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Grandma Rose made Madelaine booties to go with her blessing dress. Fortunately Grandma agreed to make some for Aidan as well. I think they turned out marvelously. I hope the booties will be something both children will treasure when they are older. A special gift, made just for them, from Grandma.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWaHf8AKtNOrFDKzODbuzsiK-Ccojqc3QNJSODY26KcY8ZjhLcRUD1CZPC1ElIBsCD9oa-4dHby_YPF9eWdhSWfpTJP0oxRqokB12LaTZjid3J8NYVK8SU9pMzswPwP_cmnN_SzOtmT0/s1600/IMG_2434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWaHf8AKtNOrFDKzODbuzsiK-Ccojqc3QNJSODY26KcY8ZjhLcRUD1CZPC1ElIBsCD9oa-4dHby_YPF9eWdhSWfpTJP0oxRqokB12LaTZjid3J8NYVK8SU9pMzswPwP_cmnN_SzOtmT0/s640/IMG_2434.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><br />
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Luckily Brandon and Jordan got the wall up before we went to bed, but my blood pressure was higher than usual at my prenatal checkups during this project. Note to self... don't "paint" right before the next baby. <br />
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This photograph from Madelaine's second birthday party still has the column in it. We couldn't believe how much the space opened up once it was removed. I don't know why we waited so long. Brandon and I did some investigating while the floor was torn up in the upstairs to make sure it was not a bearing wall. So we have known it could be taken out for quite some time. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Brandon did an amazing job, I am so excited about the new space. There are some special things he did too. That black space on the far wall is a magnetic chalk board. Sweet! Brandon put up some nice hooks along the back wall as you come in the back door, hung a new cupboard above the garbage cans, and put trim around all of the doorways. I was able to fit two tables comfortably in the kitchen and have my family together for Christmas dinner... in the same room. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDudBA-zw_GOxqziDFgkg4xMz8cLAzH7D0ou2vJE4bzm8Ky0433L0UCH5e_aVohmKuV7sSwfuQk6wANrKcop5EElpv3w0b01aFzYXDloJ5CQQfQr1Q3ykEw3x1LeHstdGZd-3oJM233o/s1600/IMG_2310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDudBA-zw_GOxqziDFgkg4xMz8cLAzH7D0ou2vJE4bzm8Ky0433L0UCH5e_aVohmKuV7sSwfuQk6wANrKcop5EElpv3w0b01aFzYXDloJ5CQQfQr1Q3ykEw3x1LeHstdGZd-3oJM233o/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBKL5TlhUg_7IF7-k0wu6efHmZP-4ImQrSKEk0rs_Dk_mLBXl4tniWbP6PYB8tMLXzVJoPip2SDNtxd3IomECKa1KbLpkCfNlgE2A4N8_hKEKUHbah1HtHHvySkjKEBOvAeXGBizQi5o/s1600/IMG_2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBKL5TlhUg_7IF7-k0wu6efHmZP-4ImQrSKEk0rs_Dk_mLBXl4tniWbP6PYB8tMLXzVJoPip2SDNtxd3IomECKa1KbLpkCfNlgE2A4N8_hKEKUHbah1HtHHvySkjKEBOvAeXGBizQi5o/s400/IMG_2312.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And after six long years of the hallway driving him crazy... finally painted, carpeted, and finished. Whew! I think he is happier about that than any other thing he did. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-91076113419736416712011-02-19T10:24:00.000-08:002011-02-19T10:24:21.876-08:00Harrison #4 Arrives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTE4EzkOhWSYD79Bikc5-Aax7SCav-O1ytAno8iQKHWdux1UcyPC9LioJTGXcIo4hPr7fqqgasfwN_1GIrvugaupD76uDJ4OqFocRi_A8VkVNOs0WLUuZj_e8a-CPTpJtroLJ_elNeC4/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTE4EzkOhWSYD79Bikc5-Aax7SCav-O1ytAno8iQKHWdux1UcyPC9LioJTGXcIo4hPr7fqqgasfwN_1GIrvugaupD76uDJ4OqFocRi_A8VkVNOs0WLUuZj_e8a-CPTpJtroLJ_elNeC4/s640/IMG_2212.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aidan Shad Harrison: 8 lbs. 9 oz. 21 ¼" </div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-51703158308676745492010-09-13T16:10:00.000-07:002010-09-13T16:10:55.672-07:00Potty trained?!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am not very good at updating my blog with current information so, being the stellar blogger that I am, here is a bit of exciting news that actually occurred several months ago. Ok, it was April. There have been set backs of course. Some of which seem much more humorous now than they did at the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most memorable setback... finding my daughter pooping behind the curtain in our kitchen. It is her favorite place to hide. Aaaah! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Second place... driving four hours (actual drive on a good day=two hours) to get to Ogden to go camping. We stopped at Arby's in Kaysville to change, and then the side of the road on a potty with curious onlookers at the mouth of the canyon. And then, on the way home, at Burger King at the mouth of the canyon again to change. We ended our trip with her in a diaper... that was dry when we arrived home. Longest trip ever! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Madelaine is now convinced that she is too big for her potty and needs to use the toilet (except of course to poop). And don't try to help, or you will hear an emphatic, "I do it!" </span>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-59315270127928052182010-09-13T15:05:00.000-07:002010-09-13T15:05:43.368-07:00Camping at Payson Lakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXoyYip8kd9kJXsIwVnfqcEtPslEpVAvh2ZWgTklCzJdU6Gqvbyty2FOqESSOevdqLE7VDUWcAL-3ctra5z-4DATchL1L6Pepn0AWMkdwLxfgvIFuMYgbWE3gP1RuEFsH-YmJRJg183c/s1600/IMG_1903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXoyYip8kd9kJXsIwVnfqcEtPslEpVAvh2ZWgTklCzJdU6Gqvbyty2FOqESSOevdqLE7VDUWcAL-3ctra5z-4DATchL1L6Pepn0AWMkdwLxfgvIFuMYgbWE3gP1RuEFsH-YmJRJg183c/s640/IMG_1903.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brandon, me, and Madelaine went on our first family trip together. This summer's camping trips have not started out successfully, however they have ended up well. We were planning on going up Morgan Canyon, then we saw the camp sites... concrete pads with metal roofs, swarming with mosquitoes from the lake. We had a nice little drive and came home. Then decided to go to Payson Lakes where we had a great time, luckily we made it there before all the Fourth of July celebrators arrived. It was beautiful. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked around several lakes and found this great hike to a waterfall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Madelaine loved walking on the bridges, and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> sticking her toes in the cold water. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some of you may have already had suspicions, well you are on to us! We are so excited to be welcoming the newest member of our family sometime mid January. Madelaine sings her favorite song (I Love to See the Temple) to the baby every night.</span>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-10013956355752789622010-04-22T06:32:00.000-07:002010-04-22T06:32:57.393-07:00Beautiful Baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted to enter these photos into a contest, in hopes to win some scholarship money. Unfortunately it didn't work out, but I thought I would share some of my favorites. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycVDVdq0fWmB5-inng5DltaUcz3dc0BDBmQgxGHRDz2gPdD_LJMnwaZkveEL3CUMnEtGrMOdESGFhVWaVgXTjzI0fNLvq8lZ-no02ZAqGDOc5-4AG_HRZV715Oi1F0IQRzkTarcGIB9A/s1600/IMG_1608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycVDVdq0fWmB5-inng5DltaUcz3dc0BDBmQgxGHRDz2gPdD_LJMnwaZkveEL3CUMnEtGrMOdESGFhVWaVgXTjzI0fNLvq8lZ-no02ZAqGDOc5-4AG_HRZV715Oi1F0IQRzkTarcGIB9A/s640/IMG_1608.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-28086889702232618262010-04-05T13:19:00.000-07:002010-04-16T15:12:49.044-07:00Easter Traditions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvLFPI4PjQIol4dgsMi4wcJ3oKf8C65DNCJnAZCONvI0v2NU95UlMRlHGCWj7359RRxZlKdfPjXbItdvCUT_OZF4CuK1_AU1JHTYDFp9eFXHpARWm3lhm7bIXwoI-Qt0AdadJ-AjX6RM/s1600/Easter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvLFPI4PjQIol4dgsMi4wcJ3oKf8C65DNCJnAZCONvI0v2NU95UlMRlHGCWj7359RRxZlKdfPjXbItdvCUT_OZF4CuK1_AU1JHTYDFp9eFXHpARWm3lhm7bIXwoI-Qt0AdadJ-AjX6RM/s640/Easter.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div>I have always enjoyed coloring eggs at Easter; perhaps its the artist in me that makes this activity one I look forward to. Brandon introduced me to rolling eggs when I joined the Harrisons. This year Madelaine was old enough to participate in this fun, yet symbolic tradition. Holidays, for me, are about family: spending time, talking, cooking, traditions, and just being together. Thankfully it doesn't end with this life, because of our Savior and His resurrection we will be together throughout the eternities, what a great comfort to have this knowledge. Easter, what a fun inspiring time of year. <br />
<div></div><div align="center"></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-12556927259130576512010-02-11T08:55:00.000-08:002010-02-11T09:21:14.954-08:00Madelaine is Walking<span style="font-family:arial;">Madelaine, with the encouragement of Alli, finally took her first steps without assistance January 20. She was having a great time taking one or two steps, then falling down giggling.</span> <br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSS0-omi2OkJfOryTXgMjoK9m76N4833RT3IhvHmg7DsKFS2rW2fUYd5scpD8cChSaKpakIDkI593Bk0xvL46tf4r-A3DbY4f_xzgy-_DSm7ydXv4Ub9acIehmb9Kzn21uJTISaoPOAtQ/s1600-h/First+Steps1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437032223736718978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSS0-omi2OkJfOryTXgMjoK9m76N4833RT3IhvHmg7DsKFS2rW2fUYd5scpD8cChSaKpakIDkI593Bk0xvL46tf4r-A3DbY4f_xzgy-_DSm7ydXv4Ub9acIehmb9Kzn21uJTISaoPOAtQ/s400/First+Steps1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6IAQliahi4xNJz3M9NYBD2vEVbp3f7p72abBrjsFWCb98dagtGHdcCgW-P8jawhkkN3AToB0zmBIk_a5I77Wqqi72QcE2C5ksWvJT3jCFls6i8fwgSAZ8CqDApGXDhoTtJeT-uiXl4o/s1600-h/First+Steps2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437032216881984290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6IAQliahi4xNJz3M9NYBD2vEVbp3f7p72abBrjsFWCb98dagtGHdcCgW-P8jawhkkN3AToB0zmBIk_a5I77Wqqi72QcE2C5ksWvJT3jCFls6i8fwgSAZ8CqDApGXDhoTtJeT-uiXl4o/s400/First+Steps2.jpg" /></a> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9olnAYpajhKgrVp3cKM2h20gYO8nXh7FJ1MSeNe30L-MAdrcpw1EsC1pSnTJ3hXiLbExQIQ6cO8A07PeyBnOFJ5MsKNBG3VMOHoOQG5Y1iySawsljEEknBgin_ErqZWhrNDUaGNc7WGg/s1600-h/First+Steps3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437032206305362882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9olnAYpajhKgrVp3cKM2h20gYO8nXh7FJ1MSeNe30L-MAdrcpw1EsC1pSnTJ3hXiLbExQIQ6cO8A07PeyBnOFJ5MsKNBG3VMOHoOQG5Y1iySawsljEEknBgin_ErqZWhrNDUaGNc7WGg/s400/First+Steps3.jpg" /></a></p><span style="font-family:arial;">I can't imagine what Madelaine was giggling about with Alli!?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZB7NyMC_r05e1HF96pCQAGuesgdPBjlCOMPQYp7rjW-8VpjfGi-WHjHKWEqYnkLggRddAij22KbEOOzgWZ8zkGHeWtHRfQsZ5qwd86T48Of0V5XHo8kGCcuCw0pDhZMjb8a0QayyjrSQ/s1600-h/First+Steps+Alli.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437032199116126162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZB7NyMC_r05e1HF96pCQAGuesgdPBjlCOMPQYp7rjW-8VpjfGi-WHjHKWEqYnkLggRddAij22KbEOOzgWZ8zkGHeWtHRfQsZ5qwd86T48Of0V5XHo8kGCcuCw0pDhZMjb8a0QayyjrSQ/s400/First+Steps+Alli.jpg" /></a></p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-47324922766349821192009-11-11T13:04:00.000-08:002009-11-11T14:40:01.475-08:00Don't call us, its the Fourth<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Every year we spend the fourth of July in Richfield; no exceptions! Brandon has only missed it twice (and he was on his mission, so those two times don't really count). It is redneck celebrating at its best. What would the fourth be without family (sporting matching t-shirts), good food, diaper derbies, parades featuring trucks and tractors, uncle Vics cotton candy, bounce houses, and a front lawn covered in tents? Yup we wouldn't miss it. Madelaine's first fourth was a tiring success!</span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2Xqy7zbZ9snGGFRyWixrL8B4zhPYG_k6F8hGBX7FaRyUmzv3jGXDKAjXzNWUi5-xlcDmdqIabuBzsf6eUR9SXzoklRCq2QKPSZ0q6ReydtBkDLE5d6-hpyrnJl3U1k-1PTCcucDD1po/s1600-h/IMG_0940.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402959949397194594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2Xqy7zbZ9snGGFRyWixrL8B4zhPYG_k6F8hGBX7FaRyUmzv3jGXDKAjXzNWUi5-xlcDmdqIabuBzsf6eUR9SXzoklRCq2QKPSZ0q6ReydtBkDLE5d6-hpyrnJl3U1k-1PTCcucDD1po/s400/IMG_0940.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Our patrotic baby tuckered out!</span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdCRFqEE9DkyRon2y6BTxNc07Oyq0P4rqnlLT0AOqL7yV88m1aj9dMqPAtDSw597BcyUgVwLyyPtG1kryq_M7_5QhlTvugm0mcFpPyWKkFQgd0PEYG8lLiol3K7l1HITajZ1jiXj7cLg/s1600-h/IMG_0937.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402959244514030882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdCRFqEE9DkyRon2y6BTxNc07Oyq0P4rqnlLT0AOqL7yV88m1aj9dMqPAtDSw597BcyUgVwLyyPtG1kryq_M7_5QhlTvugm0mcFpPyWKkFQgd0PEYG8lLiol3K7l1HITajZ1jiXj7cLg/s400/IMG_0937.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The family was in the shade this year.<br /></span></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAk5i6AIQerz-r_6DLJP2yWbGPHVEk8lVHfolREfXyFt-wIH8L7zdHnXI_x6qNP6UBpzou37Ejgj9REgh_Nu5MxYBdT4Io43Yp33nMMzjhZHyVWBoNQFBtanJnRKf_6-lzP4gz5efFA4/s1600-h/IMG_0935.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402958750895804130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAk5i6AIQerz-r_6DLJP2yWbGPHVEk8lVHfolREfXyFt-wIH8L7zdHnXI_x6qNP6UBpzou37Ejgj9REgh_Nu5MxYBdT4Io43Yp33nMMzjhZHyVWBoNQFBtanJnRKf_6-lzP4gz5efFA4/s400/IMG_0935.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Madelaine checking out the candy Dad scored for her. Oh, the candy lover in training.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEj4t7Nr34FktNBn-ACfG_MA92rDjFD_JEPcyDLozonPUDhndKOK60vJNEOV6ahqZg5Wk5W0ntEaguVM5TeLS0cEUJRwCJ7BSyzstqYKaXSfxmTvOcbH1UI97OMoA4mjWS4Y2CBrYGQA/s1600-h/IMG_0910.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402958746707865906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEj4t7Nr34FktNBn-ACfG_MA92rDjFD_JEPcyDLozonPUDhndKOK60vJNEOV6ahqZg5Wk5W0ntEaguVM5TeLS0cEUJRwCJ7BSyzstqYKaXSfxmTvOcbH1UI97OMoA4mjWS4Y2CBrYGQA/s400/IMG_0910.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />Tinfoil dinners at Monrovian Park.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8FrDcVJD_7gPjUIv5zKFB_Jg4svUMfklHPHBXoNbnysHsVvjazTTNph33aM8DhruuaxuP9q4LgpIW9H1FVK_EXYAY4fujk2MXt-M83LOIw_2gUeowyGlV3WqN8wdtW0GAkg-LJinwW0/s1600-h/IMG_0908.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402958741789087954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8FrDcVJD_7gPjUIv5zKFB_Jg4svUMfklHPHBXoNbnysHsVvjazTTNph33aM8DhruuaxuP9q4LgpIW9H1FVK_EXYAY4fujk2MXt-M83LOIw_2gUeowyGlV3WqN8wdtW0GAkg-LJinwW0/s400/IMG_0908.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDwkFEFjxHhV_QiM7bnT5hG9tEUGb47JGPOGf-FqbsuVQrGcw5vq36MPYivdy-7vaxpb-HpBKnq3vbBfjdrqzGCpbwpr8Qh31mlruN1nphGrHULD2bpGv3cukbChxLHomylc-4IXc694/s1600-h/IMG_0923.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402958732933342274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDwkFEFjxHhV_QiM7bnT5hG9tEUGb47JGPOGf-FqbsuVQrGcw5vq36MPYivdy-7vaxpb-HpBKnq3vbBfjdrqzGCpbwpr8Qh31mlruN1nphGrHULD2bpGv3cukbChxLHomylc-4IXc694/s400/IMG_0923.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Hiking up waterfall canyon. Luckily for Andy there weren't any snakes this year.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDbwBdmoDIAzcVPXxM7K3bfMvMAdS550eUZ3pZE5L4fxWGRWecUOwKMW6Ffqhs3J96xoppfBScES5nHKJzt9JcFhruRrvuyYzAnIieypXapJyzZB9Ju9ZCi-i1orgY97VPdNAMHTSgWM/s1600-h/IMG_0931.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402958727461683186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDbwBdmoDIAzcVPXxM7K3bfMvMAdS550eUZ3pZE5L4fxWGRWecUOwKMW6Ffqhs3J96xoppfBScES5nHKJzt9JcFhruRrvuyYzAnIieypXapJyzZB9Ju9ZCi-i1orgY97VPdNAMHTSgWM/s400/IMG_0931.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Madelaine would have nipped this contest in the bud if it were a few months later. Our diaper derby winner!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-43414313951316851012009-11-11T12:40:00.000-08:002009-11-11T14:39:05.697-08:00Crazy Cousins<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZ0qbemH90jdfu2xM23NKLac4FhRPpsw3tTyobT6IkFiTZSbpalaAR7PkpgFOMUtmLcAQf7rGVQiFRh4saj-wJlJKq9u9woBXzu1UId51wMid_Yo9YVuC165noPScnv0a2U1U2sSxvKk/s1600-h/IMG_1023.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBynJXSgr5I0_VCdXRUHUHJNqEHGQk25iSC-r0uyet4V9jn2k3O7hrxOhCOin1wk4HZJO037DNRpUSXqaK_SPXdORbY6eemK7VtWlQ4KOo7a-KmbZigHL1oM8WU6yn9RsxYFs0vU2wSfA/s1600-h/IMG_0961.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402949189138142002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBynJXSgr5I0_VCdXRUHUHJNqEHGQk25iSC-r0uyet4V9jn2k3O7hrxOhCOin1wk4HZJO037DNRpUSXqaK_SPXdORbY6eemK7VtWlQ4KOo7a-KmbZigHL1oM8WU6yn9RsxYFs0vU2wSfA/s400/IMG_0961.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">When Madelaine was first born Allison was so excited to meet her in the hospital. Since their introductions they have become inseparable. Wherever Allison goes she takes Madelaine with her, whether they crawl, or walk hand in hand. Madelaine squeals and waves her arms with excitement when she hears her cousins at the door. We are so lucky to be able to enjoy Allison and Ian's company every day. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuUzKjj3zOIH7tqbZjTjaSJPYL81KV1AAYqwdHEdYadrLbVIpe5_fkzt0mJ_uWrrcGFP6JO1AHP-cDbbsS_gCIstmee8TlqEhjIXRY_vRy91xiwFAICRZD1Dx-EaG_13ZWU9eN2BVRJo/s1600-h/IMG_0983.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402949186691798322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuUzKjj3zOIH7tqbZjTjaSJPYL81KV1AAYqwdHEdYadrLbVIpe5_fkzt0mJ_uWrrcGFP6JO1AHP-cDbbsS_gCIstmee8TlqEhjIXRY_vRy91xiwFAICRZD1Dx-EaG_13ZWU9eN2BVRJo/s400/IMG_0983.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ian is always there to comfort Madelaine and make her giggle.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">These cousins have crazy, fun whenever they are together.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-9959860849790718802009-11-11T12:29:00.000-08:002009-11-11T14:38:25.204-08:00First Pig-Tails<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-TAQ6QuuJ76GqrtAEA6MqeqjWMVA5_FjLyzcT2aWtilXCjoW4rCB1E2z_h0ryJB69nf9ue0Tk-IU6nN7fHfDjrLzC4txNRUVZEK99VpMmbrTolOc9jLvCLrXlT0RLW59Uc_k31ppMLg/s1600-h/IMG_0969.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402946394689015618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-TAQ6QuuJ76GqrtAEA6MqeqjWMVA5_FjLyzcT2aWtilXCjoW4rCB1E2z_h0ryJB69nf9ue0Tk-IU6nN7fHfDjrLzC4txNRUVZEK99VpMmbrTolOc9jLvCLrXlT0RLW59Uc_k31ppMLg/s400/IMG_0969.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center">These first pig-tails occurred in July. </p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-4389650546757629952009-07-30T14:32:00.000-07:002009-07-30T14:45:56.840-07:00Shout out to Centerville<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4928mnHArQLSU63f4FDaaRYg-dAYBL7tnxN4n6PojmtD0hVIn_JxU96o9eInAGlijugk-sRxhK-nAP0HtuYkAjJn2G0-8LM_BFgR2AmNnNOBCP3P74YZviYDzMI5GLqiqUyHzPbuyjhE/s1600-h/IMG_0692.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364369847814835474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4928mnHArQLSU63f4FDaaRYg-dAYBL7tnxN4n6PojmtD0hVIn_JxU96o9eInAGlijugk-sRxhK-nAP0HtuYkAjJn2G0-8LM_BFgR2AmNnNOBCP3P74YZviYDzMI5GLqiqUyHzPbuyjhE/s400/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>First, congratulations to Jess!! She is getting married in T minus thirty six days and counting. We are so excited for her. Welcome to the family Jordan! I'm not sure what this face is that Madelaine is making... elation, excitement, fear, or maybe she is just a freezing chili. Thanks for the onesie, Jess. We love you.B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-15864944827739335372009-07-30T14:24:00.000-07:002009-07-30T14:31:45.327-07:00Shout out to Seattle<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53K_jW8Ou9Qu2h1kHKzuA-ehM6Y1pdCGb7Krwm6GUl3VN5u1BUBFXoTQAdp6lM9Y2qo99enIa58xyFM3icvjwxj03ZjeJE6RsG1BOPiYd9bLZW_WPqVyX-ZSOX5KPFI6n72j4fjR10I8/s1600-h/IMG_0682.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364368204612387122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53K_jW8Ou9Qu2h1kHKzuA-ehM6Y1pdCGb7Krwm6GUl3VN5u1BUBFXoTQAdp6lM9Y2qo99enIa58xyFM3icvjwxj03ZjeJE6RsG1BOPiYd9bLZW_WPqVyX-ZSOX5KPFI6n72j4fjR10I8/s400/IMG_0682.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br />Thanks to Michelle and Korynne for the super cute outfit for Madelaine. This was one of my favorites and I was bummed when she grew out of it.B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-2166501107350766832009-07-30T13:34:00.000-07:002009-07-30T14:22:45.429-07:00April Conference Weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_f7uB6Njq0I3sooeua7NCvpKBkQvNQpx_TVkBZQu7hUN42q2YLuJXK85myGvCq4dPSAkwmRPGvZX-7esKSZI1jRo3jHafIE9TNt-5UB1ILIzI6QVvcgjmC0dyDisdM3PsxOcO53r44sA/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"></a><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">The time seems to fly by so quickly, and a lot has happened since my last post, so here is an attempt to catch up. April's General Conference was inspiring, and a special one because we spent it at the Barker's cabin, with family. Brandon and I had the opportunity to go snowshoeing together. It was so amazing! The last time we went, I was pregnant. I didn't realize how much I missed it. The snow was falling and everything was fresh and serene. Thank you to Grandma and Heather for keeping Madelaine company while we were gone.</span> </div><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9okfyOYbXulCVo3spbYHDEkYd7223HIiICvfssbap09hNGulYYuJ8RCkwxuio80peH6UOxUbLeah-fOZRZuIKW88Bj3Q5-qM_j31z-ggiTpur6mx-a-xn5dGsqxG-q2It_rElbC_bRI/s1600-h/IMG_0727.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364358487199628690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9okfyOYbXulCVo3spbYHDEkYd7223HIiICvfssbap09hNGulYYuJ8RCkwxuio80peH6UOxUbLeah-fOZRZuIKW88Bj3Q5-qM_j31z-ggiTpur6mx-a-xn5dGsqxG-q2It_rElbC_bRI/s400/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">It was one of the first times Madelaine spent a lot of time with her cousins and she had a ball. She loves her cousin Josh. </span></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQ-FS6kmhwlv6xjFmtA3JVqhNeoFuGEzkNGYw50_2OkgRgepakvA8TrMjmiJZYEvsC-oGO9H2bzcASytAi9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-83293406581368732072009-05-04T10:47:00.000-07:002009-05-04T11:08:21.053-07:00Helping Hands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfQPIvxPNIvqV7rWIi6Iwjn6vvq0OWdjf0EgCkP6T-17sEwiRjHvBA3kyL7MuzI4d45hR8bq4wyTHKH6yesp0fmBXAAEFRk4oUeVDZDLLqZuygLWVybR0BVIrC5rQ3jETUyJXe_ICiwg/s1600-h/Orange+Helper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027189359709042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfQPIvxPNIvqV7rWIi6Iwjn6vvq0OWdjf0EgCkP6T-17sEwiRjHvBA3kyL7MuzI4d45hR8bq4wyTHKH6yesp0fmBXAAEFRk4oUeVDZDLLqZuygLWVybR0BVIrC5rQ3jETUyJXe_ICiwg/s400/Orange+Helper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-27758503211575767272009-04-14T13:03:00.000-07:002009-05-04T10:45:00.483-07:00Introductions<span style="font-family:arial;">Max and Maureen drove up from New Mexico to visit in March. Madelaine was thrilled to finally meet her Uncle and Aunt. </span> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA8hlgwziKuaBsfMcJFVdPE1V8RgvEAf4PMgIpMY8pVswUND706CjpZ3h3a3Ep6DygnZQs_2Qgkqf1Ki2L4VjyQUzq_vcZT5JvH35avPT3xBOlYCZUvatyAm7691BG6zk-7U3RlYnLhs/s1600-h/Balancing+Act_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324645807266667458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA8hlgwziKuaBsfMcJFVdPE1V8RgvEAf4PMgIpMY8pVswUND706CjpZ3h3a3Ep6DygnZQs_2Qgkqf1Ki2L4VjyQUzq_vcZT5JvH35avPT3xBOlYCZUvatyAm7691BG6zk-7U3RlYnLhs/s400/Balancing+Act_edited.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHc3uDbuCb90X7ukJCuhRy9AoBiz2dOByNn3w1C8QLLq_Y94gENl043VpHKTF1v0cPePCZStORBag3AYLE9LHrQRJFHt-z05vWBy-9CkCtYgXTUOdSXpD8rny2EDcrqN7otXnQUpuL3s/s1600-h/Max+and+Mo+with+Madelaine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644329779532082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHc3uDbuCb90X7ukJCuhRy9AoBiz2dOByNn3w1C8QLLq_Y94gENl043VpHKTF1v0cPePCZStORBag3AYLE9LHrQRJFHt-z05vWBy-9CkCtYgXTUOdSXpD8rny2EDcrqN7otXnQUpuL3s/s400/Max+and+Mo+with+Madelaine.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">While Max and Maureen were here we went Geocaching at Emigration Canyon Dog Park, which I have never done. I must admit the thrill of the hunt was pretty intense, and painful, when Brandon led us through a marsh and then some prickly underbrush. Perhaps we will think twice next time about letting him lead with the GPS. He seems to blaze new trails wherever he goes. Geocaching also turned out to be terrifying. All those four-legged pets running around, Ian was facing one of his greatest fears. Dogs! Madelaine didn't seem to mind though, she giggled the entire time.</span> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz99MPOv1n6_P9r4IxYO_9T_w_0w_nWExKoIQckPbSeiSZPsDBzRHMec5a_6FatGQGc4fLeJXL2cmIzyI2kdd7bnqIXE6a3NCrQu24zbm7_vX7QKNDmdQ8qOLOK9zIBXdCZhGfRZDjw3Q/s1600-h/M+Geocaching.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644325524313842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz99MPOv1n6_P9r4IxYO_9T_w_0w_nWExKoIQckPbSeiSZPsDBzRHMec5a_6FatGQGc4fLeJXL2cmIzyI2kdd7bnqIXE6a3NCrQu24zbm7_vX7QKNDmdQ8qOLOK9zIBXdCZhGfRZDjw3Q/s400/M+Geocaching.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">It was great to be together. We have really missed having Max and Maureen close.</span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1SRKY9n5nZqxj7Htxk2I4wtw5LMXejCzVTjJMo6NpW1PrYqL62hACBXRouaRkslVlcGWhmGwrc0Kb5VmyH7ru7b4EkoaPQh17yXGtUZM16J5oQvKeVCWy65nfGz5mNX-DmptdYGEoaA/s1600-h/Alli+photographer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644321364284594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1SRKY9n5nZqxj7Htxk2I4wtw5LMXejCzVTjJMo6NpW1PrYqL62hACBXRouaRkslVlcGWhmGwrc0Kb5VmyH7ru7b4EkoaPQh17yXGtUZM16J5oQvKeVCWy65nfGz5mNX-DmptdYGEoaA/s400/Alli+photographer.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-65506134220946999102009-04-14T12:27:00.000-07:002009-04-14T13:03:12.772-07:00A Typical Response to Dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdb8qLXOiCXKOwbFy4eOoE-fNZ_dck14Dxz2kenMLemY8mVJED1p2B7deDaGVejwQXVtx928U2_dRbtvw8M9D-SlJ6e6jfUaSNhPahqEbO9GeQDoqxuPofZuGKQXWZSsFNafQhGWpnW-c/s1600-h/Ugh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635885298201362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdb8qLXOiCXKOwbFy4eOoE-fNZ_dck14Dxz2kenMLemY8mVJED1p2B7deDaGVejwQXVtx928U2_dRbtvw8M9D-SlJ6e6jfUaSNhPahqEbO9GeQDoqxuPofZuGKQXWZSsFNafQhGWpnW-c/s400/Ugh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Shock.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawuWjD74etJPD6YjBi0bvDhsuECTnUtN9tXh6VRoeZXEpkkYLhXCN1Ft3BmVy9Cm1oODEoAH6G-rQ5Bbv3IU-jPvJHzPETj13ZRUWkgV8l4qr286F7d1SFt24k6yE3YPBRps6yo1Jp88/s1600-h/Stop+Dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635884251363106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawuWjD74etJPD6YjBi0bvDhsuECTnUtN9tXh6VRoeZXEpkkYLhXCN1Ft3BmVy9Cm1oODEoAH6G-rQ5Bbv3IU-jPvJHzPETj13ZRUWkgV8l4qr286F7d1SFt24k6yE3YPBRps6yo1Jp88/s400/Stop+Dad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Annoyance.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CPeNSKsJ8-HjRCyqng-6asQCg8klWOnrcWoXT3-zQ5GfMjuv_xZaxEgEIaT6BmwhUjzSVwtJiuXt1kLRBtF_2vyuTRQ8gHYZ6hRHx5u1sHbAwW6XLqAmTqEWUAmmcYJCqtNnRfmtbWs/s1600-h/Unwanted+Kiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635888914708226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CPeNSKsJ8-HjRCyqng-6asQCg8klWOnrcWoXT3-zQ5GfMjuv_xZaxEgEIaT6BmwhUjzSVwtJiuXt1kLRBtF_2vyuTRQ8gHYZ6hRHx5u1sHbAwW6XLqAmTqEWUAmmcYJCqtNnRfmtbWs/s400/Unwanted+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Reluctant acceptance.<br /></div><div></div>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-70132909612802183152009-03-02T10:18:00.000-08:002009-03-10T18:12:59.179-07:00Tea Party Time!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0uTKKV7FJTWsD9Dc7J85t7DxkYdsm29VFLtja559RpTOSM0yVSVF-8wGh_W7HlIpQ2kc0WIz7kW06lwmSMVXc5LYQJ31i01kqIVUBUL0UnCqkyB_dOWOC-0Y5BfyewBuv-wOdnXyK4E/s1600-h/A+Toast.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308662194108658530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0uTKKV7FJTWsD9Dc7J85t7DxkYdsm29VFLtja559RpTOSM0yVSVF-8wGh_W7HlIpQ2kc0WIz7kW06lwmSMVXc5LYQJ31i01kqIVUBUL0UnCqkyB_dOWOC-0Y5BfyewBuv-wOdnXyK4E/s400/A+Toast.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YTc2zSOQ0z-kRjKWLaT0Lh9qQEjmOx40imZtcHjfG7q5C9DpY6uOfqvcr54gaKhWodpqRRwqNU-38gYTDLUcIfqwVS0Ft9R0ZPIIvISuW4oucDgzpdcBFaDSvv_jwy0oVVa23Znte4Y/s1600-h/Telina+and+Alli.jpg"></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">February 14th is the bringer of love and (at the Harrison's) the North Wind. This year he made an extra stop at the Diaz home, bringing Alli and Ian a tea set. </span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YTc2zSOQ0z-kRjKWLaT0Lh9qQEjmOx40imZtcHjfG7q5C9DpY6uOfqvcr54gaKhWodpqRRwqNU-38gYTDLUcIfqwVS0Ft9R0ZPIIvISuW4oucDgzpdcBFaDSvv_jwy0oVVa23Znte4Y/s1600-h/Telina+and+Alli.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308662203413688034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YTc2zSOQ0z-kRjKWLaT0Lh9qQEjmOx40imZtcHjfG7q5C9DpY6uOfqvcr54gaKhWodpqRRwqNU-38gYTDLUcIfqwVS0Ft9R0ZPIIvISuW4oucDgzpdcBFaDSvv_jwy0oVVa23Znte4Y/s400/Telina+and+Alli.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">So... we enjoyed having a Tea Party with another Valentine's Day tradition, decorating sugar cookies. The cookies weren't exactly crumpets, but they were delicious all the same. And luckily for Ian, Grandma was ready to pour...</span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxc4-SkE34x-OaF-90icDmiZBa5FWgZM6UOx1thxgxY9pLXDLgiS3NCZJrpnxVbHeOOQPbZXKJwGa_ZJKWsnP-A7EEHopBtxKPpaA937Dsnz9VU2xcnRMu7sX86rF4gnYq-GtPqUA1oNk/s1600-h/Ian+Sipping.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308662223961032434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxc4-SkE34x-OaF-90icDmiZBa5FWgZM6UOx1thxgxY9pLXDLgiS3NCZJrpnxVbHeOOQPbZXKJwGa_ZJKWsnP-A7EEHopBtxKPpaA937Dsnz9VU2xcnRMu7sX86rF4gnYq-GtPqUA1oNk/s400/Ian+Sipping.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppInagcSA4AfBIESlaVtpmOWrLtxB4yhaCYHHff_Ms4Q4oHFNlDdRpYQy4hVCNEH4kQoywEU6M80ffq4aIZ1d8sr6IRc2d9CA_oALtpws6ZCc1I5kn5cXguoRsJ1OzOwbTY5XB3I6hik/s1600-h/Mom+and+Ian.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308662205782905250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppInagcSA4AfBIESlaVtpmOWrLtxB4yhaCYHHff_Ms4Q4oHFNlDdRpYQy4hVCNEH4kQoywEU6M80ffq4aIZ1d8sr6IRc2d9CA_oALtpws6ZCc1I5kn5cXguoRsJ1OzOwbTY5XB3I6hik/s400/Mom+and+Ian.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">...and pour.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Mmmmm pink lemonade.</span> </p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077112917138232436.post-24574190220273598992009-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:002009-03-10T16:48:06.161-07:00White Shoes Forever<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp2zEdcH-WMDGAt6si8obCvfdBIlCbFhkyRkxacy45hyfMlW2LftAOSpzCrR_xBaOkQhihnv3snUhV9mJDmOXahhnmyVNHCut8Z-in8k3kPylgbToRHujeOAInS8RxJTrXVMad5grycs/s1600-h/Shoes+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304952022639135890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp2zEdcH-WMDGAt6si8obCvfdBIlCbFhkyRkxacy45hyfMlW2LftAOSpzCrR_xBaOkQhihnv3snUhV9mJDmOXahhnmyVNHCut8Z-in8k3kPylgbToRHujeOAInS8RxJTrXVMad5grycs/s400/Shoes+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">"I don't believe you still wear those shoes!" exclaimed Shane when he stopped by from Vietnam en route to Vegas. He bought the antiques back in 1984 at a Kelly Magleby yard sale, used. Brandon inherited them when Shane went on his mission in 1990.</span></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">My first encounter occurred in 2000 when Brandon took me, in the LUV, with him to copy some papers for work. He was dressed to the nines in a pair of blue windbreaker pants, the white shoes, a t-shirt (it may have even been the cow shirt), and his grandfather's mustard colored Mr. Rogers sweater jacket.<br /><br />Eight years later, while remodeling our upstairs, Brandon asked me to cut some wood. I informed him I didn't have any shoes, or socks. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">"Just slip on my white shoes." he told me.<br /></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdn-h0e5sCiOetaj6qgfDOLGd-QgKXpYqa75wLettuwpblO0PRE1kRf9O2s0oPbYxKuEku6DS_zPl6h2fFI__A23j9A7n9G4fINBiKFOgCgwykPkf0fThAFPPC9y9-3ItZEDkRxJipwoc/s1600-h/Shoes+1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304950543869379458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdn-h0e5sCiOetaj6qgfDOLGd-QgKXpYqa75wLettuwpblO0PRE1kRf9O2s0oPbYxKuEku6DS_zPl6h2fFI__A23j9A7n9G4fINBiKFOgCgwykPkf0fThAFPPC9y9-3ItZEDkRxJipwoc/s400/Shoes+1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Of course I laughed and went back downstairs. When I relayed the event to my good friend, Amor, she said it best, "he asked you to put your feet where?!"</span></p>B j M ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551707826670920443noreply@blogger.com2