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God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: July 1st, 2009, 5:58pm PDT by Kami

  If you haven’t seen this already, here it is.  Obama our superhero.

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Ian in I.T.

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  Posted: July 1st, 2009, 11:10am PDT by ian

  
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  Posted: June 29th, 2009, 1:33pm PDT by ian

  The following is an open letter written to our Nation’s leaders.  It was originally written by a woman named Janet Contreras.  It was read at our Tea Party on June 27th, 2009.  I really agree with just about everything she said in the letter.

  I’m a home grown American citizen, registered Democrat all my life. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. There must be someone. Please tell me who you are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you’re willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I would horribly feel so disenfranchised by both major political parties. What kind of nut job am I? Will you please tell me?

  Well, these are briefly my views and issues for which I seek representation:

  One, illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I’m not a racist. This isn’t to be confused with legal immigration.

  Two, the TARP bill, I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you no, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.

  Three: Czars, I want the circumvention of our checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution and honor it.

  Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There is more to say.

  Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision. Don’t you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night and then go on break. Slow down!

  Six, growing government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real obligations. Why don’t you start there.

  Seven, ACORN. I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes. Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census over with our taxpayer money. I don’t trust them with our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people. Investigate.

  Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs. That is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support. I never got a job from a poor person. Why do you want me to hate my employers? Why ‑‑ what do you have against shareholders making a profit?

  Nine, charitable contributions. Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves.

  Ten, corporate bailouts. Knock it off. Sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we’ll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. Have you ever ripped off a Band‑Aid? We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us.

  Eleven, transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about it? Let’s have it. Let’s say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please try ‑‑ please stop manipulating and trying to appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me.

  Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.

  Take a breath. Listen to the people. Let’s just slow down and get some input from some non-politicians on the subject. Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I’m busy. I’m busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave.

  I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened? You are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance.

  Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is such urgency and recklessness in all of the recent spending.

  From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on you to bring our concerns to Washington. Our president often knows all the right buzzword is unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don’t want your overpriced words. Stop treating us like we’re morons.

  We want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented. You think we’re so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work , pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone and we are now looking up at you.

  You have awakened us, the patriotic spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have cancelled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn’t ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us when he will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution.

  Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don’t care. Political parties are meaningless to us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution and that is all that matters to us now. We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest.

  As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you. If you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one.

  We are coming. Are we coming for you?

  Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming.

  We the people are coming.

  
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  Posted: June 29th, 2009, 1:29pm PDT by ian

  We just got back from a trip to Yellowstone National park and Fort Collins, CO.  Here’s a sequence of events.

  Monday June 15, 2009

  We left in the morning to meet up in Yellowstone at the Mammoth campground.  We were meeting my brother, Shaun, and his family. They arrived in Yellowstone the night before so that we could be sure to have a camp site.  We arrived in the campground at around 7:30 or so.  We ate some hotdogs and setup camp.  It was pretty nice.  The bathrooms were near by and they were clean.  It rained that night but our tents held out just fine and we all stayed dry.

  Tuesday June 16th, 2009

  We went and saw a bunch of hot springs and stuff.  We saw Old Faithful do its stuff.  We saw a bunch of really smelly stuff and it rained on us off and on.  There was a pretty cool visitor’s center near our campground for that night.  We went there and saw a short movie about Yellowstone.  It was pretty cool.  At that point we decided that we would rather go to Fort Collins and spend time together there, rather than more site seeing the next day.

  The Campground that night (The Canyons) was probably the best camp site I’ve ever stayed at.  The sites weren’t too close together, it had a nice fire pit with some seating around it.  Nice bathrooms and even some firewood around.  We had hamburgers that night and the kids had a good time playing light sabers with glow sticks.

  Wednesday June 17, 2009

  We packed up camp ate some breakfast.  We got on the road fairly early.  We saw a couple more hot springs on the way out and cancelled our reservation for that night.  The trip was relatively uneventful until shortly after a lunch stop.  Weston kicked off the sicknesses.  Shaun got sick a couple hours later, about 2 hours from Fort Collins.  Stuart and I got sick after we arrived at their house and traded off turns in the bathroom.  Luckily we didn’t have any head on collisions.  It’s a good thing we weren’t still camping.  We initially thought it was food poisoning because it came and went so fast but Kami and Jenni came down with it a few days later.

  Thursday June 18 – Sunday June 21, 2009

  I’ll lump these days together since most of it was spent with someone on their back.  We spent the days hanging out around the house.  I really had a good time.  The kids got to play together a lot.  We played a bunch of Guitar Hero.  We went to church (everyone was feeling better by then).  We played D&D and Crossbows and Catapults.  It was very relaxing and enjoyable.  We also celebrated fathers day.  Shaun got some DVDs and I got a “Meh” t-shirt.  We had cake and my Cousin and his wife came over to play games.

  Monday June 22, 2009

  Since this was the first day that everyone was back to 100% we decided to go out.  They had an awesome park with fountains to play in and a huge play structure.  We spent the morning there and then in the after noon we went to see old town.  Old town was nice.  We went to a couple of shops and had ice cream at the Ben and Jerry’s store.  That night Shaun and Jenni called their Nanny to come and watch the kids while we went to the Brazillian BBQ.  It was soooo good.

  Tuesday June 23 – June 27, 2009

  We drove to Springville, UT to see Kami’s parents for a few days.  We went to Thanksgiving Point (Natural History Museum), saw Up 3D and went to the planetarium.  We also played abunch of Guitar Hero.  On Friday we drove to Boise, ID and stayed the night there and drove home on Saturday.  We made it home in time for the Tea Party in Pullman.  I’m really glad we did.

  All in all, it was a very good trip.  There was a lot of driving but it was all well worth it.

  
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  Posted: June 28th, 2009, 4:01pm PDT by ian

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  Tea Party Speech #2

  We had our second Tea Party yesterday.  Here’s the speech from it.

  

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 28th, 2009, 7:31am PDT by Megan

  Sunday morning we went to church at the Palmyra ward. It was a nice meeting. Then we drove the 1/2 mile down the road to the Sacred Grove. There was a beautiful path to walk along, and we all soaked in the immense reverence of standing in the place where Joseph saw God the Father and His son Jesus Christ. It was wonderful to walk and quietly talk to my boys about their feelings of the last week. At the end of the trail is a small grove with benches where the kids spread out and sat with paper and pen to record their feelings about the Savior. We all except Hazel) would have been content to just sit in that grove all day and feel Heaven close around us. br /br / We did have to leave though and we walked to the Smith Family homes and took a couple of pictures.br /br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjwnJaoI/AAAAAAAADOs/uCHY0jwHPgQ/s1600-h/CIMG6767.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjwnJaoI/AAAAAAAADOs/uCHY0jwHPgQ/s400/CIMG6767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353422674427734658" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjqR4LlI/AAAAAAAADOk/VC7QtOyOR5M/s1600-h/CIMG6784.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjqR4LlI/AAAAAAAADOk/VC7QtOyOR5M/s400/CIMG6784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353422672727912018" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjPeNdGI/AAAAAAAADOc/Kq-iOoUdfVY/s1600-h/CIMG6788.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkstjPeNdGI/AAAAAAAADOc/Kq-iOoUdfVY/s400/CIMG6788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353422665531880546" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-5943632283694808842?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 27th, 2009, 4:23pm PDT by Megan

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Weston & Emmerson

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  Posted: June 27th, 2009, 9:02am PDT by Jenni

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Weston became a park ranger for us. Interpretation:br /br /"Welcome to Yellowstone. Tonight, if you see a ... in the middle if you see rabbits behind you, behind you and you and you. If you see a moose, you can watch a moose movie. If you don't, you couldn't watch a movie, then you could go back to the tent (enter Emmie) and can play games when they're here (his cousins Andy and Stuart). If you climb up the trees, you have to climb down when the squirrels are scary." The End.br /br /Road trip through Wyoming. I don't know why Weston put a sticker on his forehead.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9b5282I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/fzozHTeFf8A/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9b5282I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/fzozHTeFf8A/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152080103961442" border="0" //aWhen in the woods ...br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9iNMx_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZL5CqUS7gNA/s1600-h/IMG_4290.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9iNMx_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZL5CqUS7gNA/s320/IMG_4290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152081795696626" border="0" //abr /Wildlifebr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqQTmBsyI/AAAAAAAAA34/3bHFf2GTfPw/s1600-h/IMG_4401.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqQTmBsyI/AAAAAAAAA34/3bHFf2GTfPw/s320/IMG_4401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152404290810658" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap-dyXQCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5_0TgsoYKZc/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap-dyXQCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5_0TgsoYKZc/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152097789263906" border="0" //abr /The herd of bison had the right away.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap-ObOVjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/EMfZqGIyuC4/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap-ObOVjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/EMfZqGIyuC4/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152093665678898" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9w1yihI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8cBDo3Ed_lE/s1600-h/IMG_4287.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skap9w1yihI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8cBDo3Ed_lE/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152085724039698" border="0" //abr /At our first camp site - waiting for Ian, Kami, Stuart and Andy to arrive.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnFvHtUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/roWTSgqWb7I/s1600-h/IMG_4352.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnFvHtUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/roWTSgqWb7I/s320/IMG_4352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152795707848002" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqRQgBVaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fPNL4h-N8tI/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqRQgBVaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fPNL4h-N8tI/s320/IMG_4332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152420640183714" border="0" //abr /Weston listening on the walkie talkie for his cousins to come in range.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqRKXSyVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tHah6UrmmCA/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqRKXSyVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tHah6UrmmCA/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152418992965970" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqQzU7WtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/hcwU5mXTaW8/s1600-h/IMG_4330.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqQzU7WtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/hcwU5mXTaW8/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152412809026258" border="0" //abr /Cousins arrive. Stuart takes Andy and Weston on a werewolf hunt.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7gyFhbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/faTXqLUJ-AY/s1600-h/IMG_4393.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7gyFhbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/faTXqLUJ-AY/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153146565428658" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7Yt_cNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yPi_fivXxNU/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7Yt_cNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yPi_fivXxNU/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153144400769234" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7LJYg5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/vLq8n5Iwveg/s1600-h/IMG_4368.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7LJYg5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/vLq8n5Iwveg/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153140757562258" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnvzH_FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/LXffBcjf0AE/s1600-h/IMG_4363.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnvzH_FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/LXffBcjf0AE/s320/IMG_4363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152806998932562" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnUeqM-I/AAAAAAAAA44/lVv6pw09CK0/s1600-h/IMG_4355.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaqnUeqM-I/AAAAAAAAA44/lVv6pw09CK0/s320/IMG_4355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152799665337314" border="0" //abr /Camp site #2. Emmie kickin' back with the guys.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaryKSVp-I/AAAAAAAAA64/VGOioDOgWWE/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkaryKSVp-I/AAAAAAAAA64/VGOioDOgWWE/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154085419493346" border="0" //abr /Site-seeing at Mammoth Hot Springs and Old Faithful.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarxwiqYgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GNjxtYGMer0/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarxwiqYgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GNjxtYGMer0/s320/IMG_4499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154078508638722" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarxSE3G7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/15_xHxSgy5I/s1600-h/IMG_4493.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarxSE3G7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/15_xHxSgy5I/s320/IMG_4493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154070330579890" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skarwxtk4CI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5zza3-WP4VQ/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skarwxtk4CI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5zza3-WP4VQ/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154061642981410" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarS_Yts4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2i5eW7vp1Ig/s1600-h/IMG_4447.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarS_Yts4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2i5eW7vp1Ig/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153549917500290" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarSi9Ia5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/c2yI925hQMY/s1600-h/IMG_4422.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarSi9Ia5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/c2yI925hQMY/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153542285618066" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarSUAgLeI/AAAAAAAAA54/5HUq8Q4nu-U/s1600-h/IMG_4409.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarSUAgLeI/AAAAAAAAA54/5HUq8Q4nu-U/s320/IMG_4409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153538273226210" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarRxJpu1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/W9ffe8JDb0k/s1600-h/IMG_4406.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkarRxJpu1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/W9ffe8JDb0k/s320/IMG_4406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153528916360018" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7-wWTZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/n4_kFHys_LQ/s1600-h/IMG_4394.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq7-wWTZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/n4_kFHys_LQ/s320/IMG_4394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153154611203474" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq8UzMxHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_Q7TpXDI2-E/s1600-h/IMG_4396.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skaq8UzMxHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_Q7TpXDI2-E/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352153160528741490" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-2996912685411027904?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 27th, 2009, 8:20am PDT by Jenni

  The end of this school year was jam-packed full of activities ... so this post will be a little image-heavy. br /br /Mr. Cornwall and his sixth graders had a field day the day before the last day of school. He invited us to come, and we all had a picnic lunch together. Then Weston got to run around with all the 6th graders, and Emmie got to be loved on by all the 6th grade girls that want to be our babysitter. I got to sit on our picnic blanket and just relax!br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab8SLehcI/AAAAAAAAA14/gv-BpYlQ4Gk/s1600-h/IMG_4162.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab8SLehcI/AAAAAAAAA14/gv-BpYlQ4Gk/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352136667150845378" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab87N-y0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/XTEdS8zesWc/s1600-h/IMG_4169.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab87N-y0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/XTEdS8zesWc/s320/IMG_4169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352136678167202626" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab8HP_wBI/AAAAAAAAA1w/izw-poX6kK0/s1600-h/IMG_4157.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab8HP_wBI/AAAAAAAAA1w/izw-poX6kK0/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352136664217010194" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbLfQDAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UxBVS9qZ2nI/s1600-h/IMG_4174.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbLfQDAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UxBVS9qZ2nI/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137197930679298" border="0" //abr /Weston graduated from his first year of Joy School.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab7wBerKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f3BVwesPNgU/s1600-h/IMG_4106.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab7wBerKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f3BVwesPNgU/s320/IMG_4106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352136657982106786" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab7olAQ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/FJWNpOZt_78/s1600-h/IMG_4120.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skab7olAQ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/FJWNpOZt_78/s320/IMG_4120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352136655983625154" border="0" //abr /Emmie and Weston having a snack on a blanket in our back yard while Mom and Dad do the yard work. We've spent a lot of time working on our house this last year, but my favorite is working outside. The kids helped plant our garden, and Emmie likes to push the lawn mower with me (disclaimer: Shaun does most of the mowing, and gets mad at me if I do it before he gets home).br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadA8T7hGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cwVYRbBIR1M/s1600-h/IMG_4234.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadA8T7hGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cwVYRbBIR1M/s320/IMG_4234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137846691693666" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skacb7i2LTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tYoszp2L8Dc/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Skacb7i2LTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tYoszp2L8Dc/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137210830662962" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbicX9EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cxnuTCrk1KI/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbicX9EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cxnuTCrk1KI/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137204092630082" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbStvLrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/PSvrHHzPZ_Y/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkacbStvLrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/PSvrHHzPZ_Y/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137199870488242" border="0" //aThis is our inside project - our kitchen. We finally got countertops before Ian and Kami came (thank goodness), and the kitchen is now workable. We have a few more things to paint, and then final kitchen pictures will be posted.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadBQ7ffoI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zsOHnHKMvZY/s1600-h/IMG_4243.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadBQ7ffoI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zsOHnHKMvZY/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137852226338434" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadBnJi3OI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9Y3jf9FuCNk/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SkadBnJi3OI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9Y3jf9FuCNk/s320/IMG_4246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137858190859490" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-759803275814414433?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: June 27th, 2009, 7:00am PDT by Shaun

  I forgot that Michael Jackson was on the Simpsons.

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 27th, 2009, 12:29am PDT by Megan

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvoZlVptI/AAAAAAAADJM/anBXAz6axqI/s1600-h/CIMG6466.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvoZlVptI/AAAAAAAADJM/anBXAz6axqI/s400/CIMG6466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352017578285180626" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvoMMdj3I/AAAAAAAADJE/G7a8UQmk30Y/s1600-h/CIMG6495.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvoMMdj3I/AAAAAAAADJE/G7a8UQmk30Y/s400/CIMG6495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352017574691180402" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvniFxlHI/AAAAAAAADI8/3zsSu-f5VOU/s1600-h/CIMG6494.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvniFxlHI/AAAAAAAADI8/3zsSu-f5VOU/s400/CIMG6494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352017563388843122" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvnYgH9wI/AAAAAAAADI0/-6g-euituno/s1600-h/CIMG6484.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvnYgH9wI/AAAAAAAADI0/-6g-euituno/s400/CIMG6484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352017560815007490" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvmyx1AqI/AAAAAAAADIs/sAnz4EVo76o/s1600-h/CIMG6467.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYvmyx1AqI/AAAAAAAADIs/sAnz4EVo76o/s400/CIMG6467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352017550688715426" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuX50niEI/AAAAAAAADIc/KTqg7q3hUjc/s1600-h/CIMG6515.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuX50niEI/AAAAAAAADIc/KTqg7q3hUjc/s400/CIMG6515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352016195369797698" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuXRuKPGI/AAAAAAAADIU/tBZgTvJRh9c/s1600-h/CIMG6508.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuXRuKPGI/AAAAAAAADIU/tBZgTvJRh9c/s400/CIMG6508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352016184605293666" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuXKiZUpI/AAAAAAAADIM/1D-oa2tHx6o/s1600-h/CIMG6502.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuXKiZUpI/AAAAAAAADIM/1D-oa2tHx6o/s400/CIMG6502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352016182676902546" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuW5jr4WI/AAAAAAAADIE/pEzO45cVimw/s1600-h/CIMG6498.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYuW5jr4WI/AAAAAAAADIE/pEzO45cVimw/s400/CIMG6498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352016178118910306" border="0" //abr /After Liberty we decided to take a side trip to Haun’s Mill Site. It was a great adventure. There was only a stone marker memorializing the spot of the massacre, a vandalized sigh and a lot of mud. We explored for a little while and decided to move on, but came to this cool old bridge. We took lots of pictures and played a game of Pooh Sticks. Then we consulted with the GPS and decided to go out a different way than we came in. Dumb idea… The road was hardly a road. It was steep and gravely, deeply pitted and many large rocks jutting out. Kenneth did a great job of not getting the van stuck. I did a good job of not passing out as I held my breath in fear. Speaking of driving the kids agree that the best part of the day was the rollercoaster hills in the road, and the Mom who could not contain herself from driving a bit too fast over the hills. It was just too fun to hear the kids all laughing.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-1348266692161096040?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 26th, 2009, 7:57pm PDT by Megan

  Today we went to Kirtland, which is the city that the Saints stayed in for 7 years (the longest they were anywhere before Salt Lake City). We stayed in a hotel last night and that meant that breakfast needed to be cold. So we had cold cereal. I will admit that I had a momentary lapse in judgement and bought sugared cereal. So not only did we polish off 3 boxes of cereal in 10 minutes but all the kids were humming with energy. We got to the kirtland visitor center and the tour included a 20 minute video. The kids and kenneth could not abide another movie so Kenneth asked if we could have a tour without the movie and the Missionary had a hard time with that, he really wanted us to see the movie. He said it wasn't possible to tour without the movie. So Kenneth turned to the kids and said "who wnats to go to Niagara Falls?". The kids cheered and were ready to go. What kids wouldn't pick a raging waterfall over history?!? There was another senior missionary couple who saved the day and said they wold take is. It was one of our best tours. They were wonderful.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1ne2Y_9I/AAAAAAAADPU/-cWMPdRGxnQ/s1600-h/CIMG6750.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1ne2Y_9I/AAAAAAAADPU/-cWMPdRGxnQ/s400/CIMG6750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431534472331218" border="0" //aWe saw the Kirtland temple (after our real tour) which the saints built and then had to abandon when they were driven out. It is owned by the Community of Christ Church (who incidentally, also wanted us to watch a movie before we could take a tour, but we didn't and a guide took us on a tour between tours.) It is well preserved, but not a temple in spirit anymore. It was very interesting to the kids and I that to go inside gave us the same kind of feeling as when someone moves and the house is empty. Nostalgia might be a word for it. Like when you remember all the great memories that you once knew there...br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mzhPozI/AAAAAAAADPM/_IXcWYikSEQ/s1600-h/CIMG6748.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mzhPozI/AAAAAAAADPM/_IXcWYikSEQ/s400/CIMG6748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431522840912690" border="0" //aOutside the Kirtland Temple (I am having a problem getting the pictures in vertical, sorry)br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mnzBnpI/AAAAAAAADPE/Z0cOaX_EpZA/s1600-h/CIMG6747.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mnzBnpI/AAAAAAAADPE/Z0cOaX_EpZA/s400/CIMG6747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431519694266002" border="0" //aThe temple again.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mJgw_JI/AAAAAAAADO8/gO_8qT8dszA/s1600-h/CIMG6741.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1mJgw_JI/AAAAAAAADO8/gO_8qT8dszA/s400/CIMG6741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431511564614802" border="0" //aThis is the Whitney Family home. Newel K Whitney is a man I knew little bits about before and I have a great admiration for now. He was truly a man who was willing to give all he had for the cause of truth. The picture below is in the room above his store where the "School of the Prophets" was held.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1kmA4gEI/AAAAAAAADO0/zGTPxwe1lsQ/s1600-h/CIMG6735.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sks1kmA4gEI/AAAAAAAADO0/zGTPxwe1lsQ/s400/CIMG6735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353431484855779394" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-7494051322995061570?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 26th, 2009, 4:19pm PDT by Megan

  p class="MsoNormal"This morning we visited Carthage Jail, the site of the martyrdom of Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum.span style="" /spanIt is a beautiful property like all church properties.span style="" /spanThe building has been well preserved, to sit in the room is to take a step back into time.span style="" /spanThe spirit in that room is as if the Prophet Joseph was just there.span style="" /spanI would have liked to sit and soak in more of that feeling of love and peace, the affirmation that all he lived for lives on.span style="" /span/p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p div class="verse" /div p class="MsoNormal"Outside the building are numerous monuments with quotes from Joseph Smith.span style="" /spanAs we were coming out of the building, I saw one with the quote:span style="" /span“And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of him: That he lives! For we saw him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that he is the Only Begotten of the Father" What a statement to have sealed with his blood. It would be hard to study the gospel and not be overwhelmed with gratitude for the power of that testimony./p a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO454lCvI/AAAAAAAADM0/ba8nUG6Cvv8/s1600-h/CIMG6677.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO454lCvI/AAAAAAAADM0/ba8nUG6Cvv8/s400/CIMG6677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263052926716658" border="0" //aView out the window that Joseph Smith fell out of.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO4oylqfI/AAAAAAAADMs/hldr5XoM8Zs/s1600-h/CIMG6676.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO4oylqfI/AAAAAAAADMs/hldr5XoM8Zs/s400/CIMG6676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263048338188786" border="0" //aThe door that Hyrum was shot through, the bullet hole is still there.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO4ff4JyI/AAAAAAAADMk/2hWPRdh6rYc/s1600-h/CIMG6674.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO4ff4JyI/AAAAAAAADMk/2hWPRdh6rYc/s400/CIMG6674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263045843789602" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO38nUQII/AAAAAAAADMc/rl4YySE7bFc/s1600-h/CIMG6673.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO38nUQII/AAAAAAAADMc/rl4YySE7bFc/s400/CIMG6673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263036479750274" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO3sIobTI/AAAAAAAADMU/X2kp6Q6yTH0/s1600-h/CIMG6671.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcO3sIobTI/AAAAAAAADMU/X2kp6Q6yTH0/s400/CIMG6671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263032056081714" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-3785389310847136780?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 26th, 2009, 2:59pm PDT by Megan

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIHNy7p_I/AAAAAAAADMM/b-FicruiYH4/s1600-h/CIMG6593.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIHNy7p_I/AAAAAAAADMM/b-FicruiYH4/s400/CIMG6593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352255602208516082" border="0" //aTruman and Bekah "riding" a sheep at the yarn spinning demonstration. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFkOvvCI/AAAAAAAADME/abJMgkEEYA0/s1600-h/CIMG6589.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFkOvvCI/AAAAAAAADME/abJMgkEEYA0/s400/CIMG6589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352255573871016994" border="0" //aChristian tying off the piece of rope that our family made together. The Missionaries running the demonstration did a good job with an analogy between rope making and working together as a family to remain strong. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFVnoZjI/AAAAAAAADL8/wtCjx9uo3O8/s1600-h/CIMG6587.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFVnoZjI/AAAAAAAADL8/wtCjx9uo3O8/s400/CIMG6587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352255569948862002" border="0" //aHere we are making the rope. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFCeY_EI/AAAAAAAADL0/EYrlYwNGa2E/s1600-h/CIMG6580.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcIFCeY_EI/AAAAAAAADL0/EYrlYwNGa2E/s400/CIMG6580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352255564809829442" border="0" //aHere is Hazel at the privy. I do think she used every bathroom and out house at least one today. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcF0LRLuOI/AAAAAAAADLs/A_F8HF2YETo/s1600-h/CIMG6610.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcF0LRLuOI/AAAAAAAADLs/A_F8HF2YETo/s400/CIMG6610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253076089321698" border="0" //aRebekah "tending" the flock, in pioneer garb. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzuNEwbI/AAAAAAAADLk/DLtQYFfd1mM/s1600-h/CIMG6609.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzuNEwbI/AAAAAAAADLk/DLtQYFfd1mM/s400/CIMG6609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253068287459762" border="0" //aHazel also dressed in pioneer clothes. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzYpqN1I/AAAAAAAADLc/5kgw6W_SORg/s1600-h/CIMG6608.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzYpqN1I/AAAAAAAADLc/5kgw6W_SORg/s400/CIMG6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253062501775186" border="0" //aAbby's turn with the flock. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzIqAglI/AAAAAAAADLU/Fj6o9OHUIcs/s1600-h/CIMG6607.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFzIqAglI/AAAAAAAADLU/Fj6o9OHUIcs/s400/CIMG6607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253058208268882" border="0" //a4 Pioneer Sisters. Plenty of help to run a homestead. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFyqozK0I/AAAAAAAADLM/xnFdFwcCfZQ/s1600-h/CIMG6601.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcFyqozK0I/AAAAAAAADLM/xnFdFwcCfZQ/s400/CIMG6601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253050150136642" border="0" //aNate and Hazel "On their way to town". br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEbdJUgSI/AAAAAAAADLE/kQg8q54Y3rA/s1600-h/CIMG6630.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEbdJUgSI/AAAAAAAADLE/kQg8q54Y3rA/s400/CIMG6630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251551879823650" border="0" //aThe kids and I in front of the "Nauvoo House". I think that this is the actual building not a reconstruction. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEa1AJvmI/AAAAAAAADK8/t8GSWk8kSak/s1600-h/CIMG6628.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEa1AJvmI/AAAAAAAADK8/t8GSWk8kSak/s400/CIMG6628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251541103951458" border="0" //aOur Ox Cart ride. Joseph F. Smith was incharge of the oxen all the way across the plains when he was 7 1/2. Rebekah is that same age and to see her next to the oxen gave me new awe at the great stories about that man. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEaluyCYI/AAAAAAAADK0/DrlxThdOjEA/s1600-h/CIMG6627.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEaluyCYI/AAAAAAAADK0/DrlxThdOjEA/s400/CIMG6627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251537004562818" border="0" //aBefore the Ox ride. Notice Rebekah in front of the Ox. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEaFjRl4I/AAAAAAAADKs/wybabX59bAk/s1600-h/CIMG6615.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEaFjRl4I/AAAAAAAADKs/wybabX59bAk/s400/CIMG6615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251528366364546" border="0" //aNate keeping house. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEZ-UFKAI/AAAAAAAADKk/nFyrAC74CUo/s1600-h/CIMG6612.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcEZ-UFKAI/AAAAAAAADKk/nFyrAC74CUo/s400/CIMG6612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251526423586818" border="0" //aAnd Nate riding again. br / br /meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"/o:smarttagtypeo:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"/o:smarttagtype!--[if gte mso 9]xml w:worddocument w:viewNormal/w:View w:zoom0/w:Zoom w:punctuationkerning/ w:validateagainstschemas/ w:saveifxmlinvalidfalse/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid w:ignoremixedcontentfalse/w:IgnoreMixedContent w:alwaysshowplaceholdertextfalse/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText w:compatibility w:breakwrappedtables/ w:snaptogridincell/ w:wraptextwithpunct/ w:useasianbreakrules/ w:dontgrowautofit/ /w:Compatibility w:browserlevelMicrosoftInternetExplorer4/w:BrowserLevel /w:WordDocument /xml![endif]--!--[if gte mso 9]xml w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156" /w:LatentStyles /xml![endif]--!--[if !mso]object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"/object style st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } /style ![endif]--style !-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} -- /style!--[if gte mso 10] style /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} /style ![endif]-- p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"Sunset on the st1:state st="on"st1:place st="on"Mississippi/st1:place/st1:state/p span style=";font-family:quot;;font-size:12;" /spanAfter seeing all that we could in a day we headed back to the campsite for a quick roast of hotdogs over the fire, we headed back to Nauvoo for a pioneer style variety show. The kids got to decorate a paper hat and take an instrument or a flag and march with the missionaries in a parade. The show was really fun. I laughed out loud several times. There was one of the older sister missionaries did a funny recitation of Rindercella, where the first letters of words were mixed up. The moral of the story was something like “If you want to go to a bancy fall and have a prandsome hince lall in fove with you don’t forget to slop your dripper.” (Kenneth just pointed out that he is amazed at how funny many of the acts were without being coarse or tacky. And I agree!) br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCD9_ouNI/AAAAAAAADKc/XeIRbsO3Hls/s1600-h/CIMG6640.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCD9_ouNI/AAAAAAAADKc/XeIRbsO3Hls/s400/CIMG6640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248949357459666" border="0" //aTruman and Rebekah sideways (sorry) in front of the shoe and boot store. br / br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDlsof3I/AAAAAAAADKU/upfyr2I_b20/s1600-h/CIMG6639.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDlsof3I/AAAAAAAADKU/upfyr2I_b20/s400/CIMG6639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248942835302258" border="0" //aThe shoe forms hanging inside. We learned how to make shoes. I was supprised to discover that shoes weren't made in a left and a right. Then to make them wear more evenly, the wearer would switch which foot they were on daily. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDb9lBNI/AAAAAAAADKM/EVdV-kMuxdQ/s1600-h/CIMG6638.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDb9lBNI/AAAAAAAADKM/EVdV-kMuxdQ/s400/CIMG6638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248940222022866" border="0" //aInside the gunsmith shop. The men went there while us womenfolk went to the school and post office. We were all impressed with the stories about the great faith of families that ran these shops. I will try to make a post with the info. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDIoRtDI/AAAAAAAADKE/ezg6gVQSfJ4/s1600-h/CIMG6637.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCDIoRtDI/AAAAAAAADKE/ezg6gVQSfJ4/s400/CIMG6637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248935032402994" border="0" //aThis is Sydney infront of the Nauvoo Mansion. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCCtnYhWI/AAAAAAAADJ8/w3NuaybaLbo/s1600-h/CIMG6633.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcCCtnYhWI/AAAAAAAADJ8/w3NuaybaLbo/s400/CIMG6633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248927780898146" border="0" //aThe grave stones of Joseph, Emma and Hyrum Smith. And Truman, Syd and Bekah... br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAIXBUrLI/AAAAAAAADJ0/dHJasxf2vQo/s1600-h/CIMG6659.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAIXBUrLI/AAAAAAAADJ0/dHJasxf2vQo/s400/CIMG6659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246825771642034" border="0" //aOur not so good in the dark photo infront of the statues of Hyrum and Joseph, leaving Nauvoo, on their way to Carthage Jail. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAIIu5b5I/AAAAAAAADJs/-R9PigV9zT4/s1600-h/CIMG6655.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAIIu5b5I/AAAAAAAADJs/-R9PigV9zT4/s400/CIMG6655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246821936263058" border="0" //aThe beautiful Rebuilt Nauvoo Temple. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAH2XA83I/AAAAAAAADJk/PYflVXbwEyE/s1600-h/CIMG6650.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAH2XA83I/AAAAAAAADJk/PYflVXbwEyE/s400/CIMG6650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246817004254066" border="0" //aThis picture is also not so good but is important to include because of the following 2 stories. In the morning we went first to the Visitor Center and Hazel made friends with the sister missionary that is to her right in the picture. They talked (or rather Hazel talked and the Sister listened and laughed alot) for a long time, and it was hard to break Hazel away. In the evening as we were walking to the Sunset on the Mississippi, we saw the sister walking and Hazel called out to her and her companion (now wearing pioneer clothes) "Hey you girls look cute! Didn't you wear a blue dress in the morning?" So the missionarys took Hazel over to the table where they were making hats for the parade. br /Story 2: We went to see a show for kids and it was put on by the special "Preformance Missionaries" who are all college age and spend 4 months in the summer performing and serving in Nauvoo. So when the show was over Nate wanted to meet the actors. The main girl was Anna-Amanda (played by a tiny 21 year old girl). She asked Nate where he was from and the conversation was like this: br /"Where are you from?" br /"Mesa arizona" br /"Really I am from Tempe, do you know where that is? br /"No" br /"It is near Mesa" br /"oh... Can I have your phone number?" br / br /So Nate is in that picture standing next to "Anna-Amanda" who he now thinks about often. br / br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAHbrwN1I/AAAAAAAADJc/1Tgcf27e4gA/s1600-h/CIMG6646.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAHbrwN1I/AAAAAAAADJc/1Tgcf27e4gA/s400/CIMG6646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246809843480402" border="0" //aAbby in the Women's Garden, celebrating the many roles of women. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAHJhz5yI/AAAAAAAADJU/RxPbgaoR6L4/s1600-h/CIMG6645.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkcAHJhz5yI/AAAAAAAADJU/RxPbgaoR6L4/s400/CIMG6645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246804969940770" border="0" //aAnd Sydney studing up. br / br / br /div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-3155266787124742307?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: June 26th, 2009, 11:36am PDT

  One of my favorite teachers at WSU, who only taught one year as a visiting professor, writes editorials every once in a while. I enjoyed this editorial about the iPhone and more generally all the little gadgets that spring up that we think we can't survive without.br /br /check it out a href="http://rustonleader.com/editcol.php"here./adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-4359578183744524566?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: June 25th, 2009, 5:03pm PDT by Shaun

  

  The king of pop died today. I still love his music!

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: June 25th, 2009, 12:56pm PDT

  Summer is here which means Kelly goes to work. She is involved in a Summer Theater program that takes up here day from 9-5. I have the wonderful time to be with the kids for the summer. Yesterday we went to Tolmie State Park at the Advise of my mom. The tide was really low almost a -5. Mackenzie didn't want to walk to the water, but Spencer and I did. I ended up carrying both of them for while.br /br /As we were getting ready to walk up the trail to go home, a nice man showed us his find from the low tide. He found a baby octopus. That made my day and the kids liked it too.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPXnp6yKTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LdYFmkLLYtI/s1600-h/IMG_2715.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPXnp6yKTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LdYFmkLLYtI/s320/IMG_2715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357858513561906" border="0" //abr /We also saw jelly fish.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPX3h0wLfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W0yWq8T-zAA/s1600-h/IMG_2699.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPX3h0wLfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W0yWq8T-zAA/s320/IMG_2699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358131218689522" border="0" //abr /And Spencer liked the Sand Dollars.a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPYIO2kytI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pRhrfHD91Co/s1600-h/IMG_2707.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SkPYIO2kytI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pRhrfHD91Co/s320/IMG_2707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358418183834322" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-7299698332583351869?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 23rd, 2009, 11:37pm PDT by Megan

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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYoMVWHoVI/AAAAAAAADH8/Wz8u88Lh69s/s400/CIMG6434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352009399529873746" border="0" //a br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYoMBxQiqI/AAAAAAAADH0/wnQzZNZVheo/s1600-h/CIMG6430.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYoMBxQiqI/AAAAAAAADH0/wnQzZNZVheo/s400/CIMG6430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352009394274994850" border="0" //a br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYoLk8-xII/AAAAAAAADHs/xNso4_cH9dM/s1600-h/CIMG6429.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYoLk8-xII/AAAAAAAADHs/xNso4_cH9dM/s400/CIMG6429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352009386539533442" border="0" //a br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOhTiU7I/AAAAAAAADHU/qxLFrzeLFQg/s1600-h/CIMG6456.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOhTiU7I/AAAAAAAADHU/qxLFrzeLFQg/s400/CIMG6456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352002840030237618" border="0" //a br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOUGr53I/AAAAAAAADHM/K1kyP0_jOQU/s1600-h/CIMG6452.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOUGr53I/AAAAAAAADHM/K1kyP0_jOQU/s400/CIMG6452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352002836486678386" border="0" //a br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOGcGrLI/AAAAAAAADHE/CsdtRLI_DCU/s1600-h/CIMG6444.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiOGcGrLI/AAAAAAAADHE/CsdtRLI_DCU/s400/CIMG6444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352002832818416818" border="0" //aA replica of what the golden plates looked like. br / br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiNowsjjI/AAAAAAAADG8/S21EPOYJGxs/s1600-h/CIMG6443.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiNowsjjI/AAAAAAAADG8/S21EPOYJGxs/s400/CIMG6443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352002824851721778" border="0" //aThe barred window that friends could sneak items to the prisoners. The walls are 4 feet thick and the kids were curious about how far they could reach. Truman tried to wedge his whole body into the opening. br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiNcL2aNI/AAAAAAAADG0/kuhL-nJ4wRM/s1600-h/CIMG6440.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkYiNcL2aNI/AAAAAAAADG0/kuhL-nJ4wRM/s400/CIMG6440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352002821475952850" border="0" //a br / br /div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8788149273427362582?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 23rd, 2009, 9:08pm PDT by Megan

  After a nice breakfast we packed up and said Goodbye to Scott Jami and the boys, and headed out to drive across Kansas. Kenneth took us to the Air Force Academy for a little look-see. It is an amazingly large campus, and like the rest of Colorado Springs... Beautiful.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIPr58xshI/AAAAAAAADFg/1d400fsc1XM/s1600-h/CIMG6380.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIPr58xshI/AAAAAAAADFg/1d400fsc1XM/s400/CIMG6380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350856554234098194" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINlFihZEI/AAAAAAAADFY/7hJfts5sy1E/s1600-h/CIMG6385.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINlFihZEI/AAAAAAAADFY/7hJfts5sy1E/s400/CIMG6385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854238062863426" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINk_Vm3tI/AAAAAAAADFQ/muM8LKzycLA/s1600-h/CIMG6387.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINk_Vm3tI/AAAAAAAADFQ/muM8LKzycLA/s400/CIMG6387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854236398083794" border="0" //aThen we really set out. Here is some fine views of the Kansas landscape.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkpbyHuI/AAAAAAAADFI/vtFYaUJurLE/s1600-h/CIMG6389.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkpbyHuI/AAAAAAAADFI/vtFYaUJurLE/s400/CIMG6389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854230518406882" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkQsxIcI/AAAAAAAADFA/uBf9U5V1Tko/s1600-h/CIMG6391.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkQsxIcI/AAAAAAAADFA/uBf9U5V1Tko/s400/CIMG6391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854223878758850" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkIb3duI/AAAAAAAADE4/eH4jS1okSng/s1600-h/CIMG6392.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkINkIb3duI/AAAAAAAADE4/eH4jS1okSng/s400/CIMG6392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854221660387042" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKv7WgWfI/AAAAAAAADEw/uzYQbq5M128/s1600-h/CIMG6397.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKv7WgWfI/AAAAAAAADEw/uzYQbq5M128/s400/CIMG6397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350851125771786738" border="0" //aHere we are in Kansas City. Notice the dog head on the antenna. It looks like Dejay and the girls found it so that we could have Dejay with us (in spirit) on our trip.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvp-2CrI/AAAAAAAADEo/DEbOYvpRA-k/s1600-h/CIMG6399.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvp-2CrI/AAAAAAAADEo/DEbOYvpRA-k/s400/CIMG6399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350851121109142194" border="0" //aWe stopped for the night in Oak Grove Missouri at a KOA. We were setting up the tent when we noticed the fireflys. I really never thought that I would ever get to see one, let alone hundreds. The kids had a great time catching them.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvZLiGII/AAAAAAAADEg/sbo_oBwDqFw/s1600-h/CIMG6402.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvZLiGII/AAAAAAAADEg/sbo_oBwDqFw/s400/CIMG6402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350851116598958210" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvaUDqwI/AAAAAAAADEY/JtKYKfFDm10/s1600-h/CIMG6408.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvaUDqwI/AAAAAAAADEY/JtKYKfFDm10/s400/CIMG6408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350851116903148290" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvCgKzuI/AAAAAAAADEQ/WoXUFAFXrtA/s1600-h/CIMG6409.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIKvCgKzuI/AAAAAAAADEQ/WoXUFAFXrtA/s400/CIMG6409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350851110511496930" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpQr-xsI/AAAAAAAADEI/uCzAB9IPkEQ/s1600-h/CIMG6411.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpQr-xsI/AAAAAAAADEI/uCzAB9IPkEQ/s400/CIMG6411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849911728293570" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpKbhJfI/AAAAAAAADEA/zoqBU_saSK0/s1600-h/CIMG6413.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpKbhJfI/AAAAAAAADEA/zoqBU_saSK0/s400/CIMG6413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849910048630258" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpNXrnkI/AAAAAAAADD4/lkwm9tGSVRc/s1600-h/CIMG6415.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJpNXrnkI/AAAAAAAADD4/lkwm9tGSVRc/s400/CIMG6415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849910837845570" border="0" //aThe humidity was everything that everyone said it would be. It was nice that we had been acurately warned. We had tacos for dinner and local time was 9:30pm so the pool was already closed, but the kids weren't tired. So Kenneth organized a moonlight kickball game.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJo5XdC4I/AAAAAAAADDw/ngU1Z_a-X_s/s1600-h/CIMG6417.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJo5XdC4I/AAAAAAAADDw/ngU1Z_a-X_s/s400/CIMG6417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849905468181378" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJooIH-FI/AAAAAAAADDo/sETt7jh-12w/s1600-h/CIMG6419.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SkIJooIH-FI/AAAAAAAADDo/sETt7jh-12w/s400/CIMG6419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849900840482898" border="0" //aHazel washed the dishes for me so that she could wear the headlamp. Then she asked to go to bed. We walked up to the bathroom together, at which point she decided she did not want to wear the headlamp because it was bringing all the bugs right up into her face. When we came out of the bathroom there was a nice breeze picking up. I tucked her into her sleeping bag and went to secure the tent against the wind, which was beginning to whip the tent. Kenneth and I were pretty sure that it wouldn't rain but that the rain fly would add stability to the tent. Just as we finished getting it on the rain started to came down in great torrents. Inside the tent stayed mostly dry and the kids went to bed. Kenneth and I agreed that it was a pretty fun adventure, and I went to bed to enjoy the storm.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6522175641737170951?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 22nd, 2009, 7:01am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"After our hike, the kids played outside and we hung out and relaxed. It was a perfect day.br /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZa_HctI/AAAAAAAADDI/cLa4PV6KDKA/s1600-h/CIMG6365.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZa_HctI/AAAAAAAADDI/cLa4PV6KDKA/s400/CIMG6365.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZqvSoFI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5t1G4M7lg8c/s1600-h/CIMG6367.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZqvSoFI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5t1G4M7lg8c/s400/CIMG6367.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZ_AvdnI/AAAAAAAADDY/cdkEk43uXZc/s1600-h/CIMG6369.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xZ_AvdnI/AAAAAAAADDY/cdkEk43uXZc/s400/CIMG6369.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xaIde9XI/AAAAAAAADDg/lyghD-fxw7U/s1600-h/CIMG6375.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_xaIde9XI/AAAAAAAADDg/lyghD-fxw7U/s400/CIMG6375.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6865511134915261383?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 22nd, 2009, 6:57am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Today we spent a gorgeous day in Colorado Springs with the Leahys. We took a hike at the Palmer Lake Reservoir. It was a beautiful trail through the woods and meadows next to the water.br /br /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWA1a3KI/AAAAAAAADCo/p41nWx9hNsM/s1600-h/CIMG6339.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWA1a3KI/AAAAAAAADCo/p41nWx9hNsM/s400/CIMG6339.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWROXsnI/AAAAAAAADCw/yYGVDJ3KkYc/s1600-h/CIMG6348.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWROXsnI/AAAAAAAADCw/yYGVDJ3KkYc/s400/CIMG6348.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWlnNTtI/AAAAAAAADC4/7aYSTlIrir8/s1600-h/CIMG6352.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wWlnNTtI/AAAAAAAADC4/7aYSTlIrir8/s400/CIMG6352.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wW8Pw5cI/AAAAAAAADDA/u1IntZzzPOE/s1600-h/CIMG6354.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_wW8Pw5cI/AAAAAAAADDA/u1IntZzzPOE/s400/CIMG6354.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-7740994524461300459?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 22nd, 2009, 4:35am PDT by Megan

  4:30 AM we were on the road. Hazel was so relieved to be dragged from her bed at last. She has been so excited to go on a trip that every time last week that we would get in the car she would ask if this is our trip.br /Seeing that it is Sunday, we tried to keep the spirit of the Sabbath as much as possible. Kenneth taught us a Sunday school lesson. Nate read a scripture. Hazel memorized and recited the first Article of Faith. I was in charge of singing time.br /Our Destination tonight is The Leahy Family Residence. We are really excited to see old friends in a gentler climate.br /The main incidents of mention: 1. I almost ran over a squirrel. 2. I hit a bird and plan to ceck my grill at the next gas station. 3. Thirty minutes from the Leahy’s I realized that the time on the GPS and the time on the clock were an hour different and we still had 1 ½ hours left. While driving in the bottom of a canyon we saw a herd of big horn sheep.br /br /Here are some photos from our 14 hours of driving:br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_YhUodmjI/AAAAAAAADCg/x4Btikww4Eo/s1600-h/CIMG6291.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_YhUodmjI/AAAAAAAADCg/x4Btikww4Eo/s400/CIMG6291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232949325142578" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpiwACFI/AAAAAAAADCY/0lRiYdLtCVk/s1600-h/CIMG6279.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpiwACFI/AAAAAAAADCY/0lRiYdLtCVk/s400/CIMG6279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231991042181202" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpW1aFBI/AAAAAAAADCQ/YqGPupmsfeI/s1600-h/CIMG6272.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpW1aFBI/AAAAAAAADCQ/YqGPupmsfeI/s400/CIMG6272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231987843634194" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpArn7tI/AAAAAAAADCI/_Hf1i14MCyw/s1600-h/CIMG6268.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XpArn7tI/AAAAAAAADCI/_Hf1i14MCyw/s400/CIMG6268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231981897019090" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_Xot8PGmI/AAAAAAAADCA/uS2s7KN0XtU/s1600-h/CIMG6265.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_Xot8PGmI/AAAAAAAADCA/uS2s7KN0XtU/s400/CIMG6265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231976866421346" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XoVZGShI/AAAAAAAADB4/F4ZSuMwIR48/s1600-h/CIMG6264.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_XoVZGShI/AAAAAAAADB4/F4ZSuMwIR48/s400/CIMG6264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231970276592146" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8407262444976548145?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 21st, 2009, 1:10pm PDT by Megan

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  Posted: June 20th, 2009, 4:32pm PDT by Megan

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_Ow4IB7nI/AAAAAAAADBw/3OFs7EngxnA/s1600-h/CIMG6242.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_Ow4IB7nI/AAAAAAAADBw/3OFs7EngxnA/s400/CIMG6242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222221434547826" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_OwqaYhTI/AAAAAAAADBo/q8qyH-MA9x4/s1600-h/CIMG6238.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sj_OwqaYhTI/AAAAAAAADBo/q8qyH-MA9x4/s400/CIMG6238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222217753429298" //abr /Father’s Daybr /Due to our Travel Plans, we got to have Father’s Day on Saturday. Christian and Truman were working at 7AM so the kids came up to our room at 6AM with presents for the opening. Kenneth got two puff pancake pans, a t shirt that Sydney painted the front of, Abby gave him an apple wrapped up as a joke but then she couldn’t remember where she hid the real gift. We found it later in the afternoon. Rebekah gave him a pair of slacks. Nate decorated a shirt with fabric crayons, and Hazel gave him a Thermarest mattress for camping. (Mostly because we want him to be comfortable as the new assistant scout master.) I think that is why Kenneth consented to have all these kids… for all the presents.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8607875711534714303?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 19th, 2009, 5:17am PDT by Megan

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  Posted: June 15th, 2009, 7:31am PDT by Megan

  I have been spoiled this school year, I sometimes go to Costco all by myself. Well, we needed new tires on the van and we waited until school was out to do it and I had to keep all 7 kids entertained for almost 2 hours. We did our shopping as slow as we could and then had lunch.(Thank heavens for the food court) And the new tires are really new!br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja9vhBGKEI/AAAAAAAADBg/EULNrytGdlY/s1600-h/costco+tire"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja9vhBGKEI/AAAAAAAADBg/EULNrytGdlY/s400/costco+tire" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347670231563511874" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-2173694075346158537?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: June 14th, 2009, 9:54pm PDT

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  My high school band is rather small. This year I had 6 people in the band. It is really hard to find music for six people when they are on such different playing levels. This year I played the TUBA with the high school band as well as the Trumpet and Trombone. Here is a little clip from our end of the year concert with me on the TUBA. You might need to turn up you speakers a little bit it is not the best recording. I am playing my arrangement of a piece called "Military Escort" written for Flute, Oboe, Clarinet, Tenor Sax, Trombone, Tuba, and Drum.br /object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50ae157b8319fb06" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH3rxnIx2jEweYQlj87Ngqcc9o5NXIUfbdon3kdzOYHqtFahmnMKUInfb0Q3BHuTnbPjgO8oHSJttISUqKquqwrJoA5x1KgJiaeSCmlVStE5KPz_5kRPLz95lcV4_yC77dODREfZLfwYq7RtSS_Vx--VnEBS7RQ94Ws9Ud21i_P8JSAkasUjHbn2VNNLW_iyW7kuoQrhA3ixQMB48rCPBlO3%26sigh%3DuTf1p7_71EVULNyHSHLBVDw-RoM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50ae157b8319fb06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D486JnaYnp768vUcANpUfQHtAySgamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH3rxnIx2jEweYQlj87Ngqcc9o5NXIUfbdon3kdzOYHqtFahmnMKUInfb0Q3BHuTnbPjgO8oHSJttISUqKquqwrJoA5x1KgJiaeSCmlVStE5KPz_5kRPLz95lcV4_yC77dODREfZLfwYq7RtSS_Vx--VnEBS7RQ94Ws9Ud21i_P8JSAkasUjHbn2VNNLW_iyW7kuoQrhA3ixQMB48rCPBlO3%26sigh%3DuTf1p7_71EVULNyHSHLBVDw-RoM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50ae157b8319fb06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D486JnaYnp768vUcANpUfQHtAySgamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-5002376124384364470?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 14th, 2009, 9:42pm PDT

  Mackenzie has been growing up so much in the last few weeks. Things seem to be clicking for her. For example, at night we tell her Princess Mackenzie stories (they're stories about her and the things she did during the day. It doesn't take a lot of creativity to tell them). The other night she looked at me and stated "Those stories are about me aren't they daddy."br /br /She is also starting to reason with us. I told Mackenzie it was time for bed and she replied "Maybe I can sleep in your bed with you and Mommy?" of course I said no and told her that would be silly. She then countered with "That's not silly dad, it makes sense (referring to sleeping in our bed)."br /br /Her most recent venture is doing number 2. She has had a hard time figuring it out. Today was great because I don't think she was feeling well and she had to go like four times. I think she figured out what to do. Well she knows she is rewarded for going #2 and I was cleaning up the gamecube from another day and she asked if she could play the bongo game. I told her no and her cute response was "I went poop, dad! I should play the bongos then." Instead I let her have a picnic for dinner in the living room and she could watch Charlotte's Web.br /br /I love my kids. They is never a dull moment with them and I hope there never is.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SjXTyv6MeII/AAAAAAAAALs/VmgVOK-MUsE/s1600-h/IMG_2622.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/SjXTyv6MeII/AAAAAAAAALs/VmgVOK-MUsE/s200/IMG_2622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413001379805314" border="0" //aReally that's otter pop on Spencer's face and sweater.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-3072963907072982202?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 14th, 2009, 12:31pm PDT by Megan

  My kids read way too much and every summer Kenneth and I plot ways to expand their reading to new generes or at least to include more reading in the nonfiction area. I had this great inspiration and we have a book club, we meet on Mondays (because our library is closed on Mondays). Everyone reads a book that has to do with Washinton DC, a biography of a president or historical figure, a historic event, or even a book about a landmark or monument. I thought that the kids would think it was a dorky idea, but they seem to really be enjoying it. At our meeting everyone reports on 5 things they learned about in their book. So far we have learned about: Abraham Lincoln, famous American Women, fun facts about presidents, Albert Einstein, George Washington's dogs, the civil war, Facts about the white house, Eleanor Rosevelt, and more I can't remember...div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-2001652382800700144?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 13th, 2009, 7:27am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"I remember building forts and being told "do not use thumbtacks to hold the blankets in place". Also not allowed was using tape on the furniture. My clothes line broke and so the kids have been using the clothes pins to hold together fort Reyes. The fort actually held 6 kids and all the Polly Pockets. It was so big we couldn't even tape a picture of the whole thing.br /a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86Mxka1I/AAAAAAAADBA/-Fok0jGCjlU/s1600-h/CIMG6206.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86Mxka1I/AAAAAAAADBA/-Fok0jGCjlU/s400/CIMG6206.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86bwv1XI/AAAAAAAADBI/UFxVDCiUzO0/s1600-h/CIMG6208.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86bwv1XI/AAAAAAAADBI/UFxVDCiUzO0/s400/CIMG6208.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86iECWaI/AAAAAAAADBQ/7dhjoLk6e0M/s1600-h/CIMG6217.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja86iECWaI/AAAAAAAADBQ/7dhjoLk6e0M/s400/CIMG6217.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja862X5UJI/AAAAAAAADBY/q5CYuo6Biaw/s1600-h/CIMG6219.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja862X5UJI/AAAAAAAADBY/q5CYuo6Biaw/s400/CIMG6219.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-4591010251745312612?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: June 12th, 2009, 7:34pm PDT by Jake

  So I have started a vermiculture bin!  I have done a bunch of research and it all seemed pretty straight forward.  I set up my bin (a 3 gal bucket with holes drilled strategically on the bottom and sides), I shredded a bunch of newspaper for the bedding (now that there are worms in it I can see that I did not put near enough in it), Carolyn and I had been saving food scraps for like 2-3 weeks (bad idea, but it was my idea),  I then finally found a lady locally in Moscow, Idaho that was willing to sell me some worms.  The progect has so far cost me $20 for the worms.  I have had the worms for about a week and a half and they are going to town.  They supposidly eat more than their weight in food a day and about 1000 worms makes a pound, sadly I do not have the time to count all the worms, but they are still alive and eatting.  I will try to take some pictures a bit later on, but a hand full of worms is a bit disconcerting.

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 12th, 2009, 9:04am PDT by Megan

  On Friday afternoon, we had a cross-stitch lesson. Kenneth has a friend Ron at work. Ron's wife, Barbara, is an avid Needle worker. She has given us a lot of supplies that she wasn't using, so the girls each started a sampler. Kenneth was telling Ron how much fun the girls were having. So the men chatted and Babara came over and spent an hour giving us some great tips. She brought some supplies and donut holes. I love it when people are willing to pass on their knowledge to kids!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6705680775860102903?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 11th, 2009, 1:58pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"This week we sold the trundle bed and moved Hazel's clothes into the girl's room. We are taking apart the "nursery" to make way for the "Music Room" or as Hazel says "the instrument room". I got tired of having 2 tubas, a sax, a bell set, a flute and all the music in my bedroom. (and Christian is ready to own a drum set) So good by to the nursery, is served us well!br /br /br /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjXG9YYriVI/AAAAAAAAC_s/51NFbtHUW-c/s1600-h/CIMG6164.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjXG9YYriVI/AAAAAAAAC_s/51NFbtHUW-c/s400/CIMG6164.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-754987485355192770?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: June 10th, 2009, 12:44pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Kenneth took Syd out and taught her to change the oil in my van. I was feeling really proud because it doesn't seem that long ago that I was teaching Kenneth to change the oil in our little Honda Civic. (I was pregnant and too big to get under the car so Kenneth was under the car. I was leaning over the car trying to explain where the nut was in the oil pan and a guy walked by and said "That's how it should be woman watching her man work on the car." Oh if he only knew the truth.)br /br /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjW1nvulggI/AAAAAAAAC_c/kBxL-KRpf_Q/s1600-h/CIMG6163.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjW1nvulggI/AAAAAAAAC_c/kBxL-KRpf_Q/s400/CIMG6163.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjW1nyZgMKI/AAAAAAAAC_k/LKwHmZdd4O0/s1600-h/CIMG6160.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SjW1nyZgMKI/AAAAAAAAC_k/LKwHmZdd4O0/s400/CIMG6160.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-1620340445190104410?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: June 9th, 2009, 9:29pm PDT by Jake

  

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: June 9th, 2009, 7:08pm PDT

  Tonight I wanted to work a little on my trains and both kids wanted to come out and run the trains. I am totally excited that they want to play with the trains. I think that is the perfect hobby, when your kids can play and enjoy the hobby with you. We got out the engineers hat and started running the trains.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/Si8WgX4asZI/AAAAAAAAALc/82Lt8Q2OHSk/s1600-h/IMG_2645.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/Si8WgX4asZI/AAAAAAAAALc/82Lt8Q2OHSk/s200/IMG_2645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516028134338962" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/Si8WglZHEFI/AAAAAAAAALk/z08prMJgVZw/s1600-h/IMG_2646.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qWf3arlwtw/Si8WglZHEFI/AAAAAAAAALk/z08prMJgVZw/s200/IMG_2646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516031761125458" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-1497498796005575438?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: June 9th, 2009, 8:51am PDT by Jake

  After the Birthday party mentioned below we all went over to Ian and Kami’s house where we really just hung around.  I tried to play a lot of frisbee with Alex and Ian mainly, but mom and Carolyn got in a few throws.  Mom did some weeding and Noah got in on that a bit, but mostly he just played with his cousins in the dirt.

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  Posted: June 7th, 2009, 10:08pm PDT by Jake

  

  So about a month ago Noah had a birthday party because he turned 2 years old.  We had just barely had Heidi on the 7th so both Grandmas were here for a bit when Noah had his day on the 19th.  The whole event went by very well, there was a bit of wind but it was not bad.  Carolyn had made a birthday banner that was awesome and little gift bags for everyone.  She also made a cake that was very cool; the cake was the kind where you poke holes all over it then pour jello over it.  I have had this kind of cake before and it turned out very poorly so I was mildly frightened at the idea.  To put you all at rest the cake was very tasty.  Since all  of Noah’s friends are in the 2 years old range they all mainly played until we had cake and even then some of them were still playing.  We have been practicing with Noah so that he would be able to blow the candles out efficiently, but even with practice two year old lungs can only hold a bit of air.  His training proved successful and he was able to blow both candles out without the help of many eager assistants.  He has wanted a baseball mit for a long time now so we obliged and I was surprised to see how excited he was to get one as a present.

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: June 5th, 2009, 7:13am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"The kids asked if I had any tickets they could use. Luckily I did and they put them to good use. They put on a circus/carnival in the yard. It looked like lots of fun!br /br /br /The face Painting Stationbr /br /a href="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/6063b2f10c80d710.jpg"img alt="" src="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/6063b2f10c80d710.jpg?size=400" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/fd724564b8bf6456.jpg"img alt="" src="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/fd724564b8bf6456.jpg?size=400" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/67f22859da368cb.jpg"img alt="" src="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/67f22859da368cb.jpg?size=400" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/ad98f15962247ea6.jpg"img alt="" src="http://localhost:1082/1a8825a4598cbe68b3d2aad3046ee966/image/ad98f15962247ea6.jpg?size=400" border="0" //abr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja54qc5p-I/AAAAAAAAC_4/1TN7wcw2b6E/s1600-h/CIMG6183.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja54qc5p-I/AAAAAAAAC_4/1TN7wcw2b6E/s400/CIMG6183.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja545f1gUI/AAAAAAAADAA/nzeiAX5Ath8/s1600-h/CIMG6205.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja545f1gUI/AAAAAAAADAA/nzeiAX5Ath8/s400/CIMG6205.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja55K64iFI/AAAAAAAADAI/rqijrHxT1Q0/s1600-h/CIMG6201.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja55K64iFI/AAAAAAAADAI/rqijrHxT1Q0/s400/CIMG6201.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja55Rya50I/AAAAAAAADAQ/oBdZQ7Ce_Zo/s1600-h/CIMG6197.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja55Rya50I/AAAAAAAADAQ/oBdZQ7Ce_Zo/s400/CIMG6197.JPG" border="0" //abr /br /The Ring Toss Gamebr /br /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja6xROFpGI/AAAAAAAADAY/6LPO3sFe4H8/s1600-h/CIMG6191.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja6xROFpGI/AAAAAAAADAY/6LPO3sFe4H8/s400/CIMG6191.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja6xkwOxZI/AAAAAAAADAg/wwY2qrox0Lo/s1600-h/CIMG6193.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sja6xkwOxZI/AAAAAAAADAg/wwY2qrox0Lo/s400/CIMG6193.JPG" border="0" //abr /br /There was also snowcones, obstacle courses, basket ball toss, animal guessing, and cookie eating!br //divbr /br //divbr //divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8521492478926335946?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: June 4th, 2009, 9:47pm PDT by Shaun

  This is so exciting!!!

  Giovanni Trapattoni’s men tackle Bulgaria in Sofia on Saturday knowing a win will take them above Italy and to the top of Group 8.

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: June 4th, 2009, 4:25pm PDT by Kami

  Well it’s official.  I’m old.  OldER anyhow.  Tomorrow I will officially be thirty-six and already I’m noticing more lines on the old forehead.  The true mark of age, however, slapped me in the face yesterday when a child of 10 years old took hold of my cell phone and kindly turned off the number-tones for me.  I had no idea how to do it (still have no idea how he did it) and he said, “Oh, here…I can do it.”  His nimble little fingers whipped through a series of menus I didn’t even know existed on my phone.  And thus…I was officially behind the times.

  I’m also feeling old because my back seems to be taking its own sweet time getting back to normal.  All I need is a cane and to shuffle a little while I hold my back with the other hand and the image will be complete.  “Get off my lawn!”

  If anyone cares to know… I plan on celebrating my birthday by going on a little shopping trip (mommy needs some new duds), having dinner with family, and going out to a movie with the kids.  I’ve excluded the kids in the past for want of a much needed break but this year they’re old enough to enjoy a movie with us (Night at the Museum 2) and they’ve been awfully nice lately.  What better way to celebrate?

  

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  Posted: June 1st, 2009, 2:39pm PDT by Kami

  I’m sitting home feeling sorry for myself right now because my back…hurts.  To put it mildy.  Saturday I was volunteering to help clear the chairs out of the local theatre and it sent my back into a horrible spasm, so I sat down, declared I was “done” and went home.  Sunday I felt much better but as I was combing my son’s hair for church (I know…dangerous thing to do) it went out again.   I teared up in frustration but thought I could either be sitting at home or sitting in church…so I went anyhow.  One of my friends at church who has battled back problems her whole life declared, “You go to the doctor and DEMAND an MRI!”  (I did call my doctor and suggest it at least.)

  This morning I felt better than yesterday and things were looking up…until I chose to “swiffer” the floor.  It seemed better than getting down on my hands and knees to wipe down the filth left behind over the last two days.  Well…snap!  It went again but this time it was much worse than the last two days.  I called the doctor again to see if they could squeeze me in, but was told to wait and see.

  I finally just went in to “ready care” to be seen by the next available doctor who told me….guess what?  You don’t need an MRI unless you are feeling shooting pain down your legs or bladder issues.  Take tylenol and advil (I’m doing that), ice and then heat, (I’ve been doing that) and oh, hey!  Here’s a nifty paper with “exercises” you can do to strengthen that part of your back so it doesn’t do it so often.  I think I went on a little tyrade about how I’d dropped 20 lbs since last year and couldn’t possibly be in worse shape, so why the heck is my back freaking out like this?  To make me feel “better” he said that some people have these “episodes” that last weeks and even months at a time.  He congratulated me on my physical feat but reassured me that “some exercises may unevenly strengthen your muscles” and shoved the paper back at me as well as reiterated that I didn’t have any neurological symptoms so I should just go home and suck it up.  He would prescribe muscle relaxers if I felt like being “zombie mommy” for a few weeks but I refused.  I did take him up on the idea of doing physical therapy (again) because, hey…I haven’t seen them in a year.  Maybe they’ll congratulate me on my weight loss too and it will make me feel oh so much better.

  I think the real conspiracy is that my sons have been stepping on every available crack known to man and all of that has built up over time…unleashing it’s supersticious power on me all at once.

  

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: May 31st, 2009, 4:37pm PDT

  I love it when I find a good muppets clip on YouTube. This one is a parody on Oceans 11.br /br /object width="580" height="360"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Q7f-fPXcMamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;rel=0amp;border=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Q7f-fPXcMamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;rel=0amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-5369408838889521919?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: May 31st, 2009, 3:29pm PDT by Megan

  Kenneth skipped father and sons this year because he was at the zoo on Abby's camp-out, so to make up for the lost male bonding we had a family camping trip. We all went down near Tuscon and camped for 2 nights. Here are the highlights according to Me.br /br /I was going to make a hamburger Helper box for dinner and I realized I could make something better based on the idea on the box of Hamburger Helper, and the thing that I made was indeed better than what was in the box.br /br /Hazel climbed in my lap and then threw up all over me. Then declared that she felt much better. She also told me that it is ok if she throws up on me because she is still a little kid. However, I am not allowed to throw up on little kids.br /br /Friday morning we took a 2.5 mile hike through the foot hills. The kids and I saw a rattle snake just off the path (like 12 inches) and had to walk past it. I was really nervous but Nate advised me very calmly that he has learned about walking past snakes in school and the trick it to walk calmly. br /br /We took a tour of the cave and it was cool. It is "one of the 10 best caves in the world". I think that the really amazing thing to me, was that the cave is in nearly pristine condition. In order to keep it that way they Rangers are a little obsesive. If you touch anything other than the stainless steel hand rail you have to report it and they come through in the evening and clean it. As we were leaving I heard two of the Rangers talking: R1 so how many things did they touch? R2 actually nothing. R1 Not even the dog? R2 Not even the dog! R2 actually took a picture of our family because we were the first group with a service dog that he had ever been with.br /br /We had to leave the park to go to the store in town and on our way back in I drove over a big stick in the road. I didn't hear the crunch I was expecting and looked in my rearview mirror to see if I broke it and saw a big red splat. We turned around and went back so Kenneth could see the Diamondback rattlesnake that I hit. It was still alive and had left the road to hide in the grass.br /br /Saturday morning we went to Toumbstone, AZ and we saw a biker dude with a parrot names Caesar. He let the kids stroke it's head then I gor to let it on my arm and it walked up and sat on my shoulder. My kids tell me I looked just like Captain Jack Sparrow.br /br /Kenneth really enjoyed the camping and the children. I had a great time with them all.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-210920277625996797?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 31st, 2009, 10:34am PDT by Megan

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  Here is Sydney at the spring saxophone recital.br /br /object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6e4f9892d27dacb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlVe1Hw_agEVJktgCxzBDJjQci0DW17UBaQRfVb9zlNdIyTOdub989scmN4vZph4nQCvJXLgdjxXzzgw7AKQYmMuvwO2sr6niVXisC3o3_E0j1vl0KSzJTGvqFXozrnf9Hl2n7NXgTqkWh8ewWM6lAw4H7YPFxanmvcDmnGU1G7ZxRHHfE8scYavaVo0iQ1HhJTlm5Vma2mRR3-Q9FQ__n-H%26sigh%3Dr6JFaDS3uYt1i6GH6IRtwBWVvQ8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e4f9892d27dacb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHXmQ3TNA9qA9ll93g1b5JFNlKh8amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlVe1Hw_agEVJktgCxzBDJjQci0DW17UBaQRfVb9zlNdIyTOdub989scmN4vZph4nQCvJXLgdjxXzzgw7AKQYmMuvwO2sr6niVXisC3o3_E0j1vl0KSzJTGvqFXozrnf9Hl2n7NXgTqkWh8ewWM6lAw4H7YPFxanmvcDmnGU1G7ZxRHHfE8scYavaVo0iQ1HhJTlm5Vma2mRR3-Q9FQ__n-H%26sigh%3Dr6JFaDS3uYt1i6GH6IRtwBWVvQ8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e4f9892d27dacb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHXmQ3TNA9qA9ll93g1b5JFNlKh8amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/objectbr /br /The small group number...br /br /br /object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdaa94de8cc5c44" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I969FmO5sHL6lfgME2CQe_1gNVDlWln54IVxxQI9ZOpdkVRyAsLKMzE8ERBIF7TCAF1oRaoNGo5bQpOaftY9JoGlE8Ni1vUFf6phe_z1ydDqE7kMWjTy3Y_OTPDhP7vco3BvCAbPFXOg5X0h_RcU5PpJioW6tTcUZh_-Yq95HAiIuMwz7nHtOoJ1Q38DyGBsouJWuLYhoavUZJKkGh4NbJ3h%26sigh%3D8zjrFtx9CD53R5JeFFPJLHarQ3k%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdaa94de8cc5c44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DXLU4kuEbCKG6qveG_NtbBXvs958amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I969FmO5sHL6lfgME2CQe_1gNVDlWln54IVxxQI9ZOpdkVRyAsLKMzE8ERBIF7TCAF1oRaoNGo5bQpOaftY9JoGlE8Ni1vUFf6phe_z1ydDqE7kMWjTy3Y_OTPDhP7vco3BvCAbPFXOg5X0h_RcU5PpJioW6tTcUZh_-Yq95HAiIuMwz7nHtOoJ1Q38DyGBsouJWuLYhoavUZJKkGh4NbJ3h%26sigh%3D8zjrFtx9CD53R5JeFFPJLHarQ3k%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdaa94de8cc5c44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DXLU4kuEbCKG6qveG_NtbBXvs958amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-9117327154750734581?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 31st, 2009, 10:01am PDT by Megan

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  May 19th Truman, Sydney, Abby, Rebekah, and Nate were in the talent show. The girls first idea was to do "So long, farewell" from the Sound of Music. Some good old Von Trapp family style singing. Truman was a little hesitant, his response was "I will if Christian has to". Well Christian's response was (a very relieved) "ohhh sorry. I have finals, I can't." So back to the drawing board. Nate's comment as always was I really want to be Joseph (as in the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat). Truman piped up that he has already learned the accompaniment. The girls were excited to sing backup and dance. Sydney took over the choreography. Nate turned to me and said "well mom I guess you can make me a coat now. br /br /We practiced and practiced. Every night Nate and I sang it a couple times at bed time, and it was pretty good. Then we practiced with the other kids, and he had a hard time remembering the order of the song. Truman learned a lot about accompanying a singer. The girls learned the art of singing and dancing without breathing too hard. br /br /The audition went well. The practices at home went well. The dress rehersal was absolutely terrible. Nate was distracted by the microphone, he lost his place, forgot to come in... Then the other kids got scared and chewed him out. Next day, the two performances during the day for their classmates went well enough. The night of the performance for the parents. The pressure was on and the mic was not.br /br /Enjoy!br /br /object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd7bd0eee2dcdc48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I94oH3M9wyT0_Vv9iEDJnW3BRiq3Vg2UfH6LJDYZ_ra2Kt0PlnDLt9HbzMkTGcS6n66JlaFu4SqTkitLQwdr7UGU9NVSesXFAGMBFNRMsXPFf3jWJZyXVXoF8qVdp3FRhrhP5KCUCEeNeeRUd2J0WJ6HALeeT1wWTud-riV5sk-2qssPknVbus3kbcKniM9WpwzvLlrNhfMP2SaKtDqQjgKL%26sigh%3DlDYkjUFW2IyOTWsP1uiZ0fYWm1s%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd7bd0eee2dcdc48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJOucSpYuGDhi_9Rk0rO1J-dPmekamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I94oH3M9wyT0_Vv9iEDJnW3BRiq3Vg2UfH6LJDYZ_ra2Kt0PlnDLt9HbzMkTGcS6n66JlaFu4SqTkitLQwdr7UGU9NVSesXFAGMBFNRMsXPFf3jWJZyXVXoF8qVdp3FRhrhP5KCUCEeNeeRUd2J0WJ6HALeeT1wWTud-riV5sk-2qssPknVbus3kbcKniM9WpwzvLlrNhfMP2SaKtDqQjgKL%26sigh%3DlDYkjUFW2IyOTWsP1uiZ0fYWm1s%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd7bd0eee2dcdc48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJOucSpYuGDhi_9Rk0rO1J-dPmekamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/objectbr /br /(I do appoligize for the bad filming)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-3103051079395208699?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Ian in I.T.

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  Posted: May 29th, 2009, 9:34am PDT by ian

  It’s been a while since I posted. It’s about time right? Anyway, on tax day we had a Tea Party in Pullman. It was organized by our 9-12 Project group. Palouse 9-12 Project. My good friend Jeff gave a fabulous speech. Here are the vids of it.  Our next Tea Party is June 27th, 2009.

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7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: May 28th, 2009, 10:01am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"We are trying to be sure to squeeze in all our favorite summer activities before our road trip. So we had our annual homemade soda event (sadly without the homemade icecream). We made rootbeer, gingerale and cream soda. It was all pretty good.br /br /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL-Qu-AyDI/AAAAAAAAC-s/6esAq_7g3xU/s1600-h/CIMG6154.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL-Qu-AyDI/AAAAAAAAC-s/6esAq_7g3xU/s400/CIMG6154.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-4000927561756541574?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: May 27th, 2009, 3:05pm PDT by Shaun

  This is a true principal. I find that I can over come my troubles when I find work or in serving others. I love to serve my family it makes me happy knowing that they are happy.

  “President Gordon B. Hinckley believed in the healing power of service. After the death of his wife, he provided a great example to the Church in the way he immersed himself in work and in serving others. It is told that President Hinckley remarked to one woman who had recently lost her husband, ‘Work will cure your grief. Serve others.’”Those are profound words. As we lose ourselves in the service of others, we discover our own lives and our own happiness.”President Lorenzo Snow expressed a similar thought: ‘When you find yourselves a little gloomy, look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight than yourself; go to him and find out what the trouble is, then try to remove it with the wisdom which the Lord bestows upon you; and the first thing you know, your gloom is gone, you feel light, the Spirit of the Lord is upon you, and everything seems illuminated’ (in Conference Report, Apr. 1899, 2–3). “In today’s world of pop psychology, junk TV, and feel-good self-help manuals, this advice may seem counterintuitive. We are sometimes told that the answer to our ills is to look inward, to indulge ourselves, to spend first and pay later, and to satisfy our own desires even at the expense of those around us. While there are times when it is prudent to look first to our own needs, in the long run it doesn’t lead to lasting happiness.”

  Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Happiness, Your Heritage,” Ensign, Nov. 2008, 119–20

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: May 26th, 2009, 1:58pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"When Hazel was a baby she ate Polly Pocket pieces on a regular basis. The girls played with them a little but mostly I just cleaned them up and fished them out Hazel's mouth (but not out of the diapers). One day I had had enough and I sent all the Pollys to the Goodwill. A couple years later Pollys are Hazels absolute favorite thing. Someone gave her some for Christmas and she loved it. Then for Kenneth's birthday she bought him a "boy polly" so that he would feel comfortable playing pollys with her. Then Kenneth and I were at a garage sale and found a small set of Pollys, so we bought it for $2.50. This week Sydney's friend Rose brought her the MOtherload of Polly Pockets complete with dressing rooms, dance floors and a private jet. Now the fun never stops!!!br /br /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL9oZOpxUI/AAAAAAAAC-c/XMX7PgwMeAk/s1600-h/CIMG6155.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL9oZOpxUI/AAAAAAAAC-c/XMX7PgwMeAk/s400/CIMG6155.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL9ov7l_LI/AAAAAAAAC-k/0S_Qqg_ECxY/s1600-h/CIMG6156.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL9ov7l_LI/AAAAAAAAC-k/0S_Qqg_ECxY/s400/CIMG6156.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-1420196670648251171?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 25th, 2009, 2:02am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Truman's new look. (a lesson from Hazel)br /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL-gf_AN6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/6L__BRay83o/s1600-h/CIMG6152.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL-gf_AN6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/6L__BRay83o/s400/CIMG6152.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-3273793851948403884?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Weston & Emmerson

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  Posted: May 24th, 2009, 11:56am PDT by Jenni

  Our trip to Alberta Falls, in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Tanner is visiting us for the week, so we decided to skip church and go on a Sunday drive. Once we got there, it started raining. It was a mile trek to the Falls. Weston was a great hiker on the way up, even stopping and climbing big rocks and making me take his picture. The way back was a different story. We were all a little wet and hungry. We didn't take out the picnic lunches because it started raining hard, so we tried to get back to the car as fast as we could. We still enjoyed every minute of it. The park is so beautiful. We'll be back lots this summer, and we'll bring rain gear next time.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7TQx7_kI/AAAAAAAAA0w/6kUkbedeic0/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7TQx7_kI/AAAAAAAAA0w/6kUkbedeic0/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575141564939842" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_Ol9YJI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RaO5LJqKXes/s1600-h/IMG_3966.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_Ol9YJI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RaO5LJqKXes/s320/IMG_3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339574797380444306" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7TieKulI/AAAAAAAAA04/R8qNfAA5N-U/s1600-h/IMG_4012.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7TieKulI/AAAAAAAAA04/R8qNfAA5N-U/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575146313857618" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7S27uLzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/F1K-88Pfqr0/s1600-h/IMG_3988.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7S27uLzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/F1K-88Pfqr0/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575134626656050" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_yVrqjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Zyom5GuHSqw/s1600-h/IMG_3985.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_yVrqjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Zyom5GuHSqw/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339574806975851058" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_4myg9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_3b3xa_FKOk/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_4myg9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_3b3xa_FKOk/s320/IMG_3981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339574808658215890" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_pBjypI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y4E8nRrzQdI/s1600-h/IMG_3979.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_pBjypI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y4E8nRrzQdI/s320/IMG_3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339574804475529874" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_ZM4BAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/sQNe7ihoB3w/s1600-h/IMG_3975.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn6_ZM4BAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/sQNe7ihoB3w/s320/IMG_3975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339574800228025346" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7T_JrVBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/rnBI7tT86DQ/s1600-h/IMG_4024.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7T_JrVBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/rnBI7tT86DQ/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575154012541970" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7UGujaZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/6LnBBJSYC74/s1600-h/IMG_4029.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7UGujaZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/6LnBBJSYC74/s320/IMG_4029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575156046260626" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7eJ2HEmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/woPLaKh_F0A/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7eJ2HEmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/woPLaKh_F0A/s320/IMG_4053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575328681955938" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7eQGqijI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ELeBVmL1tj4/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn7eQGqijI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ELeBVmL1tj4/s320/IMG_4072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339575330362001970" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-6463731733145531286?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 24th, 2009, 11:51am PDT by Jenni

  I think I've switched my favorite season from Winter to Spring. We are really enjoying going outside almost every day, unless it's pouring outside. One of Emmie's favorite things to do is swing.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn5xb4F_OI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xort67o7Elk/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn5xb4F_OI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xort67o7Elk/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573460916370658" border="0" //aWeston giving Emmie a push.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn5xMBDBBI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3XPj_NyGkp8/s1600-h/IMG_3925.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn5xMBDBBI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3XPj_NyGkp8/s320/IMG_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573456658957330" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-4315758881903826075?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 24th, 2009, 11:34am PDT by Jenni

  Shaun took us to Picnic Rock on the Poudre River one afternoon. It was beautiful and refreshing and so close ... we'll bring a picnic next time.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4HJsfJNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/wRBMKxsgtIE/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4HJsfJNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/wRBMKxsgtIE/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571634969715922" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4WGF87-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/jW-Yq6VV_xw/s1600-h/IMG_3861.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4WGF87-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/jW-Yq6VV_xw/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571891700821986" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4V6v2sBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GSJDTgdz6PU/s1600-h/IMG_3846.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4V6v2sBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GSJDTgdz6PU/s320/IMG_3846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571888655347730" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4IF7F2pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1RZEK84KMWc/s1600-h/IMG_3819.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4IF7F2pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1RZEK84KMWc/s320/IMG_3819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571651137100434" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4H0rn2uI/AAAAAAAAAzI/T71Gl-guBgY/s1600-h/IMG_3807.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4H0rn2uI/AAAAAAAAAzI/T71Gl-guBgY/s320/IMG_3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571646508817122" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4Hse_7DI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bvoHefQYYMg/s1600-h/IMG_3799.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4Hse_7DI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bvoHefQYYMg/s320/IMG_3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571644308384818" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4HfqAh9I/AAAAAAAAAy4/IrYjisus2Js/s1600-h/IMG_3794.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Shn4HfqAh9I/AAAAAAAAAy4/IrYjisus2Js/s320/IMG_3794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571640864901074" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-2561356873326746281?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div

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  Posted: May 24th, 2009, 8:04am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Hazel got herself all ready for church early this morning. After a good laugh (in another room), Kenneth coaxed her into another outfit.br /br /a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL--t0in0I/AAAAAAAAC-8/X6c2wCSJPzM/s1600-h/CIMG6144.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SiL--t0in0I/AAAAAAAAC-8/X6c2wCSJPzM/s400/CIMG6144.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-9079540393932175105?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: May 19th, 2009, 1:31pm PDT by Kami

  In case you were wondering…yes I DID go see “Wolverine” (X-Men Origins) and it was everything I had hoped it would be.  All Hugh Jackman…all the time.  Oh yeah, baby.  Okay… there were some other characters too who were also very cool like the guy who could shoot his guns so fast that you had to see him in slow-motion just to catch what he was doing…and the guy with the wicked sword, but I don’t think there was a time where he wasn’t in the shot and that made me very, very happy.

  It was nice to see him in a “love interest” role as well and living a normal life for a while, but alas, his love-life never lasts.  Wolverine is just the coolest character ever.  Admit it.  If you don’t believe me, go see the movie and they will convince you.  Now in case you missed it…I am posting another reason I love Hugh Jackman so much.  His talent, sense of humor, and wit are displayed in this clip:  Hugh Jackman singing the opening number at the Oscars

  And I’ll leave you with this delicious photo: 

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: May 18th, 2009, 3:46am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Dejay often sleeps like this and I am so curious how that can be comfortable?br //divbr /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFubpQ0vI/AAAAAAAAC94/u-lB5u9dY_k/s1600-h/CIMG6141.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFubpQ0vI/AAAAAAAAC94/u-lB5u9dY_k/s400/CIMG6141.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-3858901860182648052?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 8:34pm PDT by Kami

  Today we had family over for dinner.  We ate some delicious T-bone steaks and veggies.  I know you were all wondering what we ate.  Yes, the beef was grown locally and weren’t given any hormones.  I know you were concerned.  You can now rest at ease.

  Anyhoo…after dinner my seven-year-old invited his cousin (who is almost two) to come play outside despite my attempts to tell him he needed his uncle’s permission before asking the cousin to come out.  He didn’t get it.  My three-year-old wanted in on the action too and soon all three boys were holding onto the back door waiting for my “OK”.

  I said a bit more firmly, “He’s too young to be running around out there without parental supervision, honey.  None of us are at a point where we’re ready to go out so you need to hold on.”  My three-year-old knew how to solve this problem.  He announced cheerily, “I have Super Vision!”

  Too cute!  Needless to say we all went outside so there would be plenty of “super vision” around.

  

Ian in I.T.

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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 2:56pm PDT by ian

  Yesterday we were at Big 5 looking at some camping gear for our trip this summer. To get to the camping stuff we had to walk by all of the guns. Andy looked up at me and said, “Dad, can we get a gun?” I told him that we aren’t getting a gun and he said “Not yet?” and I said “No, not for a while.” He kept asking and asking. I asked him why he wanted a gun and he said it was so that he could shoot bad guys. I finally got down on his eye level and told him flat out, “No we are not getting a gun.” He was crushed. He totally broke down and cried.

  Kami took him and near the check stand he stopped crying and asked if he could have some gummy bears instead. I think it was a well thought out plan.

  

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 8:32am PDT

  This morning at 5:00 Spencer woke up. He went back to sleep for 20 minutes and woke up screaming. Several times he did this until at 6:00 I decided it wasn't worth getting up and trying to sleep again. We went downstairs and watched a little tv and started having breakfast. At 6:20 he started to scream. Why? I haven't the foggiest. At 7:30 Kelly and I called a member of the ward to come over and check him out. When the doctor arrived at 8:00 (he needed to get dressed and had never been to our house) Spencer fell silent and went to sleep. We checked him out and there really wasn't anything that the doctor could see. It is now 8:30 and he is finally out for a while. Cross your fingers. So, it all really turned out to be a whole lot of nothing.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-1814467548379984431?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 7:43am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"This is totally Ramdom. I made these bad copies of fine art out of the cheap wilton candy making chocolate thingies.br /Stary Night - Van Goghbr //diva href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFENEz4kI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/f6cUlbTN9m0/s1600-h/CIMG6132.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFENEz4kI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/f6cUlbTN9m0/s400/CIMG6132.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /The Frame - Frida Kahlobr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFEDYdEKI/AAAAAAAAC9g/-Hmx1L0-B_0/s1600-h/CIMG6130.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFEDYdEKI/AAAAAAAAC9g/-Hmx1L0-B_0/s400/CIMG6130.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /a class="nuln" href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Daybreak-Tagesanbruch-1968-Posters_i325388_.htm" title="Daybreak Tagesanbruch, 1968 Poster by Joan Miro"/aDaybreak Tagesanbruch - Joan Mirobr /br /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFEQXTr2I/AAAAAAAAC9o/6KF_1QqpoKg/s1600-h/CIMG6129.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFEQXTr2I/AAAAAAAAC9o/6KF_1QqpoKg/s400/CIMG6129.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"br //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-2994828164828220964?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 7:40am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Nate and the girls (and Truman) are going to be in the Elementary school talent show. They are going to be doing "Any Dream Will Do", Nate singing lead, girls on backup/dance, and Truman on Piano. It should be quite an act.br //divbr /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCEShzPbWI/AAAAAAAAC9I/vM3qm9tlUiI/s1600-h/CIMG6136.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCEShzPbWI/AAAAAAAAC9I/vM3qm9tlUiI/s400/CIMG6136.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCES_ZOy5I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/YJ62m7c5lLE/s1600-h/CIMG6133.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCES_ZOy5I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/YJ62m7c5lLE/s400/CIMG6133.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8014946383364916909?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 17th, 2009, 7:25am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"As long as Truman was tie-dying ...br /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCA9VXLXrI/AAAAAAAAC8o/OcAxKCysmnY/s1600-h/CIMG6104.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCA9VXLXrI/AAAAAAAAC8o/OcAxKCysmnY/s400/CIMG6104.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCA9WOJk4I/AAAAAAAAC8w/brIZR_WzGPs/s1600-h/CIMG6118.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCA9WOJk4I/AAAAAAAAC8w/brIZR_WzGPs/s400/CIMG6118.JPG" border="0" //abr /... everyone got to make a shirt. We even made one for Kenneth.br //divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-246242188592216555?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 16th, 2009, 11:45am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Did you even know that a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jets_%281980s_pop_band%29"The Jets/a existed? Well I had forgotten until we went to Truman's Around the World presentation at school. Each group had to take a virtual trip to a foreign country. Truman's group went to Trinidad and Tobago. They had to plan out a trip and then write a journal as if they had actually gone. Truman's group even came over and tie-dyed matching shirts. They were supposed to serve a food from their country but you can't bring in homemade food. So they made snowcones and passed out samples of Chutney. Truman reported that the donuts that Sweden was passing out were more popular. I was really impressed with how well the displays turned out and the oral presentations were fun too.br /br /The presentation before Trinidad was Tonga. Truman's friend Grant was in that group and had some insider info being that he is Tongan. They did the a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eGCsEQ15L4"Haka. /aThen they said that their tour guides were his two uncles who are on the "Biggest Looser". And somehow managed to work in the part that Grant's Dad was in the Jets. Here is Truman with his autographs.br /br //diva href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFfwbvxnI/AAAAAAAAC9w/DmvwmF1zwdc/s1600-h/CIMG6139.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCFfwbvxnI/AAAAAAAAC9w/DmvwmF1zwdc/s400/CIMG6139.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6932656767939561362?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: May 15th, 2009, 2:40pm PDT by Jake

  I have been known to frequent a site called miniclip.com.  The site contains a million dopy little games that do not take up a ton of time.  A new game showed up the other day that is one of the coolest games I have played yet.  It is called Chronotron, you are this little robot whose time machine broke and is only able to loop back in time until you collect the circuits you need at each level.  I think it is especially cool because you have to move your character around with the thought of what your future selves will be doing. It is a puzzle game.

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  Posted: May 13th, 2009, 6:16am PDT by Megan

  Sydney and Truman had their spring concert last Thursday and Christian's was last night. I have to say that it is really wonderful to see me kids perform well, to be a contributing member of a group, and to make something beautiful.br /br /Sydney and Truman earned a few awards at their concert and it was interesting to reflect on past years when their were a couple of kids who seemed to get all the awards. (Christian was even recognized because he helped with the elementary school drum line) I remember thinking that somehow those parents did something to make their kids get all those awards. Our kids were those kids this year and perspective is an interesting thing. I realized that it is about the kids and I could not care less about the awards. I am really proud of the passion, focus and determination my kids have shown for music. They worked incredibly hard and it showed. (It is still a little embarrassing to have them announce Welling over and over and realize that a lot of those parents are thinking I had something to do with it)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-360459718205265242?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: May 12th, 2009, 11:05am PDT by Jake

  So having a new baby has done something that I did not expect to happen.  Noah seems like he has really grown up.  He seems like he is very tall and he feel considerably heavier to pick up than he used to be.  Maybe it is just that now that I have a little baby I just notice how big he is now.  It could also be that he stepped up a bit now that there is a smaller kid at home.  It is probably a bit of both.

Best for Last

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  Posted: May 11th, 2009, 8:37pm PDT by alex

  Time flies so swiftly,  and I have finished another 4 or 5 classes.  I am exhausted.  The past 2 weeks I have been studying for finals, trying to decide on who my councilers were going to be, and identify all of the insects that I have in my collection to Family.  Oh, by the way, I was called to be Elders Quorum President a few weeks ago.  It is kind of a daunting job in the aspect that I have had fairly cushy callings in the past.  I have been music chairmen 3 times, choir director twice, FHE Group leader, and Financial Clerk.  All of which dont take too much time out of your schedule.  But I am very honored that the Lord would see potential in something as weak as I am.  But as the scriptures say “I show unto men their weakness, that they may be humble.”  I will enjoy this humbling experience as I serve his children.

  Other things that have been occuring in my crazy life, include:

  Being asked by the research lead from the USDA to assist him in an experiment with genetic make up in plants.  Im not sure exactly what it is yet but I am excited never the less.  He told me that he is going to get me trained in extracting DNA and processing it and all sorts of other cool stuff.

  Taking a drawing class during this first summer session.  I have felt that I wanted to improve my drawing skills, and I also needed a full time schedule during the summer so I needed an extra 2 credits with my 4 credit chemistry class.  We had our first class today,  I think the teacher is going to be pretty cool, he seems pretty new to the whole college teaching though, so we will see how he does. Maybe ill put up my drawings so dad can critique them.  We’ll see.

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  Posted: May 11th, 2009, 2:28pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Sydney's Battle of the books was today. The competition was fierce. I was so amazed at how well they all did. Syd was a bit disappointed at her team's performance until we pointed out that they were 10th of the 12 teams at the regional final, but that also means that they were 10th of the 300 something teams that participated over all. Then we has banana splits. It is all good now.br //divbr /br /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCBquVjh0I/AAAAAAAAC84/UVrmCSe2Qrw/s1600-h/CIMG6121.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCBquVjh0I/AAAAAAAAC84/UVrmCSe2Qrw/s400/CIMG6121.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCBqpFNmgI/AAAAAAAAC9A/r2munGBNbYM/s1600-h/CIMG6125.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/ShCBqpFNmgI/AAAAAAAAC9A/r2munGBNbYM/s400/CIMG6125.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-5628650605125147114?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: May 10th, 2009, 2:45pm PDT by Kami

  Amid cleaning the house yesterday and thinking about Carolyn’s new baby it occured to me that I longed most for a child eight years ago on Mother’s Day.  I felt like I was included in the Mother’s Day regards only because I was a “potential” mother which I rather resented.  Nine months later I was blessed with my first child and then four years later a second.  I had no idea how much my life would change and I am so glad it did.  I have never gone through so much heart-ache and so much joy as when I became a mother.  I never knew I would learn so much patience, love, and so much about my own failings.  I never thought I would understand my own mother so much better and confide in her about child-related issues.

  Today I’m celebrating Mother’s Day with some quality family time.  I’m looking forward to making a few phone calls and reconnecting with some great mommies out there today.  Happy Mother’s Day!

  (By the way, mom…sorry I cut up your tulips when I was four.  I thought they’d look prettier that way.)

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: May 10th, 2009, 7:50am PDT by Shaun

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  Posted: May 10th, 2009, 6:26am PDT by Megan

  I was talking to someone the other day and she said "so as a mother of 7, what do you get for Mother's Day?"br /The answer is more presents.br /Kenneth gave me a great pair of big hoop earrings, to compliment my funky gypsy style skirt.br /I got some aluminum (dishwasher safe) muffin pans. This is significant because I am notorious for ruining pans by putting them in the dishwasher, so for a few years I have only owned silicone muffin pans. The crust is not the same, so my family researched and purchased me some pans that I might be successful with. (also one is heart shaped mini muffins) I got a pitcher to add to my collection and a gardening kneeling on thing, and I think I forgot something but naptime is burning away while I sit here so I'll add it when I remember.br /br /I am such a lucky girl. My family loves me and I am so blessed to have them all. (which is really easy to remember when they are sleeping!)br /br /Happy Mother's Day!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-2347330091061676702?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: May 8th, 2009, 9:37pm PDT by admin

  

  Carolyn and Heidi

  So Carolyn was promising that there would be pictures up very fast, but she was promising on my work, sorry it has taken so long.  So first off is the run down.  I dropped Carolyn off at the hospital to get her water broken and I needed to go to work to test some Kool-aid I had left in the over for 5 days of so.  I got back to the hospital around 8 and Carolyn was having contractions inconsistently about 2 or 3 every 30min.  We walked the halls for a while and sat on the exercise ball, then we were sitting around and getting board.  I was sent off to get some cards and a book to read, I also made my self an egg salad sandwich (I was hungry now because I had not eatten much because I was nervous, but since we had things going I was okay again).  I arrive back at the hospital to find Carolyn having contractions every 3 or 4 minutes. Carolyn was feeling hungry and a bit nausious so we got her some apple sauce and a few crackers to eat.  I then started on my sandwich.  I got one bite in when Caroyln started to have hard contractions so I quickly bit off a large mouthful and then through the sandwich in the fridge Knowing I might not see it again for a while.  Carolyn was trying to swallow chewed up cracker, which it turns out is a little difficult.  We were very quickly on our way.  Carolyn went to the bathroom and barely made it back to the bed.  The nurse checked her, called the doctor to come and suggested Carolyn roll onto her other side to even out the cervix dilation.  The doctor barely made it for Carolyn to push twice and the baby was out.

  

  Heidi's Hair

  Both are doing quite well.  We named the baby Heidi Jean and she is hungry and happy.  We had her at about 11:20am on May 7th.  Carolyn is already home and up and about.  Oh and I am well also, thanks for asking.

  

  Heidi

  PS I think she looks much cuter now that she is not quite so puffy.

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: May 8th, 2009, 9:10pm PDT

  If you are interested in hearing the a href="http://www.rainier.wednet.edu/education/components/docmgr/default.php?sectiondetailid=2796amp;fileitem=467amp;catfilter=79"trauersinfonie/a click on the link.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-3707323911970470367?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

Jake and Carolyn

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  Posted: May 8th, 2009, 9:06pm PDT by admin

  

  So Noah is way into baseball.  He loves to watch guys at the park play catch or to steal a mitt and run around with it.  He will find a bat and then have Carolyn play baseball on the Wii so he can swing his bat around.  So Ian mentioned that They had handed out tickets to a WSU ball game and that I was able to bum along with Noah if I wanted.

  It was very sunny out which felt good, but it was wind right on the bleachers so it was actually a bit cold in the midst of the sun.  We won the game and saw a few home-runs so it turned out well.  Noah’s favorite parts were the bits of music that played while the teams change sides and the 7th inning stretch when we all sang take me out to the ballgame.

I Have Nothing to Say and I am Saying It.

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  Posted: May 8th, 2009, 8:42pm PDT

  Today was perhaps the hardest day I have ever had teaching. At 10:30 this morning the high school faculty was informed that one of the juniors had taken his life between 8:30 and 9:00 that morning. While it was not one of the students in my class I knew him because of his upbeat personality, his devotion, and his humor. He always greeted me in the hallways with a smile and was always looking to help someone who was down. At 11:00 when classes started up after our nutrition break, each faculty member read a prepared statement to their classes and then let them go to where ever they needed to go. I didn't think that I would be sought out by students to simply sit in my room and get a hug. It was the hardest thing I have had to do. It is the one thing I hate doing because I don't feel that I am any good at comforting. I think I deal with these kinds of things in ways that others don't. I like to listen to Wagner's Trauersimphonie. It is calming yet moving and covers the emotions that I feel need to be covered.br /br /The hardest part was seeing how many people love that student and are going to have a big gap in their life without him there. I'm sad. I have had to be strong enough for the students and now that I am home I am simply sad. I think I personally am starting to feel the effects and start to cry every now and again.br /br /Mackenzie asked me tonight why I my face was wet and patted me on the knee saying it was okay. She did just what I did all this afternoon for my students. I feel so much closer to the students in Rainier then I ever have and I hate that it is because we lost one.br /br /Not a lot of information has been released. I hope they don't release anymore than they already I have. I'd rather not know.br /br /I'm sorry if this is random. I just needed to write my thoughts before I explode.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304122339979804114-2612376769579739919?l=cornwalla.blogspot.com'//div

Shaun Cornwall

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  Posted: May 6th, 2009, 4:51pm PDT by Shaun

  Hey click here to help me out!! Alex showed it to me.

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  Posted: May 4th, 2009, 2:20pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Congrats, Sydney!br /br /a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sf--tDF7JTI/AAAAAAAAC78/gh7QnUEXosY/s1600-h/CIMG6091.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sf--tDF7JTI/AAAAAAAAC78/gh7QnUEXosY/s400/CIMG6091.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /Sydney's team took third place in the district final and next week her team and the first and second place teams will go on to the Regional competition!div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"br //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-2001073821198085835?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: May 2nd, 2009, 11:16pm PDT by Kami

  Occasionally I give in to my three-year-old son’s plea to play at the mall arcade.  It’s cheap entertainment and I get to browse the shops.  The other day we walked around trying to find appropriate games and he decided we HAD to play air hockey.

  I was going easy on the lad and even went along with his brilliant strategy that he hit the puck and I don’t move to block it.  We were tied for most of the game.  At three points each he got a gleam in his eye and a funny little grin.  Maybe he was feeling cocky, or maybe he wanted to throw me off but whatever the case, my son decided to start getting competitive by “talking smack” as we put it.  He gave me his best (and only) line; “None of your beezwax!”

  I had to really keep myself from laughing hard out loud, and instead, smile back and say, “oh yeah?”  He repeated his “mantra” whenever he felt he was doing exceptionally well until he won the game.  His phrase came from his older brother who heard it at school (hooray for public education, right?) and it leaves me wondering how competitive he may become as he gets a little older.  Here’s to teaching the boys that it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.

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  Posted: May 2nd, 2009, 2:37am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"My friend had this idea of making a lamp from a Saxophone, she supplied the instrument (it's a tenor) and the lamp parts and I made the base and built the lamp. We still need a shade for it. I think it turned out pretty good. The hardest part was willing myself to drill a hole in the bottom. I actually had to make Kenneth do it for me, but I did hold it still.br //divbr /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx26WWXuQI/AAAAAAAAC7U/A88yXAHvT_s/s1600-h/CIMG6088.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx26WWXuQI/AAAAAAAAC7U/A88yXAHvT_s/s400/CIMG6088.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx26XBSniI/AAAAAAAAC7c/N1rJJWc0FnE/s1600-h/CIMG6087.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx26XBSniI/AAAAAAAAC7c/N1rJJWc0FnE/s400/CIMG6087.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-1325612383574909111?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: May 1st, 2009, 2:43pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"This week Hazel has been playing a game with Dejay where she wraps him in blankets and pretends that he is Maid Marion. He plays along for a while, and as you can see in the photo, when he is done he shakes himself free and comes to find me.br /br /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QQ_6XcI/AAAAAAAAC7k/B2w3AO9LDpA/s1600-h/CIMG6078.JPG"img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QQ_6XcI/AAAAAAAAC7k/B2w3AO9LDpA/s400/CIMG6078.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QiJIVEI/AAAAAAAAC7s/hb4mI4U2Yyw/s1600-h/CIMG6079.JPG"img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QiJIVEI/AAAAAAAAC7s/hb4mI4U2Yyw/s400/CIMG6079.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QrDe_cI/AAAAAAAAC70/X-sFbQUbVJk/s1600-h/CIMG6073.JPG"img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfx4QrDe_cI/AAAAAAAAC70/X-sFbQUbVJk/s400/CIMG6073.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-7524538518124290798?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: April 29th, 2009, 10:41pm PDT by Kami

  So last week I got pulled over just as I was descending down a hill (oh like you haven’t ever sped!) and of course the police were ready for the unsuspecting soccer-mom ’cause you know how dangerous we can be.  I had my 3-year old in the back seat and knew when the police car turned around what I was in for.  He pulled me over to inform me that I was 8 digits faster than I should be going.  I thought about a YouTube video I had recently seen entitled “Don’t talk to the Cops” and almost chuckled, but since this was no laughing matter, I apologized knowing full well that he was right.  The officer was actually very kind and not only didn’t ticket me, but also cut me some slack for the fact that I didn’t have my current insurance info in the glove compartment.  (Guess what I put in that glove compartment as soon as I got home?)  He also gave my 3-year-old a big shiny sticker that resembled the very badge that the local police wear.  He was impressed.

  He was so impressed, in fact, that today my 3-year-old asked if we could go to the Police Station and see about maybe getting another sticker since the last one lost its stick and got thrown away.  Plus my 7-year-old felt mighty left out since he was at school during said event.  So down to the station we went.  While inquiring about the “badge stickers” an officer walked out to where we were -  all decked out in his black gear,  and pulled out two stickers for us.  My 3-year-old suddenly came down with a case of shyness so I asked the officer what he did during the day, what those things were strapped to his belt and leg, and how much training he had to go through (which is surprisingly not much) before he was “official.”

  It turns out that “officer Dow” is the same officer that pulled me over last week and kindly didn’t charge me a month’s paycheck for not having the current information in my car.  What a surprise!  And yes, I did thank him for being so nice and told him that he had impressed my son so much that now he wants to go out and “catch the bad guys” too.  Of course…my son’s version usually involves a light sabre instead of a taser or handcuffs.  Still, it’s funny how coincidental it all was.  Thanks, officer Dow!

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  Posted: April 27th, 2009, 3:20pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Sydney is on a team at school that participated in the battle of the books. This semester all the participants read the same 12 books, and they had competitions to see who remembered the most. Sydney's team represented our school today in the district semi-finals. The girls did great and will be competing in the finals on Monday night.br //divbr /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67W1JYwI/AAAAAAAAC6k/m6XcEs9ebqM/s1600-h/CIMG6046.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67W1JYwI/AAAAAAAAC6k/m6XcEs9ebqM/s400/CIMG6046.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67qKoCUI/AAAAAAAAC6s/lqJFJQOgZow/s1600-h/CIMG6053.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67qKoCUI/AAAAAAAAC6s/lqJFJQOgZow/s400/CIMG6053.JPG" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67mc099I/AAAAAAAAC60/WLth4YXY_K4/s1600-h/CIMG6055.JPG"img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sfc67mc099I/AAAAAAAAC60/WLth4YXY_K4/s400/CIMG6055.JPG" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6638265838221764639?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: April 27th, 2009, 1:57pm PDT by Kami

  For those of you who are Facebook users there is a little filmstrip you need to watch which will help you on your Facebook manners.  It’s highly entertaining as well as informative.   Enjoy!  Facebook Manners and You

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  Posted: April 27th, 2009, 1:48pm PDT by Kami

  This was at the end of the last Simpsons episode and it was so awesome I had to look it up and watch it again. Enjoy Simpsons Theme Song Acapella

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  Posted: April 26th, 2009, 1:55pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"It looks like the kids were using my camera again. They are getting to be pretty good photographers!br //divbr /a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUsv4acVyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/Jm9x3yPXyic/s1600-h/CIMG6029.JPG"img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUsv4acVyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/Jm9x3yPXyic/s400/CIMG6029.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUsv2ucGWI/AAAAAAAAC50/N7lrRfoFVoY/s1600-h/CIMG6030.JPG"img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUsv2ucGWI/AAAAAAAAC50/N7lrRfoFVoY/s400/CIMG6030.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUswATGFXI/AAAAAAAAC58/PP1p7TssHEg/s1600-h/CIMG6035.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUswATGFXI/AAAAAAAAC58/PP1p7TssHEg/s400/CIMG6035.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUswJXwjXI/AAAAAAAAC6E/ZSobsPFaeKU/s1600-h/CIMG6039.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SfUswJXwjXI/AAAAAAAAC6E/ZSobsPFaeKU/s400/CIMG6039.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"br //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-4002062449836544517?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: April 22nd, 2009, 9:30pm PDT by Kami

  Dear College Students:

  Before you decide to take over the public park with your par-tay, please consider the impressionable ears of the little children out to play.  I don’t mind the rap music until the “F” bomb and other explatives are ringing through the air.

  Dear Janeane Garofalo:

  Your hypocrisy knows no bounds.  According to you, if you’re a Democrat and you’re opposing something the  government is doing when a white Republican is president it’s “Patriotic” but if you’re a white Republican opposing something the government is doing with a black, Democratic president, you’re a stupid racist who can’t think clearly because your  “limbic brain” is enlarged and is pushing against the frontal lobe.  Janeane Garofolo: Then and Now

  Dear Chrysler:

  Why would I buy a Pea Pod for 11K which will only go 30 mph and only lasts for 30 miles before you have to re-charge the 6 batteries if I can get farther and drive longer in my Camry for the same price?  Clearly not a long-term solution but more for the in-towner?  No “road trips” there!

  Dear Susan Boyle:

  I think you’re absolutely fabulous!  That is a voice from heaven!  Even if you don’t win the competition (and I hope you win), you are going places, lady!  My sis-in-law sent me this clip and I was blown away.  I saw some ado about it this morning on TV as well.  Keep after that dream!

7 MONKEYS

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  Posted: April 22nd, 2009, 1:28pm PDT by Megan

  Enclosure: [download]

  Here is one of the pieces from Christian and Truman's last Symphony concert, last night. This is Christian's debut on Drum set. I think he did great. I also heard the Tuba's quite well a couple of times...br /br /object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e125ae5815bb091b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKrdMtUMRIz_vm0QfwpUzHlitSApHkYqL91FLQL_qi8zUJnalMtcINHBnDXbJwhtPz5zqR-B_p8yPrihDT5Z9GNG_JgWiQphslTfJ76uSfeHGTdNwxqgObqDIhMWqru2Bm6qd_aC87EbXh7VMzvBOgg-kbNevMJXJITARtl8-kO9vA8zTLCItCATUa3C-B3HXXiSPf4SCWAn_d7meEfNhKES%26sigh%3D--3DFG5NA_VPvJFll7r9zbtYma8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De125ae5815bb091b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DQge5GWdxUy8CljT9vGRyd1Yvnb8amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKrdMtUMRIz_vm0QfwpUzHlitSApHkYqL91FLQL_qi8zUJnalMtcINHBnDXbJwhtPz5zqR-B_p8yPrihDT5Z9GNG_JgWiQphslTfJ76uSfeHGTdNwxqgObqDIhMWqru2Bm6qd_aC87EbXh7VMzvBOgg-kbNevMJXJITARtl8-kO9vA8zTLCItCATUa3C-B3HXXiSPf4SCWAn_d7meEfNhKES%26sigh%3D--3DFG5NA_VPvJFll7r9zbtYma8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De125ae5815bb091b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DQge5GWdxUy8CljT9vGRyd1Yvnb8amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/objectbr /br /We have been a bit creative about our babysitting lately. The little kids are pretty tired of attending concerts. So what we did for this concert was that we left Sydney in charge of the other girls and (Christian and Truman were in the concert) and we brought Nate to see the concert. The group of fiddlers played some prelude music which Nate enjoyed. He wiggled and squirmed for half of the first piece of the lowest division group and fell asleep. He woke up and needed the bathroom while the groups were switching on stage, went right back to sleep. He slept through the rest of the concert, walked to the car, went back to sleep and slept through the drive, the stop at the ice-cream parlor, and the drive home.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-507640983114479299?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div

God is Laughing at Me

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  Posted: April 21st, 2009, 3:59pm PDT by Kami

  We escaped mid-week from the humdrum of our every-day life.  Wednesday  filled out the proper paperwork for Stu’s missed days but Thursday morning I still received a phone call from the school secretary telling me that he is receiving an unexcused absence.   I know in first grade that doesn’t mean much, but I called her back anyhow.  She apologized over and over…and over.

  Thursday after lunch at McDonald’s (the kids are always on the lookout for another  “Bob” from Monsters vs. Aliens) we took the kids to the Pacific Science Center and visited all the exhibits.  The bugs were a big hit even though the sight of the centipede made both the kids jump back and shiver.  Eeew!  The Butterfly house was fun because a butterfly landed on daddy.  Watch out for the guy guarding the exit though!  He was MILITANT!  “Stop right there!  Turn around!  TURN!  (long pause as he eyeballs everyone thoroughly)  Alright, step into the next room and make sure to brush yourselves off!”  Yes sir!  Where’d this guy come from?  Sheesh!

  The science center closed at 4:00 but we needed to be back there by 8:00 because they play a Beatles Laser Show every Thursday at eight and the whole point of the Science Center visit was to catch that laser show.  (Have I mentioned how much Stu loves the Beatles right now?  That’s a whole other blog entry.  Trust me.)  So we drove down to the Aquarium to park and walked over to Pike Place, only to catch everyone closing shop.  We walked a few blocks down to where we thought the Spaghetti Factory was, but didn’t find it there.  We walked some more.  No Spaghetti Factory.  We crossed a bridge and looked waaaay down the road.  Oh, there it is!  We must have walked for 45 minutes but we finally made it there and ate a delicious dinner.  Good thing Grandpa met us there and drove us back to our car.

  The Beatles Laser Show made me dizzy a few times with all of the spinning of the random designs but over all a good time was had by all.  Stu was SO excited.  I have never seen him so excited.  He was squealing, jumping up and down, clapping his hands, and grinning ear to ear while we waited first in line to get inside the arena.  Andy had grown tiresome of the whole thing about half-way through and decided to close his eyes, curl up into a little ball, and try to get some sleep.  Too bad for him the music was so loud.

  Friday we celebrated Grandma C’s 60′th birthday!  Hooray!  We got the family together and even added a few who were out of town via web-cam to join in.  She opened a scrapbook that was made by all of her children and it made her cry.  Our work there was done.

  It was so nice to visit with family again.  The cousins had a great time playing together and I think we actually wore the kids out - having not put them to bed earlier than 9:00 since last Tuesday.  It’s good to be home but we miss everyone already!

  

  

Weston & Emmerson

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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 3:30am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey24q0Rz2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oin83-D5HuI/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey24q0Rz2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oin83-D5HuI/s320/IMG_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833543954943842" border="0" //aThe Bairds and Courtney came over to celebrate Emmie and Tanner's birthday. Shaun and Carl decided to take down a very unnecessary wall between our kitchen and dining room. I think they had fun, and I love the new kitchen. I guess the wiring was messed up ... and laughable. Shaun said that our house is "the wonkiest house I've ever seen."br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyxf22LCXI/AAAAAAAAAww/fbc1RF7X00w/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyxf22LCXI/AAAAAAAAAww/fbc1RF7X00w/s320/IMG_3493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827620129245554" border="0" //abr /Final kitchen pictures will be displayed once we get new lower cabinets and countertops. Maybe after next tax season?br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgEeJMiI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GgzXiZc92Oc/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgEeJMiI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GgzXiZc92Oc/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827623786557986" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgYix3vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9XwB9NO48_0/s1600-h/IMG_3498.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgYix3vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9XwB9NO48_0/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827629174710002" border="0" //abr /Allie (future pastry chef) helped build Emmie's Miss Piggy birthday cake.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rZzHesI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xJp7gD7t-pk/s1600-h/IMG_3516.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rZzHesI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xJp7gD7t-pk/s320/IMG_3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832216536742594" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rsG4TcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ddqokovXMv0/s1600-h/IMG_3523.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rsG4TcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ddqokovXMv0/s320/IMG_3523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832221451472322" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey40Y3RSiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3-uYqFzQTds/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey40Y3RSiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3-uYqFzQTds/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326835669439433250" border="0" //aWeston had a similar Muppet Show cake, but while Emmie dug right in, Weston touched the frosting and decided he didn't want it.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1D-GJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zSWG-6V3f04/s1600-h/IMG_3594.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1D-GJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zSWG-6V3f04/s320/IMG_3594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326831539085499538" border="0" //aWe went to HuHots Mongolian Grill to celebrate Tanner's birthday - isn't he a handsome guy?br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rCGoktI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5VdPpGUrSHQ/s1600-h/IMG_3565.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rCGoktI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5VdPpGUrSHQ/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832210176152274" border="0" //aEmmie had her first lemon.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rMu5qUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/HD1cXatofwE/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1rMu5qUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/HD1cXatofwE/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832213029398850" border="0" //aThe crew ...br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EoL7WrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9O1cJhn1Gwk/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EoL7WrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9O1cJhn1Gwk/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326831550384003762" border="0" //aspan style="text-decoration: underline;"/spanbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EYhlEDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/j35-KC_m2T4/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EYhlEDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/j35-KC_m2T4/s320/IMG_3601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326831546179850290" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EFid0DI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ucYFNQgrB0c/s1600-h/IMG_3596.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Sey1EFid0DI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ucYFNQgrB0c/s320/IMG_3596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326831541083295794" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgjEheFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/HDigWokbuks/s1600-h/IMG_3587.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyxgjEheFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/HDigWokbuks/s320/IMG_3587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827632000596050" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-7698956623126212999?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 3:26am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywj6HSr2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nrHbl4moXOE/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywj6HSr2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nrHbl4moXOE/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826590214205282" border="0" //aWe took Courtney to the Stanley Hotel (where Stephen King got his inspiration for "The Shining" and where "Dumb and Dumber" was filmed).br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywdRLWBaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XwP5u0kLhzY/s1600-h/IMG_3448.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywdRLWBaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XwP5u0kLhzY/s320/IMG_3448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826476146132386" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywdB4gyTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vNEKu3ujW6g/s1600-h/IMG_3441.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywdB4gyTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vNEKu3ujW6g/s320/IMG_3441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826472040614194" border="0" //a"redrum"br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywc5afYoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PT6l0Ga9-b8/s1600-h/IMG_3413.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywc5afYoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PT6l0Ga9-b8/s320/IMG_3413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826469767209602" border="0" //aAt the Lake, Weston had his marshmallow shooter in hand.br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywcjh0MWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xoeTM1PvAyU/s1600-h/IMG_3402.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seywcjh0MWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xoeTM1PvAyU/s320/IMG_3402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826463892353378" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywclrnwoI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bGpCVC2RiTY/s1600-h/IMG_3396.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeywclrnwoI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bGpCVC2RiTY/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826464470352514" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-107920188733185460?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 3:21am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZsiT4QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gTXZJ2QeEpw/s1600-h/IMG_3359.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZsiT4QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gTXZJ2QeEpw/s320/IMG_3359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825315259113730" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvhpU-YUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SmldDxqt7eY/s1600-h/IMG_3360.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvhpU-YUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SmldDxqt7eY/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825451836825922" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyvh4DXGKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eSG-3c64hrI/s1600-h/IMG_3365.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyvh4DXGKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eSG-3c64hrI/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825455789480098" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZdyEvOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pnYc-RAexIw/s1600-h/IMG_3330.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZdyEvOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pnYc-RAexIw/s320/IMG_3330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825311298698466" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZfGf-hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ri1Yp3gunRQ/s1600-h/IMG_3329.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvZfGf-hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ri1Yp3gunRQ/s320/IMG_3329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825311652805138" border="0" //abr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvY_zPrDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rte8Smh29VI/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyvY_zPrDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rte8Smh29VI/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326825303250545714" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-6683882703097012165?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 3:16am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyueN-gGLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/TYXdqvOS96U/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyueN-gGLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/TYXdqvOS96U/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824293443573938" border="0" //aWeston doesn't take naps any more, but every once in awhile around 3 or 4pm, he crashes.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyueLyrInI/AAAAAAAAAuw/OgGRvzHCfGA/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyueLyrInI/AAAAAAAAAuw/OgGRvzHCfGA/s320/IMG_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824292857094770" border="0" //aEmmie at the park ... she will eat anything.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyud-n0ntI/AAAAAAAAAuo/muE1rHkp-xA/s1600-h/IMG_3028.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seyud-n0ntI/AAAAAAAAAuo/muE1rHkp-xA/s320/IMG_3028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824289321918162" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyudhzaLFI/AAAAAAAAAug/kyx8wELttFw/s1600-h/IMG_2785.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyudhzaLFI/AAAAAAAAAug/kyx8wELttFw/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824281585888338" border="0" //aWeston's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle mask.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyudYAl7LI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pCzwTZsKQ5w/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeyudYAl7LI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pCzwTZsKQ5w/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326824278956829874" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-1932000654273465962?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 3:12am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytscKQwHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YLv87f8vmeU/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytscKQwHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YLv87f8vmeU/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823438257537138" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytsKtM85I/AAAAAAAAAuI/7s6q5drfKXU/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytsKtM85I/AAAAAAAAAuI/7s6q5drfKXU/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823433572250514" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytsEA6-OI/AAAAAAAAAuA/M1Ua2wh8Xmo/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytsEA6-OI/AAAAAAAAAuA/M1Ua2wh8Xmo/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823431775910114" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seytr72aHnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/PRQI_Ub62mA/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/Seytr72aHnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/PRQI_Ub62mA/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823429584330354" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytrmpweZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mornarW5lfo/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeytrmpweZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mornarW5lfo/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823423894124946" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-8711757555736983813?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 20th, 2009, 2:53am PDT by Jenni

  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypX9mYKdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mX9IJ4Ubsag/s1600-h/IMG_3007.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypX9mYKdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mX9IJ4Ubsag/s320/IMG_3007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818688410069458" border="0" //aKrista and I took the kids and went to Grandma and Papa's for Lauren's baptism. Papa took the kids on four-wheel drives. Weston didn't last long, but Morgan and Savannah loved it.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypX9iaaZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/CvduK2CAt2I/s1600-h/IMG_2998.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypX9iaaZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/CvduK2CAt2I/s320/IMG_2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818688393439634" border="0" //aMark and Weston. I think Weston may have inherited his Grandma's camera-flash blinking. There are about 5 more pictures of Weston with Mark where his eyes are closed.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypXr3ZskI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jZZ2C18H4cA/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypXr3ZskI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jZZ2C18H4cA/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818683649634882" border="0" //aPapa napping with Emmie.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKqflYhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YySghLkAB8U/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKqflYhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YySghLkAB8U/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818459943002642" border="0" //abr /Weston's favorite dog, Jake. Recently, Weston has been watching "Lady and the Tramp". Now he frequently asks for a dog for his next birthday, just like Lady, and in a box with a red bow tied around it ... the same way Lady came Christmas morning.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKUnA-QI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PTcSNW96Eg8/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKUnA-QI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PTcSNW96Eg8/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818454068590850" border="0" //aEmmie Katebr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKEyKKgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/r0UObVzSePY/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypKEyKKgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/r0UObVzSePY/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818449820363266" border="0" //aHappy Birthday to Brian.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypJ3jBqoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/M2ncK2HF1SQ/s1600-h/IMG_2898.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypJ3jBqoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/M2ncK2HF1SQ/s320/IMG_2898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818446267230850" border="0" //aA little 'tude from Court and T-Bear.br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypJk8jbwI/AAAAAAAAAso/4PdTzT264L8/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uv8VLlVbDxI/SeypJk8jbwI/AAAAAAAAAso/4PdTzT264L8/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818441274027778" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400698760763385758-5735419678553843818?l=jennicornwall.blogspot.com'//div

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  Posted: April 18th, 2009, 12:54am PDT by Megan

  Yesterday I was a Costco and had a conversation, with a nice woman on the cheese isle, that has caused some reflection on my part. As we were having the conversation I felt surreal and attributed it to the swarm of children buzzing about my cart that I could do nothing to contain in a very busy store. As I have now slept and can think more clearly I realize that there were many things that were strange about the conversation. Here is the conversation as clearly as I can remember it:br /span style="font-style: italic;"Tasting Lady: Hi girls! Would you like to try some cheese?/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Swarming Children: Oh Mom, more tasting./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: go ahead, only one. Nate take the one you touched. turn here I need to find some cheese./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Nice lady: (also looking for cheese) What kind of cheese?/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Nate: (pointing and spinning) Here's some cheese/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Hazel: (bringing me a wheel of Bree) I want this kind/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: I'm looking for a chunk of smoked Gouda/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"NL: That is hard to find/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: Well, I saw some at Safeway but I was hoping to find it cheaper than $10/pound./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Sydney and Abby: Here, here is this Gouda? Is it smoked if it has the red stuff on it?/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Nate: I found some cheese. How about this one./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"NL: Well you know who has it is Trader Joe's I like to go there/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: Is it a good price./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"NL: Yes I can buy half that size of cheese for about the same price./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: Hmmm, thanks/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"NL: You really should go there because It is great for smaller quantities of things./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Me: (choosing a piece of unsmoked Gouda) Sure Nate you can have another taste/spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;"Nate: don't forget to buy me a giant package of gluesticks/span.br /br /So this morning I realize thatbr /olliIt is Costco, people go there to buy large quantities of everything/liliNice Lady must have wrongly assumed that Hazel was unfamiliar with cheese and chose Bree on accident/liliNice Lady must have mistaken my children for the neighbor kids out for a ride, and that I could not find anyone in my home to help me eat such a "large" chunk of cheese/liliHalf as much cheese for the same price is not a good deal/liliI must still look young enough (which is a flattering thought) that I need help with my shopping/li/olbr /(In case you are wondering I decided that the smoke flavor wasn't worth the extra $5/pound.)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8334298822257190578?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 17th, 2009, 2:44pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Who says boys have all the fun? Kenneth, Christian, and Truman are away tonight at a boyscout camporee, so we girls and Nate had a cook out. We roasted hot dogs and Peeps. I don't remember who told me that peeps are good roasted but I owe them a lot of calories! Not only do you get the gooey fluffy melty marshmallow but you also get a caramelized sugar coating, oh so delicious. The down side is that the kids roasting them chant "die, Peeps, die" (which was not it's german usage meaning The peep The) . It is a little unnerving.br //diva href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4PTyK8I/AAAAAAAACzQ/LiwAFjgOSIU/s1600-h/CIMG5985.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4PTyK8I/AAAAAAAACzQ/LiwAFjgOSIU/s400/CIMG5985.JPG" alt="" border="0" //abr /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4GwCLAI/AAAAAAAACzI/CnwyCmrzSgk/s1600-h/CIMG5986.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4GwCLAI/AAAAAAAACzI/CnwyCmrzSgk/s400/CIMG5986.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4RinbiI/AAAAAAAACzY/PxlxhXhM4JE/s1600-h/CIMG5995.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Sela4RinbiI/AAAAAAAACzY/PxlxhXhM4JE/s400/CIMG5995.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="text-align: center;"a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIeF9soI/AAAAAAAACzo/MyD6CPTm9yA/s1600-h/CIMG5998.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIeF9soI/AAAAAAAACzo/MyD6CPTm9yA/s400/CIMG5998.JPG" alt="" border="0" //abr /br /br /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIh0eqTI/AAAAAAAACzw/iBDZfD-zPV0/s1600-h/CIMG6002.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIh0eqTI/AAAAAAAACzw/iBDZfD-zPV0/s400/CIMG6002.JPG" alt="" border="0" //abr /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIiEcUVI/AAAAAAAACz4/STBJtM_8M14/s1600-h/CIMG6004.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbIiEcUVI/AAAAAAAACz4/STBJtM_8M14/s400/CIMG6004.JPG" alt="" border="0" //abr //divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8368569076994961561?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 17th, 2009, 2:43pm PDT by Megan

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  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"div style="text-align: left;"Hazel (see the little black cat with the blue and white ruffle hanging out of the costume) on the front left) was in a cute little spring production at the preschool. They acted out Noah's ark, super cute!br //divbr /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Selak5C5p2I/AAAAAAAACy0/ei5-Xhx8pcE/s1600-h/CIMG5976.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Selak5C5p2I/AAAAAAAACy0/ei5-Xhx8pcE/s400/CIMG5976.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Selak2qx_9I/AAAAAAAACy8/4wnN0h48Hts/s1600-h/CIMG5975.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/Selak2qx_9I/AAAAAAAACy8/4wnN0h48Hts/s400/CIMG5975.JPG" alt="" border="0" //abr /br /Here is her class (the busy bee class) singing Busy Bees won't you come out to play. (look for the bright blue dress)br /br //divdiv style="text-align: center;"object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5361c51c386d8bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KKzsr112ykT0KmrdnX3tI_qdUz0b-4hhScX2KpCgzQkHBFtHNS01lR760v1ZEURlJ8x5Cbt0fKwhY-_BdFppHwjXw6buYPT_VgPx2HMAkLXOMuqI9stiphkSpOMgNGto8x3kJTyQ5rSy687YVA5nwolDLNcrGokJkGwnTlgxIfv0sUqUG2l7UHINTnDaTUwx-iYiFs9A0xfDZjEWSJQuLqU%26sigh%3DOoeUjzEkCaNu-gDpQmms_0gIONY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5361c51c386d8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DoBzleNMrGdNxNnWhVaoGxwaX17Eamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KKzsr112ykT0KmrdnX3tI_qdUz0b-4hhScX2KpCgzQkHBFtHNS01lR760v1ZEURlJ8x5Cbt0fKwhY-_BdFppHwjXw6buYPT_VgPx2HMAkLXOMuqI9stiphkSpOMgNGto8x3kJTyQ5rSy687YVA5nwolDLNcrGokJkGwnTlgxIfv0sUqUG2l7UHINTnDaTUwx-iYiFs9A0xfDZjEWSJQuLqU%26sigh%3DOoeUjzEkCaNu-gDpQmms_0gIONY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0amp;nogvlm=1amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5361c51c386d8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DoBzleNMrGdNxNnWhVaoGxwaX17Eamp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/embed/object/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-5664250357604207709?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 16th, 2009, 1:50pm PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"Dejay was tired of being wrapped in a blanket and tortured by three year old love so he crawled in the kennel. He found no relief!br /br /a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelcHhLUmkI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Y3f2wscOGr0/s1600-h/CIMG5971.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelcHhLUmkI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Y3f2wscOGr0/s400/CIMG5971.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelcH1ns6FI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/ykOTvkTWnas/s1600-h/CIMG5972.JPG"img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelcH1ns6FI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/ykOTvkTWnas/s400/CIMG5972.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a /divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-8122477423374771233?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div
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  Posted: April 15th, 2009, 7:46am PDT by Megan

  div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"Hazel sometimes gets tired of playing Polly Pockets with her mom. (can you believe it) So today she was on a campaign to play Nick Jr. games on the computer. It was almost naptime and I was trying to do some dishes up, so I finally relented. I finished and called her to pick a book. No answer, I figured she was ignoring me. So I came out to carry her off to bed only to find her sound asleep.br //divbr /div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbT28tn_I/AAAAAAAAC0I/iGZdNnYliw4/s1600-h/CIMG5970.JPG"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbT28tn_I/AAAAAAAAC0I/iGZdNnYliw4/s400/CIMG5970.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbTjvE4XI/AAAAAAAAC0A/xj1M2dx9myA/s1600-h/CIMG5969.JPG"img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqdYl3ypK4M/SelbTjvE4XI/AAAAAAAAC0A/xj1M2dx9myA/s400/CIMG5969.JPG" alt="" border="0" //a/divdiv style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"br //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453173993153037208-6355821385585346022?l=wellingmonkeys.blogspot.com'//div