tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15911705063633686712024-03-21T19:33:15.831-06:00Happenings at the Hemmerts!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-85513367779348480592012-06-12T19:42:00.000-06:002012-06-12T19:42:31.238-06:00Chandler's first swim meetJune 12, 2012
Today was Chandler's first ever swim meet. He was SUPER nervous. He even asked, "Why did you sign me up for this, Mom?" I assured him that you're always nervous the first time you do something. Fortunately for all of us, he has had the opportunity to do swim team everyday with two of his cousins, Daniel and Jacob. That has been great for him. Once we met up with them, he seemed to relax a bit.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was right before his first event, 50 m Freestyle. Can you see the nerves? He swam great. I think he got 3rd in his heat and 10th overall in his age group (out of 22).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just about to get on the platform.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off he goes...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other kids kept busy between events, watching Preston play on his Batman 'laptop'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ever the supportive brother, Ashton modeled Chan's goggles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for his second event, 50 m backstroke. Nerves still visible.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the water, ready to go. He ended up 12th out of 19 in his age group. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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We are so proud of Chandler and how hard he is working at swimming. Toward the end of last week, we thought something was bothering him or that he was getting sick. He was so quiet. We kept asking him about it and it turned out he was just totally exhausted from swimming laps everyday for an hour. I don't blame him! Way to go, Chandler!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-6425713799608576782012-06-12T15:20:00.000-06:002012-06-12T15:20:09.697-06:002012 Summerfest parade<div style="text-align: center;">
The first thing you should know about this parade last weekend is that it was FREEZING and super WINDY. It's one of the few parades around these parts that is held in the evening, and that is normally one of our favorite things, but it made for some cold boys. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys hung out in our little shelter thing waiting for the parade to start. Some of them were not very excited about the weather. (Chandler, Daniel, Anson, Preston, Jacob, and Joshua)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They perked right up when the Mountain View Bruin wanted a picture with them. They are our rival school, but we were pretty nice since the bruin was friendly with the boys. Take note, Orem Tiger!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler ran right out into the street to break a board with one of the local karate places.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared with a FREE Pepsi he got from one of the grocery store floats.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton loved getting the candy. One of my favorite things about this picture is our cute friend, Savanna dancing to one of the marching bands.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Only in Utah county will you see a float like this. Yep, that's Elizabeth Smart on the side. :)</td></tr>
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<br />Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-51019741552284848762012-06-12T15:02:00.001-06:002012-06-12T15:02:23.373-06:002012 Summerfest Carnival<div style="text-align: center;">
Summerfest (our city's annual celebration) is one of our family's favorite traditions. We spent way too much money at the carnival (as usual), but we figure it's an investment in memory. Highlights included a maiden voyage on the Gravitron for Preston and me (bleh), and lots of greasy food and shaved ice.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler getting off of the big slide</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton and Jared checking out one of the ambulances they had on display. Let's hope this is as close as he gets to the inside of one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton on the front of what he calls 'Fire Big Truck'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler riding the crash simulator--he crashed into Preston (see below).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston on the other side of the crash simulator. The thing only simulates a 5 mph crash, but you can still really feel the impact.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ash and Preston on the mini roller coaster. Preston's at that very unique age where he can still ride the baby rides and is just big enough for the BIG rides.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston and Ashton on the boats. That bell got really irritating after about 10 seconds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler and Dad waited patiently in the shade while Preston and I rode the ferris wheel.</td></tr>
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<br />Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-65056749071639460582012-06-12T14:39:00.000-06:002012-06-12T14:39:12.846-06:002012 Summer Baseball<div style="text-align: center;">
This year Chandler is playing machine pitch again and Preston is playing coach pitch. They are both having a great time and doing really well.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston, Ashton and Chandler before Preston's first game of the season. (Chandler hadn't received his shirt yet).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton and Mom--aka the cheerleaders</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-42595669163757783352012-06-02T08:02:00.001-06:002012-06-02T08:02:34.561-06:00Ashton's stitchesI have always been proud of the fact that in spite of having three active boys, we have never had ANY stitches in our family. It's one of those weird things that just didn't happen to us--despite close calls that occur almost daily. Then May 18, 2012 came along.
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Ashton loves to ride his zebra around our cul-de-sac. He was riding on the sidewalk and crashed. He landed chin first on the sidewalk and split it open. This was about 20 minutes before I was supposed to take the older boys to a friend's piano recital. Jared offered to take Ashton to the pediatrician's office for the stitches.</div>
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After the recital, I went to see how it was going. I walked into the room and immediately thought that Ashton was sedated. They assured me that he was not; he was just lying perfectly still and quiet. It was so unlike him, but he must have realized that this was serious business.</div>
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Our sweet boy after he was done. He was given a couple of stickers afterward and he couldn't have been happier about that. I went back to pick up the older boys and Ashton joined them immediately on the trampoline. He was right back in the action.</div>
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I think 9 1/2 years with 3 boys and no stitches is still a pretty good streak. I've also learned not to say things out loud or I'll jinx myself!</div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-50741800294789085382012-05-31T15:20:00.001-06:002012-05-31T18:01:08.118-06:002012 Memorial Day weekendWe spent Memorial Day at the cabin this year. The kids had a great time hanging out, fishing, playing on the swings, playing games, visiting with friends and family, and swimming. One of their favorite games was invented by their Dad. He named it, "show the branch who's boss." You swing on the big swing and then kick the branch. This is, apparently, REALLY fun for little boys.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston and Ashton playing Chinese Checkers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton at the cabin. If you look closely,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ashton riding the 'horse' at the cabin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Xander, Chandler (not too excited about having his picture taken again), Salem, Sutton and Preston on the swing set at the cabin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston getting ready to 'show the branch who's boss.' In case you were wounding, Preston was boss in this case.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the boys with the fish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our two amazing fishermen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fortunately for all of us, Jared grew up fishing, so he knows how to remove hooks, clean the fish, and even cook them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look, I'm even in a picture! Fishing with Ashton.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston, Chandler, Salem, Xander and Sutton eating at Hi-Mountain Drug in Kamas. It's one of our favorites!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler after his class race. He <i>just </i>missed making the grade level finals, which , in my opinion, is almost worse than getting 9th or 10th place. (see second video below) He was a great sport as always, though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preston, after his race. He came in second (see first video below) in the race, and then fourth in the finals.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very studly spectator Ashton</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian, Kolton and Chandler--good times with good friends.</td></tr>
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This morning was the annual walk-a-thon at the elementary school. I've been able to go every year to this and I know the boys really enjoy it. This year, they started off with a pep rally about healthy eating, drugs and exercise. It was attended by several BYU athletes as well as COSMO the cougar. Ashton was scared to death of Cosmo and it took some serious convincing to get him to come into the gym to watch. The crowd burst into cheers of, "BYU! BYU! BYU!" Preston got a dirty look on his face and refused to participate in the cheer (he's a Ute fan like his dad). After the assembly, it was time to get out and walk!</div>
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This is a fun way to get the school kids excited about exercise. They look forward to it every year!<br />
<br />Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-18855795642630015392012-05-23T14:06:00.005-06:002012-05-23T14:06:53.117-06:00Little followerAshton absolutely adores Chandler. This pictures demonstrates that. Chandler's den was doing the flag ceremony at Cub Scout pack meeting last night and Ashton could not stay in his seat. He had to follow Chandler and do what he was doing. I guess he could pick a worse idol. :)<br />
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<br />Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-32245304525447175822011-09-12T13:30:00.003-06:002011-09-12T13:43:29.532-06:00Jared's 2011 LOTOJA experience<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-RkBDQHR3F67wlUjEkroHuTJdgvVFwu6-T_70rCFMr3L5F29mdUc2OmVCOvfgJ1y45w9zB12XMHWeOJnBJrz18WtZv03gW_U16lym8pchZzA91L98dpnDfL9bxP3OQKU0bTNde5fz9k/s1600/photo%252811%2529.JPG"><br /></a><br />This is Jared's experience in his own words:<br /><br />As you all know Dan (Hemmert) and I completed the LOTOJA race on Saturday. 206 miles, 3 states, one day. It went over three mountain passes, through canyons and valleys and finished at the foot of the Tetons.<br />We started in the dark at 5:45am. Everyone was lit up like a Christmas tree with light reflectors. I hit two pot holes that nearly took me out because I couldn't see them. The first stage (Logan to Preston, ID) went really fast and seemed like a quick warm up for what was to come. We met up with our support crew in Preston. Dave Shallenberger and Lara Stewart were driving Dan's car as our support. We also had Jane Stewart who drove support for Dave Stewart and his team. We rode with his team the entire way (well, mostly). They consisted of BYU professors from various fields - Dave Stewart's riding buddies. After a quick bite to eat and refill on fluids in <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_0">Preston</span> we were off again. We rode from <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_1">Preston, ID</span> to Montpelier, ID. There was a huge <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_2">mountain pass</span> that we had to climb over called Strawberry Summit. It was grueling and painful but I felt good. Dan was doing great. We all met at the top of the summit to refuel. Since I weigh considerably more than the others, I go a lot faster on the descents. I was going over 50mph descending down to Montpelier. I was in a huge group of guys and we were in a straight line cruising into <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_3">Montpelier</span> like a high speed train. I was the first to meet up with Dave and the Stewarts for support. We ate a quick lunch, reloaded, refueled and were off again. The next stage was from Montpelier to Afton. We climbed up the canyon and over the mountain just outside of Montpelier. I struggled a bit on this climb. The big monster climb was about to come where we entered <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_4">Bridger</span> National Forest and climbed up to the <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_5">Salt River</span> pass. I fell off the group and struggled up that climb tremendously. I ran out of fluids to drink half way up. My body was reaching its limit. I had officially "bonked." I stopped on that huge hill probably 5 times. I reached the summit and nearly collapsed from exhaustion and lack of fluids. Dan and Dave Stewart had waited for me. I told them I was done. We had only ridden 110 miles at that point but I couldn't go any further. I had given up and would wait up there for a while then ride to <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1315855766_6">Afton</span> where I would meet with the support vehicle. I also lost my phone somewhere around Montpelier. Talk about frustrating. Two of the professors in Dave Stewart's group had thrown in the towel as well at the top of that Salt River summit. The three of us laid on the asphalt for about 20 minutes. I drank and drank and drank. Then I ate some food. As I laid there I was having a huge mental battle with myself. I had trained all spring and summer for this race and was quitting half way through it. That didn't sit well with me. I was devastated thinking of not finishing the race. We got on our bikes and started to ride to Afton. There was a huge descent so I was way ahead of those other two guys. I rode alone to Afton and got a little emotional a couple of time because I didn't want to quit the race but my body was telling me otherwise. By the time I reached Afton I had made my mind up that I wasn't going to quit. I ate some food and rested a few minutes. They offered to drive me from Afton to Alpine and skip the next stage so that I could still finish. This was very tempting, but I knew if I did that I would regret it later and it wouldn't feel the same if I had ridden the course in its entirety. One of the two professors who said they were quitting decided to keep going as well. It was just me and him, Professor Dan. He and I rode together to Alpine trading off pulling and drafting. We made it to Alpine and met up with our support crew. The Stewart support crew was gone. It was just Dave Shallenberger and Lara Stewart in Dan's car now. We refueled and started again. Dan (professor) told me to go ahead since he wouldn't be able to keep up with me. I had 47 miles to go. From Alpine up Snake River canyon to Jackson Hole. Dave Shallenberger told me they would stop every 5 miles or so to check on me rather than meet me in JH because I wasn't sure I would make it. I really struggled through the canyon. Professor Dan wasn't too far behind me. At mile 171 one of my rear spokes snapped. When this happens your wheel turns into a noodle. I was done. No phone. No support vehicle anywhere near me. It was over. Then a guy stopped and asked me if he could help. I asked if he could drive me to the finish since my spoke broke. He insisted that I take his rear wheel and finish the race. We exchanged wheels and I was off again. I met up with Dave and Lara a few miles later. I told them I had nothing left in the tank and was ready to quit. Everything hurt. My hands and fingers were totally numb. Feet were numb. Legs were like jelly. Butt and crotch area felt like I had been beaten with a bat. Back and shoulders hurt. Everything hurt. Dave told me that they would stay with me the remaining 20 miles if I couldn't go any further they would just drive me to the finish. Me and professor Dan got back on our bikes and rode past Hoback Junction. I couldn't ride very fast at all. We were going about 14mph on the flats. The sun was getting lower and lower. I told professor Dan that when we see Dave and Lara that I would get in the car and be done. I kept looking and looking for them around each turn. They weren't there. I later found out that Dave and Lara knew if they stopped again I would give up. So they went to the finish and hoped that we would make it. Professor Dan "pulled" me over the rollers and winding roads into Jackson. He kept encouraging me the entire way. At about 10 miles to go my right leg cramped up. I couldn't peddle anymore. I was fighting off the tears as I thought this was finally my undoing and I wouldn't finish with the sun almost down. We stopped and I stretched and mustered up the remaining mental willpower left in me and got back on the bike. The sun dipped behind the mountains and I knew the race officials would start kicking people off the course. I don't know how I did it but I rode the remaining 10 miles at about 10mph in tremendous pain. Professor Dan kept encouraging me. It was totally mind over body at this point. He told me to look up. I saw some lights in the distance. He said that was the finish. I was so happy to see those lights. It seemed like an eternity until we got close to those lights. Tons of people lined the street and were cheering us on. We crossed the finish line with about 30 minutes remaining before they closed the course. I collapsed with complete exhaustion and emotional tears flowed. Dave Shallenberger helped me get up and gave me a big hug. Dan Hemmert has his own story to tell, but he ended up finishing about 30 minutes before I did. I got my finishing medal and was filled with such joy and happiness of accomplishment. I trained hard all summer for this. Although I didn't finish with the group, I did finish. I got on the phone with Jaime and she told me a quote from Lance Armstrong, "Pain is temporary, but quitting is forever." That basically sums it all up. I knew that I would regret giving up. I found a way to keep going when I didn't have anything left in the tank. With the encouragement of others and my mental fortitude I finished that race. Over 12 hours on the bike riding. Nearly 14 hours from start to finish. Epic! I never thought I would suffer and struggle so much. I knew it would be hard, but not that hard. I trained by tail off all summer for this race and thought I would be strong the entire race. That thing kicked my butt beyond description. I don't think I will ever do that again. I will do it in a relay, but not the entire thing solo. LOTOJA is checked off of my bucket list now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-RkBDQHR3F67wlUjEkroHuTJdgvVFwu6-T_70rCFMr3L5F29mdUc2OmVCOvfgJ1y45w9zB12XMHWeOJnBJrz18WtZv03gW_U16lym8pchZzA91L98dpnDfL9bxP3OQKU0bTNde5fz9k/s1600/photo%252811%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-RkBDQHR3F67wlUjEkroHuTJdgvVFwu6-T_70rCFMr3L5F29mdUc2OmVCOvfgJ1y45w9zB12XMHWeOJnBJrz18WtZv03gW_U16lym8pchZzA91L98dpnDfL9bxP3OQKU0bTNde5fz9k/s400/photo%252811%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651560606826749570" border="0" /></a>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-77622857242780755322011-04-29T09:11:00.002-06:002011-04-29T09:14:48.177-06:00Catch up time...stay tunedI'm going to be catching up on A LOT of things. Here's a sample of what you might see here in the near future:<br />*Our Orlando trip from October....I know, I know<br />*Halloween, Thanksgiving or maybe even Christmas....I know, I know<br />*Our trip to Hawaii in January....ya ya, I get it.<br />*Pinewood derby...hey, that was just THIS week :)<br /><br />I've been really bad, but I'm catching up for posterity's sake, and I'm sure posterity will forgive me...someday.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-75091623851006875832010-09-22T12:50:00.002-06:002010-09-22T12:51:35.094-06:00The cutest boys ever<div style="text-align: center;">Need I say more?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE69cg8DXKCH8QNOuk8aRg9jLspV7WGOjKgM54fCQDb80ZGFtlxug3uzY3cWsnJcVFIKJKaBpqJcndSjf0HhP_6Ffv5dd6L0mLYh3FcL4TRwnh-qg7bUItScD_v8IxknB3SbU2_-HQKE/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE69cg8DXKCH8QNOuk8aRg9jLspV7WGOjKgM54fCQDb80ZGFtlxug3uzY3cWsnJcVFIKJKaBpqJcndSjf0HhP_6Ffv5dd6L0mLYh3FcL4TRwnh-qg7bUItScD_v8IxknB3SbU2_-HQKE/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519812340942973474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oROQWy7WrtbuS04Aiw6VnDTfNoVooFnzMfj8PEFbhFnKeNKw1JvcVGCx_fFLVq4aL6GokJvk_bzrOvUWDYPfNqoijNpqo2bpF0x73DaTSTZEDXlThygYRvefb1dGt9OMjKwXwZHw2Ok/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oROQWy7WrtbuS04Aiw6VnDTfNoVooFnzMfj8PEFbhFnKeNKw1JvcVGCx_fFLVq4aL6GokJvk_bzrOvUWDYPfNqoijNpqo2bpF0x73DaTSTZEDXlThygYRvefb1dGt9OMjKwXwZHw2Ok/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519812332271796754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXoK4JogFDo7zYSFz2I3TwAu5CrjXFP8r90NtvDvNjW0FaqSH_Xv5xr8_YGLRA3sJOqk7_WP5pyaPg3vSWjdWYFRo-4geZIG52J-HyYosd5g1axno9-YJTN02eTuYcySfDXXPYmtSjkA/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXoK4JogFDo7zYSFz2I3TwAu5CrjXFP8r90NtvDvNjW0FaqSH_Xv5xr8_YGLRA3sJOqk7_WP5pyaPg3vSWjdWYFRo-4geZIG52J-HyYosd5g1axno9-YJTN02eTuYcySfDXXPYmtSjkA/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519812328940081602" border="0" /></a>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-77387283310855514152010-09-20T09:01:00.002-06:002010-09-20T09:10:59.389-06:00KarmaI had a very 'interesting' experience with Preston last night. He has had his share of sleep issues (too scared to sleep in his own bed, sleeping on our floor for months at a time, etc.), but since he turned 5 he has slept in his own bed pretty well. Occasionally, he'll come down scared and I'll have to take him back up, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Last night, I was still awake reading my book in bed when I heard his door open. I thought here we go again. I waited for him to appear in my doorway so I could escort him back upstairs to his bed, but he didn't come, so I decided to investigate. I walked out and saw his shadow in our office. I turned on the light to find him standing there peeing on the floor! I turned on the light and said, "Preston, what are you doing? Stop! Stop peeing on the floor!" He didn't stop. He just kept going until he was done. (Sidenote: no more drinks after the bath from now on). He seemed a little out of it and didn't really answer me as to why he was doing that. I sent him up to bed and he went without complaint. I promised him a 'talk' in the morning. Fortunately, his aim landed on one of those hard clear plastic things that you put under office chairs to protect your carpet, so the cleanup was pretty easy. I bet the manufacturers never would have thought it would protect my carpet from urine. When I asked him about it this morning, he had no idea what I was talking about. I guess he wasn't truly awake when it was happening. You're probably wondering why this is titled 'Karma.' Jared had several similar situations when he was a child. In fact, he did the same thing right into his older brother's closet. (I still think that was subconsciously on purpose). Let's hope that this is the end of our sleepwalking adventures. At least the end of the adventures that involve bodily fluids.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-54912158485715959632010-09-20T08:25:00.003-06:002010-09-20T09:01:36.364-06:00Stewart Falls Hike 2010On Saturday, we decided to hike up to Stewart Falls between soccer games. The leaves up in the canyon above Sundance are just starting to turn colors and the views were amazing. Unfortunately, the battery on my regular camera died while we were hiking, so the pictures here are iPhone-taken. Oh well, you can still see the awesome colored leaves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0KXgQklLjNFxPgqnEedmLI9EDx3RTd7dJkXlp2sNNnZcj5t4pB_MMDelWbHSBXDG8VMBogeppALuLHyl6upUX3tPqU1Cbastp-sM9fJNYfh9-rsq2UVj7b90pR7qaRu_i1dpPqVFgks/s1600/rednecks.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0KXgQklLjNFxPgqnEedmLI9EDx3RTd7dJkXlp2sNNnZcj5t4pB_MMDelWbHSBXDG8VMBogeppALuLHyl6upUX3tPqU1Cbastp-sM9fJNYfh9-rsq2UVj7b90pR7qaRu_i1dpPqVFgks/s320/rednecks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519002415427782498" border="0" /></a>Chandler got hot on the hike down from the falls, so he took his shirt off and tied it around his torso. Of course, Preston wanted to do the same. Jared thought they looked a little like rednecks, so we had to stop and take a picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Dq-3GfcLmoEg65plxqWefLoCgKQbCQQ1qtY7ZGbYtuDa-mPsuLhECoKHzk7EIlB0-4OBetvR8xyTBF_h_KGgmWZirGyJie_5H8O9LgUE27tr4K6vzpojIZrlPjJXX0hFt2w23ZOColI/s1600/doublecarry.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/AVvXsEj-Dq-3GfcLmoEg65plxqWefLoCgKQbCQQ1qtY7ZGbYtuDa-mPsuLhECoKHzk7EIlB0-4OBetvR8xyTBF_h_KGgmWZirGyJie_5H8O9LgUE27tr4K6vzpojIZrlPjJXX0hFt2w23ZOColI/s320/doublecarry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519002406522427346" border="0" /></a>At one point on the way down, Preston was complaining and asking to be carried. I, naturally, refused (hello, he's 5!), but being ever the softy, Jared carried him for awhile. Oh ya, and did I mention he was already carrying Ashton on his back (asleep)? What a nice dad my boys have.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUcOFkBvg-z3635MR8xPrJPwNdUmJmoUYGTyV2_-8NgzvxGHL1O8gYtyZ1t7rYI3MFyKYmuqYgCmH8iJ371LUBuQymsu7lLHK5qhZT935V9bIjfdD2hPsznYSdR8RubICEK7_yeUmV2o/s1600/falls.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/AVvXsEjsUcOFkBvg-z3635MR8xPrJPwNdUmJmoUYGTyV2_-8NgzvxGHL1O8gYtyZ1t7rYI3MFyKYmuqYgCmH8iJ371LUBuQymsu7lLHK5qhZT935V9bIjfdD2hPsznYSdR8RubICEK7_yeUmV2o/s320/falls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519002401237122274" border="0" /></a>Jared, Ashton and Preston playing in the water at the Falls. We brought lunch from Subway up with us and had a picnic when we got there. For some reason, my boys have never been to<br />Subway before and now they think it's the best restaurant ever! (We don't get out much, obviously).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30jWrtJI3ECTupuZXLxKy21oNjUDPghFhnxpKz-W6aTD5-oVTQCgmAnkFi4Pl_JzSZdNJRLsyYI3lXpT3Zk-dQNuErNoDAPS7RdiCELz_0dVC_4w0ndz3Bg6HsGnaFY9TjI1QuMpTE7A/s1600/jaredleaves.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/AVvXsEj30jWrtJI3ECTupuZXLxKy21oNjUDPghFhnxpKz-W6aTD5-oVTQCgmAnkFi4Pl_JzSZdNJRLsyYI3lXpT3Zk-dQNuErNoDAPS7RdiCELz_0dVC_4w0ndz3Bg6HsGnaFY9TjI1QuMpTE7A/s320/jaredleaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519002394959792610" border="0" /></a><br />Jared and the beautiful leaves.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqZiVPp3ktwDhZmleCuL7ENlr23ll56liJgYKHo7zX1THxIi1WcrZIPav3Vyi83SWCxAj3RFJHgBul4ncOFw0s6UTKVFwrGgvfKP-MLO9e53ar4LLbwCoKsUmonOaIEsEbO3aqHLgdrE/s1600/family.PNG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqZiVPp3ktwDhZmleCuL7ENlr23ll56liJgYKHo7zX1THxIi1WcrZIPav3Vyi83SWCxAj3RFJHgBul4ncOFw0s6UTKVFwrGgvfKP-MLO9e53ar4LLbwCoKsUmonOaIEsEbO3aqHLgdrE/s320/family.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519002379597749122" border="0" /></a>Family picture taken by some random hiker just before heading down the trail. Jared's phone was accidentally taking video, so this picture is actually a screen shot of the video that was taken. Gotta love the iPhone. The boys enjoyed getting really dirty, throwing rocks and playing in the water. The hike was a little long for them, but they did great. People would snicker as they passed us and the boys were saying things like, "This is the worst hike ever!" and "I'm never doing this again--EVER!" If you ask them now, though, they say it was fun, so I'm sure we'll do it again next year!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-10665642380931574862010-09-08T13:30:00.002-06:002010-09-08T13:39:06.435-06:00Freedom Run 2010July 5, 2010<br /><br />One of our <span style="font-style: italic;">new </span>family traditions is running the Freedom Festival 5k during the 4th of July celebration. This year my niece, two nephews, Dad, brother and sister joined in the fun. I use the word fun cautiously here.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWG6v1Xvtjlz0JWoElFHbNC9QZy7n6eTJo6dfF1O-X6Kl5l1_lpQJ2ulXsy2zGNdwn5ZtnJ8J8nbbfD9z1IiaYZyvApf2xELS1uL4Rar0YAFlpmOCCb571PfOVLoGLK3RJwKkzPzOFNU/s1600/5kgroup.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/AVvXsEiEWG6v1Xvtjlz0JWoElFHbNC9QZy7n6eTJo6dfF1O-X6Kl5l1_lpQJ2ulXsy2zGNdwn5ZtnJ8J8nbbfD9z1IiaYZyvApf2xELS1uL4Rar0YAFlpmOCCb571PfOVLoGLK3RJwKkzPzOFNU/s320/5kgroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514627694553266226" border="0" /></a><br />The whole group after the race. It was awesome having my mom there to take pictures and drop us off at the starting line. Parking is terrible the morning of the race.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHd1E7QQvT0ElOh6mednNHYz6V_dqWBSiIzPreIdOPIGoS_FQe-X_COrXK6BCN1laMpebhl79ZTjcLSKTtlsoAcrfDVR9GTTZ-V2G7cvDpXbG7SaX_S071m6ofIood6TpRphCQwPRDOgE/s1600/5kboys.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/AVvXsEgHd1E7QQvT0ElOh6mednNHYz6V_dqWBSiIzPreIdOPIGoS_FQe-X_COrXK6BCN1laMpebhl79ZTjcLSKTtlsoAcrfDVR9GTTZ-V2G7cvDpXbG7SaX_S071m6ofIood6TpRphCQwPRDOgE/s320/5kboys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514627685554204754" border="0" /></a>Connor and Jaxon. Jaxon <span style="font-style: italic;">may </span>have won his division; however, it <span style="font-style: italic;">may </span>have to do with the fact that we accidentally switched his and Connor's time chips. Studly 9 year old dominates most 6 year olds. I'm hoping to have Chandler and possibly Preston participate next year.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxZEYwDIjZx31LJa1krz_ColEkJvPOcYtyoNi_fp09CBNHJpu8EUnmuVPRQAhNKn1IlnHNxDna5oDahg4oNVATLstoYdUANWlF7SbREzD0VFYozmdVlC9A2CMehklTLfhpWezH_Fmnsk/s1600/5kjaime.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/AVvXsEiAxZEYwDIjZx31LJa1krz_ColEkJvPOcYtyoNi_fp09CBNHJpu8EUnmuVPRQAhNKn1IlnHNxDna5oDahg4oNVATLstoYdUANWlF7SbREzD0VFYozmdVlC9A2CMehklTLfhpWezH_Fmnsk/s320/5kjaime.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514627702186893170" border="0" /></a>And then there's me. Still not a fan of running, but hey, I did it. And took a couple minutes off of my last time with little to no training.<br /></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-5794821515070119492010-09-08T09:14:00.003-06:002010-09-08T09:24:02.470-06:00Ashton's first haircutJuly 2010<br /><br />Anyone who knows our sweet baby, Ashton, knows his crazy hair has always been part of his charm. For this reason, I was hesitant to cut it. Little boys look so much more grown up after their first haircut, and I wasn't ready for Ashton to be a big boy yet. Finally, around 10 months, enough people made comments about it needing to be cut, that I finally relented.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVnjWiOzOmC8NbKuIx51psWVp3oiLvIy7rs43qI11bL5JpKNmF7nF0ECreJQYVl21Q_e3n4FvhXrcVILspCQIeTeoPBOvfnEXIvY7P_S7o1xGgkgIAsJNoZwBpXA2ewA8q8_J2BD1P8U/s1600/ashb42.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/AVvXsEhOVnjWiOzOmC8NbKuIx51psWVp3oiLvIy7rs43qI11bL5JpKNmF7nF0ECreJQYVl21Q_e3n4FvhXrcVILspCQIeTeoPBOvfnEXIvY7P_S7o1xGgkgIAsJNoZwBpXA2ewA8q8_J2BD1P8U/s320/ashb42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514561862617548626" border="0" /></a>Before the 'cut.' He has no idea what is about to happen to him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcvTtF2YGldB8ojnLO20jFmqsXQUXr4os0EtNu54jnYkyAPTc9xXFEM5fAfxs1lfdctmcUGnj4s90VX8FN5MW9gw6hkpLeNqK2g-t2PozEdPS32VA0SFlYay6nIB7MBAHvIXQdSTr67U/s1600/ashb4.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/AVvXsEgGcvTtF2YGldB8ojnLO20jFmqsXQUXr4os0EtNu54jnYkyAPTc9xXFEM5fAfxs1lfdctmcUGnj4s90VX8FN5MW9gw6hkpLeNqK2g-t2PozEdPS32VA0SFlYay6nIB7MBAHvIXQdSTr67U/s320/ashb4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514561852688592034" border="0" /></a><br />Cute, slobbery face.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-z_z07Mbpm-1Hc8Sp4nSAFnU_6PwhsYq_Hh1mRt6Pv9D4J2ekbLS-Q-6Q8tuDwjW2NVxWyMmg86bQO7iUFnIjnRF5zETF4PWx5OF3ENF2nX4PDmEWklYFVA1nCySuB6PTsGgVPC_-9k/s1600/during2.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/AVvXsEgE-z_z07Mbpm-1Hc8Sp4nSAFnU_6PwhsYq_Hh1mRt6Pv9D4J2ekbLS-Q-6Q8tuDwjW2NVxWyMmg86bQO7iUFnIjnRF5zETF4PWx5OF3ENF2nX4PDmEWklYFVA1nCySuB6PTsGgVPC_-9k/s320/during2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514561879424068354" border="0" /></a><br />When our boys are little, the haircuts have to happen in the high chair so that they are contained. Jared is very patient with them and a decent barber, so he is always the lucky one.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2c8Ag52wQTslp2spXPCwoxlb7GQIcEe9wkRwZMcXJG0oS6XLN6VDjNDbq8LhA9PC6eNmyv3hJw6LnrQbl1Qjr_mL1JQySakOPcUaLn_9X1x6t-z-RDGFY98nZhziqYNZkIXLKRJllWE/s1600/during.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/AVvXsEhP2c8Ag52wQTslp2spXPCwoxlb7GQIcEe9wkRwZMcXJG0oS6XLN6VDjNDbq8LhA9PC6eNmyv3hJw6LnrQbl1Qjr_mL1JQySakOPcUaLn_9X1x6t-z-RDGFY98nZhziqYNZkIXLKRJllWE/s320/during.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514561868810486450" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, there are a lot of tears in the process. This picture looks like, "Mom, why are you taking pictures instead of saving me from this torture?!?"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcv_4zmsMaIG4LHn95MVsHqkmUHPRy_ioLvEU6MsyVxiswHpM4QWlNypV07ocu7roBX59O0m0PWWRzuXufa1burpI9Y37dws0nKH6k0Ojn5Yq1hlxrVbjTuEU6LAbVcvG4i7MmHi3jTO0/s1600/after2.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/AVvXsEgcv_4zmsMaIG4LHn95MVsHqkmUHPRy_ioLvEU6MsyVxiswHpM4QWlNypV07ocu7roBX59O0m0PWWRzuXufa1burpI9Y37dws0nKH6k0Ojn5Yq1hlxrVbjTuEU6LAbVcvG4i7MmHi3jTO0/s320/after2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514562042032419522" border="0" /></a>After. Sad eyes, still recovering, but happy to be free from the high chair.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kUtITapTNhwJMWI2Lpih_R_wBKm4v6_wjDVyHWgtON8AHIR0fXJm3p2pT4ItPmYUEnZpzSvURlJu8dD98ReypqPe3HnZafbj55lYiD0vlTqSn2UOW3-WD9i-L4fqVnBDandBtN8d_kw/s1600/after1.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/AVvXsEi0kUtITapTNhwJMWI2Lpih_R_wBKm4v6_wjDVyHWgtON8AHIR0fXJm3p2pT4ItPmYUEnZpzSvURlJu8dD98ReypqPe3HnZafbj55lYiD0vlTqSn2UOW3-WD9i-L4fqVnBDandBtN8d_kw/s320/after1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514561884423607602" border="0" /></a><br />Our big boy, getting ready for his GQ debut.<br /></div>skogrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801019919490427721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-90370461729356712212010-06-25T12:26:00.005-06:002010-06-25T13:44:41.653-06:00End of school year 2010May 26, 2010<div><br /></div><div>The First graders did an African drum dance for the dance festival this year. They were accompanied on some real African drums being played by students. It was really cool. They each made their own bandana to wear on their head and had their faces painted.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tQvJmkZGtMUwRTwiJNgfMVzeWamJO6cDXOsp09GGKMLg2Tj1ZSSwI4OqRNHh0ddLu_5dEyZ_kwQvDupEphcSyvquftbqXhn9pap1Tne-L6WXY4htzl0MvoPBXJI39OCfUb-1PgAoyos/s1600/dancefest.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tQvJmkZGtMUwRTwiJNgfMVzeWamJO6cDXOsp09GGKMLg2Tj1ZSSwI4OqRNHh0ddLu_5dEyZ_kwQvDupEphcSyvquftbqXhn9pap1Tne-L6WXY4htzl0MvoPBXJI39OCfUb-1PgAoyos/s320/dancefest.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780231651693362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chandler in his 'costume'</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ufoqCbZ7lJiay7yS-hCBxffdWSjkbVU8LAHiTEuF-g7dtRU3XqelDNXcUxhnIXSZlfsDP45YrmXUiNGtmMx8hyOeTsHLaRjBqnyN0DNeVCMdJRR7gdx0pdWvfwSRMqaghJAg4ROpPZU/s1600/dancing.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ufoqCbZ7lJiay7yS-hCBxffdWSjkbVU8LAHiTEuF-g7dtRU3XqelDNXcUxhnIXSZlfsDP45YrmXUiNGtmMx8hyOeTsHLaRjBqnyN0DNeVCMdJRR7gdx0pdWvfwSRMqaghJAg4ROpPZU/s320/dancing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780223158187730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to dance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another highlight of the end of school was field day. Chandler has been talking about the big race all year long. They take the top 3 boys and girls in each class and then have a final race with all of the first grade boys.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuvp0p5H74d6DSZiYdTNblLRBmcXEwd27BuB-ol0Wm1NdkocPC_EAEDfAvXX07mTKWwVg_yqaGb3BdAWqvKDXpvDlHLK7es6LuxibXzCg2y738p0oZ88c9-OOXpflKKJ4fWLjZmeX9-k/s1600/blueribbon.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuvp0p5H74d6DSZiYdTNblLRBmcXEwd27BuB-ol0Wm1NdkocPC_EAEDfAvXX07mTKWwVg_yqaGb3BdAWqvKDXpvDlHLK7es6LuxibXzCg2y738p0oZ88c9-OOXpflKKJ4fWLjZmeX9-k/s320/blueribbon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780218324929426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chandler got second place in his class race. He was beyond thrilled. He didn't even realize he would have to run again.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3EeK7v-RJcxrhEvftT2tXagI9n665i53o0eWOrjL0OhlhDMr8q75MW07BJDMuc1WvdleQVQv1Q5RK0izNKr9dndlD32JLDZMwyAP9ccDYszpTjWOn9fR0Y9kA-8gMIZI7IZCLHEYK7c/s1600/yellowribbon.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3EeK7v-RJcxrhEvftT2tXagI9n665i53o0eWOrjL0OhlhDMr8q75MW07BJDMuc1WvdleQVQv1Q5RK0izNKr9dndlD32JLDZMwyAP9ccDYszpTjWOn9fR0Y9kA-8gMIZI7IZCLHEYK7c/s320/yellowribbon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780207135232754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He got Fourth place in the final race. We are so proud of our little athlete. :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtNSYKZOvfAf5CAaYitHGecVVoBMY6kNvF4YaPSWcBsRbAaS6SitDeeifVFcssMcPSJNT_Da7ZrAUebhLk6bNz7R-gYau8gZpgUiyUK8mdeSkaHHo7ZWgi-9rmlASmsZ0FDWVLTCsqdI/s1600/talentshow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtNSYKZOvfAf5CAaYitHGecVVoBMY6kNvF4YaPSWcBsRbAaS6SitDeeifVFcssMcPSJNT_Da7ZrAUebhLk6bNz7R-gYau8gZpgUiyUK8mdeSkaHHo7ZWgi-9rmlASmsZ0FDWVLTCsqdI/s320/talentshow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780194933990946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">That same day was the First grade talent show. Chandler decided to show a picture that he had drawn. He did a great job presenting it. It's a rainbow house.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIykfNQnHsJF75mDPslcYAkksUVwAGrLkPYmo0XKlsPLHbOGjBR-QGgXsBIkOFRctkU81CmtFzjjFiruJWPeXRGZ4uHR5lOF-kH0sn1lis1Kec68_L3pzqrBcwHMbREnDVUu7Yh3Ul7aM/s1600/prestonmrsmulliner.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIykfNQnHsJF75mDPslcYAkksUVwAGrLkPYmo0XKlsPLHbOGjBR-QGgXsBIkOFRctkU81CmtFzjjFiruJWPeXRGZ4uHR5lOF-kH0sn1lis1Kec68_L3pzqrBcwHMbREnDVUu7Yh3Ul7aM/s320/prestonmrsmulliner.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780396686162258" /></a>Preston finished his second year at preschool this year. This is him with his teacher. He is already an excellent reader and still has one more year before Kindergarten.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH25CptWb4y1r3HDGHAbarn11CGAdaAwhFc41UgHxhCL2x_m7Yft9FzLDvaJLBx-CzPnIlqadR09tSq2J-_orlOkrx2recner6SnnqSwLouigfi4xa8WOdRy-GaM-FtkoVvV1QagtA8Ic/s1600/fishingpoles.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH25CptWb4y1r3HDGHAbarn11CGAdaAwhFc41UgHxhCL2x_m7Yft9FzLDvaJLBx-CzPnIlqadR09tSq2J-_orlOkrx2recner6SnnqSwLouigfi4xa8WOdRy-GaM-FtkoVvV1QagtA8Ic/s320/fishingpoles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486780386320014738" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Both boys with their new fishing poles that they got for successfully completing another year in school. </div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-4907409501954002652010-06-24T10:53:00.004-06:002010-06-24T11:10:49.749-06:00Memorial day 2010May 31, 2010<div><br /></div><div>Of course, I'm way behind again, but here it is anyway...</div><div><br /></div><div>On Memorial Day, we (Jared) wanted to take the boys fishing in Midway. Due to school and other things, we didn't get to stay over, but just drove up early in the morning. Chandler and Preston got new fishing poles for their 'end-of-the-school-year' presents this year and were anxious to try them out.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW195RsEeqlgNlzHLy2SAsHcf4-X0k9KjOtPhDoIy4pQQY9qIeRUEJtYEfIfmDbC9ydJLZuGR1qFbR-GOX7ZcSSD2G9fn2IFSfMIpXiRKHvETaXm4Mdxyy64G0gJkQPZSIOyrp0edIix8/s1600/chanfish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW195RsEeqlgNlzHLy2SAsHcf4-X0k9KjOtPhDoIy4pQQY9qIeRUEJtYEfIfmDbC9ydJLZuGR1qFbR-GOX7ZcSSD2G9fn2IFSfMIpXiRKHvETaXm4Mdxyy64G0gJkQPZSIOyrp0edIix8/s320/chanfish.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385026448036850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chandler fishing</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGZflfqdCw6DDGNh8GJqTqeb7kNj-eMUFKIwvk9DpN7zaZZq1fUTH7qwGl6dE9hObRoGv1PSyF7bEJXwTOFbMiZ3HgdX05gM-atdtRgntlm9nC4Zll4S95g7dZE-OCnSpOwo6bkNhpMs/s1600/prestonfish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGZflfqdCw6DDGNh8GJqTqeb7kNj-eMUFKIwvk9DpN7zaZZq1fUTH7qwGl6dE9hObRoGv1PSyF7bEJXwTOFbMiZ3HgdX05gM-atdtRgntlm9nC4Zll4S95g7dZE-OCnSpOwo6bkNhpMs/s320/prestonfish.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385018771607858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston fishing. He actually had a lot more fun playing with the worms that sitting still holding his pole. I know, you're shocked about that, aren't you?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTmjpCPBUF4aeTxTs9wg68hiqmYePTi01In3qu4EbFIySORHZkM-6nTKdIHMiICm7JEzmnRPYFejcobuwG4JXbvMhM6QvguzIUpWTUc8yfsTxqKltDKpUvHwaPcmG1mJW_i0Se9zTMOI/s1600/dadfish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTmjpCPBUF4aeTxTs9wg68hiqmYePTi01In3qu4EbFIySORHZkM-6nTKdIHMiICm7JEzmnRPYFejcobuwG4JXbvMhM6QvguzIUpWTUc8yfsTxqKltDKpUvHwaPcmG1mJW_i0Se9zTMOI/s320/dadfish.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385012153550050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jared demonstrating his boy scout, knot-tying skills. Judging by the number of 'bobbers' that ended up in the pond, he may need to practice more. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After fishing, we went home, let Ashton have a nap, and then went on a bike ride to Bridal Veil Falls with my family. This is a pretty long ride for little ones; especially since we had to start from our house and not from my parents' house where everyone else started.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuvQIkSOJIc0kMKMVOOdOkHGF8Q2hzscQpHjbbPhG4CQ36VqjcF2FwmEbd4zf32N1EAvTaV6fh9yiVkvyTwjKe0RwF3puZlqI51iIARBhyOiUZyhIibYPphncfH6jtxA01OCMt9Q5U8Q/s1600/sleep.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuvQIkSOJIc0kMKMVOOdOkHGF8Q2hzscQpHjbbPhG4CQ36VqjcF2FwmEbd4zf32N1EAvTaV6fh9yiVkvyTwjKe0RwF3puZlqI51iIARBhyOiUZyhIibYPphncfH6jtxA01OCMt9Q5U8Q/s320/sleep.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486384992636877858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston and Ashton enjoyed a nice nap in the bike trailer on the way.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIFKHnzZ6kEC9p8AZ1I8CtImUPz8ZNen1pqgYcUOQapuXJx8mK_rWRFHYs6rzgEkomM5WFro4BMc2DiDD51y4_0HvggmiYOvsgRR0UAL4Cmw2Twtr6TK2fv0GHCoG4knR4SpX9gM1iT4/s1600/grandpa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIFKHnzZ6kEC9p8AZ1I8CtImUPz8ZNen1pqgYcUOQapuXJx8mK_rWRFHYs6rzgEkomM5WFro4BMc2DiDD51y4_0HvggmiYOvsgRR0UAL4Cmw2Twtr6TK2fv0GHCoG4knR4SpX9gM1iT4/s320/grandpa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486384980544462338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My Dad at the 'rest stop' we had to take on the way up.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5r3ZaRwG7_vnT9bc4s65nr11_0n_gFPTDFYKka7LTulKi3HZf_O_mikupFjhb1N31ZGkdR_BLLsbNMMuDoVdyrSYyZavTUQk5ZQwgV5RmWYhjU_8K2TtkQ-cwY06pabhRH7CjqgNsxu0/s1600/drink.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5r3ZaRwG7_vnT9bc4s65nr11_0n_gFPTDFYKka7LTulKi3HZf_O_mikupFjhb1N31ZGkdR_BLLsbNMMuDoVdyrSYyZavTUQk5ZQwgV5RmWYhjU_8K2TtkQ-cwY06pabhRH7CjqgNsxu0/s320/drink.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385415651411698" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5r3ZaRwG7_vnT9bc4s65nr11_0n_gFPTDFYKka7LTulKi3HZf_O_mikupFjhb1N31ZGkdR_BLLsbNMMuDoVdyrSYyZavTUQk5ZQwgV5RmWYhjU_8K2TtkQ-cwY06pabhRH7CjqgNsxu0/s1600/drink.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5r3ZaRwG7_vnT9bc4s65nr11_0n_gFPTDFYKka7LTulKi3HZf_O_mikupFjhb1N31ZGkdR_BLLsbNMMuDoVdyrSYyZavTUQk5ZQwgV5RmWYhjU_8K2TtkQ-cwY06pabhRH7CjqgNsxu0/s1600/drink.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Jared and Chandler cooling off and rehydrating before finishing the ride. </span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFpo24O6iPl_eA5hF3j-aT8IulN2Iipl-YK6KRnwleTnvuYaUw731nLZmfsmbB98N0V7Ukk2v6bFO2ZjHedMgJTmLiNJYMYvJPfaoKJiWcpmgV342sV69KJy7xWygNdn5XlyMz0hyphenhyphenTv0/s1600/familyfalls.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFpo24O6iPl_eA5hF3j-aT8IulN2Iipl-YK6KRnwleTnvuYaUw731nLZmfsmbB98N0V7Ukk2v6bFO2ZjHedMgJTmLiNJYMYvJPfaoKJiWcpmgV342sV69KJy7xWygNdn5XlyMz0hyphenhyphenTv0/s320/familyfalls.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385389390612306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The whole family! We made it! I was so proud of Chandler for making it the whole way. (15 miles round trip!) His bike only has one gear and he must have looked pretty funny on the way down trying to keep up with his pedals. He had the cadence of Lance Armstrong and then some.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the ride, we had a barbeque at my parents' house.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRq9JD2B1vofwVX20kC8fbOpmyjkMymRcSnBwC1-iX_LHycHJmzNd4BTzXgqg02I-X-OmJzx1cWfqJ5EtynDCPY0TWkziJJ9-CNOELw1Kwj3cWqc03IHFXUJugijwbKjh0s_ulQLugjwo/s1600/cousins.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRq9JD2B1vofwVX20kC8fbOpmyjkMymRcSnBwC1-iX_LHycHJmzNd4BTzXgqg02I-X-OmJzx1cWfqJ5EtynDCPY0TWkziJJ9-CNOELw1Kwj3cWqc03IHFXUJugijwbKjh0s_ulQLugjwo/s320/cousins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486385373913695874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Three cute cousins chilling out on top of the mail box.</div><div><br /></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-28034705175147475852010-06-24T10:35:00.003-06:002010-06-24T10:38:37.671-06:00Baseball 2010<div style="text-align: center;">Chandler is playing coach pitch baseball this summer. He's having a great time, but we still have a few things to work on.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8f1reBFueReI12ajVPgsK_bfadx83DKQdVfbIhisl0-4ZNPqU-b74amVF_mrD3dNP3xHc9VRya3I8mYSlEb4C7XIGkNBF9xf8WLKQUUL0MLGgBx_2R6onyB3-a4YsaDmLBbZ4Jvixzg/s1600/onehand.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8f1reBFueReI12ajVPgsK_bfadx83DKQdVfbIhisl0-4ZNPqU-b74amVF_mrD3dNP3xHc9VRya3I8mYSlEb4C7XIGkNBF9xf8WLKQUUL0MLGgBx_2R6onyB3-a4YsaDmLBbZ4Jvixzg/s320/onehand.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486379996249456594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Notice anything wrong with this picture?</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvBHGPVmlkj78CRSgP2ZPOGAb7q4rfTy01S_l2sZ-E_oAxs030pP9dVSLafCyBvmt16LStM9Tk5Gx8gA7_LpmHrZLYVjW5QO0eWlTAUCChtPvbLW4Et2Wg5mQF_oCSKP1u9c9JtoY8es/s1600/twohands.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvBHGPVmlkj78CRSgP2ZPOGAb7q4rfTy01S_l2sZ-E_oAxs030pP9dVSLafCyBvmt16LStM9Tk5Gx8gA7_LpmHrZLYVjW5QO0eWlTAUCChtPvbLW4Et2Wg5mQF_oCSKP1u9c9JtoY8es/s320/twohands.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486380007870352210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There...that's better! </div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-42282229043832847352010-05-10T17:09:00.005-06:002010-05-10T17:22:26.925-06:00Sister-in-laws night out!Last weekend, Jared's sister, Jennifer came to visit from Colorado to attend the Women's Conference at BYU. Her visit happened to coincide with a visit from our sister-in-law, Megan (Jon's wife) from Indiana. We took the opportunity to have a girls night out! I can't remember the last time we were together with all of the girls on that side of the family. It was a blast! I'm really blessed to have amazing sister-in-laws (on both sides of my family actually) and a fantastic mother-in-law as well.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Y_8-dMI6zcjSKY3boyzYYT4Rsr9DLS1PyqqnfqBzYmZzXjCcQFX6mVGfPoSe6YZ1UBafswAoeQ_216-iHulwSFgqA6oInTm097iCHhwob_Fd27smLpp-m7BIvHFCRv8srq-u2ltaIbU/s1600/teppanyaki.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/AVvXsEh8Y_8-dMI6zcjSKY3boyzYYT4Rsr9DLS1PyqqnfqBzYmZzXjCcQFX6mVGfPoSe6YZ1UBafswAoeQ_216-iHulwSFgqA6oInTm097iCHhwob_Fd27smLpp-m7BIvHFCRv8srq-u2ltaIbU/s320/teppanyaki.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469782583523769570" border="0" /></a>We started the night with dinner at Teppanyaki. It is one of my favorite places! Due to horrendous Women's conference traffic, we were about 45 minutes late for our reservation, but they held it for us anyway. Thanks for being patient, Julie!<br />Pictured: Me, Julie, Heidi, Jennifer, Joyce, Ben (Megan's son), Megan, and Natalie<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a-r_Kr4N7Dm4_VL2ZOhEJCqun-yHDSEQVGI17LUVtw3bPoQkawUMXjpllmnvZu0AdIGhurt2qLD7DI6YnS0A8nhYT887_XKq5rmyzbVSLpAQ4HbWJQuinC-EO_gn0uoSMFtP8c7J0d8/s1600/choclogo.png"></a><a><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a-r_Kr4N7Dm4_VL2ZOhEJCqun-yHDSEQVGI17LUVtw3bPoQkawUMXjpllmnvZu0AdIGhurt2qLD7DI6YnS0A8nhYT887_XKq5rmyzbVSLpAQ4HbWJQuinC-EO_gn0uoSMFtP8c7J0d8/s320/choclogo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469783037168664018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-family: arial;">After a brief stop home to put babies to bed, we went to my very favorite place (of the moment). The Chocolate is a dessert cafe located too close to my house for comfort. They have the most wonderful desserts and such a fun atmosphere. I like to say that it is like a bar for those who don't drink alcohol or a coffee house for those that don't drink coffee. If you haven't been yet, shame on you! Click on the logo to see their website. They have some great pictures of their menu items.<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SZJvTNZzLDOH8v4qHzFAtBblMuEsXFvgwJ77QKkV1WA6e6zrjDbfYcMbTj7mnYUBc-iMOxAmSlqqjf8enAozSdN_sMWcLGXlAYusss9tOjelayygyNlGzCx78i35rk41QanUpxgRBac/s1600/thechocolate.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/AVvXsEj-SZJvTNZzLDOH8v4qHzFAtBblMuEsXFvgwJ77QKkV1WA6e6zrjDbfYcMbTj7mnYUBc-iMOxAmSlqqjf8enAozSdN_sMWcLGXlAYusss9tOjelayygyNlGzCx78i35rk41QanUpxgRBac/s320/thechocolate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469782574926573778" border="0" /></a>All of us at The Chocolate. Sorry about the fuzzy picture; I think it was the 'inviting ambient' lighting and my camera being on the wrong setting, but you get the idea. We all shared numerous desserts and had a great time being together. I can't wait for the next time!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-10183713015358998382010-04-25T20:51:00.011-06:002010-04-25T22:02:29.021-06:00St. George for Spring break 2010For Spring break, we headed south to St. George in search of some fun in the sun. I think our school district's Spring break must have been at a different time than most of the rest of the state's because St. George didn't have that typical "spring break" feel about it this time. Normally, it's packed with teenagers cruising 'the boulevard' at night and every restaurant and attraction are packed. Not so this time. Maybe we're just getting so old that we're in bed before 'cruising' time. Who knows...<div><br /></div><div>We went to the the Wild life museum with the boys to check out some bugs and animals. The boys like this place, however, we're not sure we'll do it next time. We spent $25 to get in and were only there for 30 minutes. We could basically have the same experience at the Bean museum for free anytime we want. Anyway...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEVsYVNr88EbHDoBRO56JihL8JbziMKAYgy839prSpBtNPsjMd_jLsVjO6xO3rlTCTwiRyRl-euee1k9KrwBTxseAYuk7Cfm4EUc9npAnoLXg5t7KVfhcEE5srtr7zl9y__XluhG7nzA/s1600/dadboysmuseum.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEVsYVNr88EbHDoBRO56JihL8JbziMKAYgy839prSpBtNPsjMd_jLsVjO6xO3rlTCTwiRyRl-euee1k9KrwBTxseAYuk7Cfm4EUc9npAnoLXg5t7KVfhcEE5srtr7zl9y__XluhG7nzA/s320/dadboysmuseum.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464276007577808946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Checking out the bugs. Very cool if you're a little boy.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikh4Yv2AVcHieloFadexQq0V15EKZPpewPvNIKpvF3KcYhyphenhyphenBkHil1q4-U6g_gy_LPAzjI4K6kV7jIdNFe7djC0zoquzIIXxTMGZEWpf5HxODW9Hl59mAkWImuO-kJ5Fa5BOiX7kC9gIj8/s1600/bothmuseum.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikh4Yv2AVcHieloFadexQq0V15EKZPpewPvNIKpvF3KcYhyphenhyphenBkHil1q4-U6g_gy_LPAzjI4K6kV7jIdNFe7djC0zoquzIIXxTMGZEWpf5HxODW9Hl59mAkWImuO-kJ5Fa5BOiX7kC9gIj8/s320/bothmuseum.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275997026690834" /></a>Preston listening to the self-guided tour, and Chandler posing in front of a Chandler Mountain Roebuck. You probably aren't surprised to hear that the listening devices later became weapons on our self-guided tour.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of our favorite venues in St. George is Snow canyon. This was Ashton's first time with us. We decided to carry him in the Baby Bjorn even though he's borderline too big for it. He had a great time (and so did the rest of us). What could be better than dirt, sticks, rocks and climbing for a family full of boys?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCwSyD2L6UGgNbByLMSBeWlFbHIjNVLwwqmSIcwKJmcrEqr4I-msDVgoZvU9OWppUc_mfniznKed19s19ycptbpLdZV6f96TK6GR4FOY8sPyfTTV8vpHfsd1qmVu5v6ymWHfhvVVhcAoc/s1600/snowmomash.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCwSyD2L6UGgNbByLMSBeWlFbHIjNVLwwqmSIcwKJmcrEqr4I-msDVgoZvU9OWppUc_mfniznKed19s19ycptbpLdZV6f96TK6GR4FOY8sPyfTTV8vpHfsd1qmVu5v6ymWHfhvVVhcAoc/s320/snowmomash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275788598335330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ashton chilling in the Bjorn with Mom.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFNmG1TWSIueeY4Ll3-n6Dc03yo4DTCHtitLxWN6i3WfcRFvuM0Qb6BPgxQ1jEgj0RB4IGk-AX_10PKGn4jk1PJssQPEfic7-1TTYPWpny89cgtVv994uTylf2dsGe9XKWcMnW09DYA/s1600/snowchanpres.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFNmG1TWSIueeY4Ll3-n6Dc03yo4DTCHtitLxWN6i3WfcRFvuM0Qb6BPgxQ1jEgj0RB4IGk-AX_10PKGn4jk1PJssQPEfic7-1TTYPWpny89cgtVv994uTylf2dsGe9XKWcMnW09DYA/s320/snowchanpres.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275772527484450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chandler and Preston climbing around on the sandstone.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vb_qc1fSdCKr0bMWKdYDsbdvx_uD01lQIqRzkWaEVtZH2f612u6Z8pRQ7ybmIEbiSe7EhMKOHjqw5qZKXLz2a9qUeMfPnjuS6i9dLFATY762aY96wNqt8tyLlpsbTJ9QgsI2G-sOkjc/s1600/snowpres.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vb_qc1fSdCKr0bMWKdYDsbdvx_uD01lQIqRzkWaEVtZH2f612u6Z8pRQ7ybmIEbiSe7EhMKOHjqw5qZKXLz2a9qUeMfPnjuS6i9dLFATY762aY96wNqt8tyLlpsbTJ9QgsI2G-sOkjc/s320/snowpres.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275763649352674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston climbing on the rocks.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFJL0SbbcEe2ZgLagFN4Kotu8sL5HDOGD6oYNwZ5WmfHaT2WbHL6fr0IZqnTC7eZ68018E9SpEbieX3TGmBQyzoJJ1w7fmt4f5C5D242ly2HDzvxGSWrfkEvNybdLS_uzCSkNtjx7Uc8/s320/snowlunch.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275793770931826" /><div style="text-align: center;">This time, we were smart and packed a picnic lunch to eat there. Even basic Ham 'n Cheese tastes great after a morning of hiking around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We discovered a new place in St. George this time. Downtown they have these great water fountains and little river system for kids to play in. It's a great spot to relax for awhile in the sun and let your kids burn some energy.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxu50w3iyWZwjY6N6Fow1yJK9ZSATunF8jXV6Axf9qQtv9ffWESksHgqiCblHwFcz3Oh3t3OGw5YjvhJtPXVXEHZICjoM6gzTjEhYOYqN1GGpn355IEi9S9LtvtyDHeC7a39Vb0BO47yQ/s1600/presfountain,JPG.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxu50w3iyWZwjY6N6Fow1yJK9ZSATunF8jXV6Axf9qQtv9ffWESksHgqiCblHwFcz3Oh3t3OGw5YjvhJtPXVXEHZICjoM6gzTjEhYOYqN1GGpn355IEi9S9LtvtyDHeC7a39Vb0BO47yQ/s1600/presfountain,JPG.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxu50w3iyWZwjY6N6Fow1yJK9ZSATunF8jXV6Axf9qQtv9ffWESksHgqiCblHwFcz3Oh3t3OGw5YjvhJtPXVXEHZICjoM6gzTjEhYOYqN1GGpn355IEi9S9LtvtyDHeC7a39Vb0BO47yQ/s320/presfountain,JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275363343572754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston playing in the fountain.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIs3QTDIYGGfEFArlwlwm-bI0OUI6W2xDvbSv31qs3mA-1KvUTYEF_DTMt1zmDJDXceZ0nOyPTxfOiv7R5UC-R6loyTw3danniZkTkiw_cFjS11pTUqZwSAM5oUpyNDBZdxiiO7Xu55o/s1600/bothfountain.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIs3QTDIYGGfEFArlwlwm-bI0OUI6W2xDvbSv31qs3mA-1KvUTYEF_DTMt1zmDJDXceZ0nOyPTxfOiv7R5UC-R6loyTw3danniZkTkiw_cFjS11pTUqZwSAM5oUpyNDBZdxiiO7Xu55o/s320/bothfountain.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275354660542866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston and Chandler playing in the fountains.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLleCnknzGr3VIqkkuPi2KLdW_63f7KJON9zM1nAjwx9ShMwLbqvFkf9788WE8jN9CmO9QB2dAcYsEslysolz0sgE_Du8NJNXafp9JIdcSDWMvnh5jG5E0f0HSR_te-u0x6GnruIgheY/s1600/jaredashfountain.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLleCnknzGr3VIqkkuPi2KLdW_63f7KJON9zM1nAjwx9ShMwLbqvFkf9788WE8jN9CmO9QB2dAcYsEslysolz0sgE_Du8NJNXafp9JIdcSDWMvnh5jG5E0f0HSR_te-u0x6GnruIgheY/s320/jaredashfountain.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464277725524208146" /></a>Ashton lunching on some keys, and Jared catching up on the Masters. Did you hear Tiger was back? :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Another first for us this time, was the Fiesta Fun center. It's a fun place with miniature golf, batting cages, bumper boats, go carts, and an arcade.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsd_g8z8WMDnAxTysq23hyphenhyphenmhTjSZss4lASESWfiiry8d9NRFFGXmy3ftmdScCV-OxlyymbDWG_edSL5wU2Pm6QdHnPcsAv3bQ_oCRXNuKpXaza7RyiJzCdIxd4zuPBmad3WHQ8H5pd-Lk/s1600/prestbat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsd_g8z8WMDnAxTysq23hyphenhyphenmhTjSZss4lASESWfiiry8d9NRFFGXmy3ftmdScCV-OxlyymbDWG_edSL5wU2Pm6QdHnPcsAv3bQ_oCRXNuKpXaza7RyiJzCdIxd4zuPBmad3WHQ8H5pd-Lk/s320/prestbat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275330181987954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bats=weapons for Preston, of course.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlL1ZI2aAQFPILViHuUeXEiAniWCm3uRg1SspCJ0oZZ0UeBd6O7SDf6-3RxuTa_C-IaAqVMqyR-_VG-CEtexM358KxEE-C-0N4V_wzCP09AhtTc33WGbH4bpR4Yup7Uuhjn8z2bWPh740/s1600/chanbat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlL1ZI2aAQFPILViHuUeXEiAniWCm3uRg1SspCJ0oZZ0UeBd6O7SDf6-3RxuTa_C-IaAqVMqyR-_VG-CEtexM358KxEE-C-0N4V_wzCP09AhtTc33WGbH4bpR4Yup7Uuhjn8z2bWPh740/s320/chanbat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275324116696578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chandler enjoyed his maiden voyage at the batting cages.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPU8e1098Rw40wd0_CGMA6c2X8YdcEwg_-tw1FQ3gnSRE78LU9GlNnxLJIYWgjFz0zm7xkxa0To-8MUZdj9zhnXK-ki1wuj-2w65XHC1hS5kPVy5POpvcvWbyPTh-iAxEHTN3Y2p93zag/s1600/ashtonfiesta.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPU8e1098Rw40wd0_CGMA6c2X8YdcEwg_-tw1FQ3gnSRE78LU9GlNnxLJIYWgjFz0zm7xkxa0To-8MUZdj9zhnXK-ki1wuj-2w65XHC1hS5kPVy5POpvcvWbyPTh-iAxEHTN3Y2p93zag/s320/ashtonfiesta.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464274896640395986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ashton is such a happy kid. He didn't even care that he missed out on most of the adventure because he was too little or too young.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jSU-JYRR-Uqh7JlZRQVhlGEehGCNL3fFADHrYqVJ9hUKetDtHQb0YG_GgG3ILvZKcWtyFPt_o3_MkanFckVYpoY_4y2ETD438XFWwwXt7eqVE-Sgl-JBGqolgobUn69SYC2EJoXUHZc/s1600/dadprestboat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jSU-JYRR-Uqh7JlZRQVhlGEehGCNL3fFADHrYqVJ9hUKetDtHQb0YG_GgG3ILvZKcWtyFPt_o3_MkanFckVYpoY_4y2ETD438XFWwwXt7eqVE-Sgl-JBGqolgobUn69SYC2EJoXUHZc/s320/dadprestboat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464274890406459474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jared and Preston in the bumper boat</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y-y9cYpOVx-d_z3rdpLKpeybOHRerNnT4iM6CVc2qTGPavVCylLM9wAMng8AgudIq2TxNNMwzRe_5LjcfIoKBGkeLxu5oD6KhlhN4gWQZAe8HQKAyLJQrJgbBHTh0KXW08i8VMxtc4c/s1600/chandadgocart.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y-y9cYpOVx-d_z3rdpLKpeybOHRerNnT4iM6CVc2qTGPavVCylLM9wAMng8AgudIq2TxNNMwzRe_5LjcfIoKBGkeLxu5oD6KhlhN4gWQZAe8HQKAyLJQrJgbBHTh0KXW08i8VMxtc4c/s320/chandadgocart.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464274880366849010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jared and Chandler in the Go Carts. The kids loved this. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihPzaIy3mMUdTbFDG8NrryyaDlsJ8wEXn1v5oJYX1npSdRmcp_u5CWs21TDsN5Ua0IoCBKykkpvky3VZwKfRuA0kKmDxdYfeHQBFvYGq8aXwAuslAJquUr0gMK2FxsuOlR_vvw1Sz7Es/s1600/prestmomgocart.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihPzaIy3mMUdTbFDG8NrryyaDlsJ8wEXn1v5oJYX1npSdRmcp_u5CWs21TDsN5Ua0IoCBKykkpvky3VZwKfRuA0kKmDxdYfeHQBFvYGq8aXwAuslAJquUr0gMK2FxsuOlR_vvw1Sz7Es/s320/prestmomgocart.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464274873416263394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Preston and I went next. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPTFoAnt2e2VzeAiMq15jltb2sqss8-M5gtD4Ul5ocOQiYY95stsMuBM07AQ0xY0I_65VTDmJswMW_syES5psLJ6WN5UUTOFBVrUB5s273W7gAWYmoF9Zr6Axi-VUnhkygvfYjBLFJlU/s1600/momchantemple.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPTFoAnt2e2VzeAiMq15jltb2sqss8-M5gtD4Ul5ocOQiYY95stsMuBM07AQ0xY0I_65VTDmJswMW_syES5psLJ6WN5UUTOFBVrUB5s273W7gAWYmoF9Zr6Axi-VUnhkygvfYjBLFJlU/s320/momchantemple.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464274864418067682" /></a>Our last day (Sunday) we visited a local church and then walked around the St. George temple. It was a beautiful day.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a great trip! Not pictured: playing at parks, seeing How to Train your Dragon, multiple Polygamist sightings, eating out, swimming at Las Palmas, visiting our favorite pet store, and much, much more. We can't wait to go back!</div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-39395106953515341172010-04-22T13:55:00.001-06:002010-04-22T13:57:56.614-06:00Easter Sunday outfitsEaster Sunday was the same day as General Conference this year, so the boys wore their matching outfits the Sunday before Easter. Easter and Christmas are about the only times I dress the boys alike, but they sure look cute. Chandler is starting to resist matching the younger brothers, so we'll see how long this tradition lasts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitme11QU6w9jQks-8fHNKOrg31NAEF6WaSjPH6h8P_bbgu6kDfeJK21k-9z1q_VJYS-iQGc0JHDKY7zAYsrene3ouJqntNpGztE3xzifhePmcHPIZmsbGZlYiOJa90luiiNoQXJ3johmo/s1600/boys.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitme11QU6w9jQks-8fHNKOrg31NAEF6WaSjPH6h8P_bbgu6kDfeJK21k-9z1q_VJYS-iQGc0JHDKY7zAYsrene3ouJqntNpGztE3xzifhePmcHPIZmsbGZlYiOJa90luiiNoQXJ3johmo/s400/boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463053141781545346" border="0" /></a>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-7449285615211834192010-04-22T13:41:00.003-06:002010-04-22T13:54:26.948-06:00Easter 2010This year, Easter weekend was FREEZING! We started off with our neighborhood egg hunt.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4XljvFU6sBXIXeBkiIs19xR24ryRxAu4za4O00WW-1YurV-jA8519wWjGltfgg_5mKjrchoHcOQNbeEfMKzZrXSq5rM4Ea73cbZJDhZoriYpFT7f-Ix2wJP5EcKZjKn_WEPqsvJ3B4Hk/s1600/dadashtonegghunt.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/AVvXsEg4XljvFU6sBXIXeBkiIs19xR24ryRxAu4za4O00WW-1YurV-jA8519wWjGltfgg_5mKjrchoHcOQNbeEfMKzZrXSq5rM4Ea73cbZJDhZoriYpFT7f-Ix2wJP5EcKZjKn_WEPqsvJ3B4Hk/s320/dadashtonegghunt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463050074764201506" border="0" /></a>Jared and Ashton, struggling to keep warm<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrj3Cm05WUpKwqTqTGDN3h347Rj3DoQd9UTXog6pqTBJDPh-HfYJhTRclMmXXYD9bCxU0q_ruiFmucfbbUEVzsuXnhXVFFXX7ag9f-u_ICLmESn-5l9vh4zDX5amnjOVdtsJ9wRod8Q7c/s1600/chanprestegghunt.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrj3Cm05WUpKwqTqTGDN3h347Rj3DoQd9UTXog6pqTBJDPh-HfYJhTRclMmXXYD9bCxU0q_ruiFmucfbbUEVzsuXnhXVFFXX7ag9f-u_ICLmESn-5l9vh4zDX5amnjOVdtsJ9wRod8Q7c/s320/chanprestegghunt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463050058054335778" border="0" /></a>Preston and Chandler ready to start the hunt.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAaO2IoGkIEpw3XQttyKdPCCgb6rdCgEp5GfqGe6y9xrESCH18kO2z1sMveDs6ByOexrAUfVIk9ImKpXFItzhn53Ct8HPbb-3fUYEAIpEwoIz5usRwUxjhEaMvYei3Y_ZLhrzBYnIFJU/s1600/egghuntgroup.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/AVvXsEhnAaO2IoGkIEpw3XQttyKdPCCgb6rdCgEp5GfqGe6y9xrESCH18kO2z1sMveDs6ByOexrAUfVIk9ImKpXFItzhn53Ct8HPbb-3fUYEAIpEwoIz5usRwUxjhEaMvYei3Y_ZLhrzBYnIFJU/s320/egghuntgroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463050042988287362" border="0" /></a>Our whole group at the egg hunt. Toril and Maggie (visiting from Norway), Mallory, Ashton, Jared, Me, Preston, Chandler, Julie and Mason. Heidi, Devin, Tyson and Holly left early to get out of the cold.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDx_CUc2WcFHXo_0LfU3JTFlcvxLSkSO1FKoERJnLleP3ggNFWoeoQtPgFezUq3SahyemQ-ajrp5XGaesh-uuhuY8WTYQTnH8JswR6is1lVPZJTganXySB3C6jfjfJl64hucfTBmqD10/s1600/ashtonmorn.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDx_CUc2WcFHXo_0LfU3JTFlcvxLSkSO1FKoERJnLleP3ggNFWoeoQtPgFezUq3SahyemQ-ajrp5XGaesh-uuhuY8WTYQTnH8JswR6is1lVPZJTganXySB3C6jfjfJl64hucfTBmqD10/s320/ashtonmorn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049837234441314" border="0" /></a>Ashton on Easter morning. It snowed Easter morning. The Easter Bunny forgot to check the weather report and hid all of the plastic eggs in the backyard late the night before. They were buried in snow and so the egg hunt had to be postponed until the snow melted in the late afternoon. Note to reader: jelly beans can survive in plastic eggs buried in snow!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VtrsWGqn6o3lofIn_A1pLLIe43dd1jzxe4Xm6zwi3wfsIcHIQ9pG_Xqrjq-0pzoo_9mx6xU4y_B5LoaS7FyjQEkB1j26OGuuomhsVYX96sBNF5atFxGbViydXrEiMat8uyoUyFQ6E10/s1600/ashtonbunny.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VtrsWGqn6o3lofIn_A1pLLIe43dd1jzxe4Xm6zwi3wfsIcHIQ9pG_Xqrjq-0pzoo_9mx6xU4y_B5LoaS7FyjQEkB1j26OGuuomhsVYX96sBNF5atFxGbViydXrEiMat8uyoUyFQ6E10/s320/ashtonbunny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049827155538738" border="0" /></a>The "real" Easter bunny showed up for a scavenger hunt at the Hemmerts. Ashton warmed right up to him. You'd almost think they shared some DNA (hint, hint).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncpol4aWuGW8U4ro4cfE8JrMcc7Y6Fe8kLMxedovEY7qufrvdejUlKFuJRHl6-lR1fez1R0ITDdai5VT7QOQI2vNcv88jLu5u21jqkB0GWijgdReE3jOi_9RBSl9feuSfXNL1kIwn3CA/s1600/prestbunny.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncpol4aWuGW8U4ro4cfE8JrMcc7Y6Fe8kLMxedovEY7qufrvdejUlKFuJRHl6-lR1fez1R0ITDdai5VT7QOQI2vNcv88jLu5u21jqkB0GWijgdReE3jOi_9RBSl9feuSfXNL1kIwn3CA/s320/prestbunny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049808516645154" border="0" /></a>Preston and the Bunny<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TQwBt6N5q6llPgiIo19FwJVF6B6efloyO1rTk4Ubggb8DkyiUSFPiqbYQN-cHFPyLF9Sfp-yOqvNGHPxEfsKQ6ADkCaLFDZ5YXRf2ZBqySo7WCGHK_lQYiZvSS6jGSGu4-6bNP7DNvA/s1600/chanbunny.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TQwBt6N5q6llPgiIo19FwJVF6B6efloyO1rTk4Ubggb8DkyiUSFPiqbYQN-cHFPyLF9Sfp-yOqvNGHPxEfsKQ6ADkCaLFDZ5YXRf2ZBqySo7WCGHK_lQYiZvSS6jGSGu4-6bNP7DNvA/s320/chanbunny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049802892877698" border="0" /></a>Chandler and the Bunny<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBbBb5yT6xTIJDftevHFojVV8FRg5y2zaPUkbWF5EeVPm8cBz0IKqzfGPVbAbM9P1QjcLAl7GBfzK86B5oS26tmEUqZkdLVsXFRRZLPZaPfbM11kzFrDLhDwwvmkM_MYnpZPScdLYZvs/s1600/tuckercousins.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBbBb5yT6xTIJDftevHFojVV8FRg5y2zaPUkbWF5EeVPm8cBz0IKqzfGPVbAbM9P1QjcLAl7GBfzK86B5oS26tmEUqZkdLVsXFRRZLPZaPfbM11kzFrDLhDwwvmkM_MYnpZPScdLYZvs/s320/tuckercousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463049789697035922" border="0" /></a>The kids also had a fun "treasure" hunt with their Tucker cousins. Due to all of the snow, it had to be held in the basement so I didn't get any action shots because it was too dark. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">**Chandler, Connor, Preston, Ashton, Hailey, Braxton and Jaxon**<br /></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-62246140780497867252010-04-21T13:45:00.004-06:002010-04-21T13:51:16.657-06:00Doing our part to further the cause of science...February 22, 2010<br /><br />Ashton was asked to take part in a research study at BYU when he was 5 months old. They put this lovely net of sensors on his head and then showed him a series of video images and tried to determine if he noticed inconsistencies in the images. It was pretty interesting. He also did another study at 7 months, but there was no picture. He's so mild mannered he didn't even mind the crazy hair net.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7UPURApuPkA-Oc-u1u9T8tTYDA9Yo1DjqiCLjebT_LWs6-gal9HHAJIPq_lD-zf_qSN0dvX2uBd0t43fFO1v7Gl3PgME5Ja7WfUpmjBIxq92cM98U2XECCUDY8JF4tuZT1MR9OQtpCs/s1600/IMG_0517.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/AVvXsEgU7UPURApuPkA-Oc-u1u9T8tTYDA9Yo1DjqiCLjebT_LWs6-gal9HHAJIPq_lD-zf_qSN0dvX2uBd0t43fFO1v7Gl3PgME5Ja7WfUpmjBIxq92cM98U2XECCUDY8JF4tuZT1MR9OQtpCs/s320/IMG_0517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679576375003522" border="0" /></a>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591170506363368671.post-67112824658267579472010-04-21T13:40:00.003-06:002010-04-21T13:43:29.937-06:00Primary Talent Show 2010February 2010<br /><br />This year for the Primary talent show, both boys decided to show Lego projects that they had made.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZBfOa4-TtJihTAVKJgASJ5VSY6fTPp9Vh_DE5uelOpxbxVRGkcoF1HtwLxU02eOMXXSW1CYkLG74WXbGrYYrsqVjs0iaLAP_UXiLIv1X3Wd0TSWJexipYQZM_wzXjDK_lOf4yYCVAdM/s1600/both.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZBfOa4-TtJihTAVKJgASJ5VSY6fTPp9Vh_DE5uelOpxbxVRGkcoF1HtwLxU02eOMXXSW1CYkLG74WXbGrYYrsqVjs0iaLAP_UXiLIv1X3Wd0TSWJexipYQZM_wzXjDK_lOf4yYCVAdM/s320/both.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678207104903250" border="0" /></a><br />Chandler and Preston showing their projects to everyone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6jf7O3wIVchxeModGBpeLWPRq45PljBfHnV3OcfYHOX5_rvf2VxPE3Jz5vMvZLB6RYPytYqkf-KppfOXAsFjNkbQZ8Gq-VSO_cm7lTkW7y2q63ohyphenhyphenKHFqrnmjwT16ZvIL9RMdjTiROc/s1600/prest.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6jf7O3wIVchxeModGBpeLWPRq45PljBfHnV3OcfYHOX5_rvf2VxPE3Jz5vMvZLB6RYPytYqkf-KppfOXAsFjNkbQZ8Gq-VSO_cm7lTkW7y2q63ohyphenhyphenKHFqrnmjwT16ZvIL9RMdjTiROc/s320/prest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678196858493090" border="0" /></a><br />Preston's project<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nhiKd8Z3P74RbzgP1JbcZrauKsNcIUyFGVmmZh3QqGPN6esBEerq5K0wAvQeg_-6bfwOw2CnP4Erwh27cbfzFszgSOS9fZ_woLV9ClvisrAFVLFqkxKQQLxSl_r33t-hAPLmI8tuDCE/s1600/chan.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/AVvXsEg3nhiKd8Z3P74RbzgP1JbcZrauKsNcIUyFGVmmZh3QqGPN6esBEerq5K0wAvQeg_-6bfwOw2CnP4Erwh27cbfzFszgSOS9fZ_woLV9ClvisrAFVLFqkxKQQLxSl_r33t-hAPLmI8tuDCE/s320/chan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678177520293218" border="0" /></a><br />Chandler's project<br /></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601814688276740345noreply@blogger.com1