyphenfWw4RgMfGZWxXJH2wT6VRunHha9sdgZ/s320/Zi6_claytonwet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360388563667256274" border="0" />Clayton accidentally slipped in the water, and I had to take a picture of this face. He was great though and toughed it out the rest of the day's activities with wet clothes and wet shoes.</a><br /><br />Here's a little video clip of Carson's supposed "Hole in One" dance. Kids can be very inventive and a bit delusional in their abilities in making holes in one. Isn't it quite amazing that Connor and Carson each made 4 different holes in one, and I could barely make par? Huh? what do you think?<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxe_GzHoYLD-XYHrqCITtcroaHQaugxzuSJwVx5t43HR67PN2RvBWlLHRpa5FgPQluUVzk7bIgCE3s' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-5411417609218619692009-07-19T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:00:04.500-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">She's skiing on ONE ski!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">For those of you who are Better off Dead fans, hopefully you picked up the reference. Chanin and Steve were nice enough to take us waterskiing at Bear Lake for the fourth of July. It's sad that now that Mom and Dad are on their mission I don't make any plans for the 4th. I have come to realize that I've always left it up to them to plan the day. So thanks Chanin for planning ahead and figuring it out. <br /><br />Anyway, I was way stoked because being of age, I'm totally old now, I thought for sure their was no way that I could get up on slolam? I don't know how to spell that. But I got up and it's only the third time in my life I actually was able to do it. I'm a bit excited, can you tell? Here's a clip.<br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx3RA72mtx1Q0MuJxVx5o8yoSbLP-d9iX72D1x5ajwgR6QmMmw6doqZOz0Czbe96wuRnunqNPyN2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />I've also included a fun little video of the kids on the tube, please hold out for the big finish at the end. It's cute.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRAjXFdDHV-U989ZdpoNIAsjbSQeUrFBRAwmrs_488fcq9OVvKi-VodH0_zOmf7N8LDlYefj1-aP8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-51155113946467618782009-06-22T11:56:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:47:41.900-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Disneyland with the Pierce's<br />June 7th-June 15th, 2009<br /></span></div>This summer is all about the kids. Last summer Chris and I toured Costa Rica, and went on a cruise together, but unfortunately the kids were left at home. It gets expensive traveling overseas with 3 kids. Anyway, this summer we intended to make up for it with many trips planned, all of which include the kids.<br /><br />Our first trip was a wonderful trip to Disneyland. Thanks to Tiff for reserving our wonderful accomodations right across the street from the park, and for booking the reservations for Goofy's kitchen. The weather was a bit chilly, but we were still able to have a great day at the beach our first day there. Jase figured out how to get to Newport Beach, and the rest is history. Here is a little video clip of my favorite quote of the week, "I thought they had larger shovels!"<br /><br />Jase-you always make me laugh hysterically. I am soooo glad to have friends that make me so happy all the time.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDaW2o4MSEoPRpuT7_IUvMNIcnQ0QqOMYocY1ea_PJ_FKINByYIpsJZzKq-hB75bFfp3whR-Sjm6Om8CS5RDvOI55fMiqKe-n1l5GU08aZNsHof_3BaVeqVkMj6jZay2PFgAV/s1600-h/P1020330.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyraiGetpDl17d6PQ95YsucYXOlXPdKejcUx-fzad9XMwLDqsclR7tbfJ9Yog2a0fDLpNbb-_ZrR9I' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't include a picture, but one of my favorite things that we did on the beach was take a bike ride down along the coast down to Balboa Island. Let me just say that the ride was great-on the way there. Clayton decided that since he is a big boy, he wanted to ride his own bike. What he didn't realize was that he didn't have a one-way ticket, we were going round trip. What he rode one way, he would also have to ride all the way back. So needless to say, the 1 1/2 mile ride back to our car was absolutely miserable. He just couldn't believe that Mommy wouldn't stop and pick him up the rest of the way when he was tired. He had a rented bike, I couldn't leave it there to be stolen, he had to pedal all the way back home. Well an hour later, we finally made it back, we were pedaling so slow that people walked past us, my knees were killing me. Needless to say I was a bit peeved.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPs1GDfjzYAyQhqnBiFOkSSfOoGmbaL2RaBA1RMQM9DJcIift41dR5ySMMWqxlo4F2PiHr1auJnS1Oee7-hF0YC3az7vqysRyhYSGQXi9cr-VcV-7cUe-hN5MmIWn-FRUyCoX/s1600-h/P1020383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPs1GDfjzYAyQhqnBiFOkSSfOoGmbaL2RaBA1RMQM9DJcIift41dR5ySMMWqxlo4F2PiHr1auJnS1Oee7-hF0YC3az7vqysRyhYSGQXi9cr-VcV-7cUe-hN5MmIWn-FRUyCoX/s320/P1020383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228718556087090" border="0" /></a>We bought 3 day hopper passes, and spend three long and wonderful days in the park. You can tell that my kids have gotten older, because this year it was all about the signatures. We were determined to get as many character signatures as possible. My favorite character was definitely Cruela Devil-she was awesome! I felt so lucky to have seen her, I've never seen her at any of the parks before. Check out her sheer disgust!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG207_A6NoqwQpXElN9HHInfBCqQuVWA3JYjPGvyzSQsdqEUAYQfYwqsptsHNJoOMSl4ExWCWuPk4Y_16QrLc8UclqI3y8pF7jN9v6hnCdVIWfoBp72pNCWBCLeUsyYxb8us1v/s1600-h/P1020341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG207_A6NoqwQpXElN9HHInfBCqQuVWA3JYjPGvyzSQsdqEUAYQfYwqsptsHNJoOMSl4ExWCWuPk4Y_16QrLc8UclqI3y8pF7jN9v6hnCdVIWfoBp72pNCWBCLeUsyYxb8us1v/s320/P1020341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228712232719570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMs5ixJmwOO4E1p4U7AR47pT8lwv23-nCFgMjT-_CmAiLjB3qist1ZuBebHTKDto0q_vl8VeOg9rPi580R4E_OCbDT5_tYjOZIN5-tWWjeKLWhiTwrSVZRrSi-VtD9m-orwFQ2/s1600-h/P1020431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMs5ixJmwOO4E1p4U7AR47pT8lwv23-nCFgMjT-_CmAiLjB3qist1ZuBebHTKDto0q_vl8VeOg9rPi580R4E_OCbDT5_tYjOZIN5-tWWjeKLWhiTwrSVZRrSi-VtD9m-orwFQ2/s320/P1020431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350247386125064354" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6nlXay4dvAVmke-rUxO3zIlXGLfjIgg1kV8S-bYKo6EOS0Dd4HqNHOXFkRQg7giWdG2VuLrd0alPU1jz0XSPajihe6auoDoPMoxUzqQ_PP6Q0s0eXOxX9tKdfH6i7jVK0-wQ/s1600-h/P1020433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6nlXay4dvAVmke-rUxO3zIlXGLfjIgg1kV8S-bYKo6EOS0Dd4HqNHOXFkRQg7giWdG2VuLrd0alPU1jz0XSPajihe6auoDoPMoxUzqQ_PP6Q0s0eXOxX9tKdfH6i7jVK0-wQ/s320/P1020433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350247396900110002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDaW2o4MSEoPRpuT7_IUvMNIcnQ0QqOMYocY1ea_PJ_FKINByYIpsJZzKq-hB75bFfp3whR-Sjm6Om8CS5RDvOI55fMiqKe-n1l5GU08aZNsHof_3BaVeqVkMj6jZay2PFgAV/s1600-h/P1020330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDaW2o4MSEoPRpuT7_IUvMNIcnQ0QqOMYocY1ea_PJ_FKINByYIpsJZzKq-hB75bFfp3whR-Sjm6Om8CS5RDvOI55fMiqKe-n1l5GU08aZNsHof_3BaVeqVkMj6jZay2PFgAV/s320/P1020330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228703824566642" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't Tiff beautiful? My best friend in the whole world. I love you Tiff. Thanks for all you've done for me all these years. I hope we have many many more vacations to look forward to in the near future. Unfortunately, this is one of my only pictures of the Pierce's. Our kids are at different ages and we just were rarely in the same place at the same time.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXUNdLqhyphenhyphen2onbw_CXOBT0PaeOcWQOwPu1qb9BPY09OikFlcz_Qre9kOTn3CTVYA10dFXBBOMVdQdSurZCY4TtaxCmpqmvvIJWDdXIDF1iStA5vVnfUMmVqbjVbFmkdsk96YWV/s1600-h/P1020396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXUNdLqhyphenhyphen2onbw_CXOBT0PaeOcWQOwPu1qb9BPY09OikFlcz_Qre9kOTn3CTVYA10dFXBBOMVdQdSurZCY4TtaxCmpqmvvIJWDdXIDF1iStA5vVnfUMmVqbjVbFmkdsk96YWV/s320/P1020396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228723719596770" border="0" /></a> We had a ton of fun! But our feet were a bit tired after closing the park three days in a row. There's a sign right in front of this stone that says Picture Spot. I originally read it as diaper spot-I asked the kids "why would they have a diaper spot?" The kids loved that! This gives you a small taste of how silly we were the whole time.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFk8k6TxzjE4YIr7PFbx85toQu_e6r6HzU2WcGC-mDCRa5XPV8upbzp_bpp3yQhZ_Q5DM26m6_NLeU5ZibrFJdvCf66fM2fkYHRipncLrPu7rLQOcvSHPDdWHeidzhHVZ6gAk/s1600-h/P1020441.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwB0HUZ-4TEenvKPdxjIVQiMmVxa6KOSK-2wynMzbBhWBIcQwnYofYABSLTZLBp9K_Alxs4FgE0yyM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Our longest line was 45 minutes for the new Toy Story ride at California Adventure. It's a great ride, similar to Buzz Lightyear, but better in my opinion. The ride stops in front of the targets while you shoot it, and if you are a terrible shot like I am, it's nice to shoot at a non-moving target. I love this video clip of Clayton singing Down by the Banks of the Hanky Panky as we tried to kill the time in line. You can get a small glimpse of Carson in his finest form.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysPSJrRUOm9YVAVqTvAFGzr9e0urPMJPjFGpS646Qr0XrH3pKfPwNprW06aIYems2noEWEmkytwXg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The boys have been saving their allowance for Disneyland. Carson bought an Indiana Jones hat that looks very authentic, and after wanting just about everything else in the park, decided that Donald (which he saw at Downtown Disney on our first night there) was really what he wanted most. Clayton-always decisive-knew before we even left for Disneyland, that he wanted a goofy hat and goofy hands. He saw the goofy hat at his friend Kale's house before we left and never wavered a minute from what he really wanted. Connor on the other hand, is much more careful and reserved with his money, he had to look both parks over for the entire three days before deciding. I really enjoyed helping him decide what to get. He's a bit older now, and kind of getting over stuffed animals. I happily persuaded him to collect the trader pins. He absolutely loves them and can't wait to return to Disneyworld to add to his collection. He has carefully stored them away for later use. I'm proud of my boys. They make every vacation amazing-because they are so easily impressed and never complain! Looking forward to the rest of the summer!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFk8k6TxzjE4YIr7PFbx85toQu_e6r6HzU2WcGC-mDCRa5XPV8upbzp_bpp3yQhZ_Q5DM26m6_NLeU5ZibrFJdvCf66fM2fkYHRipncLrPu7rLQOcvSHPDdWHeidzhHVZ6gAk/s1600-h/P1020441.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFk8k6TxzjE4YIr7PFbx85toQu_e6r6HzU2WcGC-mDCRa5XPV8upbzp_bpp3yQhZ_Q5DM26m6_NLeU5ZibrFJdvCf66fM2fkYHRipncLrPu7rLQOcvSHPDdWHeidzhHVZ6gAk/s320/P1020441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228923614898658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-65272316464871591582009-06-22T11:34:00.001-07:002009-06-22T11:53:21.472-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">3 vs. 3 Tournament<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EbwzuBTmL7ZXj1JWC0-9fMh6NFZOIsVWhwb2Z7i39HLRan3Rh3aeaGktA7OPxA53A8Fj1TFsb_v6sbjI_4lpvKzLpGY5MLK63-9iTVfLl0LSkMGivpeIHuYB37707IX3ao-Z/s1600-h/Zi6_0261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EbwzuBTmL7ZXj1JWC0-9fMh6NFZOIsVWhwb2Z7i39HLRan3Rh3aeaGktA7OPxA53A8Fj1TFsb_v6sbjI_4lpvKzLpGY5MLK63-9iTVfLl0LSkMGivpeIHuYB37707IX3ao-Z/s320/Zi6_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223281133091266" border="0" /></a>We kicked our summer off with what else? A soccer tournament. This tournament was a little bit different than we were used to, the kids played in teams of 3 for 12 minute half games. This was definitely Carson's game. It's a game of skill rather than speed, and with 12 minute halves, Carson doesn't lose steam by the end of the game. Carson plays a bit differently than Connor. I've noticed that Connor plays best at the end of the game, especially if their team is down, he gets mad and there is no stopping him. However, Carson plays best at the beginning of the game, and then (like his mother) quite frankly, gets tired of running and just loses speed. It was fun to watch and as you can see, his little team won <span style="font-weight: bold;">1st place! Way to go Carson!</span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAwETOIB0emu_WlvmVSsxxQO1sz0FEhVLKAoHiKpIkucSElFrIMm1reebprwA5JicUjGT5w0zepNZ65afqnw0rHDkLnL8iTQsk4wWm0n9vaYQ5A_d7aYE_AeONfmXk3akscmj/s1600-h/P1020317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAwETOIB0emu_WlvmVSsxxQO1sz0FEhVLKAoHiKpIkucSElFrIMm1reebprwA5JicUjGT5w0zepNZ65afqnw0rHDkLnL8iTQsk4wWm0n9vaYQ5A_d7aYE_AeONfmXk3akscmj/s320/P1020317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223290067560034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggof5_1S19War3RcTxPa3I5ONTVWCHieGxVj7k09HSuvFsF285lTJx79UEMsJ_P8ugW9siyIj2inQHhay1gupJHu9XHGa-A1s_gTH-oWsS1cIJn25qi52Pw2n3ogj-nvBheftD/s1600-h/P1020315.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggof5_1S19War3RcTxPa3I5ONTVWCHieGxVj7k09HSuvFsF285lTJx79UEMsJ_P8ugW9siyIj2inQHhay1gupJHu9XHGa-A1s_gTH-oWsS1cIJn25qi52Pw2n3ogj-nvBheftD/s320/P1020315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223285775418738" border="0" /></a>Here's a little taste of Carson's great skill!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyah_59IaXehmpiO39_vBviJSu7nrVDRVda9P05z5ZEVn-a4edjn3eYm1KJfRh6Pn1NedL2Gh7zwuc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-76105473540489345122009-04-29T18:04:00.000-07:002009-04-29T18:16:00.006-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xQPtrmmHMcVSmDXwowuGh907G0nvCS_DFfoRo0v07r0R_XoglkKl_32E57NlAwb8dKb4MzEAIdxCMabFWn5RGEg-Lh3Cl6187VVGCUqYWhKyjGzzMW-GXdFBDwCAnN-NL9IV/s1600-h/P1020148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xQPtrmmHMcVSmDXwowuGh907G0nvCS_DFfoRo0v07r0R_XoglkKl_32E57NlAwb8dKb4MzEAIdxCMabFWn5RGEg-Lh3Cl6187VVGCUqYWhKyjGzzMW-GXdFBDwCAnN-NL9IV/s320/P1020148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284709411102130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Clayton's 5th Birthday<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It's bittersweet to watch my children get older, but unfortunately life does that. Clayton turned 5 this month and we had a great celebration at Classic Skating in Sandy. He invited two of his closest friend Logan Harris (who lives just down the street) and his all time best friend for the past four years, Jaxson Lindsay. Of course, we couldn't have a party without his two favorite cousins , Hunter and Cole. He's still talking about it three days later, so he must have had a great time!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N-F0L4jY8XkT-UgguQ-DxYQQ-NqY8oSjSxiQMuM3pg1t8mg_yqfu70LRlxveyAHOnw6f03XEwk2AmKY6frkCDSAJeaTni0FlYvGgFm5I3vCKZgrlbUA8oPRXzXYAWoNFVmsZ/s1600-h/P1020155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N-F0L4jY8XkT-UgguQ-DxYQQ-NqY8oSjSxiQMuM3pg1t8mg_yqfu70LRlxveyAHOnw6f03XEwk2AmKY6frkCDSAJeaTni0FlYvGgFm5I3vCKZgrlbUA8oPRXzXYAWoNFVmsZ/s320/P1020155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284714273183186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3y7k1jMQsyIK9Im1s041fO90zdsKW_YIITxbmntwAI3pGEEFslD538lZ4L0DfP0SuuweNU4LAozN-Nd694IJNAx0azLHl8wglhJ69cBaB0XRgSRI6B0p9SIENYTKUgs6qtG8/s1600-h/P1020136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3y7k1jMQsyIK9Im1s041fO90zdsKW_YIITxbmntwAI3pGEEFslD538lZ4L0DfP0SuuweNU4LAozN-Nd694IJNAx0azLHl8wglhJ69cBaB0XRgSRI6B0p9SIENYTKUgs6qtG8/s320/P1020136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284704991703058" border="0" /></a></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyALGL-tYje6VuSJSEePDsDA8wxvCW-uBOQtTKaJCr-jk52naoAzKkpX9X4Bhnt_sZcQAfavlRmAqY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-16155472566400480322009-04-28T11:47:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:23:04.687-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1viJVCn0pKjCNbLvhfnIIyM3E6EQFcX7ust74a7qXknDgsteSVHk03j5T5q7CKrnxALhnBPzXg6qLDeezodN-WvsUHedSLdFBUpdrN66sy4QJHI7l7EN_03twsq2-4DT2NwvO/s1600-h/P1020068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1viJVCn0pKjCNbLvhfnIIyM3E6EQFcX7ust74a7qXknDgsteSVHk03j5T5q7CKrnxALhnBPzXg6qLDeezodN-WvsUHedSLdFBUpdrN66sy4QJHI7l7EN_03twsq2-4DT2NwvO/s320/P1020068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817229998484466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Spring Break 2009-Moab<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We took a trip to Moab for a few days with the Pierce family. Since we aren't mountain bikers I wasn't quite sure if we were welcome there but we had a fabulous time anyhow. As you can seem, we did wish that Utah would figure out it is spring already because it was a bit chilly. But the kids had a blast. We arrived late Monday and swam in what the kids called the "Cold Tub", and Tuesday we took a 4 mile hike up Negro Bill Canyon. I can't believe what a fabulous hiker Clayton is, he out hiked all of us. Since we were leaving on Wednesday the kids really wanted to hike up to Delicate Arch, another 3 mile hike. You know that hike is a heck of a lot easier when it isn't blazing hot. I couldn't believe we had already made it to the top when we did. <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi_zoaRzKQHJK2UFnM3dwLfuJ9Kh8qCOQulG52HlcuSW18FZy-gluQOcH366r69g6NHWicuscpW372AJ8Sb_85vzhybUP4UavxNt8_uLp74sFt72oOlqPa8Ct48lhDiRrmw1d/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi_zoaRzKQHJK2UFnM3dwLfuJ9Kh8qCOQulG52HlcuSW18FZy-gluQOcH366r69g6NHWicuscpW372AJ8Sb_85vzhybUP4UavxNt8_uLp74sFt72oOlqPa8Ct48lhDiRrmw1d/s320/P1020089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817234515085202" border="0" /></a>Jennica loved the hikes. She would just keep going and going and never complained. Jocelyn on the other hand would play the game for the first hour, but after that it was time to move onto better things. I love the way that Jocelyn squats when she sits down. Those girls are so dang cute! It was fun getting a chance to be around girls for a change.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBdtt97sHCvIe2d9BZojXuCcoR8Ycr9OYz8UsDChxDxNQF5P2Sl9G4L1mB0I2LhtPeIQYdg73g87FmIwgNZFHxKI5ddvguC2Hes6zRPJQVzn0z_NEIbSHWwQvrANhjiqx7nt4/s1600-h/P1020093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBdtt97sHCvIe2d9BZojXuCcoR8Ycr9OYz8UsDChxDxNQF5P2Sl9G4L1mB0I2LhtPeIQYdg73g87FmIwgNZFHxKI5ddvguC2Hes6zRPJQVzn0z_NEIbSHWwQvrANhjiqx7nt4/s320/P1020093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817244117040482" border="0" /></a>Maisy loved the backpack. Can't you tell? It took a bit to get used to at first but then she was a delight and loved being on her Daddy's back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVwKGCZuRjP78CMik67A9gGobPPNcJWO-kNW8PiPHGbJBSqubx1tXzaf4cPAAIgjCBxhZwHRLGg1ZwK7u_xp7nIoo-skCjXdimxDj_hlO3ZUMpYPlVm7SjeqNHFzWDnHmhm2_/s1600-h/P1020130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVwKGCZuRjP78CMik67A9gGobPPNcJWO-kNW8PiPHGbJBSqubx1tXzaf4cPAAIgjCBxhZwHRLGg1ZwK7u_xp7nIoo-skCjXdimxDj_hlO3ZUMpYPlVm7SjeqNHFzWDnHmhm2_/s320/P1020130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817248236416946" border="0" /></a>Negro Bill Canyon is a beautiful hike, and we didn't really look at the length of the hike until we made it back to the car. 2 miles each way was a bit long for the girls. But I have to say they made it just about 2/3 of the way to the end before deciding to turn back. My boys being boys of course were way ahead of us, and the girls kept saying "Let's get to our friends! Where are our friends? They are just soooo fast!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5U0MJ3-lnN7fWABe03-dUtNVUMuWnUULGugTVVf2XlVrQGhUDkMjTnpn7EmGpyQe52RzX-3UhvYH9qrsccVsH3obkMc-r_hNrEHTNDD2xIL2uFi29JiR9oyvIrVoTsKOneBc/s1600-h/P1020134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5U0MJ3-lnN7fWABe03-dUtNVUMuWnUULGugTVVf2XlVrQGhUDkMjTnpn7EmGpyQe52RzX-3UhvYH9qrsccVsH3obkMc-r_hNrEHTNDD2xIL2uFi29JiR9oyvIrVoTsKOneBc/s320/P1020134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817251877915570" border="0" /></a>This is our tribute to Chevy Chase in National Lampoon's Vacation. You know the part when they get out of the car to look at the Grand Canyon before he whisks them off. We felt like that when we made it to Delicate Arch. There were 40 mile an hour wind gusts at the top, and we felt like we were going to lose a child off the ledge. So we took a quick pic and left immediately. Unfortunately that was after the fact that the wind blew Chris's $300 glasses off his face. He said, "I was worried about the kids and holding onto them, I didn't think about my glasses!"<br /><br />Here's a taste of our trip:<br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwBryu1TKSIZLaGMnuoknto-_SOCIrq_3v0MqXqM7mQep1Ap1L36FJ0_hAawODyomedhE4bUKpnrmY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-60241624557222535352009-03-29T19:09:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:37:34.431-07:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">St. George</span><br /></div>Twice a year, I really have a hankerin' to visit the south, early spring, and late fall. And thank goodness for my sister and brother-in-law who just happen to own a second house down there, and we can frequent it just about any time we want. It was gorgeous down there this weekend. I hung out by the pool all day and got my first sunburn for the season. We did some bike riding, swimming, and played at the park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlDM_Sq5I7VyKzPZofugMvGMdnc-csQX2wd43mtpblAkFt08LqUjoVP3QQ8LpzjZMfENG-4X-8bcbr12Nw0iudK-VO_gQ-FRw9ElQ3KmLCP0YSiwe4dR6Odm3ipW-3M4TzXuj/s1600-h/100_2103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlDM_Sq5I7VyKzPZofugMvGMdnc-csQX2wd43mtpblAkFt08LqUjoVP3QQ8LpzjZMfENG-4X-8bcbr12Nw0iudK-VO_gQ-FRw9ElQ3KmLCP0YSiwe4dR6Odm3ipW-3M4TzXuj/s320/100_2103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799264896987682" border="0" /></a>Here's a picture of my perfectly photogenic niece-Julia. She is the sweetest thing in the whole world. I am so blessed that my sister allows me to get a glimpse of what it might be like to raise a girl. She is always so bright and happy, and her sweetness just rubs off on you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGLfjc0M9EdFLmcuMNQSuIHhcS3GiUi9l8N4upNtlzZKuxoDOSZXD3PF3EgWmZIP69QdMXTQBTNqtoOQURy9zg4UvMnAmIJXBGsS7nmlxfeXU9TKHiG1NCYEv1QMCvvVRQJH/s1600-h/100_2091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGLfjc0M9EdFLmcuMNQSuIHhcS3GiUi9l8N4upNtlzZKuxoDOSZXD3PF3EgWmZIP69QdMXTQBTNqtoOQURy9zg4UvMnAmIJXBGsS7nmlxfeXU9TKHiG1NCYEv1QMCvvVRQJH/s320/100_2091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799261412411714" border="0" /></a>Clayton and Carson playing on the jungle gym at the park. I hope these pics are making you all a bit jealous who decided to hang around the cold weather up north!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwRTYRrCUbRidmvn3OouuSG1cEPvayOPy7FmHvXab7RipoxnLhtpD17Ru6QU7pRGoHLzg4G38qz5gdUhR_2gLZvjfV8qPxG39afJMK9OvRIkjd6GqGsIRXsKKsNe-oRIYvyiN/s1600-h/100_2089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwRTYRrCUbRidmvn3OouuSG1cEPvayOPy7FmHvXab7RipoxnLhtpD17Ru6QU7pRGoHLzg4G38qz5gdUhR_2gLZvjfV8qPxG39afJMK9OvRIkjd6GqGsIRXsKKsNe-oRIYvyiN/s320/100_2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799255101847138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLhzlhvSffENM0qPl1zPdFX7WEtg0FAVCrqwlA8c94AIMZc8QThlLOUjXH1p7J_Ga1Vqqc9e-hL5p1aazSgVdcZh1Qp65TbHOmuTcEXP1gBCAIEprSRaiEJtwRrPd0XM5v__E/s1600-h/100_2115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLhzlhvSffENM0qPl1zPdFX7WEtg0FAVCrqwlA8c94AIMZc8QThlLOUjXH1p7J_Ga1Vqqc9e-hL5p1aazSgVdcZh1Qp65TbHOmuTcEXP1gBCAIEprSRaiEJtwRrPd0XM5v__E/s320/100_2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799268257010034" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;">Red Cliffs Recreation Area</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It took a bit of a drive and a little adventurous spirit, but we eventually discovered one of my favorite places I've ever been. Back when I was 16, I discovered this great place just north of St. George, but I could never remember how to get to it. I'm so glad that Steve was patient with me today and didn't give up on the search. It was well worth the small detour through the very primitive town of Leeds to find this place. The kids had a great time, climbing up the ravines and jumping up and all over the red rocks. What a day! It was a great way to end a perfect weekend!</span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfGndwRc3HQhBvCy-0aL-WpjX3PsBBGLUGJqflBS5HlYAq87yDblhl3H0qPX2lrufd4SKVZLLi4APAVwIBlEHuzTndjBRtqw71h_XsUVkWtkWJY-K87Ae3nGddHInv5OU4EcG/s1600-h/100_2126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfGndwRc3HQhBvCy-0aL-WpjX3PsBBGLUGJqflBS5HlYAq87yDblhl3H0qPX2lrufd4SKVZLLi4APAVwIBlEHuzTndjBRtqw71h_XsUVkWtkWJY-K87Ae3nGddHInv5OU4EcG/s320/100_2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799269231233362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3TrRsKHk98ZV4JHBaZn3oa-jdQMzB1ILw2c9Ysuo_OAJcef7IgGWLjMttSuRe7YIP2imD6ZU-tfCWNHgLVVHaB3osoaUzoddvzSq91d-0Ak0gXdC5MMfS66nTb84d8dmQZp9/s1600-h/100_2128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3TrRsKHk98ZV4JHBaZn3oa-jdQMzB1ILw2c9Ysuo_OAJcef7IgGWLjMttSuRe7YIP2imD6ZU-tfCWNHgLVVHaB3osoaUzoddvzSq91d-0Ak0gXdC5MMfS66nTb84d8dmQZp9/s320/100_2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799408452989682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Clayton learns to ride a bike at 4</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">We're so proud of Clayton. We had a few beautiful spring days here in Utah, and decided to take a family bike ride. Then we realized it would be very difficult for Clayton to keep up if he had his training wheels on. When we first initially tried, he was a bit scared because we were right along the Provo River trail, he thought for sure that he'd end up in the Provo River. Well, the next day he got the confidence that he needed, and took off. Here's a sample from our latest trip down to Chanin and Steve's place in St. George.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz91XOvHucqLwc7M4hpOpPaFtycF68zrZTCWbQRgwvwBdVYrlwMcKxPq0qnzSGCGU7w0M2LFHyHS78' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-48267871069041276812009-03-15T12:53:00.000-07:002009-03-15T13:00:12.017-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oZXrO1FtQHSAYKsjpnBl-3yHPuH4zXywY9OGRnrMOvq1VtiJEJPEr8FoZszB8HFKtVLXgHOctfH_8YRBPd2PUxxukkUaAQcUrX8PbqjOepEyzC-TKjN4jqlQDGtrw8SqZRhB/s1600-h/100_2058.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;">Draper Temple Open House</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oZXrO1FtQHSAYKsjpnBl-3yHPuH4zXywY9OGRnrMOvq1VtiJEJPEr8FoZszB8HFKtVLXgHOctfH_8YRBPd2PUxxukkUaAQcUrX8PbqjOepEyzC-TKjN4jqlQDGtrw8SqZRhB/s320/100_2058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313505327130402610" border="0" /></a> We were lucky enough to see the Draper Temple this last week before the Temple gets dedicated next week. It is absolutely gorgeous and the kids enjoyed every minute of it, (although the highlight was definitely the cookies after the tour). It was extremely crowded, but despite the crowds no one could deny the unforgettable spirit that resides there. I feel, and I think I can speak for the rest of my family, very priviledged to be a member of this great church. It was a wonderful experience, and if you haven't had a chance to see it yet, I highly recommend it.<br /></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-7696781817415362732009-03-01T16:05:00.000-08:002009-03-01T16:30:03.642-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uWr5I65ZevWUO8NPYKOEiopN4sJnBOJfWOGDpjg5zniDyVCbTjKMutLqcQmGFs1y785C7XCFcrbbcANmtprp40kFZEGl7otUpAP3d7oWWluth4XY0PgiUI0jcWgcmU52JW7h/s1600-h/101_0536.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;">Carson's 1st Skiing Trip</span></a><br />February 28, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uWr5I65ZevWUO8NPYKOEiopN4sJnBOJfWOGDpjg5zniDyVCbTjKMutLqcQmGFs1y785C7XCFcrbbcANmtprp40kFZEGl7otUpAP3d7oWWluth4XY0PgiUI0jcWgcmU52JW7h/s1600-h/101_0536.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uWr5I65ZevWUO8NPYKOEiopN4sJnBOJfWOGDpjg5zniDyVCbTjKMutLqcQmGFs1y785C7XCFcrbbcANmtprp40kFZEGl7otUpAP3d7oWWluth4XY0PgiUI0jcWgcmU52JW7h/s320/101_0536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375152695450978" border="0" /></a>The weather has been absolutely beautiful lately, and you can tell that spring is ready to sprout. So being the fair weather skier that I am I've been dying to get out skiing. Chris and I planned to go this Saturday, but he had a soccer game so I decided to take Carson. I must selfishly admit that I was scared to take try to teach my son how to ski. I'm so glad I did. After about 5 short runs on the bunny hill-which is free for a reason, and soon discovering how much the bunny hill sucks, Carson was ready for the slopes. He was such a great sport and caught on very fast.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI67ReM1l83r37aLcxXS3XK1Mlz_toXRtHDtYZ-9y68xk5xChxU9XUADbVamnMXxoHA-Ng-unbkC1HuPDG6pSY077jEtiAG7UDsR3yFInQe44xmutnK1Ub8eQaQUQuzjcDXHK/s1600-h/101_0532.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI67ReM1l83r37aLcxXS3XK1Mlz_toXRtHDtYZ-9y68xk5xChxU9XUADbVamnMXxoHA-Ng-unbkC1HuPDG6pSY077jEtiAG7UDsR3yFInQe44xmutnK1Ub8eQaQUQuzjcDXHK/s320/101_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375152547382146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsA8kVHOg_FufE24YbGW-gjmanmBWltgfjgJEWynLJnPKLLDTBSvqD14Z1zgh0aSRYyHtzfQaCJHvbTME077hKNSqPKCdqOi7XX7yu8sz0l0dKqh7iwXSkZNwHSkXNpHTFCgf/s1600-h/101_0529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsA8kVHOg_FufE24YbGW-gjmanmBWltgfjgJEWynLJnPKLLDTBSvqD14Z1zgh0aSRYyHtzfQaCJHvbTME077hKNSqPKCdqOi7XX7yu8sz0l0dKqh7iwXSkZNwHSkXNpHTFCgf/s320/101_0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375149618722466" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a short video to highlight his first official day at skiing. We had such a great time that I plan on buying our entire family season passes next year and we will all ski together. I love skiing, and although I'm not very good at it, nothing makes me smile more than skiing down the beautiful mountain slopes. I'm so excited to do this with my entire family.<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz4thFpsD5umXTJ7_xcPg0swsOxcvdHqSujvKVSuLHbb6rGbbNXOG7HZ9TCgxzjsNP7WMNCI-G7Ek0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-66146498940599902902009-02-15T12:55:00.000-08:002009-02-15T13:15:01.760-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV30VryleA7MNYr4JpdLuUGjfbLP9Ghh1UVwYIE_iFcIDsohYfj8zvjvNe2cCoEZnJorR94MIZ4D3sChVZJDdQE6D32zWvTmPlNqgxa0-NIpQ4GGqcDN0da7xphx_BsAP_Jw2c/s1600-h/P1020041.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;">There's a hick in all of us...</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Due to strict budget cuts, we made a conscious economical decision to stay in town this President's Day weekend. Thank goodness we did, Shayne had the great idea to go to Monster Jam . When two families have 6 boys between us, there is not a better option than to put on your chaps and cowboy hat and watch the real cowboys. Shayne, as always, hooked us up with some great discounted seats (high up in upper bowl of course) and being the mean mommy that I am my kids used their Valentine money to buy their tickets. What a show! Highly recommend it.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_PLWw8AKX3KlSzOD82SvRI2ce7uWeE7SqzE4jf5tIfbXBEVB5MvbwLI95XixsUtqf6oaeuf5W2gnVxrIDsfv6lGbAOPUoPlSlCcenFpAl7AFPpGd9GVi-kTM9SFkifyLnG8I/s1600-h/P1020031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_PLWw8AKX3KlSzOD82SvRI2ce7uWeE7SqzE4jf5tIfbXBEVB5MvbwLI95XixsUtqf6oaeuf5W2gnVxrIDsfv6lGbAOPUoPlSlCcenFpAl7AFPpGd9GVi-kTM9SFkifyLnG8I/s320/P1020031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131317916642994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bulldozer-</span> crowd favorite <br />I'm beginning to regret my decision to not purchase the beautiful trucker hat with the horns coming out from it. It really does complete the look!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlVRkdA-GDUbeC0QWWiM1ZQXeYqHnyur7ip2HRXjgf-qlsOf-XPlczAkHAnWYFw00n7FYVlc4wqQPcMlSRF-WvutbF-ek2DJxwUDW44UNOsv1su8j08E9Jz6eqUfr9A32XgjR/s1600-h/P1020024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlVRkdA-GDUbeC0QWWiM1ZQXeYqHnyur7ip2HRXjgf-qlsOf-XPlczAkHAnWYFw00n7FYVlc4wqQPcMlSRF-WvutbF-ek2DJxwUDW44UNOsv1su8j08E9Jz6eqUfr9A32XgjR/s320/P1020024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131316971541842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV30VryleA7MNYr4JpdLuUGjfbLP9Ghh1UVwYIE_iFcIDsohYfj8zvjvNe2cCoEZnJorR94MIZ4D3sChVZJDdQE6D32zWvTmPlNqgxa0-NIpQ4GGqcDN0da7xphx_BsAP_Jw2c/s1600-h/P1020041.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maximum Destruction made a clean sweep and had some great runs. The driver was from Willard , Utah. It obviously was his night to shine.</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV30VryleA7MNYr4JpdLuUGjfbLP9Ghh1UVwYIE_iFcIDsohYfj8zvjvNe2cCoEZnJorR94MIZ4D3sChVZJDdQE6D32zWvTmPlNqgxa0-NIpQ4GGqcDN0da7xphx_BsAP_Jw2c/s320/P1020041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131335903612898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIHB8Xv-Dp0x27QgPXV3QKEt0QHb7JwDr5t1WQcZ96p8fhx6h4vCyayRQqX1N4td7FiN8pK9Sd1douQ6LRDydsKi_HfP6wDaqlWBgz6fwO5N8rAjTWaPcchZ-5Ibrwzt6V-7H/s1600-h/P1020034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIHB8Xv-Dp0x27QgPXV3QKEt0QHb7JwDr5t1WQcZ96p8fhx6h4vCyayRQqX1N4td7FiN8pK9Sd1douQ6LRDydsKi_HfP6wDaqlWBgz6fwO5N8rAjTWaPcchZ-5Ibrwzt6V-7H/s320/P1020034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131324962537938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIHB8Xv-Dp0x27QgPXV3QKEt0QHb7JwDr5t1WQcZ96p8fhx6h4vCyayRQqX1N4td7FiN8pK9Sd1douQ6LRDydsKi_HfP6wDaqlWBgz6fwO5N8rAjTWaPcchZ-5Ibrwzt6V-7H/s1600-h/P1020034.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Here's a little video to get you excited.<br /></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy18oyyHlQKHlt2zWH70-5cpWCDJY0IOpXjXH24sEpQoooQRB7s-r0d5cPu_lTHiSrQYX3o7D74lu0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-14984738091147062682009-02-14T13:54:00.000-08:002009-02-14T14:01:55.762-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5pu7aLELMz9SocU83FOU8ED99RHQMo67eXa9CYEKT1XLKeIV-a2ct1pxVf8lXQq_JP76YPcSLerSQGsQAyC4koQVQXpU549fz-zauYJuJLQCTYCp4BotT8EL9RAhcikBSF-L/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG">Futsol Tournament</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to Chris and Greg's awesome coaching. The X-league won their futsol tournament. Their team was so good that the owner's of the Flash Zone asked them to play up a year. I'll have to get the play by play later on when Chris can help.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5pu7aLELMz9SocU83FOU8ED99RHQMo67eXa9CYEKT1XLKeIV-a2ct1pxVf8lXQq_JP76YPcSLerSQGsQAyC4koQVQXpU549fz-zauYJuJLQCTYCp4BotT8EL9RAhcikBSF-L/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5pu7aLELMz9SocU83FOU8ED99RHQMo67eXa9CYEKT1XLKeIV-a2ct1pxVf8lXQq_JP76YPcSLerSQGsQAyC4koQVQXpU549fz-zauYJuJLQCTYCp4BotT8EL9RAhcikBSF-L/s320/100_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775169509520546" border="0" /></a>We are so grateful for all the hard work and effort that Greg, Brian, and Chris put into coaching these boys. Greg has recently taken Utah Rangers under his wing, and I am so excited to see where his direction will take the Rangers.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijjh8sb-aisfH1vWugzPfPo-zBR-3lYUVykV41S2bVTH9iuq3qzglqPCEna3HGXuUqNC1uV4RxlGOcm7gXt-cgQ20AKkq_efAtRhC3l8XcQQ7BiBYJEVHdR6DcCPeqakuAXhI/s1600-h/100_1709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijjh8sb-aisfH1vWugzPfPo-zBR-3lYUVykV41S2bVTH9iuq3qzglqPCEna3HGXuUqNC1uV4RxlGOcm7gXt-cgQ20AKkq_efAtRhC3l8XcQQ7BiBYJEVHdR6DcCPeqakuAXhI/s320/100_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775164125398578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXKzTajdABVMr0sfZvJNiBFS3_OlOnJMwFXr3VGS2ycYi7dVD5TIrczgbMVBjIil3nKF5avNWIpWxPe-zimzIIGwyKexVr-Qz-h_EJCKvT8XFxzi4Eaac_OLDQygBke4FngWF/s1600-h/100_1702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXKzTajdABVMr0sfZvJNiBFS3_OlOnJMwFXr3VGS2ycYi7dVD5TIrczgbMVBjIil3nKF5avNWIpWxPe-zimzIIGwyKexVr-Qz-h_EJCKvT8XFxzi4Eaac_OLDQygBke4FngWF/s320/100_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775157460273538" border="0" /></a><br />The X-league<br />Ryan Vandenboss, Jackson McBride, Casey Brown, Jay Jolley, Chanson Vaudry, Carson, Augustine, and Connor<br /></div>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-41284554034436634492009-02-14T09:25:00.000-08:002009-02-14T10:05:40.013-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_gyk4fMwuLxYC1rThQzrOFDBEVJkSS-jeWEoA5K1lkeFqHEXRc9W1yM65gt32jxC4YecO7OOBExwFLoAKLwWOTWNMykJfK6JXnjcHm_SSqiSxGGMaMxcqLBO14KKYI32ihgh/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Meet the Jazz</span></span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I love that Chris and Shayne have season tickets (even though they literally are the worst seats in the entire arena) because we get such great perks like a BBQ with the Jazz players. I think my favorite part (besides Kyle Korver of course) was that I didn't have to cook that night.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_gyk4fMwuLxYC1rThQzrOFDBEVJkSS-jeWEoA5K1lkeFqHEXRc9W1yM65gt32jxC4YecO7OOBExwFLoAKLwWOTWNMykJfK6JXnjcHm_SSqiSxGGMaMxcqLBO14KKYI32ihgh/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_gyk4fMwuLxYC1rThQzrOFDBEVJkSS-jeWEoA5K1lkeFqHEXRc9W1yM65gt32jxC4YecO7OOBExwFLoAKLwWOTWNMykJfK6JXnjcHm_SSqiSxGGMaMxcqLBO14KKYI32ihgh/s320/P1020010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302710265899884386" border="0" /></a>Carson couldn't resist a picture of this "hot" car. It must be a phase because he recently bought two cheesy posters of cars that I've never heard of before and I know he knows nothing about them.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEBpmbfQ0mn01E_qD7uMHTpP8_I1poGAzy8NnkzA2qGPUVC8fXYp67RepaPIcYRjf2EA3_kIANjKSadoL36GtWr-fQ9PYPwIk-90Dgv1RAfkciYvqywDHcOfxi_LkYwHcsu3i/s1600-h/P1020002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEBpmbfQ0mn01E_qD7uMHTpP8_I1poGAzy8NnkzA2qGPUVC8fXYp67RepaPIcYRjf2EA3_kIANjKSadoL36GtWr-fQ9PYPwIk-90Dgv1RAfkciYvqywDHcOfxi_LkYwHcsu3i/s320/P1020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302710260653752850" border="0" /></a>Did I mention Kyle Korver? Wow I love those socks!!!! I stood in line for this lame picture for over a half hour. Do you think I made an impression? Yes, we did have a moment and I think he will remember it for the rest of his life, or at least until the next person in line forces him to take another lame pic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf38ux2uLX4OVsCbuK_4SR0BvWdjgF7S6-TActDXpeVqTI0VmKsc18DxtawjXEvtzttoPiUljVY260GsSnsvzjNbk7SayMx7s-Upo_R2oa4K67CagFcQzg2MQ5Q25TXYt2Tuud/s1600-h/P1010995.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf38ux2uLX4OVsCbuK_4SR0BvWdjgF7S6-TActDXpeVqTI0VmKsc18DxtawjXEvtzttoPiUljVY260GsSnsvzjNbk7SayMx7s-Upo_R2oa4K67CagFcQzg2MQ5Q25TXYt2Tuud/s320/P1010995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302710258208699042" border="0" /></a>I think the main reason I go to the games is because I love the Bear. You know you are a trus Jazz fan when you show up for two things Kyle's socks and to watch the Bear. He really cracks me up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6X2QGu2vzodtOelvONBG73KR_lzMtcoTccE4qlFWEyA-QtqabDEmaFIKYOSgnkJsrVBy6OBqoGN4iNKgpqjiiU4Ih-qP0K99Vh6s93No0Go-Xm5hHrZLP5n_AtUDfgCY2U5E/s1600-h/P1010993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6X2QGu2vzodtOelvONBG73KR_lzMtcoTccE4qlFWEyA-QtqabDEmaFIKYOSgnkJsrVBy6OBqoGN4iNKgpqjiiU4Ih-qP0K99Vh6s93No0Go-Xm5hHrZLP5n_AtUDfgCY2U5E/s320/P1010993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302710249364065874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Connor's 1st Recital</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">January 2009</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Thanks to Aunt Lea's great teaching ability, Connor is really loving to play the piano. She had the fantastic idea of Hunter and Connor playing a duet of Ode to Joy, it was sooo cute. I have to admit that my favorite part was having to play Hunter's part when Connor was practicing. I've really enjoyed relearning to play the piano with my son.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEhApkjQf6BQdUlJJto-un32_LN7d409qZK7wSrJXt7wZZp-mr2MiXq2ii4upDaEcSTxNscXwMO-hmulYjP6Sy8RxPIUoq2f0eDnB5_qFRKbTjjEwjHEglZVZ6uruREIUVJz-/s1600-h/100_1925.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEhApkjQf6BQdUlJJto-un32_LN7d409qZK7wSrJXt7wZZp-mr2MiXq2ii4upDaEcSTxNscXwMO-hmulYjP6Sy8RxPIUoq2f0eDnB5_qFRKbTjjEwjHEglZVZ6uruREIUVJz-/s320/100_1925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302706768408460658" border="0" /></a>If you know my son Connor at all, you know how motivated he is by competition. He can't stand that his younger cousin Hunter can outplay him, and he is constantly trying to move on to the next level of books because Hunter's already past them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISXlqJKb8cU74k40jHtZ3U3c2gNxKSELypBClGBHuVFWZCLlI-vuYB0F5VYuu6qhRZW-UiIiDFB9MZ7dc4ylCFvoTuf3Wnt5sNK02CvIUGDwCVGJ2G4UazXTKa_VmBTTIM0gX/s1600-h/100_1923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISXlqJKb8cU74k40jHtZ3U3c2gNxKSELypBClGBHuVFWZCLlI-vuYB0F5VYuu6qhRZW-UiIiDFB9MZ7dc4ylCFvoTuf3Wnt5sNK02CvIUGDwCVGJ2G4UazXTKa_VmBTTIM0gX/s320/100_1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302706760587849890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br /></span>cheraeecalonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066952815737988339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32192809.post-49401877049879178552008-08-18T20:11:00.000-07:002008-08-19T10:27:28.008-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiAxEvw5zv1zasPu-Z3HBnZSo4YNtuD4aeD8K_NavAIig4185lQTtAhMWvcBlfxtP-rjFBsNF4lXVafM1ba1y6EkZ1z4kaphl4xyF3YEBBKAYd1uATylg2QpiARrN_rPIO7im/s1600-h/Connor+running.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiAxEvw5zv1zasPu-Z3HBnZSo4YNtuD4aeD8K_NavAIig4185lQTtAhMWvcBlfxtP-rjFBsNF4lXVafM1ba1y6EkZ1z4kaphl4xyF3YEBBKAYd1uATylg2QpiARrN_rPIO7im/s320/Connor+running.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236280988999710914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A Perfect Ending to a Perfect Summer</span><br />Sparta Cup August 2008<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Chris is coach to Connor's X-league, a U9 team that played one year under (or for the lame people like myself that means under 10, X-league was under 9). This team is so much fun to watch. They played in the annual Sparta Cup in Holladay. Although the weather was quite warm. It was such a fun tournament. My family all cheered Connor and Coach Chris on the sidelines. I loved hanging out with the Jolley families. Our team was lucky enough to be well coached with Coach Chris, Coach Brian, and Coach Greg because they each have sons on the team.<br /><br />Here's the play by play:<br />This was the first year our team played together. They started off the tournament disheartened after losing 8-2 to a superior U10 team in size and strength. Instead of giving up, the team gelled together and showed tremendous heart for a little group of 8 year old boys. They went on to win their next 3 games; 3-1, 4-0, and 1-0 to advance into the final against that same winning team. Playing in over 100 degree heat with only one sub, they had to play the final game only 1 1/2 hours after the semi-final. Depleted in energy, our team was down 4-1 in the second half. The Rangers rallied to pull it to 4-3, but time ran out just before we managed to tie it up. Connor played his best as forward for the first time, scoring 2 of the 3 goals. He usually plays mid-field. This was my first taste of truly compelling soccer to the point where my husband asked, "Were you cheering?" And I replied, "I was nervous the entire game, all I did was pace around the sidelines."<br /><br />The awful feeling of the loss was soon forgotten when the team hoisted up the runner's up silver cup together in unison during the awards ceremony. Each player also received a silver medal. This was Connor's first ever trophy playing a sport. The token medal given to each player in the city leagues just doesn't quite cut it for me.<br /><br />I was so proud of my son. This is the first of many many tournaments to come. 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