<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544</id><updated>2012-01-01T14:17:32.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise World</title><subtitle type='html'>Aaron, Kim, and Elsie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2766750740695036125</id><published>2011-12-19T10:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:25:12.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November Blog</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am just now blogging about November.  As you can tell, my blogging motivation is at an all time low.  Hmmmm...maybe that means I'll get Christmas cards out in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron switched offices early in November.  He is renting space from a guy he knew from law school.  The office is in Spanish Fork, and so far it's working out great.  He has enjoyed being so close to home.  He's learning all sorts of new stuff and getting different kind of work.  He's glad to be branching out from just criminal law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie loves being around family.  She asks me every day who we are going to see that day.  She really loves living with Jeff and Nicole's family, playing with them whenever she gets a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkooS-Mcpoc/Tu97vfiRKiI/AAAAAAAADH0/oui5KBxn0cU/s1600/november%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkooS-Mcpoc/Tu97vfiRKiI/AAAAAAAADH0/oui5KBxn0cU/s320/november%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687900910241524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Disney on Ice with Ang and Q.  It did not disappoint.  I thought it was a great show.  The costumes and music were awesome, and we got to see all the princesses.  Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaAhpYfsjpY/Tu97vHjTfsI/AAAAAAAADHs/doHoY5T-1Rc/s1600/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%252816%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaAhpYfsjpY/Tu97vHjTfsI/AAAAAAAADHs/doHoY5T-1Rc/s320/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%252816%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687900903803420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3Hgmda8qj4/Tu97u8Jl33I/AAAAAAAADHg/JhrJTnEMDSQ/s1600/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3Hgmda8qj4/Tu97u8Jl33I/AAAAAAAADHg/JhrJTnEMDSQ/s320/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687900900742782834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYEWtLybW1c/Tu97ug7S8NI/AAAAAAAADHU/2cPffmj8-Zg/s1600/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%252811%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYEWtLybW1c/Tu97ug7S8NI/AAAAAAAADHU/2cPffmj8-Zg/s320/disney%2Bon%2Bice%2B%252811%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687900893435064530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron took this picture of Elsie while she was sleeping to show how she has to tuck in her snuggle stuff when she goes to sleep.  Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmECvvTWVuI/Tu97vnmVj4I/AAAAAAAADIE/75t86AIEF64/s1600/november%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmECvvTWVuI/Tu97vnmVj4I/AAAAAAAADIE/75t86AIEF64/s320/november%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687900912406073218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving here in Utah.  We went out to eat at Mimi's with Jeff, Nicole, Alexis, Gary, Sylvia, Angie, and Qiana.  It was delicious, and tasted extra good because nobody had to cook it or clean it!  Then we headed over to Gary/Sylvia's house to hang out, watch some football, and eat more snacks.  Greg and Piper came down with the kids, and we had a great time.  Angie had planned some cute games for the kids to play, like a turkey hunt in the backyard.  It was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhvDOGM3GJw/Tu96JvltilI/AAAAAAAADG8/ItlBK5Nmv3w/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhvDOGM3GJw/Tu96JvltilI/AAAAAAAADG8/ItlBK5Nmv3w/s320/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687899162204277330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XwDCYeYmn-4/Tu96I639WsI/AAAAAAAADGw/M0PvkDK-fmQ/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XwDCYeYmn-4/Tu96I639WsI/AAAAAAAADGw/M0PvkDK-fmQ/s320/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687899148053732034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtByFyGHjQ/Tu96IVBs7tI/AAAAAAAADGk/KT3GDOkciOE/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtByFyGHjQ/Tu96IVBs7tI/AAAAAAAADGk/KT3GDOkciOE/s320/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687899137894051538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids ended the night with a little movie watching on the bed, while us ladies stuffed our faces upstairs.  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_imFH55xnbU/Tu96IPD5YEI/AAAAAAAADGY/mDLio2WUjKM/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_imFH55xnbU/Tu96IPD5YEI/AAAAAAAADGY/mDLio2WUjKM/s320/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687899136292642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TW862zPjiOM/Tu96J9lm5cI/AAAAAAAADHE/AYcqJTw18F4/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TW862zPjiOM/Tu96J9lm5cI/AAAAAAAADHE/AYcqJTw18F4/s320/thanksgiving%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687899165961938370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's November for ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2766750740695036125?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2766750740695036125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2766750740695036125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2766750740695036125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2766750740695036125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/november-blog.html' title='November Blog'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkooS-Mcpoc/Tu97vfiRKiI/AAAAAAAADH0/oui5KBxn0cU/s72-c/november%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7959604701565272563</id><published>2011-11-01T20:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:04:10.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had such a great Halloween this year!  We went over to Greg and Piper's for a some Halloween fun.  Gary, Sylvia, Angie, and Q joined us as well.  They made us a wonderful chili/baked potato dinner, we went out trick-or-treating, and decorated cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids were dressed up so cute!  The girls represented Disney quite well, don't you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvwpin-Mslk/TrCwzjZsGoI/AAAAAAAADGA/xLsrGAXpLdc/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvwpin-Mslk/TrCwzjZsGoI/AAAAAAAADGA/xLsrGAXpLdc/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670226330582260354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little shout out to Angie who helped me (okay, she did the whole thing) get Elsie's "Rapunzel" wig ready and styled.  Elsie felt so cool in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Put7peW4a1M/TrCw0PLaD6I/AAAAAAAADGM/YoFW-D4LTNc/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Put7peW4a1M/TrCw0PLaD6I/AAAAAAAADGM/YoFW-D4LTNc/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670226342333517730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie had a great time going house to house.  She loved running ahead with Cannon, and we had to keep reminding them to wait up for Q and Harper.  The weather was so gorgeous, and we were all so happy we didn't have to cover up the cute costumes with coats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9f0tXLz9Z4/TrCwzYU5nJI/AAAAAAAADF0/MnEB9_DDOJg/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9f0tXLz9Z4/TrCwzYU5nJI/AAAAAAAADF0/MnEB9_DDOJg/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670226327609384082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XRygypQSg/TrCwzFiwrvI/AAAAAAAADFo/C1iACi540Ds/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XRygypQSg/TrCwzFiwrvI/AAAAAAAADFo/C1iACi540Ds/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670226322567245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jav1AemDBXY/TrCvM_oFZqI/AAAAAAAADFQ/OEearKICfVE/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jav1AemDBXY/TrCvM_oFZqI/AAAAAAAADFQ/OEearKICfVE/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670224568632305314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's nothing like a little sugar to top off the night!  We also caught her licking the frosting off the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXa2851tN6Y/TrCvMNTfqXI/AAAAAAAADFE/G_4pZCcDoZQ/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXa2851tN6Y/TrCvMNTfqXI/AAAAAAAADFE/G_4pZCcDoZQ/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670224555124173170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APDvP_YV24g/TrCvL1Po1QI/AAAAAAAADE4/6oOLHXgutzU/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APDvP_YV24g/TrCvL1Po1QI/AAAAAAAADE4/6oOLHXgutzU/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670224548665545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCNzubxkH0g/TrCvLbb98qI/AAAAAAAADEs/d8MBmZbhgn0/s1600/311993_2413083000058_1040767394_2717975_353086690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCNzubxkH0g/TrCvLbb98qI/AAAAAAAADEs/d8MBmZbhgn0/s320/311993_2413083000058_1040767394_2717975_353086690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670224541737939618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs37JGu8IY4/TrCvNHHO5iI/AAAAAAAADFc/9IjqsjODLqk/s1600/halloween%2B2011%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs37JGu8IY4/TrCvNHHO5iI/AAAAAAAADFc/9IjqsjODLqk/s320/halloween%2B2011%2B065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670224570641999394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've decided I really want to become a Halloween person.  I want to go all out decorating the house/yard.  I loved walking around to each house and seeing their decorations and costumes.  What a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7959604701565272563?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7959604701565272563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7959604701565272563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7959604701565272563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7959604701565272563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvwpin-Mslk/TrCwzjZsGoI/AAAAAAAADGA/xLsrGAXpLdc/s72-c/halloween%2B2011%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-460382835558744838</id><published>2011-11-01T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:09:24.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Witchfest</title><content type='html'>We had the chance to go up to Gardner's Village to meet up with a dear family friend, Janice, and take part in Witchfest.  The whole shopping village is decorated for Halloween, and witches set up in fun costumes all around.  There's a little scavenger hunt you can do to find all of them, so, of course, we did that.  We shopped around, ate some treats, and visited.  Janice also treated Elsie to a little glitter face paint.  That was super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-557xvtK1_qo/Tq4J2BHIqTI/AAAAAAAADEg/iMT45EFvo-Q/s1600/witchfest%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-557xvtK1_qo/Tq4J2BHIqTI/AAAAAAAADEg/iMT45EFvo-Q/s320/witchfest%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479804521982258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyyWAMM-HjY/Tq4JiJHBGII/AAAAAAAADEU/tXQu1wLFO0g/s1600/witchfest%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyyWAMM-HjY/Tq4JiJHBGII/AAAAAAAADEU/tXQu1wLFO0g/s320/witchfest%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479463071586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qy_dcrgoEQ/Tq4JhgP4gKI/AAAAAAAADEI/-6Yt3sKBrIE/s1600/witchfest%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qy_dcrgoEQ/Tq4JhgP4gKI/AAAAAAAADEI/-6Yt3sKBrIE/s320/witchfest%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479452102918306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLChoMXO4U/Tq4Jg-dMW8I/AAAAAAAADD8/incqyyI8acI/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLChoMXO4U/Tq4Jg-dMW8I/AAAAAAAADD8/incqyyI8acI/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479443031940034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjMYs9fN3n0/Tq4JgkxSgeI/AAAAAAAADDs/eLICp2L5qpI/s1600/IMG_4065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjMYs9fN3n0/Tq4JgkxSgeI/AAAAAAAADDs/eLICp2L5qpI/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479436136907234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9RSGcsxN3E/Tq4JgXieE5I/AAAAAAAADDk/bDnU_zKcvZE/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9RSGcsxN3E/Tq4JgXieE5I/AAAAAAAADDk/bDnU_zKcvZE/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669479432585089938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the fun Halloween spirit.  I can't wait to dress up next year!  I loved getting to visit with Janice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-460382835558744838?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/460382835558744838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=460382835558744838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/460382835558744838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/460382835558744838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/witchfest.html' title='Witchfest'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-557xvtK1_qo/Tq4J2BHIqTI/AAAAAAAADEg/iMT45EFvo-Q/s72-c/witchfest%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8858705798478792252</id><published>2011-10-31T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:13:11.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7o91TAEnOBA/Tq37mhOzfXI/AAAAAAAADB4/A8WdUQ7V_YY/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7o91TAEnOBA/Tq37mhOzfXI/AAAAAAAADB4/A8WdUQ7V_YY/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464145103388018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I hate when I can't get the writing at the top of the blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiana's preschool class had a field trip to the pumpkin patch, so Ang invited Elsie and I along for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Elsie's favorite areas was the petting farm where you got to go in with the animals and pet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adtIc_xfIoY/Tq37mbPYJeI/AAAAAAAADBs/eTN6ncYEn5c/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adtIc_xfIoY/Tq37mbPYJeI/AAAAAAAADBs/eTN6ncYEn5c/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464143495177698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gihMwsLK5c/Tq37m6dKBOI/AAAAAAAADCA/_mDggy-Ojp4/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gihMwsLK5c/Tq37m6dKBOI/AAAAAAAADCA/_mDggy-Ojp4/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464151874471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7doY252en0/Tq37GPTO4QI/AAAAAAAADBU/hYIpz7BdNH0/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252816%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7doY252en0/Tq37GPTO4QI/AAAAAAAADBU/hYIpz7BdNH0/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252816%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669463590534308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they scary???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NigtuuB6KfA/Tq37Fm5hMzI/AAAAAAAADBI/UC4u535tIdo/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252817%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NigtuuB6KfA/Tq37Fm5hMzI/AAAAAAAADBI/UC4u535tIdo/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252817%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669463579689038642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u8Ma-u_B8Y/Tq37FbjpbzI/AAAAAAAADA8/e3EXcxaPLwM/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252821%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u8Ma-u_B8Y/Tq37FbjpbzI/AAAAAAAADA8/e3EXcxaPLwM/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252821%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669463576644513586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTy9KoE9h1M/Tq37FDoMRvI/AAAAAAAADAw/lz7GEPl8Lq4/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252822%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTy9KoE9h1M/Tq37FDoMRvI/AAAAAAAADAw/lz7GEPl8Lq4/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252822%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669463570221123314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfNK5TvkFoM/Tq37GebcgEI/AAAAAAAADBg/60a-cvSnL5s/s1600/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252814%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfNK5TvkFoM/Tq37GebcgEI/AAAAAAAADBg/60a-cvSnL5s/s320/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%252814%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669463594595287106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8858705798478792252?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8858705798478792252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8858705798478792252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8858705798478792252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8858705798478792252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-2.html' title='Pumpkin Patch #2'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7o91TAEnOBA/Tq37mhOzfXI/AAAAAAAADB4/A8WdUQ7V_YY/s72-c/pumpkin%2Bpatch%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4527865760478362866</id><published>2011-10-31T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:09:12.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities</title><content type='html'>We have enjoyed getting into the Fall/Halloween spirit this year.  Jeff and Nicole decorate their yard with gravestones, skeletons, ghosts, etc, and Elsie loves to talk about how we live in a haunted house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the first pumpkin patch of the year with some good friends.  Elsie enjoyed the corn pit most of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AezyXEwfOeU/Tq4IThPrgnI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-i9FeM-vIeE/s1600/2011-10-22%2B18.28.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AezyXEwfOeU/Tq4IThPrgnI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-i9FeM-vIeE/s320/2011-10-22%2B18.28.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669478112340705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4sSSlW0t_k/Tq4ITCEwzqI/AAAAAAAADDA/4fZjHKqO0Ls/s1600/2011-10-22%2B18.28.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4sSSlW0t_k/Tq4ITCEwzqI/AAAAAAAADDA/4fZjHKqO0Ls/s320/2011-10-22%2B18.28.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669478103973416610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_KM9wNpuhE/Tq4IUiPwUKI/AAAAAAAADDY/pbHWjoONz2E/s1600/2011-10-22%2B18.26.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_KM9wNpuhE/Tq4IUiPwUKI/AAAAAAAADDY/pbHWjoONz2E/s320/2011-10-22%2B18.26.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669478129789325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more fall festivities to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4527865760478362866?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4527865760478362866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4527865760478362866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4527865760478362866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4527865760478362866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AezyXEwfOeU/Tq4IThPrgnI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-i9FeM-vIeE/s72-c/2011-10-22%2B18.28.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7295081511886292177</id><published>2011-10-30T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:00:41.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've blogged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do more very soon.  It's an overwhelming task at this point.  Why do I do this to myself?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7295081511886292177?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7295081511886292177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7295081511886292177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7295081511886292177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7295081511886292177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3669762194141019832</id><published>2011-10-30T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:00:18.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls!</title><content type='html'>Note to self:  Plan an Earl Girl Reunion every year on your birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reunion happened to fall on my birthday this year, and it was so amazing!  We had the best time.  There's so much to say, but everyone has said it so well already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say I love them all, I admire them all, I enjoyed them all, and I love that they are my bestest friends and cousins!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzdYL2HM2eA/Tq4AXHb0fpI/AAAAAAAADC0/Msq-l1skiMw/s1600/Earl%2BGirls%2BWeekend%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzdYL2HM2eA/Tq4AXHb0fpI/AAAAAAAADC0/Msq-l1skiMw/s320/Earl%2BGirls%2BWeekend%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669469378038759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out more pics and details &lt;a href="http://theangiebatesshow.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-freakin-weekend-baby-im-about-to.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nielsenlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/earl-girl-family-reunion.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3669762194141019832?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3669762194141019832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3669762194141019832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3669762194141019832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3669762194141019832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-girls.html' title='My Girls!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzdYL2HM2eA/Tq4AXHb0fpI/AAAAAAAADC0/Msq-l1skiMw/s72-c/Earl%2BGirls%2BWeekend%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5789010953576379799</id><published>2011-10-30T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:48:53.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Marathon</title><content type='html'>Aaron got in to the St. George Marathon this year.  So we headed down with Jeff and Nicole's group.  We got to stay with them in their condo and enjoyed the warm weather, lots of good food/treats, games, swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race went pretty well for Aaron.  He had spent time preparing this summer, but hadn't been able to run as much since the move.  He wasn't feeling as prepared as he would've liked, but he was ready and excited to run.  He ended up running the race in 4 hr. 7 min.  Of course, he still thinks it sucks, but we were so proud of him and excited for how awesome he did.  We set up to see him (and Jeff, their nephew, and his wife) at about mile 23.  They were pretty dead by then, but Aaron still stopped to say hi and pose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCB6-t9Qmxk/Tq38TSBAnDI/AAAAAAAADCo/oiZWBhr8-wg/s1600/marathon%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCB6-t9Qmxk/Tq38TSBAnDI/AAAAAAAADCo/oiZWBhr8-wg/s320/marathon%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464914113109042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA_h9PGtg2U/Tq38Sztlg7I/AAAAAAAADCc/EbsHGbuJPVs/s1600/marathon%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA_h9PGtg2U/Tq38Sztlg7I/AAAAAAAADCc/EbsHGbuJPVs/s320/marathon%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464905978577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had thought at one point in time that it would be fun to do a marathon.  I have officially decided that I never want to.  It took Aaron most of the day to get to feeling back to normal.  But, he's crazy and wants to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us ladies did a little Mayor's Walk the morning of the race.  It was such a beautiful morning for a nice walk, and we got scones at the end.  That's my kind of "race!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI7alU4H8Zc/Tq38Sc6iTMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/ny39N7Ink6Q/s1600/fall2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI7alU4H8Zc/Tq38Sc6iTMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/ny39N7Ink6Q/s320/fall2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464899858877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5789010953576379799?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5789010953576379799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5789010953576379799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5789010953576379799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5789010953576379799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/st-george-marathon.html' title='St. George Marathon'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCB6-t9Qmxk/Tq38TSBAnDI/AAAAAAAADCo/oiZWBhr8-wg/s72-c/marathon%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5845608904927314185</id><published>2011-08-29T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:22:08.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>We've moved! It's been a long week...a lot of packing, cleaning, driving, unpacking, organizing, errand running, visiting...exhausting. But we are doing well!! Plus we've got our trip to CA coming up next week that we are so excited about. It will the be the perfect ending to the summer, and then we can really face reality when we get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5845608904927314185?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5845608904927314185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5845608904927314185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5845608904927314185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5845608904927314185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1215051070534928173</id><published>2011-08-11T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:50:00.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim lessons</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I was trying to decide if I should sign Elsie up for swim lessons.  We had been taking her swimming a bunch, but she refused to put her head underwater.  I was also nervous about the fact that she might not be tall enough for lessons.  I debated (way more than I needed to!!!) but finally decided to sign her up for the preschool class at the Caldwell Pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a few weeks between the registration date and the start of lessons.  I was amazed at how much she improved during that time.  By the time we started lessons, she was a pro.  She probably didn't even need them since everything was so basic, but she still had a blast.  Her favorite part of lessons was when they got to go down the slide and jump off the diving board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnJvK6NtCUc/TkKpy1_DkHI/AAAAAAAADAg/iHrTQOPY1io/s1600/swim%2Blessons%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnJvK6NtCUc/TkKpy1_DkHI/AAAAAAAADAg/iHrTQOPY1io/s320/swim%2Blessons%2B%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639256374371389554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her face when she comes up out of the water.  So intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S54MfGtMDvw/TkKpyjj4r4I/AAAAAAAADAY/0UF5NTQJuMU/s1600/swim%2Blessons%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S54MfGtMDvw/TkKpyjj4r4I/AAAAAAAADAY/0UF5NTQJuMU/s320/swim%2Blessons%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639256369425592194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_32crlHyOk/TkKpzD75PSI/AAAAAAAADAo/Su_5QkIyeYQ/s1600/swim%2Blessons%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_32crlHyOk/TkKpzD75PSI/AAAAAAAADAo/Su_5QkIyeYQ/s320/swim%2Blessons%2B%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639256378116226338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYjHlgrrUpA/TkKpYnVZdgI/AAAAAAAADAI/mqcqvgTCtgY/s1600/swim%2Blessons%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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(Yes, we are moving in a couple weeks.)  I had promised Elsie earlier in the summer that she could do a lemonade stand because she saw a little friend of hers having one at their yard sale.  Well, it was a big hit, and she had lots of customers.  She was loving collecting all her coins for Disneyland!  And she even wrote the sign all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALnFsTldmJA/TkKorvPa2FI/AAAAAAAAC_o/Le__ea4Xm-M/s1600/lemonade%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALnFsTldmJA/TkKorvPa2FI/AAAAAAAAC_o/Le__ea4Xm-M/s320/lemonade%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639255152790263890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MMK8C0fIEI/TkKos-Lxb_I/AAAAAAAAC_w/MDmyuaESHX4/s1600/lemonade%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MMK8C0fIEI/TkKos-Lxb_I/AAAAAAAAC_w/MDmyuaESHX4/s320/lemonade%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639255173981368306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at the Nike Factory Store and found these tennis shoes for Elsie.  She needed some new fall shoes and some for our trip, and we couldn't pass these up.  I think I'm in love with them even more than she is.  I want them in my size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwylW5ArolU/TkKoQeJVqyI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/TdU8MaD1p2U/s1600/new%2Bshoes%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwylW5ArolU/TkKoQeJVqyI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/TdU8MaD1p2U/s320/new%2Bshoes%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639254684344888098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxltCa8SPBo/TkKoQC9af4I/AAAAAAAAC_I/NiUFUk46uoU/s1600/new%2Bshoes%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxltCa8SPBo/TkKoQC9af4I/AAAAAAAAC_I/NiUFUk46uoU/s320/new%2Bshoes%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639254677047115650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xhzxGN-vmc/TkKoQnbCPTI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/R_bt4hP4z20/s1600/new%2Bshoes%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xhzxGN-vmc/TkKoQnbCPTI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/R_bt4hP4z20/s320/new%2Bshoes%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639254686835031346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Kp0k2xQYw/TkKoQ8MxL3I/AAAAAAAAC_g/kMtd5fyeq1o/s1600/new%2Bshoes%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Kp0k2xQYw/TkKoQ8MxL3I/AAAAAAAAC_g/kMtd5fyeq1o/s320/new%2Bshoes%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639254692412338034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie this month:  Loves playing Candyland...she's obsessed.  Thinks we need to go swimming every day.  Is counting down the days until Grandpa comes to pick her up.  Loves to talk, read, watch shows.  Couple funny things she always says: "Why did you didn't...?" and while playing games "That little bit helps."  (I know only Aaron and I will care about that stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim this month:  Stressed about getting stuff ready to move.  Having back/leg problems.  Getting a decent tan!  Enjoying eating cereal again (I'll have to put a stop to that soon).  Counting down the days until our trip to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron this month:  Training for triathlons and marathon.  Taking care of the yard which included planting a new tree and figuring out what to do with the extra landscape rock.  Getting really sick of work but only 1 1/2 more weeks.  Hanging out with us and taking care of the crazy, sensitive girls that we are!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are finally making the move to Utah that we have talked about for so long.  We are excited!  We are renting out our house in Nampa and moving in with Aaron's brother and family.  They were kind enough to let us and Charlie move in, so we are so grateful for that.  Aaron is going out on his own and is hoping to do some criminal defense, bankruptcy, P.I., etc.  He's really looking forward to being on his own, choosing what cases he wants to take, setting up his own schedule, and not having to deal with carnies!  Plus he's playing on his friends' flag football team, which he's been missing out on for ten years.  Elsie is signed up for preschool down there already.  We are looking forward to being closer to family and friends, but we will miss it here a ton.  It's bittersweet, but we are ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-651607792572901031?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/651607792572901031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=651607792572901031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/651607792572901031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/651607792572901031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-about-augustso-far.html' title='A little about August...so far'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALnFsTldmJA/TkKorvPa2FI/AAAAAAAAC_o/Le__ea4Xm-M/s72-c/lemonade%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7253198279589511157</id><published>2011-08-09T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:17:20.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July Update</title><content type='html'>Here's the update for July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent a lot, and I mean A LOT, of time at the pool this summer.  It is so cheap and so fun, and Elsie just can't get enough of it.  Her poor feet at the beginning of the summer were so sore and torn up from playing so much.  It was quite the challenge to get her to put her face under the water.  Aaron even bought her some goggles, but it still didn't really seem to help.  But after spending some time with older friends, Elsie has become quite the swimmer.  She loves to go underwater and swim around.  She loves to jump off the side of the pool and will do it over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5ybRzUrDKU/TkGQZfrZE9I/AAAAAAAAC-4/b6Sdu2SazZY/s1600/lakeview%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5ybRzUrDKU/TkGQZfrZE9I/AAAAAAAAC-4/b6Sdu2SazZY/s320/lakeview%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638946976119198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever she comes up from the water, it is always such a production.  She has to get her hair off her face, get all the water off her face, take a bunch of deep breaths, and then always a proud smile.  Then she's back at it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m35h4VA52as/TkGQZOiKsQI/AAAAAAAAC-w/HgWKOKuiQLs/s1600/lakeview%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m35h4VA52as/TkGQZOiKsQI/AAAAAAAAC-w/HgWKOKuiQLs/s320/lakeview%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638946971517104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gb6ZK9tWjPc/TkGQZqn6ETI/AAAAAAAAC_A/flSoWlEl6H0/s1600/lakeview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gb6ZK9tWjPc/TkGQZqn6ETI/AAAAAAAAC_A/flSoWlEl6H0/s320/lakeview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638946979057373490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLGKEiNmeE/TkGO1Rrh8FI/AAAAAAAAC-g/RLOs4aZ2qWI/s1600/lakeview%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLGKEiNmeE/TkGO1Rrh8FI/AAAAAAAAC-g/RLOs4aZ2qWI/s320/lakeview%2B%252810%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945254374764626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LpAFV-qc8Y/TkGO04eW1OI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/D6ZWgV9AfFs/s1600/lakeview%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LpAFV-qc8Y/TkGO04eW1OI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/D6ZWgV9AfFs/s320/lakeview%2B%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945247608624354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5DcErAZcg4/TkGO0nRZkMI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/yZwVI0PHnAI/s1600/lakeview%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5DcErAZcg4/TkGO0nRZkMI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/yZwVI0PHnAI/s320/lakeview%2B%252813%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945242990874818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the tongue!  It's always hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edK1vF-C9fw/TkGO0QCnbiI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GYGI0BQTjwc/s1600/lakeview%2B%252815%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edK1vF-C9fw/TkGO0QCnbiI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GYGI0BQTjwc/s320/lakeview%2B%252815%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945236754853410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDGHs5F6fY/TkGO1qvu_nI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CZ4PmZ0nZgM/s1600/lakeview%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDGHs5F6fY/TkGO1qvu_nI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CZ4PmZ0nZgM/s320/lakeview%2B%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945261103283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDGHs5F6fY/TkGO1qvu_nI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CZ4PmZ0nZgM/s1600/lakeview%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDGHs5F6fY/TkGO1qvu_nI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CZ4PmZ0nZgM/s320/lakeview%2B%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945261103283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZOO:&lt;br /&gt;We spend a day at the zoo with Pam, Ellie, Hailey, and Sam.  It's always a good time at the zoo, but this day was especially nice weather and the kids were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins were super active that day.  We sat there for a quite a while watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISLDYRK2iBU/TkGOAf391iI/AAAAAAAAC94/Hk7-IJ1u8Vw/s1600/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISLDYRK2iBU/TkGOAf391iI/AAAAAAAAC94/Hk7-IJ1u8Vw/s320/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638944347651954210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie's favorite part was getting to touch the snake.  She wanted Daddy to be there so badly just to freak him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Iut-eidaHQ/TkGN_wH3HfI/AAAAAAAAC9w/VsfOTxmARYk/s1600/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Iut-eidaHQ/TkGN_wH3HfI/AAAAAAAAC9w/VsfOTxmARYk/s320/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638944334833720818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to feed the sheep and goats at the farm.  She has no fear!!  It kind of grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlySFgZJeeE/TkGN_hF3VdI/AAAAAAAAC9o/nGmaVNkPHBk/s1600/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlySFgZJeeE/TkGN_hF3VdI/AAAAAAAAC9o/nGmaVNkPHBk/s320/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638944330798814674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the trip off with lunch with Daddy at BlueSky Bagel.  Oh, we will miss that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcO-HI9Y6s/TkGN_cU--kI/AAAAAAAAC9g/YdcER16-iwI/s1600/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcO-HI9Y6s/TkGN_cU--kI/AAAAAAAAC9g/YdcER16-iwI/s320/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638944329520052802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GNtGhx7HSY/TkGOAkLhRCI/AAAAAAAAC-A/49DFwRFXoKc/s1600/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GNtGhx7HSY/TkGOAkLhRCI/AAAAAAAAC-A/49DFwRFXoKc/s320/zoo%2Btrip%2BJuly%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638944348807709730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;Elsie has made such great friends here in Nampa.  We love spending time with them and doing fun things.  I'm glad she's got kids to hang out with and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Elsie's pre-engagement picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxqvOhmXZT0/TkGNPWNp5cI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/9vjsEMyrNcI/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxqvOhmXZT0/TkGNPWNp5cI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/9vjsEMyrNcI/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943503244977602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie, Hailey, and Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5b-t7NJUSo/TkGNPPfHPAI/AAAAAAAAC9I/h1pU-7VyGFM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5b-t7NJUSo/TkGNPPfHPAI/AAAAAAAAC9I/h1pU-7VyGFM/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943501439155202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie, Avery, Ellie, Hailey, and Lily at the Jumpin' Jungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDC451NIubI/TkGNPLedRZI/AAAAAAAAC9A/451J7cBlvgI/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDC451NIubI/TkGNPLedRZI/AAAAAAAAC9A/451J7cBlvgI/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943500362663314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OTHER RANDOMS:&lt;br /&gt;We spent an afternoon playing with playdoh and had such a great time.  Elsie is always so fun to play with and always lets me know how much she loves me and how much fun she is having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQDFkw5gFI0/TkGNO5_Z6XI/AAAAAAAAC84/x1YCXrs_6Vc/s1600/playdoh%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQDFkw5gFI0/TkGNO5_Z6XI/AAAAAAAAC84/x1YCXrs_6Vc/s320/playdoh%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943495669016946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np0sct9N_5E/TkGNPQU58KI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/hf3TBtjDcLA/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np0sct9N_5E/TkGNPQU58KI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/hf3TBtjDcLA/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943501664776354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I really hate when blogger puts the pictures up out of order when I took the time to download them correctly!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple other side notes.  We bought tickets to see Mary Poppins in Salt Lake in September, so we checked out the movie for Elsie to become more familiar with it.  Oh my gosh!  She loves it!  We've been a little obsessed with the songs lately.  Our ipod now rotates heavily between Mary Poppins, Alvin and the Chipmunks, and Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to speak at Girl's Camp this year.  I was assigned the topic of enduring all things and was asked to talk about some of the trials our family has endured.  I was dreading it...I'm not gonna lie.  I was nervous, anxious, felt unqualified, you name it.  But I put a lot of time and thought into it, and realized I needed to do it.  It was an amazing experience.  I had to present it to five different groups and each time I spoke I felt so much better.  I'm really not one to get spiritual, especially on the blog, but I did want to make a note about that day and remember how I felt.  I think it's Cali that I first heard say, "I can do hard things."  That was my motto and still is my motto.  It's all worth it, and we can make it through whatever we are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7253198279589511157?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7253198279589511157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7253198279589511157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7253198279589511157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7253198279589511157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/july-update.html' title='July Update'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5ybRzUrDKU/TkGQZfrZE9I/AAAAAAAAC-4/b6Sdu2SazZY/s72-c/lakeview%2B%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4316040976356330628</id><published>2011-08-09T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:16:42.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>This was a rare year when we were actually home for the 4th of July.  We spent the afternoon at the pool and did a few fireworks that night.  We didn't want to spend very much, so we mostly got little things Elsie could do.  We knew there would be so many other fireworks to watch in the neighborhood, so we weren't too concerned.  Plus, we all know Aaron isn't a big fan of fireworks anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGnypwqlYoU/Tj8MgOVcwcI/AAAAAAAAC8w/M8joSA14O5Q/s1600/july%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGnypwqlYoU/Tj8MgOVcwcI/AAAAAAAAC8w/M8joSA14O5Q/s320/july%2B2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239006234558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJmTaxVYEtU/Tj8MXtDaK3I/AAAAAAAAC8g/JVHwzN9h1Z4/s1600/july%2B2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJmTaxVYEtU/Tj8MXtDaK3I/AAAAAAAAC8g/JVHwzN9h1Z4/s320/july%2B2011%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238859861568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JrP_RI6PAc/Tj8MXeksTyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/QmqfAJdpg4g/s1600/july%2B2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JrP_RI6PAc/Tj8MXeksTyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/QmqfAJdpg4g/s320/july%2B2011%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238855974637346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf44Ujku7j8/Tj8MXOul0nI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/dz_F36Avlyk/s1600/july%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf44Ujku7j8/Tj8MXOul0nI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/dz_F36Avlyk/s320/july%2B2011%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238851721187954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYNx5US4j98/Tj8MWy52q0I/AAAAAAAAC8I/zYbS-pIhLOw/s1600/july%2B2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYNx5US4j98/Tj8MWy52q0I/AAAAAAAAC8I/zYbS-pIhLOw/s320/july%2B2011%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238844252236610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVX_NMiyb6w/Tj8MXjEChoI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Y3QJiPSow-Q/s1600/july%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVX_NMiyb6w/Tj8MXjEChoI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Y3QJiPSow-Q/s320/july%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238857179858562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4316040976356330628?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4316040976356330628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4316040976356330628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4316040976356330628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4316040976356330628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGnypwqlYoU/Tj8MgOVcwcI/AAAAAAAAC8w/M8joSA14O5Q/s72-c/july%2B2011%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6051840049510026822</id><published>2011-07-30T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:27:46.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasco</title><content type='html'>I had planned a little trip up to Pasco to visit Jared and family.  It was just going to be Elsie and I because Aaron was staying here to work.  But, at the last minute, Angie and Q decided to join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up to WA on Tuesday after lunch.  (Side story:  While Ang and I were making lunch, the girls were having a good time playing.  We called for them to come eat, and no response.  I finally went upstairs to look for them.  No response.  I look in closets, we keep calling out for them, but nothing.  So we are both getting concerned.  We go outside and look for them and still no luck.  By this time, we are both in a panic.  I'm thinking "Oh my gosh, Elsie opened the door to go play outside.  They went out and someone took them."  It was so crazy because my house is not large and the kitchen is right there.  Where could they have gone?!  Finally, I realize I never checked the garage, so I open it from outside.  I don't see them when the door comes up, but suddenly I hear talking coming from the car.  I open the car door, and they were both sitting in there with their travel backpacks because they were so excited to go.  I was so relieved!!  And then I was mad!!  And then I realized how funny it was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time up in Pasco.  We got to hang out with everyone, let the kids play, watch some TV, listen to Jared's mellow music while we played games, ate great food (most of which was prepared by Lindsay), went out to eat minus children, went to a yummy bakery and got humungous doughnuts, went to see Cars 2, went to the park and the kids got to swim, played in the backyard, visited Jared at work, and got to see Mitch while he was in town for a wedding.  (I know there's even more, but that's a pretty good summary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture of the three little girls after they finished swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKYXcdrR2io/TjAOuDCLfEI/AAAAAAAAC7g/t_4ZuCkZNZE/s1600/photo%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634019318091709506" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKYXcdrR2io/TjAOuDCLfEI/AAAAAAAAC7g/t_4ZuCkZNZE/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmkkHh2-HHA/TjAOt-LV_qI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/CpXfvSL7590/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634019316787969698" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmkkHh2-HHA/TjAOt-LV_qI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/CpXfvSL7590/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie does all sorts of cool stuff with the pictures she takes on the iphone.  She took most of these while the kids were outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADu_5ZnWljs/TjAOtl2OuMI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/3Zr7ojDpBBo/s1600/photo%2B6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634019310256961730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADu_5ZnWljs/TjAOtl2OuMI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/3Zr7ojDpBBo/s320/photo%2B6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAoTZ7mqmTs/TjAOuVLuFWI/AAAAAAAAC7o/m3eNyapkpDI/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634019322963563874" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAoTZ7mqmTs/TjAOuVLuFWI/AAAAAAAAC7o/m3eNyapkpDI/s320/photo%2B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNe_R91P0Vs/TjAOauxK6yI/AAAAAAAAC7A/1jh1v5ZXc8Y/s1600/photo%2B8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634018986234145570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNe_R91P0Vs/TjAOauxK6yI/AAAAAAAAC7A/1jh1v5ZXc8Y/s320/photo%2B8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNM97nxgmZA/TjAOabLVDhI/AAAAAAAAC64/c6oRmTApIgc/s1600/photo%2B9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634018980975152658" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNM97nxgmZA/TjAOabLVDhI/AAAAAAAAC64/c6oRmTApIgc/s320/photo%2B9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634018987552524914" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsWELXHEI4Y/TjAOazrfynI/AAAAAAAAC7I/mcdIriALwrQ/s320/photo%2B7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, all the girls are doing guns, too.  Oh, Jared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OLlACXHxkc/TjAOaS-lOOI/AAAAAAAAC6w/Nz9Pe_A2CWo/s1600/photo%2B13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634018978774202594" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OLlACXHxkc/TjAOaS-lOOI/AAAAAAAAC6w/Nz9Pe_A2CWo/s320/photo%2B13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the whole group.  I'm so sad Aaron wasn't there, but we'll make up for it when we all go to Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HoULZQRSKI/TjAOaR6YqOI/AAAAAAAAC6o/pVK7VP5gzP0/s1600/group%2Bshot%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634018978488166626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HoULZQRSKI/TjAOaR6YqOI/AAAAAAAAC6o/pVK7VP5gzP0/s320/group%2Bshot%2B002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for the great week, Jared, Lindsay, and kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6051840049510026822?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6051840049510026822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6051840049510026822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6051840049510026822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6051840049510026822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/pasco.html' title='Pasco'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKYXcdrR2io/TjAOuDCLfEI/AAAAAAAAC7g/t_4ZuCkZNZE/s72-c/photo%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3497467213757208717</id><published>2011-07-30T13:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:39:55.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Friends</title><content type='html'>We came home from our trip to WA and got ready for my high school friend, Colleen, and family to arrive at our house for the night.  They were making their annual road trip from Colorado to Washington for a visit with friends and family.  We were excited that they were able to stay the night with us and visit.  They are such a great family.  Adam and Colleen are so fun, and their 5 boys are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they got to our house, we let the kids out in the backyard to play in the water and do whatever else boys like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjv5QhqF6SM/TjAP2qw2OyI/AAAAAAAAC8A/bRZ3eOX_B9k/s1600/conlins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjv5QhqF6SM/TjAP2qw2OyI/AAAAAAAAC8A/bRZ3eOX_B9k/s320/conlins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634020565707012898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie was a little tired by the time evening rolled around.  This is her while they were all watching a movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjiUwsOw7yk/TjAP2abOf7I/AAAAAAAAC7w/1lLhFa6TnW0/s1600/july%2B2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjiUwsOw7yk/TjAP2abOf7I/AAAAAAAAC7w/1lLhFa6TnW0/s320/july%2B2011%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634020561321361330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've taken a picture with all of us, but I didn't.  So this is the best one I got of Colleen and family.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Eml3hfqgE/TjAP2bfe2PI/AAAAAAAAC74/orY_3NY4ntc/s1600/conlins2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Eml3hfqgE/TjAP2bfe2PI/AAAAAAAAC74/orY_3NY4ntc/s320/conlins2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634020561607645426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really enjoy when they stay with us.  I have always loved Colleen and still feel so happy and comfortable around her.  I have always admired her, and am truly amazed at the mother she is to all those boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3497467213757208717?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3497467213757208717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3497467213757208717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3497467213757208717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3497467213757208717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/conlin.html' title='A Visit from Friends'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjv5QhqF6SM/TjAP2qw2OyI/AAAAAAAAC8A/bRZ3eOX_B9k/s72-c/conlins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1631029862191835599</id><published>2011-07-28T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:13:26.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa came to visit</title><content type='html'>We were not planning any trips down to Utah for the summer since our big plan was to move down by the end of August.  (It is still the plan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's parents planned a trip up to visit us.  It was really nice to see them, and we are so grateful that they like to be with us, especially Elsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to do all sorts of fun things.  Gary and Aaron went golfing, we played outside, watched the Caldwell Air Show from our driveway, ate lots of yummy food (like Chung Hing...we definitely had to go there one more time!), played games, and went to the Farmer's Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the market, we let Elsie get her face painted.  She chose to do a little butterfly, and she thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zi-1morLDg/TjAHQZ_WhSI/AAAAAAAAC6g/9KeyF2hKcCk/s1600/face%2Bpaint%2Bmarket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634011112276395298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zi-1morLDg/TjAHQZ_WhSI/AAAAAAAAC6g/9KeyF2hKcCk/s320/face%2Bpaint%2Bmarket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had the idea to do more at home with my paint.  Grandma really went with it and did an awesome job.  Elsie was in heaven!!  I think we need to send Sylvia down to the farmer's market to earn some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jK3vI8e6I/TjAG_mUbaGI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/5XssDHxr0wQ/s1600/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010823528245346" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0jK3vI8e6I/TjAG_mUbaGI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/5XssDHxr0wQ/s320/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHYLyPS7DYA/TjAG_TX89NI/AAAAAAAAC6I/OxfYPn5E6qw/s1600/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010818442753234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHYLyPS7DYA/TjAG_TX89NI/AAAAAAAAC6I/OxfYPn5E6qw/s320/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie also painted Grandma's hand.  I see potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHQhZqPQ1wk/TjAG_DbYXHI/AAAAAAAAC6A/R7WcXP7kkHI/s1600/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%252811%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010814162164850" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHQhZqPQ1wk/TjAG_DbYXHI/AAAAAAAAC6A/R7WcXP7kkHI/s320/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%252811%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JH8wsd3o0Ag/TjAG-xMfr7I/AAAAAAAAC54/3ETj7TWF-RI/s1600/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010809267892146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JH8wsd3o0Ag/TjAG-xMfr7I/AAAAAAAAC54/3ETj7TWF-RI/s320/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%252813%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MtKoZ0nvJTo/TjAG_xWDsmI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/0BdWjSUWQdM/s1600/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010826487870050" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MtKoZ0nvJTo/TjAG_xWDsmI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/0BdWjSUWQdM/s320/grandma%2Bface%2Bpaint%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also brought up these cool water squirters for Elsie, and we had some water fight fun with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NokJ1mI5l84/TjAGUg-JE3I/AAAAAAAAC5o/LIsjmuUKQb4/s1600/water%2Bfight%2B%252822%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010083358217074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NokJ1mI5l84/TjAGUg-JE3I/AAAAAAAAC5o/LIsjmuUKQb4/s320/water%2Bfight%2B%252822%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It kind of started between Elsie, Grandpa, and I.  Then Aaron was spraying some stuff on our tree, so we all decided to attack him while he was occupied.  He was loving that...not really!  It was great.  Well, he went inside, but we were all a little nervous about what he would do to get us back.  I finally went inside and ended up teaming up with him.  Our plan was for him to come around the side of the house while I went back and "casually" turned the hose on.  When it was ready, I was supposed to yell "Ca-caw, Ca-caw" and Aaron would grab it and spray.  The plan worked beautifully, except he knew the whole time he was going to spray me first.  I didn't even have enough time to run anywhere.  I looked ridiculous!  Then he moved on to spraying everyone else.  Oh, good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNueyttfjo/TjAGUZdHetI/AAAAAAAAC5g/V23Inx1vPas/s1600/water%2Bfight%2B%252843%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010081340652242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNueyttfjo/TjAGUZdHetI/AAAAAAAAC5g/V23Inx1vPas/s320/water%2Bfight%2B%252843%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFT8rqOGgTA/TjAGT9rlTSI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/7ykzEN_Ah7k/s1600/water%2Bfight%2B%252853%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010073885134114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFT8rqOGgTA/TjAGT9rlTSI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/7ykzEN_Ah7k/s320/water%2Bfight%2B%252853%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sylvia is not going to love this picture, but it's the only one I have with Gary in it.  Thanks for coming to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KA9sCEz6x1Q/TjAGTkii31I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/GuSgR4TnFL4/s1600/water%2Bfight%2B%252850%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010067136339794" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KA9sCEz6x1Q/TjAGTkii31I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/GuSgR4TnFL4/s320/water%2Bfight%2B%252850%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nXl-3Ma334/TjAGU3vqOmI/AAAAAAAAC5w/WVs_u7HMcQw/s1600/water%2Bfight%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634010089471490658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nXl-3Ma334/TjAGU3vqOmI/AAAAAAAAC5w/WVs_u7HMcQw/s320/water%2Bfight%2B%252813%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1631029862191835599?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1631029862191835599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1631029862191835599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1631029862191835599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1631029862191835599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/grandma-and-grandpa-came-to-visit.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa came to visit'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zi-1morLDg/TjAHQZ_WhSI/AAAAAAAAC6g/9KeyF2hKcCk/s72-c/face%2Bpaint%2Bmarket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7922212553699770690</id><published>2011-07-27T06:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:27:51.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE UPDATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first half of the month is a bit of a blur to me.  Not sure why.  I know I was in a bit of a funk (I'm not the only one that has those times, right?!)  But once the weather started getting better and we had more things going on, life was much more enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and I (and Aaron when he could get off early) started going to our favorite swimming pool whenever we could.  I still haven't remembered to bring my camera.  Elsie was still pretty timid in the water, but she loves to jump off the wall in the shallow end and do the army crawl back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie has really started to get in to sounding out letters and putting those sounds together.  We signed up for the summer reading program at the library, so she is really excited about reading for 20 minutes each day.  I figured it would be us reading to her, but she is reading her BOB books all by herself.  It is so awesome to hear her read and figure out the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see lots of family later in the month.  Aaron's parents came up for a visit, and we had a great time.  Then, while Aaron stayed home to work, Elsie and I took a trip up to WA to visit Jared/Lindsay and family.  Angie and Q ended up joining us as well, so that was a nice bonus.  Plus it made for a much more entertaining car trip.  We had lots of fun...more pics to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures from the month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tease Aaron about this way he sleeps where it looks like he's chillin' and tanning in the sun.  When Elsie was taking a nap one day, she was doing Aaron's pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCQMult9dPE/Tily0xqiX0I/AAAAAAAAC5I/9I0ibc4lr7Y/s1600/chill%2Bsleepin%2527%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159060014030658" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCQMult9dPE/Tily0xqiX0I/AAAAAAAAC5I/9I0ibc4lr7Y/s320/chill%2Bsleepin%2527%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to go to the dr. one day to get checked for strep, and just brought Elsie along.  I love that I can do that without even stressing about it.  We brought her Leapster and headphones and all was good in the world.  She just sat on the chair with her cute, little legs crossed and played the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlUaK9hZzgg/Tily0XINvQI/AAAAAAAAC5A/Z_JaibPPktU/s1600/dr.%2Boffice%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159052890750210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlUaK9hZzgg/Tily0XINvQI/AAAAAAAAC5A/Z_JaibPPktU/s320/dr.%2Boffice%2B003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter how hard we have tried to get Elsie to play upstairs, she has determined that her playroom is the family room.  Oh, and the TV is hers as well.  I love to see how Elsie sets up her little play areas all over the place.  This spot is one of her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJTgMQ5JE0/Tilyz__G97I/AAAAAAAAC44/s3jELybGxEE/s1600/toy%2Bcollection%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159046678542258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJTgMQ5JE0/Tilyz__G97I/AAAAAAAAC44/s3jELybGxEE/s320/toy%2Bcollection%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always being a funny girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlNqs7s3Go0/Tilyzmw-A1I/AAAAAAAAC4w/PIe4kgcWKWo/s1600/toy%2Bcollection%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159039908348754" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlNqs7s3Go0/Tilyzmw-A1I/AAAAAAAAC4w/PIe4kgcWKWo/s320/toy%2Bcollection%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7922212553699770690?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7922212553699770690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7922212553699770690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7922212553699770690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7922212553699770690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/june.html' title='JUNE'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCQMult9dPE/Tily0xqiX0I/AAAAAAAAC5I/9I0ibc4lr7Y/s72-c/chill%2Bsleepin%2527%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3011237370967441626</id><published>2011-07-15T12:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:04:49.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 12 years since Aaron and I got married.  Crazy!  It's been quite an eventful ride, but I'm so glad I'm on it with him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Angie, was that cheesy enough?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3011237370967441626?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3011237370967441626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3011237370967441626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3011237370967441626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3011237370967441626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2685589677405631488</id><published>2011-06-11T22:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:51:28.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman - Boise 70.3</title><content type='html'>Aaron's big race day has come and gone with much success! Yesterday was the Half Ironman (swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles, run 13.1 miles) in Boise, and Aaron did an awesome job! He can't wait to do another half triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy for him and so proud to watch him and cheer him on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final time was 5 hours 51 minutes. He said his swim was horrible. He felt like he swallowed half of the lake. His first transition was slow, but he didn't want to rush it. He made up a lot of ground on the bike and felt really good about it. He took his time on the second transition as well and even took time to come over to talk to us. He was also happy with his run. He didn't feel like he pushed it too hard the whole race and is ready to another one next weekend. He's kind of bummed that he has only Olympic distance races left this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, the pictures...yes, there quite a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Elsie waiting for Daddy to come in off his bike. She brought her rose with her as a toy, and I'm sure glad she had it for something to play with. There was a lot of watching and waiting, but she was such a good girl. I love that I can take her with me and not stress about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGSISujEjJo/TfUrtJGsAlI/AAAAAAAAC4I/h52hXdePF4Q/s1600/ironman%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617444164752638546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGSISujEjJo/TfUrtJGsAlI/AAAAAAAAC4I/h52hXdePF4Q/s320/ironman%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron coming in off his bike. This was the first time we saw him since we don't go up to the lake. Right after this picture he gave us a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsSRkU5_-lw/TfUrsfRXOcI/AAAAAAAAC4A/DjvSGV7I9jo/s1600/ironman%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617444153523124674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsSRkU5_-lw/TfUrsfRXOcI/AAAAAAAAC4A/DjvSGV7I9jo/s320/ironman%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic Aaron "huh?" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0w9-o_Fzsg/TfUrsPGaT0I/AAAAAAAAC34/Caai8SRKw2U/s1600/ironman%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617444149182222146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0w9-o_Fzsg/TfUrsPGaT0I/AAAAAAAAC34/Caai8SRKw2U/s320/ironman%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's the smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drquz0g1gT4/TfUrrwz8fYI/AAAAAAAAC3w/-Bfq-y_joBI/s1600/ironman%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617444141051706754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drquz0g1gT4/TfUrrwz8fYI/AAAAAAAAC3w/-Bfq-y_joBI/s320/ironman%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't see many other racers that looked as happy as Aaron. That's what we love about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vh5LCc_Zp0/TfUrrsq7bYI/AAAAAAAAC3o/Q8gNL4SP3Ks/s1600/ironman%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617444139940146562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vh5LCc_Zp0/TfUrrsq7bYI/AAAAAAAAC3o/Q8gNL4SP3Ks/s320/ironman%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then he mentioned how his butt hurt. I guess 56 miles on a bike will do that to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-VO5JqB-p4/TfRH2L5wfpI/AAAAAAAAC3g/yEJCDR8LNEw/s1600/ironman%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617193631471402642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-VO5JqB-p4/TfRH2L5wfpI/AAAAAAAAC3g/yEJCDR8LNEw/s320/ironman%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron's famous pose! After he got his running shoes on, he came over and talked to us for a second. That was a real treat. We gave him a good luck hug and a kiss and send him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iii2cvompXw/TfRH1s9wqKI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/dZxQ_Z9Ynbo/s1600/ironman%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617193623166691490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iii2cvompXw/TfRH1s9wqKI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/dZxQ_Z9Ynbo/s320/ironman%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that the pose again! Here he is after his first loop (he had just run 6.5 miles) and was getting started on the final loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKGDLQDYKA/TfRH1WvzjMI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/muz61sKjTZA/s1600/ironman%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617193617202580674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKGDLQDYKA/TfRH1WvzjMI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/muz61sKjTZA/s320/ironman%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie and I waited with some frieds from our ward that were there watching a friend race that was staying with them. We were so glad to have some company. And they were so sweet to cheer on Aaron as he came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfn_W40PDJU/TfRFjCZLufI/AAAAAAAAC2g/kavjOyuJV2U/s1600/ironman%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617191103478086130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfn_W40PDJU/TfRFjCZLufI/AAAAAAAAC2g/kavjOyuJV2U/s320/ironman%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right before the finish line! HE DID IT! (After taking this picture I raced through the crowd to try to get him as he pass through the official finish line. I ended up getting the back of his head. Fail!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPV5siRRX6w/TfRFi6Qye0I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/QZI0QvhlSC4/s1600/ironman%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617191101295393602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPV5siRRX6w/TfRFi6Qye0I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/QZI0QvhlSC4/s320/ironman%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's done! (Notice all his s.w.a.g. - I hope Aaron appreciates my Michael Scott reference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENfB8TjhRsI/TfRFiXnG7xI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/jXOgEiP6Bew/s1600/ironman%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617191091993767698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENfB8TjhRsI/TfRFiXnG7xI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/jXOgEiP6Bew/s320/ironman%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was able to get a picture with Aaron in front of the official sign, but I'm sad Elsie wasn't with us. (I had left with our friends as I went running to the finish line.) Funny side note: As I was waiting for Aaron's turn to take the picture, I felt hands grab my shoulders and someone say my name. It freaked me out, but I turned around and saw Kyle Woodruff! He was up from Utah with a bunch of friends to compete in the race. We had a chance to sit down and visit with him while we ate some after-race snacks. It was fun to see him and catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7r1iX7nBaA/TfRFiBX4n1I/AAAAAAAAC2I/H6stuvdpxhE/s1600/ironman%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617191086024335186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7r1iX7nBaA/TfRFiBX4n1I/AAAAAAAAC2I/H6stuvdpxhE/s320/ironman%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally were able to get a picture of all three of us as we were packing up the car to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gw1Oap8Lj-U/TfRFhugp2aI/AAAAAAAAC2A/H8QLhf5zjjE/s1600/ironman%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617191080960842146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gw1Oap8Lj-U/TfRFhugp2aI/AAAAAAAAC2A/H8QLhf5zjjE/s320/ironman%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good Job, Aaron! We are so proud of you. It is such an accomplishment, and we loved being there to support you. You're fun to watch and nice to look at! Now all you need to do is figure out a way to do it for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2685589677405631488?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2685589677405631488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2685589677405631488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2685589677405631488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2685589677405631488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/ironman-boise-703.html' title='Ironman - Boise 70.3'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGSISujEjJo/TfUrtJGsAlI/AAAAAAAAC4I/h52hXdePF4Q/s72-c/ironman%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2922201955810490901</id><published>2011-06-03T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:16:36.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the countdown begin</title><content type='html'>Three more months!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO-DC8Z8jIc/Tef2T3hK8YI/AAAAAAAAC1U/UMruBXYoxj4/s1600/california2009%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613726281721639298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO-DC8Z8jIc/Tef2T3hK8YI/AAAAAAAAC1U/UMruBXYoxj4/s320/california2009%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron and I were looking through our pictures from our last California trip the other day. I think it's almost as fun for us to talk about it as it is to go. We are so excited!! We just need to win the lottery, so we can move there. We'd get our annual passes to Disneyland, Aaron could train for triathlons year-round, we would have the best tans ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland + Beach + Family = Perfect Vacay (as Aaron would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the hot guy in the ocean? I don't think there's any other place Aaron would rather be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613725924373284018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EliVEgtkdlg/Tef1_ESrxLI/AAAAAAAAC1M/xkc7XRQIKIY/s320/california%2B2009%2B020.JPG" /&gt;It's in his blood. Aaron's family vacatioed in CA several times as he was growing up, but they went for the beach (and to visit family). I went to Disneyland several times while growing up and did the beach maybe once or twice. We were all about Disneyland. We definetely had different priorities, but we've found the perfect way to merge them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only do I go get to go with Aaron and Elsie, but my whole family is coming as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2922201955810490901?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2922201955810490901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2922201955810490901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2922201955810490901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2922201955810490901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-countdown-begin.html' title='Let the countdown begin'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO-DC8Z8jIc/Tef2T3hK8YI/AAAAAAAAC1U/UMruBXYoxj4/s72-c/california2009%2B124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2298726416901831895</id><published>2011-06-02T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:00:05.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>I love to see pictures of my mom. We made a nice collection of our favorites for her funeral, and I look through them from time to time. Some make me chuckle and some make me miss her even more, and they all make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T44BmmT08Ss/TeflbUkkYmI/AAAAAAAAC08/5ByWnPlIjMc/s1600/mom%2B%252818%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613707718081929826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T44BmmT08Ss/TeflbUkkYmI/AAAAAAAAC08/5ByWnPlIjMc/s320/mom%2B%252818%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom "playing" volleyball at the 2007 family reunion. I laugh every time I see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk41Ieq66TM/TeflbOHoEFI/AAAAAAAAC00/kwryELvt5gk/s1600/mom%2B%252840%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613707716349923410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk41Ieq66TM/TeflbOHoEFI/AAAAAAAAC00/kwryELvt5gk/s320/mom%2B%252840%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom with us at Aaron's law school graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMEqlYbaiTg/Tefla8gLabI/AAAAAAAAC0s/p1YzAsiEtWo/s1600/mom%2B%252825%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613707711621065138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMEqlYbaiTg/Tefla8gLabI/AAAAAAAAC0s/p1YzAsiEtWo/s320/mom%2B%252825%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and her brothers. I love that they are all smiling and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-OKtaFIhvI/TecEK-LzcgI/AAAAAAAACz8/jKq-iKRPlOI/s1600/mom%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613460047078322690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-OKtaFIhvI/TecEK-LzcgI/AAAAAAAACz8/jKq-iKRPlOI/s320/mom%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our trip to New England. I'm so grateful we took this trip when we did. What a great memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPbQW5UWcFQ/TecEKu__JWI/AAAAAAAACz0/VtzBuITUIPc/s1600/mom%2B%252843%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613460043002226018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPbQW5UWcFQ/TecEKu__JWI/AAAAAAAACz0/VtzBuITUIPc/s320/mom%2B%252843%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Elsie with her grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-peurXXCbvrE/TecEKceYDGI/AAAAAAAACzs/S9YgRrw4rfY/s1600/mom%2B%252841%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613460038029413474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-peurXXCbvrE/TecEKceYDGI/AAAAAAAACzs/S9YgRrw4rfY/s320/mom%2B%252841%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she looks so "foxy" in this picture. I just love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLue0_yIPKk/TecEJrlvJlI/AAAAAAAACzk/P3vVwryfnjs/s1600/mom%2B%252834%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613460024906950226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLue0_yIPKk/TecEJrlvJlI/AAAAAAAACzk/P3vVwryfnjs/s320/mom%2B%252834%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really not the best picture of any of us, but it kind of shows the "pirate eye" that mom always made when she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwbHPjvgLoU/TecEJbdH1-I/AAAAAAAACzc/8O-UUgX-Ptg/s1600/mom%2B%252816%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613460020575852514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwbHPjvgLoU/TecEJbdH1-I/AAAAAAAACzc/8O-UUgX-Ptg/s320/mom%2B%252816%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many more I could share! Aaron and I (and my siblings through emails) got a GOOD laugh from some old family pictures last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2298726416901831895?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2298726416901831895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2298726416901831895&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2298726416901831895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2298726416901831895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T44BmmT08Ss/TeflbUkkYmI/AAAAAAAAC08/5ByWnPlIjMc/s72-c/mom%2B%252818%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8911288489751324557</id><published>2011-06-01T20:42:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:30:18.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PrIVtBA1F4w/Teb7iof_mxI/AAAAAAAACzU/NZjq31abv7w/s1600/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450557969636114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PrIVtBA1F4w/Teb7iof_mxI/AAAAAAAACzU/NZjq31abv7w/s320/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Blogger won't let me start typing above this picture.  That's annoying!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Elsie and a couple friends to Jabbers the other day.  They played and played for three hours.  What did I do, you ask?  Read magazines, read my book, played around on the internet...yes, it was a rough afternoon for us all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ifOxCDPopY/Teb7iTvJElI/AAAAAAAACzM/t57f6v8X_lw/s1600/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450552396026450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ifOxCDPopY/Teb7iTvJElI/AAAAAAAACzM/t57f6v8X_lw/s320/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCvNiXICLDw/Teb7E5OJzVI/AAAAAAAACzE/6OOm3gGZHNc/s1600/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%252811%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450047062134098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCvNiXICLDw/Teb7E5OJzVI/AAAAAAAACzE/6OOm3gGZHNc/s320/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%252811%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMBd-wZnA3I/Teb7EmYJZoI/AAAAAAAACy8/H1EWzjULYxs/s1600/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450042003777154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMBd-wZnA3I/Teb7EmYJZoI/AAAAAAAACy8/H1EWzjULYxs/s320/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love miniature things, so this "backyard bbq" setup just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpsKG2SXJrU/Teb7EJcyBOI/AAAAAAAACy0/FE1U5yalckc/s1600/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450034238588130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpsKG2SXJrU/Teb7EJcyBOI/AAAAAAAACy0/FE1U5yalckc/s320/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%252813%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fun didn't stop there!  The next day we met up with another friend at Jumpin' Jungle.  It was the perfect activity for a rainy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQtoVXjL3zk/Teb7DLfymjI/AAAAAAAACys/_zPx5FNSpJ8/s1600/jumpin%2Bjungle%2Bmay%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450017608210994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQtoVXjL3zk/Teb7DLfymjI/AAAAAAAACys/_zPx5FNSpJ8/s320/jumpin%2Bjungle%2Bmay%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrEvqNO-T08/Teb7C_Q2JUI/AAAAAAAACyk/rjbTupEZ-uA/s1600/jumpin%2Bjungle%2Bmay%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613450014324303170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrEvqNO-T08/Teb7C_Q2JUI/AAAAAAAACyk/rjbTupEZ-uA/s320/jumpin%2Bjungle%2Bmay%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Walmart last Friday night to get a treat for our movie and saw this most beautiful rainbow.  My picture doesn't do it justice.  It was so bright and so clear.  Elsie is so obsessed with rainbows right now, so we were a little more pumped than the average people!  Everything she colors has to be done in rainbow order, she has a rainbow shirt that she wants to wear every day, she loves to organize her toys and any objects in rainbow order.  As I'm typing this, it sounds a bit OCD (and maybe it is), but it never ceases to make me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSf0Hj4Tb_A/Teb5TeHWZjI/AAAAAAAACyc/3ZYFPaPaAWk/s1600/rainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613448098460624434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSf0Hj4Tb_A/Teb5TeHWZjI/AAAAAAAACyc/3ZYFPaPaAWk/s320/rainbow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been doing these cheesy yoga DVD's some nights while Aaron is gone.  Elsie always gets out her mat and joins me.  I love listening to her grunt, watching her really try to get the poses, hearing her correct me when I'm doing something wrong, feeling her crawl under my legs like I'm a bridge whenever I'm in a wide stance, and having her by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rSYHTv4lvc/Teb5FdcPbDI/AAAAAAAACyU/vOp42oCZ-8Q/s1600/yoga%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613447857761643570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rSYHTv4lvc/Teb5FdcPbDI/AAAAAAAACyU/vOp42oCZ-8Q/s320/yoga%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-xWdyp2gYI/Teb5E1uT5kI/AAAAAAAACyM/9mKFpgEDQoU/s1600/yoga%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613447847100016194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-xWdyp2gYI/Teb5E1uT5kI/AAAAAAAACyM/9mKFpgEDQoU/s320/yoga%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0senjFrxBAA/Teb5E7oYUBI/AAAAAAAACyE/7J19kNVHF0E/s1600/yoga%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613447848685752338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0senjFrxBAA/Teb5E7oYUBI/AAAAAAAACyE/7J19kNVHF0E/s320/yoga%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often times think I write too much about Elsie.  But is that possible?!  This is my life.  She is my life!  I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8911288489751324557?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8911288489751324557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8911288489751324557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8911288489751324557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8911288489751324557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-days.html' title='May Days'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PrIVtBA1F4w/Teb7iof_mxI/AAAAAAAACzU/NZjq31abv7w/s72-c/jabbers%2Bmay%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5586184779676978473</id><published>2011-05-23T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:47:17.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monday</title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist for an exam/cleaning today. I have a cavity...two, actually. I'm really sad about this. I kind of feel like I've failed. These are my first cavities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie read/followed along with the pictures in the BOB books tonight. There's no doubt she figured out some of the words by looking at the pictures, but there was some definite reading going on as well. I was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little too lax in my eating the last few weeks. I was just sick of caring. But today I'm back on the wagon. I forgot how hard it is. I've realized, too, that part of my problem has been boredom. Aaron's gone a lot, Elsie and I are home a lot, and I like food. Not a great combination! It also doesn't help that I'm obsessed with this show called "Unique Sweets" on the cooking channel. I now have several bakeries I need to go to when I go to any of the major U.S. cities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not subbing anymore this school year. It feels so good to not think about that. The last day I subbed a couple weeks ago was rough. End of the school year + having a sub = Horrible behavior. I really had to hold my tongue a couple of times. It's amazing how aggravating second graders can be. This whole subbing thing has made me question whether or not I want to go back to teaching. Is it really my thing? I remember loving it, but is that just because I was young, energetic, and taught in Utah County? It's still my plan in a couple of years (you can't beat the schedule!) but I'm a little nervous about it. I just keep telling myself that subbing is not the same as teaching...right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5586184779676978473?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5586184779676978473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5586184779676978473&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5586184779676978473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5586184779676978473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-monday.html' title='My Monday'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8495411868666185940</id><published>2011-05-19T19:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:02:42.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please tell me I'm not the only one!</title><content type='html'>I promise I am not searching for compliments or anything like that because of this post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever see yourself in a picture and realize you so made the wrong choice on what to wear that day?! It's like you see yourself so differently in your mind or even in the mirror, and then reality hits when you see the picture. I'm having that realization with the pants I wore during my race. I know this sounds comletely petty and ridiculous, but I truly wish I could turn back time and change my pants. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't even mention the headband. That was a choice made out of necessity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I won't even mention the dang serious face I make while I'm running. That's just too embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8495411868666185940?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8495411868666185940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8495411868666185940&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8495411868666185940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8495411868666185940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/please-tell-me-im-not-only-one.html' title='Please tell me I&apos;m not the only one!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3386434984730509058</id><published>2011-05-18T13:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:23:09.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our life</title><content type='html'>I love knowing what's going on with people. I love knowing about the day to day life of the people I love. I love that I can get on the computer and have a "conversation" with all the people I love while I read their blogs or check facebook. It really makes me happy. I know I don't comment enough...mostly laziness (I'm not going to lie!). I love feeling connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to lunch with a couple cousins a couple weeks and had a blast catching up on life. We talked non-stop for like two hours and it felt like no time at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's reading a blog or having lunch at Carl's Jr., I love knowing about your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's going on here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions we get asked all the time is "Are you guys moving to Utah?" The answer is "Yes"...but we don't know when. We have a plan to try to get down there by the end of summer. Aaron is doing some extra work to pay off some debt and get ourselves in a better position to make the leap, but we are still unsure if this summer or next year would be better. Aaron is planning on going out on his own when we get down there, so there's some preparation and risk involved. It will happen when we feel we are prepared enough. There will never be an easy time to do it, but it's got to feel right...to both of us. That's hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Aaron is doing some extra work at night, so Elsie and I have had to get used to not having him around a lot. Fortunately, it just weeknights, so we really cherish the weekend! I am so grateful that he's making this sacrifice. When I start feeling sorry for myself on the long days, I just remind myself that I'm the one that gets to stay home and chill with Elsie. He's definitely got the short end of the stick. He's always home for dinner, and we love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any vacations planned for this summer because we are saving up and paying off stuff as much as we can. I hate not having plans. We'll see how long I last. Jared/Lindsay...I'm sure you'll be seeing Elsie and I sometime this summer for a little getaway! It's so hard to plan for the summer with things so up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all this on our minds every day, life is great. And that feels good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3386434984730509058?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3386434984730509058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3386434984730509058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3386434984730509058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3386434984730509058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-life.html' title='our life'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1317155984750832669</id><published>2011-05-17T19:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:44:16.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I confess</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am watching &lt;em&gt;Justin Bieber: Never Say Never&lt;/em&gt; with Elsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the concert performances, Elsie turned to me and said, "Okay, he pointed at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be encouraging this, but I can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1317155984750832669?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1317155984750832669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1317155984750832669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1317155984750832669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1317155984750832669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-confess.html' title='I confess'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3037037136340681080</id><published>2011-05-16T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:43:36.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coloring</title><content type='html'>Elsie and I are coloring. I was sitting there trying to decide what color I wanted to use. She asked me what I was doing and I told her. She said, "Well, you can use one that is available. Blue is available, yellow is available, etc...." Is she really only four?! She cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got a little irritated with me because I didn't put the marker back in rainbow order. I laugh now, but I fear for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a side note: Elsie can now officially say her "k" sound. She worked so hard and is so proud of herself every time she does it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3037037136340681080?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3037037136340681080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3037037136340681080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3037037136340681080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3037037136340681080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/elsie-and-i-are-coloring.html' title='coloring'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2436560997620361343</id><published>2011-05-15T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:22:00.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Potato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it! I ran a half marathon, and it felt pretty darn good!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GioM24KY45Q/Tc_2LZBkQjI/AAAAAAAACxc/49uVORrCSxI/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970736656007730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GioM24KY45Q/Tc_2LZBkQjI/AAAAAAAACxc/49uVORrCSxI/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I originally set this goal last year, but I wasn't able to finish training and do the race because I got hurt. It was so important for me to be able to do it this year for so many reasons. I just needed to do it! There was a group of ladies from the ward that were training for it also, so it was so fun to have that in common and be able to suport each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all of us before the race. Anne, Jenn, Pam, Deidre, and I.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607302182532428994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7176KckrB0/TdEjoFIeNMI/AAAAAAAACx0/EEGMglZpbls/s320/243087_10150246322551019_765506018_8735815_6083464_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607302176909245954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjBSKumzk24/TdEjnwLzPgI/AAAAAAAACxs/wYjNh2SIKBM/s320/243087_10150246322541019_765506018_8735813_722767_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607302175296020338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_2vrq3llbc/TdEjnqLLX3I/AAAAAAAACxk/eUPFyhGgpyw/s320/243087_10150246322556019_765506018_8735816_4961510_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fast runner, but I ran the whole thing and felt pretty good the whole time. My official time was 2 hrs. 13 min., but I'm taking a few minutes of that because we were in the very back at the start of the race. It took a long while to get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam's husband Dave drove us up to the start line, so we wouldn't feel so rushed in the morning. We took a little pit stop on the way up, but my nerves were still getting the best of me. After taking some pre-race pictures, we headed to the port-a-potties with just a few minutes left before the start. I was officially the last person out! How funny! The guy even announced it over the loudspeaker that they were all clear. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During most of my training I ran by myself, so it was hard for me to get used to having so many people around me. I really enjoyed it when things started to spread out more. I loved having familiar faces along the way though... like my friends that were running and some of their husbands/families that watched along the way. (I told Aaron that they could just meet me at the finish line. He seemed relieved! It was his birthday, so I had to give him a little break.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron snapped some pictures of me right before the finish line. (I know the headband was SO not cool, but it did the job!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607303111008857218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAcRZZcfEqU/TdEkeH-gLII/AAAAAAAACx8/f0EphEaPx_Y/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNLDD91zKAc/Tc_2LHBvqoI/AAAAAAAACxU/AeE_go1ewKM/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970731824917122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNLDD91zKAc/Tc_2LHBvqoI/AAAAAAAACxU/AeE_go1ewKM/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYT3lap1kuc/Tc_14WiSMII/AAAAAAAACxM/LBP9lmT80lM/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970409570414722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYT3lap1kuc/Tc_14WiSMII/AAAAAAAACxM/LBP9lmT80lM/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkrzMbmTuY/Tc_14PkeRvI/AAAAAAAACxE/eFDnNd6adTo/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970407700547314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkrzMbmTuY/Tc_14PkeRvI/AAAAAAAACxE/eFDnNd6adTo/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The half marathon finishers! Pam, Me, Deidre, and Jenn. Our friend, Anne, ran the full marathon, so she's not in the end of the race pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUpuJ64b0W8/Tc_13j52MuI/AAAAAAAACw8/WjGtuOnFRWk/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970395979035362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUpuJ64b0W8/Tc_13j52MuI/AAAAAAAACw8/WjGtuOnFRWk/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron, Elsie, and I after the race. I was so glad to see them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJuxH2heAm4/Tc_13IdiJWI/AAAAAAAACw0/IJHxNpZO-6k/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970388612523362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJuxH2heAm4/Tc_13IdiJWI/AAAAAAAACw0/IJHxNpZO-6k/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a picture with Pam. She rocks! She's a great friend, and has been such an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnE8P3mnKp0/Tc_124qvKuI/AAAAAAAACws/20CSp_G3bDQ/s1600/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970384372935394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnE8P3mnKp0/Tc_124qvKuI/AAAAAAAACws/20CSp_G3bDQ/s320/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides some stomach issues the rest of the day, it was a great experience! Now, time to train for the St. George Marathon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2436560997620361343?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2436560997620361343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2436560997620361343&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2436560997620361343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2436560997620361343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-potato.html' title='Great Potato!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GioM24KY45Q/Tc_2LZBkQjI/AAAAAAAACxc/49uVORrCSxI/s72-c/potato%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon%2B2011%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4070520903899575036</id><published>2011-05-09T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:58:55.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am loved</title><content type='html'>This is really just for me. I had a great weekend, and I don't want to forget this happy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang and Q (and Robert) came through Friday night on their way down to Utah. It's always fun to see them. Elsie and Q played and played. We ate good food and got Coldstone. Just a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I did my last long run before my half marathon this Saturday. I ran ten miles. It was hard, but very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Elsie, and I spent the whole weekend together. They got me some workout stuff, and then we went to get me a shirt as well. I was so happy because Aaron got me stuff that I had really been wanting. It was a nice surprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron had to speak in church on Sunday. He did a great job. (He keeps running over it in his mind, and thinks it was horrible. So wrong!!!) It was honestly the best present I got!! There is no doubt he loves his girls (as he always says)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Aaron and I ended the weekend with a game, and I won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4070520903899575036?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4070520903899575036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4070520903899575036&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4070520903899575036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4070520903899575036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-loved.html' title='I am loved'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7654785137641324080</id><published>2011-05-04T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:00:08.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Station</title><content type='html'>We had such a great trip down to Utah for Easter (and I've got plenty more pictures to share), but one of the highlights was going to visit Uncle Jeff at the fire station. We did it for Elsie, but I had just as much fun as her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601908825521647986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxU5PW2LwxI/Tb36ZYlX8XI/AAAAAAAACwU/ujyU0ELRRMk/s320/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-WjQtKRFbA/Tb36aNDyRQI/AAAAAAAACwk/Y_kKIUHRnZs/s1600/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601908839607846146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-WjQtKRFbA/Tb36aNDyRQI/AAAAAAAACwk/Y_kKIUHRnZs/s320/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff took us in a ride in the big truck. Elsie got to do the siren, the horn, and the lights. I got to ride in the back with Lexi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72kTf81MyW0/Tb36Zx4dW5I/AAAAAAAACwc/VwoDbbFtRs8/s1600/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601908832312581010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72kTf81MyW0/Tb36Zx4dW5I/AAAAAAAACwc/VwoDbbFtRs8/s320/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3csccH3YcI/Tb36ZFsPr3I/AAAAAAAACwM/UWGOkuthgUY/s1600/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601908820450193266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3csccH3YcI/Tb36ZFsPr3I/AAAAAAAACwM/UWGOkuthgUY/s320/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie and Lexi up by the ladder. She thought it was pretty cool to be able to climb up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm8g07I-mLM/Tb36Y-eHb4I/AAAAAAAACwE/I-qYindpAL0/s1600/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601908818511884162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm8g07I-mLM/Tb36Y-eHb4I/AAAAAAAACwE/I-qYindpAL0/s320/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Jeff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7654785137641324080?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7654785137641324080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7654785137641324080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7654785137641324080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7654785137641324080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/fire-station.html' title='Fire Station'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxU5PW2LwxI/Tb36ZYlX8XI/AAAAAAAACwU/ujyU0ELRRMk/s72-c/easter%2Bweek%2Butah%2B193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3451531660070130340</id><published>2011-05-03T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:31:09.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Easter</title><content type='html'>We saw "HOP" at the theatre!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPTwl8m5314/TbnXI4EbMAI/AAAAAAAACv8/Ucmwyk0KVg4/s1600/hop2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600744159101792258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPTwl8m5314/TbnXI4EbMAI/AAAAAAAACv8/Ucmwyk0KVg4/s320/hop2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Just to prove I was there...this was Elsie's attempt at taking a picture of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLxOobAunJs/TbnXIrL5NDI/AAAAAAAACv0/jZd470KvCoM/s1600/hop3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600744155643458610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLxOobAunJs/TbnXIrL5NDI/AAAAAAAACv0/jZd470KvCoM/s320/hop3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, we dyed eggs! (And we got to do it again at Grandma and Grandpa's...more of that come later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRiyjj93JfE/TbnXIFMd6nI/AAAAAAAACvs/6Niu4JyJP4I/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600744145445317234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRiyjj93JfE/TbnXIFMd6nI/AAAAAAAACvs/6Niu4JyJP4I/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvIvDUO7xko/TbnWqqUbX9I/AAAAAAAACvk/xYn-P5-OU7k/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600743640014741458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvIvDUO7xko/TbnWqqUbX9I/AAAAAAAACvk/xYn-P5-OU7k/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EnhrAo-Ayc/TbnWqcuoF0I/AAAAAAAACvc/4N14BB2M10c/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600743636366530370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EnhrAo-Ayc/TbnWqcuoF0I/AAAAAAAACvc/4N14BB2M10c/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdaiXHx71b8/TbnWp7-n30I/AAAAAAAACvU/N_mYGTfhFLs/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600743627575254850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdaiXHx71b8/TbnWp7-n30I/AAAAAAAACvU/N_mYGTfhFLs/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DPPwDoeCjg/TbnWpo5CE2I/AAAAAAAACvM/Yjng52mt75Q/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600743622451532642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DPPwDoeCjg/TbnWpo5CE2I/AAAAAAAACvM/Yjng52mt75Q/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252813%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01eNJnMPtj0/TbnWpKbF_WI/AAAAAAAACvE/_lxp-C0kBbM/s1600/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252816%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600743614272896354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01eNJnMPtj0/TbnWpKbF_WI/AAAAAAAACvE/_lxp-C0kBbM/s320/dying%2Beggs%2B2011%2B%252816%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since having all these hard-boiled eggs, Elsie has discovered that she loves boiled egg whites...not the yolk. She'll just keep eating as long as I keep giving them to her. I guess we can add this to the extremely random list of food she'll eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3451531660070130340?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3451531660070130340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3451531660070130340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3451531660070130340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3451531660070130340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-ready-for-easter.html' title='Getting Ready for Easter'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPTwl8m5314/TbnXI4EbMAI/AAAAAAAACv8/Ucmwyk0KVg4/s72-c/hop2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6635143160768583316</id><published>2011-05-03T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:25:29.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>april randoms</title><content type='html'>Aaron and Elsie planted some tulip bulbs for me on my birthday in October. We sure have enjoyed watching the flowers come and up and blossom this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(side note on the tulips: While we were in Utah for Easter, my neighbor texted me to let me know that a couple girls had taken a bunch of tulips from our yard. She saw them right after doing it and came out and yelled at them. She told them that was stealing and to never do it again. These were not little girls. She said they were like 12-ish. Lame!!! What is wrong with kids?!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA2i5hsaFlY/TbnV6l0D40I/AAAAAAAACu8/NXNHvMNZXVg/s1600/tulips%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600742814171521858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA2i5hsaFlY/TbnV6l0D40I/AAAAAAAACu8/NXNHvMNZXVg/s320/tulips%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie relaxing on a warm Sunday afternoon. I can't wait for him to always be this way. He's still crazy most of the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJafJ3yibAo/TbnV6NLJW0I/AAAAAAAACu0/gcqt37sXoBs/s1600/spring%2Bsunday%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600742807557462850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJafJ3yibAo/TbnV6NLJW0I/AAAAAAAACu0/gcqt37sXoBs/s320/spring%2Bsunday%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie has decided that my old sunglasses are hers now. She has a bunch of cute ones just her size, but these are her favorite by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S40aToF9OJY/TbnV5rSbWHI/AAAAAAAACus/15KubdQKgvU/s1600/nikon%2Bpics%2B1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600742798461196402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S40aToF9OJY/TbnV5rSbWHI/AAAAAAAACus/15KubdQKgvU/s320/nikon%2Bpics%2B1102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pam and I went to Michael's to get some stuff for a craft project, and Elsie and Hailey kept themselves entertained while we shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LH1S0oGj7k/TbnV5V_ICtI/AAAAAAAACuk/LehZaZJopqQ/s1600/posin%2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600742792743094994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LH1S0oGj7k/TbnV5V_ICtI/AAAAAAAACuk/LehZaZJopqQ/s320/posin%2527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie trying on all of Daddy's bike stuff after his long ride. She can't wait to do races like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLlqfTijSGU/TbnV4lw-pwI/AAAAAAAACuc/EbwDKcvV1hY/s1600/biker%2Bgirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600742779798857474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLlqfTijSGU/TbnV4lw-pwI/AAAAAAAACuc/EbwDKcvV1hY/s320/biker%2Bgirl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6635143160768583316?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6635143160768583316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6635143160768583316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6635143160768583316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6635143160768583316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-randoms.html' title='april randoms'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA2i5hsaFlY/TbnV6l0D40I/AAAAAAAACu8/NXNHvMNZXVg/s72-c/tulips%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7245091727968060328</id><published>2011-04-30T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:47:40.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving myself crazy</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I let things overwhelm me so easily. I think part of it is that I'm a perfectionist, so if i don't do something well I don't like to do it. Hence the lack of blogs! I'm playing catch up, though. I've now got all my February and March pictures posted. April is still a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7245091727968060328?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7245091727968060328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7245091727968060328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7245091727968060328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7245091727968060328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/driving-myself-crazy.html' title='Driving myself crazy'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4922461579928768824</id><published>2011-04-30T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:41:54.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Turns One!!!</title><content type='html'>Elsie made a birthday card for him, and Aaron bought him a monster bone. I think he was happy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLdYR0jPkv8/TbnQv95VzoI/AAAAAAAACsU/AIc7jd3Y1Pk/s1600/charlie%2B1st%2Bbday%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600737134099418754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLdYR0jPkv8/TbnQv95VzoI/AAAAAAAACsU/AIc7jd3Y1Pk/s320/charlie%2B1st%2Bbday%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi9ycwZPZPo/TbnQvIPSQGI/AAAAAAAACsM/ndNcwetsM9Q/s1600/charlie%2B1st%2Bbday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600737119695945826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi9ycwZPZPo/TbnQvIPSQGI/AAAAAAAACsM/ndNcwetsM9Q/s320/charlie%2B1st%2Bbday%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4922461579928768824?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4922461579928768824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4922461579928768824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4922461579928768824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4922461579928768824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/charlie-turns-one.html' title='Charlie Turns One!!!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLdYR0jPkv8/TbnQv95VzoI/AAAAAAAACsU/AIc7jd3Y1Pk/s72-c/charlie%2B1st%2Bbday%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-477419457942166006</id><published>2011-04-30T14:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:40:56.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Weekend with Q</title><content type='html'>Q got to spend the weekend with us while Ang went down to Utah for a wedding. She was an angel!! We had so much fun, and Elsie loved having her around all the time. They got along so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived on St. Patrick's Day while Elsie had Hailey over for a playdate.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9uhikJg_xg/TbnSnDFNfVI/AAAAAAAACts/yQC9-bNRvRg/s1600/march%2B2011%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739179895815506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9uhikJg_xg/TbnSnDFNfVI/AAAAAAAACts/yQC9-bNRvRg/s320/march%2B2011%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Q came up with this pose all on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntvA05QcQMg/TbnSRXFY9tI/AAAAAAAACtk/VySIcRMS7Y8/s1600/march%2B2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738807308154578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntvA05QcQMg/TbnSRXFY9tI/AAAAAAAACtk/VySIcRMS7Y8/s320/march%2B2011%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie had to copy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-widj1sbrc/TbnSRBh4IaI/AAAAAAAACtc/jizXWbHX9Ns/s1600/march%2B2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738801522057634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-widj1sbrc/TbnSRBh4IaI/AAAAAAAACtc/jizXWbHX9Ns/s320/march%2B2011%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was super obnoxious and kept taking tons of pictures of the girls all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1kfuqaTZJQ/TbnSQ87WZSI/AAAAAAAACtU/At2DL3qnjqA/s1600/march%2B2011%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738800286721314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1kfuqaTZJQ/TbnSQ87WZSI/AAAAAAAACtU/At2DL3qnjqA/s320/march%2B2011%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXl4Q2C174/TbnSQmQeYLI/AAAAAAAACtM/ip350mqct3w/s1600/march%2B2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738794201309362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXl4Q2C174/TbnSQmQeYLI/AAAAAAAACtM/ip350mqct3w/s320/march%2B2011%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmwlb_z-Zqo/TbnSQIHH3_I/AAAAAAAACtE/NUmxcnsoy5k/s1600/march%2B2011%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738786109022194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmwlb_z-Zqo/TbnSQIHH3_I/AAAAAAAACtE/NUmxcnsoy5k/s320/march%2B2011%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp2f0JgSE2o/TbnRnR6QEPI/AAAAAAAACs8/5pCSMOgkp_Q/s1600/march%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738084364751090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp2f0JgSE2o/TbnRnR6QEPI/AAAAAAAACs8/5pCSMOgkp_Q/s320/march%2B2011%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJhW8ADYU28/TbnRm_OgipI/AAAAAAAACs0/xsB3khB8lAA/s1600/march%2B2011%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738079349443218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJhW8ADYU28/TbnRm_OgipI/AAAAAAAACs0/xsB3khB8lAA/s320/march%2B2011%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Pillow Pet we bought for Elsie. We ended up taking it back and she switched to the unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5H19wrB9J5k/TbnRmhjmGMI/AAAAAAAACss/4cvdFE9h3Qg/s1600/march%2B2011%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738071384824002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5H19wrB9J5k/TbnRmhjmGMI/AAAAAAAACss/4cvdFE9h3Qg/s320/march%2B2011%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I tried to get a picture of both of them with their pillows, Q just kept going crazy and wrestling around. Elsie decided to join in on the pillow fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJPVwjNl8-Q/TbnRmMVwIYI/AAAAAAAACsk/kqNo6wPXP10/s1600/march%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738065689616770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJPVwjNl8-Q/TbnRmMVwIYI/AAAAAAAACsk/kqNo6wPXP10/s320/march%2B2011%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_qKPKml3WM/TbnRljK8prI/AAAAAAAACsc/NBOahLxJi-0/s1600/Pillow%2BPet%2BParty%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600738054638446258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_qKPKml3WM/TbnRljK8prI/AAAAAAAACsc/NBOahLxJi-0/s320/Pillow%2BPet%2BParty%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that Q is so easy to have around and just gets along with everyone. She loves to be around people and made herself right at home wherever she was. We just love that girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-477419457942166006?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/477419457942166006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=477419457942166006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/477419457942166006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/477419457942166006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-weekend-with-q.html' title='March Weekend with Q'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9uhikJg_xg/TbnSnDFNfVI/AAAAAAAACts/yQC9-bNRvRg/s72-c/march%2B2011%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1277477379426525651</id><published>2011-04-30T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:40:13.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Fun with Friends</title><content type='html'>Elsie loves playing with friends. She asks me every day who she gets to play with that day. I guess I am pretty much her personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn came over and the girls painted.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYFsFjH9To/TbnPquNawWI/AAAAAAAACsE/ly72wfVDU2A/s1600/Brooklyn%2Band%2BElsie%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600735944477688162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYFsFjH9To/TbnPquNawWI/AAAAAAAACsE/ly72wfVDU2A/s320/Brooklyn%2Band%2BElsie%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam hosted a group of girls at her house for a "Tangled" viewing party. I hung around for that one. They had to much fun and were totally into the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA4S204svAA/TbnPqZPU2UI/AAAAAAAACr8/0guL0H21b2Y/s1600/Movie_Day_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600735938848545090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA4S204svAA/TbnPqZPU2UI/AAAAAAAACr8/0guL0H21b2Y/s320/Movie_Day_002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESL4ZHcgvGY/TbnPpwrURGI/AAAAAAAACr0/muHvAbhdyI0/s1600/Movie_Day_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600735927960093794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESL4ZHcgvGY/TbnPpwrURGI/AAAAAAAACr0/muHvAbhdyI0/s320/Movie_Day_004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie, Lauren, Taylor, Hailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSl_eEW4L2g/TbnPpuHrSbI/AAAAAAAACrs/WxDd8zG_XC4/s1600/Movie_Day_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600735927273736626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSl_eEW4L2g/TbnPpuHrSbI/AAAAAAAACrs/WxDd8zG_XC4/s320/Movie_Day_017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also spend a day at Jabbers with a bunch of friends during Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb-XRSUAnQA/TbnPpdbZ-WI/AAAAAAAACrk/DxTPaMHRg8k/s1600/jabbers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600735922793085282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb-XRSUAnQA/TbnPpdbZ-WI/AAAAAAAACrk/DxTPaMHRg8k/s320/jabbers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1277477379426525651?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1277477379426525651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1277477379426525651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1277477379426525651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1277477379426525651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-fun-with-friends.html' title='March Fun with Friends'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXYFsFjH9To/TbnPquNawWI/AAAAAAAACsE/ly72wfVDU2A/s72-c/Brooklyn%2Band%2BElsie%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6969488272224508686</id><published>2011-04-30T14:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:39:40.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>In February we got to go down to Utah for Ashley's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night we were there, we got together with Jeff, Nicole, Ashley, and Alexis to play games. Always fun!!! We were so glad to get some good bonding time in before she left to New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzA17ssEHU/TbnTN6rE8CI/AAAAAAAACuU/iS_LdBIS5cg/s1600/ashley%2527s%2Bfarewell%2Bweekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739847653617698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzA17ssEHU/TbnTN6rE8CI/AAAAAAAACuU/iS_LdBIS5cg/s320/ashley%2527s%2Bfarewell%2Bweekend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rook gets a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiUPH05b04U/TbnTNiSYDKI/AAAAAAAACuM/DSOYHpbFpf8/s1600/farewell4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739841107561634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiUPH05b04U/TbnTNiSYDKI/AAAAAAAACuM/DSOYHpbFpf8/s320/farewell4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgWWll-roy0/TbnTNEiOYdI/AAAAAAAACuE/sfjzd1NQCO0/s1600/farewell5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739833120973266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgWWll-roy0/TbnTNEiOYdI/AAAAAAAACuE/sfjzd1NQCO0/s320/farewell5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buMJjVGgKt4/TbnTM6lmt1I/AAAAAAAACt8/8mgjhl0eR1k/s1600/farewell6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739830450796370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buMJjVGgKt4/TbnTM6lmt1I/AAAAAAAACt8/8mgjhl0eR1k/s320/farewell6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LbYQKrV8FU/TbnTM8t408I/AAAAAAAACt0/TzQk76eU45U/s1600/farewell7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600739831022408642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LbYQKrV8FU/TbnTM8t408I/AAAAAAAACt0/TzQk76eU45U/s320/farewell7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6969488272224508686?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6969488272224508686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6969488272224508686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6969488272224508686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6969488272224508686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzA17ssEHU/TbnTN6rE8CI/AAAAAAAACuU/iS_LdBIS5cg/s72-c/ashley%2527s%2Bfarewell%2Bweekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1447916134177837045</id><published>2011-04-15T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:11:35.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are now proud owners of...</title><content type='html'>...a new computer. Just wanted to explain my major lack of blogging this month. And to answer the question about what kind...no it's not a mac. #1) We don't have mac money #2) We don't know how to work a mac We got a very basic computer. We hardly spent any money it. It will get us by for a while (hopefully a long while). Does that make this news not as exciting? I know you're disappointed, Jared!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1447916134177837045?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1447916134177837045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1447916134177837045&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1447916134177837045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1447916134177837045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-now-proud-owners-of.html' title='We are now proud owners of...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2256619216107877305</id><published>2011-04-03T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:15:50.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know anything about computers?</title><content type='html'>I need help! My computer is freaking out on me. We have an HP notebook. It is only a few years old. Yesterday while I was using the computer, I realized the volume wasn't working. When I clicked on the little megaphone on the taskbar, it said "No audio output device is installed." I don't know what that means, and it's especially odd to me because Aaron had just been watching a video a not long before that. Anyway, my sister gave me the idea to do a system restore to a previous date. I did that, and it seemed to work. Then today, it happened again. I tried that again with no luck. I've been reading all sorts of information and ideas from the HP website. I've tried downloading drivers, some sort of BIOS stuff...pretty much all sorts of stuff that hasn't worked and makes no sense to me. I'm so clueless!! So, do you know anything about this stuff?? Do you know someone who might?? I feel like I should just go buy a new computer because I don't want to spend a bunch of money to have someone tell me I need to fix something. (This happened to me last summer when we had to replace the video card thingy...$200 later. I should've just bought a new computer then!!!) Anyway, maybe someone out there knows a little something about what I'm talking about. If you do, you know where to find me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2256619216107877305?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2256619216107877305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2256619216107877305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2256619216107877305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2256619216107877305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-know-anything-about-computers.html' title='Do you know anything about computers?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4938679528153905343</id><published>2011-03-16T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:14:32.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's randoms</title><content type='html'>Things just seem to work themselves out sometimes.  Aaron was contacted by an attorney that we worked with that does contracts for surrogates/parents.  She needed another attorney to do a contract for the surrogate because she was doing the contract for the intended parents.  Long story short, Aaron was able to bill out a pretty decent amount of money for not a ton of work.  We were pretty excited to have this extra money to put away for vacations...until Aaron went to the dentist.  He needs a crown really badly and a little filling.  Even with our dental insurance, it will still be a big chunk of change!  So there goes that money...but at least we had the money, right?!  (Have I ever mentioned how Aaron only went to the dentist a few times during his whole childhood...the third time being right before his mission?!  No wonder we are paying the price now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those same lines, our battery in the Camry finally died on me one morning.  Just the day before, Aaron called me and told me to turn on the radio.  I tuned in to the station and heard his voice answering questions.  I thought he was calling me for help, so I was yelling out answers.  It was just a recording of his call, but he actually got the questions right and won tickets to some concert in Boise.  We had no desire to go to the concert, so we sold the tickets that day on Craigslist.  We sold them for $80, just enough to pay for the battery and little bite to eat that night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie got invited to a Pajama &amp;amp; Pillow Pet party tomorrow night.  I think she is the only child that doesn't own a pillow pet!  I knew I needed to go out and buy one.  I told Aaron about it and his immediate reaction was, "Go get her one."  I didn't want her to be sad, and I was so happy that Aaron agreed.  However, he wasn't quite as excited when he saw the $20 price tag.  But her heart was set, and there was not turning back.  She picked the pig because it will match her room.  Her prayer last night was this, "Thank you for Jesus, thanks for Kung Fu Panda (Aaron and her had just been watching it), and thanks I can get a pillow pet."  Love it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4938679528153905343?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4938679528153905343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4938679528153905343&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4938679528153905343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4938679528153905343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-weeks-randoms.html' title='This week&apos;s randoms'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4602070814002672755</id><published>2011-03-09T19:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:52:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things</title><content type='html'>Five random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I fit into my skinny pants. They are the the jeans I bought in 2004 when I lost a bunch of weight, and I've kept them to remind me. I tried them on last week just to try it out, and sure enough they fit and I didn't have to squeeze to button them! Not gonna lie...that was the happiest I had felt for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've contemplated a lot about what I would do for a living if I could really do what I wanted. I know in the next few years I will go back to teaching, but I don't think that is really my dream job. As we were watching Cake Boss, Aaron said "We should open up a bakery." Kind of funny since it's not like we have all these great recipes or something, but I really do think that would be great. (Probably wouldn't still fit into my skinny pants, but oh well.) I think something like that would be right up my alley. Maybe someday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I subbed for a Music teacher today. During some of my down time, I plunked on the keys of the piano and realized I should've never quit piano. I want to learn again. I need a piano first, but that is definitely a goal of mine when the time is right. Maybe Elsie and I could take lessons together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So sick of winter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Okay, now that I complained about winter, I will change gears.  I am so grateful for all that I have. Aaron and I were talking about how lucky we are and how much we really do have. Why do we tend to forget those things and focus on everything we don't have or on all the things we want?? We have each other, we have Elsie, we have wonderful families and friends, we have our health, we have a home, we have a job...the list goes on. I'm going to try harder to recognize those things and be content and appreciative. It sure does make life easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4602070814002672755?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4602070814002672755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4602070814002672755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4602070814002672755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4602070814002672755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-things.html' title='5 things'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2927119968969297484</id><published>2011-03-02T12:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:05:02.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got a new 'do!</title><content type='html'>Elsie has been begging to get a haircut for a while now, so Aaron told me to schedule an appointment for the both of us.  He suggested going short for Elsie, so we went for it!  I think it looks pretty darn cute on her and makes her look so much older.  (Yes, I am fully aware that we now have twinner hair.  Don't judge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I told her I wanted to take a picture of her new hair (which she still talks about how much she loves it).  She starting pulling out all sorts of poses.  She was on a roll, and I was loving it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG1ORXphdQg/TW6hVNkPpOI/AAAAAAAACrU/1H8bLdWCnWI/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579574374149629154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG1ORXphdQg/TW6hVNkPpOI/AAAAAAAACrU/1H8bLdWCnWI/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG7J7ovgMUo/TW6hU2H7lpI/AAAAAAAACrM/Kms9NXonYCY/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579574367856858770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pG7J7ovgMUo/TW6hU2H7lpI/AAAAAAAACrM/Kms9NXonYCY/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxFbYvBy4fg/TW6hUvmuecI/AAAAAAAACrE/BGOcPZT3hZc/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579574366106974658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxFbYvBy4fg/TW6hUvmuecI/AAAAAAAACrE/BGOcPZT3hZc/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEchtz_E1D8/TW6g15ZasGI/AAAAAAAACq8/aNLvJe0Lkd0/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579573836159561826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEchtz_E1D8/TW6g15ZasGI/AAAAAAAACq8/aNLvJe0Lkd0/s320/February%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkoAmP_LdxY/TW6g1nrBvsI/AAAAAAAACq0/75rQPsvJbSc/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%252811%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579573831401586370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkoAmP_LdxY/TW6g1nrBvsI/AAAAAAAACq0/75rQPsvJbSc/s320/February%2B2011%2B%252811%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This one is my favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WMBMaJMC8Zc/TW6g1CmaU4I/AAAAAAAACqs/PLyhqfTE-TM/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579573821450113922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WMBMaJMC8Zc/TW6g1CmaU4I/AAAAAAAACqs/PLyhqfTE-TM/s320/February%2B2011%2B%252813%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paeX-Ilqp0g/TW6g0uWctuI/AAAAAAAACqk/Cjwbj70aADc/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%252814%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579573816014452450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paeX-Ilqp0g/TW6g0uWctuI/AAAAAAAACqk/Cjwbj70aADc/s320/February%2B2011%2B%252814%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoR0lXHw2zs/TW6g0ccB4UI/AAAAAAAACqc/NFQ69k6iWsI/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%252819%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579573811206021442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoR0lXHw2zs/TW6g0ccB4UI/AAAAAAAACqc/NFQ69k6iWsI/s320/February%2B2011%2B%252819%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2927119968969297484?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2927119968969297484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2927119968969297484&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2927119968969297484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2927119968969297484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-got-new-do.html' title='She&apos;s got a new &apos;do!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG1ORXphdQg/TW6hVNkPpOI/AAAAAAAACrU/1H8bLdWCnWI/s72-c/February%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2637785811938051016</id><published>2011-03-02T12:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:52:50.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>I guess I have become a monthly blogger. I don't know how or when that happened, but the good ol' days of blogging several days a week (or even weekly) are long gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from February:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I saw when I walked in the house after subbing one day.  It was the sweetest thing.  There's not much Elsie loved more than to nap or have a sleepover with her daddy.  He lets her share the pillow, and she loves that.  (I'm much to light of a sleeper to snuggle that close!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMGzKO0PlRg/TW6dfOBkHLI/AAAAAAAACqU/0mBqoaeNras/s1600/February%2B2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579570148024786098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMGzKO0PlRg/TW6dfOBkHLI/AAAAAAAACqU/0mBqoaeNras/s320/February%2B2011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out our swingset that Aaron found on Craigslist for $15!!  It's great.  Elsie has been dying to get out there to play on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8e4wPVWXs/TW6de4HDMPI/AAAAAAAACqM/PrW69Ta0Z_s/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579570142142214386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8e4wPVWXs/TW6de4HDMPI/AAAAAAAACqM/PrW69Ta0Z_s/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some funny pictures of Elsie walking around on all fours.  She makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmER41bU6pk/TW6deLOEANI/AAAAAAAACqE/pKebojBWpKQ/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579570130092032210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmER41bU6pk/TW6deLOEANI/AAAAAAAACqE/pKebojBWpKQ/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hO3AeRL5iws/TW6dd6ASooI/AAAAAAAACp8/2yJjbD6zLws/s1600/February%2B2011%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579570125470868098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hO3AeRL5iws/TW6dd6ASooI/AAAAAAAACp8/2yJjbD6zLws/s320/February%2B2011%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said in previous posts, I've been busier this month with subbing, doing preschool, trading babysitting, trying not to go crazy while dieting, and taking a little trip down to Utah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron, Elsie, and I flew down to Utah this past weekend to say farewell to Ashley, our niece, before she goes on her mission.  We were able to go to the temple to see her be sealed to her parents and then attend her farewell the next day.  It was so awesome!!  She is such an amazing young lady.  We had a good time hanging out with the family, visiting, playing games, eating (I'll admit, I took a MAJOR break from the diet!!), and seeing a few friends.  Aaron and I also got to go skiing the last day there with Jeff and Alexis.  I was so nervous (I couldn't get to sleep the night before...what is my problem??), but ended up having a fun time.  Everyone was very patient with me.  We were busy, busy but were so glad to have a little vacation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suffering from winter blues big-time!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2637785811938051016?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2637785811938051016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2637785811938051016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2637785811938051016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2637785811938051016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMGzKO0PlRg/TW6dfOBkHLI/AAAAAAAACqU/0mBqoaeNras/s72-c/February%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5393586785573131513</id><published>2011-02-14T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:39:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart you</title><content type='html'>So much to say, so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subbed today, so my Valentine's plans didn't amount to much.  I had a good day besides the fact that it was a party day...they were a little hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie got to go to a friend's house for the day, and she had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Aaron had decorated the entryway and had presents waiting for both of us.  It made us both very happy.  I love my little girl and I absolutely love my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5393586785573131513?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5393586785573131513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5393586785573131513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5393586785573131513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5393586785573131513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-you.html' title='I heart you'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5427321834151718174</id><published>2011-02-04T14:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:20:49.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far this month</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I was called into Cub Scouts as a Den Leader for the wolves (8-year-olds). It's kind of an intimidating calling for me, but I think it will be fun. We have to so many kids that age that I am the third leader for the group, so there will be lots of help. We had our Blue and Gold Banquet last night. I didn't have to do much planning for it, but it was fun to go and meet the boys. I am still holding out on buying a shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subbed two days this week. It has made for a busy week, but I'm so glad I'm getting more jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little Earl Girl Reunion brewing, and I'm super pumped about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm too busy trying to get myself excited about going running on a Friday afternoon after teaching all day. Probably not going to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5427321834151718174?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5427321834151718174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5427321834151718174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5427321834151718174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5427321834151718174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-far-this-month.html' title='So far this month'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8257029763862161489</id><published>2011-01-29T12:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:47:16.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W squared update</title><content type='html'>I'm down 5 lbs for the month of January!  Not too shabby considering Aaron and I went to Coldstone last weekend, I went to Cheesecake Factory with some girlfriends, and...oh, who am I trying to kid??...we've still eaten out every weekend.  I've just been trying to be extra good during the week and keep my workouts up.  I still have some pretty grumpy moments, but things are better overall.  Although, maybe you should ask Aaron about that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8257029763862161489?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8257029763862161489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8257029763862161489&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8257029763862161489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8257029763862161489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/w-squared-update.html' title='W squared update'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7913386668094035559</id><published>2011-01-28T11:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:43:38.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Five years ago today our boy, Paxton, was born.  We love him so much and wish he could be a part of family now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie was asking about him the other day.  We had been talking about how little boys like to wrestle and climb on things.  She asked about our little friend, Sam, and why he like to climb on things.  Then she asked, "Does my brother like to climb on things?"  I kind of chuckled and said, "I bet he does."  Then she asked about several things that he might climb on, including, "Does he climb on Jesus?"  How do you answer that one?!  I said, "Sure, why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always helps to talk about Paxton, and I love that Elsie knows about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7913386668094035559?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7913386668094035559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7913386668094035559&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7913386668094035559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7913386668094035559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1251649469484126371</id><published>2011-01-18T14:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:45:26.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party</title><content type='html'>Elsie wanted to have a friend birthday party this year, and has been looking forward to it since this past summer.  We debated over the theme and if it would be boys/girls or girls only.  We finally settled on a Princess theme, and, of course, no boys allowed...except Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and I passed out invitations to some of her friends inviting them to the royal celebration.  Everyone was also encouraged to dress up for the event.  All the girls were pretty excited!  I spent way more time worrying and preparing than I probably needed to for a 4-year-old's birthday party,but I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated the house with lots balloons, streamers, and a princess banner.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFo0AVQII/AAAAAAAACpw/E2kKxvWdLGw/s1600/birthday%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640588375769218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFo0AVQII/AAAAAAAACpw/E2kKxvWdLGw/s320/birthday%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was going to make a cool Princess cake, but Elsie said she only wanted to cupcakes.  I kept it pretty simple, not that I have much skill anyway.  We had funfetti and chocolate cupakes with pink frosting and purple sprinkles.  I put confetti all over the table, and decorated with princess figurines, princess plates, and fancy (but plastic) glasses.  The girls loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFoSBOp0I/AAAAAAAACpo/my61Mi3ADhY/s1600/birthday%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640579252725570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFoSBOp0I/AAAAAAAACpo/my61Mi3ADhY/s320/birthday%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the games we played was "Pin the Kiss on the Frog" and I had planned on drawing a cute, little frog for it.  The night before the party came, and it finally dawned on me that I can't draw.  I thought of calling one of the young women in our ward who is super talented to ask her to draw Naveen for me.  Look at what an awesome job she did!  She even hung around the party for a while to help out and play games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFn4mZPXI/AAAAAAAACpg/gCDqViEh7RM/s1600/birthday%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640572429286770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFn4mZPXI/AAAAAAAACpg/gCDqViEh7RM/s320/birthday%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the party guests.  Brooklyn, Elsie, Kadence, Kylee, Ellie, and Hailey.  (Lauren and Madison hadn't arrived yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFnIZwJTI/AAAAAAAACpY/syv3DDEaMnY/s1600/birthday%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640559491360050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFnIZwJTI/AAAAAAAACpY/syv3DDEaMnY/s320/birthday%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to play "Poisoned Apple" (like Hot Potato).  If they were holding the apple when the music stopped, they had to "fall asleep" and wait to woken by a "(hershey's) kiss".  They laughed and laughed so hard during this game.  It was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFmh1f-cI/AAAAAAAACpQ/r-Lq4XD7pFA/s1600/birthday%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640549138758082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFmh1f-cI/AAAAAAAACpQ/r-Lq4XD7pFA/s320/birthday%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE79yMJpI/AAAAAAAACpI/UGwKJLRuDzA/s1600/birthday%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563639817906693778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE79yMJpI/AAAAAAAACpI/UGwKJLRuDzA/s320/birthday%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lining up to kiss the frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE7UHEbJI/AAAAAAAACpA/5t38X2TuXjk/s1600/birthday%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563639806719978642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE7UHEbJI/AAAAAAAACpA/5t38X2TuXjk/s320/birthday%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE629sP2I/AAAAAAAACo4/EPf2yNXk3og/s1600/birthday%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563639798896017250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE629sP2I/AAAAAAAACo4/EPf2yNXk3og/s320/birthday%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also played Jasmine's Magical Carpets (like musical chairs) and Princess Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE6V3HGYI/AAAAAAAACow/ICl78fuWdVE/s1600/birthday%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563639790010046850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE6V3HGYI/AAAAAAAACow/ICl78fuWdVE/s320/birthday%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Shelly, helped me turn a big box into a castle with cut-out windows for a beanbag toss.  I was surprised at how much the girls like this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE5u__WBI/AAAAAAAACoo/1XGxOmlg5Jk/s1600/birthday%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563639779578304530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYE5u__WBI/AAAAAAAACoo/1XGxOmlg5Jk/s320/birthday%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things got a little crazy when it came time to open presents.  Elsie was so excited, but the other girls were SUPER excited for her to open their gifts.  They could hardly contain themselves.  There was a lot of screeching, yelling, oohing and aahing, giggling, and hugging.  I was so happy that Elsie was so grateful for everything she got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDXDoc7KI/AAAAAAAACog/KEdfpPdhBvE/s1600/birthday%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563638084309675170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDXDoc7KI/AAAAAAAACog/KEdfpPdhBvE/s200/birthday%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even gave everyone a hug after opening their present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDWlqYhXI/AAAAAAAACoY/h8JnYvzep_4/s1600/birthday%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563638076264711538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDWlqYhXI/AAAAAAAACoY/h8JnYvzep_4/s200/birthday%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDWI9eu7I/AAAAAAAACoQ/Ps-wO-oyHaQ/s1600/birthday%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563638068560182194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDWI9eu7I/AAAAAAAACoQ/Ps-wO-oyHaQ/s200/birthday%2B114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was time for cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDVrqKo5I/AAAAAAAACoI/XFbSLigTCic/s1600/birthday%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563638060694545298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDVrqKo5I/AAAAAAAACoI/XFbSLigTCic/s200/birthday%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were enough cupcakes for them all the have at least two.  Most of the girls could hardly finish one.  I might have gone a little overboard with those!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron was there the whole time helping me out and taking pictures/video.  He got all the party favor bags ready with smile on his face...and an awesome crown on his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDUx-hanI/AAAAAAAACoA/B_QzTY1D0Cg/s1600/birthday%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563638045210667634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYDUx-hanI/AAAAAAAACoA/B_QzTY1D0Cg/s200/birthday%2B121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party was a success!  I think everyone had a good time.  Elsie was in heaven!  And we all took a long nap afterward. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1251649469484126371?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1251649469484126371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1251649469484126371&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1251649469484126371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1251649469484126371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTYFo0AVQII/AAAAAAAACpw/E2kKxvWdLGw/s72-c/birthday%2B038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3201698187036146068</id><published>2011-01-18T13:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:08:19.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 4!!!</title><content type='html'>I know people say it all the time, but I can't believe my baby girl is FOUR years old!!  It's crazy.  Time has flown.  She's such a big girl who loves to talk!!!, to learn, to dance, to pretend, to play, to snuggle, and to be cute!  She's so funny...she really loves to make jokes and get a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with a little breakfast in bed. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-z_CGoCI/AAAAAAAACn4/6OW75RZ0JLk/s1600/birthday%2B22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563633083733155874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-z_CGoCI/AAAAAAAACn4/6OW75RZ0JLk/s320/birthday%2B22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as Aaron woke up, we let Elsie come out to the family room to see her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-MFHwqZI/AAAAAAAACnw/ofWtSIHfIYY/s1600/birthday%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563632398172727698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-MFHwqZI/AAAAAAAACnw/ofWtSIHfIYY/s320/birthday%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a Barbie Jeep.  (I really wanted to give her this for Christmas, but we didn't have room in our little car to take it to UT.  Aaron and I are really hoping she doesn't expect this kind of thing for every birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-L0LuRfI/AAAAAAAACno/9WV-OJdJzTY/s1600/birthday%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563632393625945586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-L0LuRfI/AAAAAAAACno/9WV-OJdJzTY/s320/birthday%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was excited.  But not as excited as I was expecting.  She showed more enthusiasm for the Barbie that came with the Jeep.  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-LkzUiUI/AAAAAAAACng/ZTa1MFqKO7E/s1600/birthday%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563632389497063746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-LkzUiUI/AAAAAAAACng/ZTa1MFqKO7E/s320/birthday%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did spend the rest of the day setting up camp in the Jeep.  We hadn't put the battery in yet, so it was just sitting in the family room.  It was like her little playhouse for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-LLvAHhI/AAAAAAAACnY/usaZ9nL5Ouo/s1600/birthday%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563632382768061970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-LLvAHhI/AAAAAAAACnY/usaZ9nL5Ouo/s320/birthday%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended the night with a Papa John's pizza and, Elsie's favorite, Garlic Butter dipping sauce.  Yeah, she pretty much drenches every bite with it.  So gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-K5uMM1I/AAAAAAAACnQ/od_hZGL8yUc/s1600/birthday%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563632377932821330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-K5uMM1I/AAAAAAAACnQ/od_hZGL8yUc/s320/birthday%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner, we put the battery in the car and took it outside for a drive.  She wasn't so sure about it and was kind of throwing a fit because she thought it was hard.  (It's not hard, but she thinks anything that requires a little physical effort is too much!)  Needless to say, Aaron and I were both a little frustrated...not a cheap little toy!  We chalked it up to bad timing (it was late and dark) and her being tired.  We tried it again yesterday and she had much more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3201698187036146068?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3201698187036146068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3201698187036146068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3201698187036146068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3201698187036146068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-4.html' title='She&apos;s 4!!!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX-z_CGoCI/AAAAAAAACn4/6OW75RZ0JLk/s72-c/birthday%2B22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3054117830262469235</id><published>2011-01-18T13:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:52:40.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elsie's Birthday Week Begins</title><content type='html'>A present from Grandma and Grandpa came in the mail a couple days before Elsie's birthday.  She couldn't resist opening it, and I didn't have the heart to stop her.  She was so excited that it was finally her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent her a jewelry box/purse, and it was the perfect present for Elsie!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8I_F2UKI/AAAAAAAACnI/qpmjtxD4PuQ/s1600/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563630145991233698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8I_F2UKI/AAAAAAAACnI/qpmjtxD4PuQ/s320/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8IRHgDfI/AAAAAAAACnA/6wQeM5WySgg/s1600/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563630133650132466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8IRHgDfI/AAAAAAAACnA/6wQeM5WySgg/s320/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves to have places to put little things.  Plus, it has a lock and a key that she thinks it pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8H663agI/AAAAAAAACm4/bw7lrZaYIgM/s1600/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563630127691557378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8H663agI/AAAAAAAACm4/bw7lrZaYIgM/s320/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some gold dollars in the box.  I asked Elsie what she wanted to get with her money.  She said she wanted to put them in her piggy bank and save them for Disneyland.  I guess I need to put her in charge of our finances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8Hb4-N_I/AAAAAAAACmw/3d8gcHMjrkU/s1600/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563630119362115570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8Hb4-N_I/AAAAAAAACmw/3d8gcHMjrkU/s320/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was also a cute "E" necklace in the box.  Elsie loves to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8GyCKe2I/AAAAAAAACmo/w64F_JkwqyQ/s1600/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563630108126378850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8GyCKe2I/AAAAAAAACmo/w64F_JkwqyQ/s320/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got some Princess Shrinky Dinks from Ang.  I totally forgot to take pictures while we were doing them.  We had so much fun!!!  I was seriously just as excited, in fact probably more, than Elsie!  Great-Grandma Wise and Greg/Piper sent her a little money as well.  In the piggy bank it went!  My neighbor brought her a Cinderella playset, which she also loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3054117830262469235?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3054117830262469235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3054117830262469235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3054117830262469235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3054117830262469235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/elsies-birthday-week-begins.html' title='Elsie&apos;s Birthday Week Begins'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TTX8I_F2UKI/AAAAAAAACnI/qpmjtxD4PuQ/s72-c/g%2Band%2Bg%2Bwise%2Bpresent%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2020329855874189612</id><published>2011-01-17T15:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:18:22.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reserved</title><content type='html'>This message is for Angie (and probably Grandma and Grandpa Wise, too).  I am reserving this space for a BIG birthday post.  I really have been busy.  I had the party Saturday, I had to teach yesterday, and I'm in charge of two days of preschool this week.  Plus, on a more positive note, Aaron didn't have to work today, so we've been getting all sorts of stuff done.  I promise to work on it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2020329855874189612?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2020329855874189612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2020329855874189612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2020329855874189612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2020329855874189612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/reserved.html' title='Reserved'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1649212850220180016</id><published>2011-01-15T15:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:44:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>We have officially survived Elsie's birthday week!  We ended it with an awesome princess party today.  I've got lots of pictures and video to share, but it's going to have to wait...I'M TIRED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1649212850220180016?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1649212850220180016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1649212850220180016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1649212850220180016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1649212850220180016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5549621641241998915</id><published>2011-01-07T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:31:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little pick-me-up</title><content type='html'>Sorry...enough with the downer post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need something to make you smile, check out Elsie's videos on my facebook. I LOVE THIS GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you aren't friends with me on facebook, let's be friends!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5549621641241998915?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5549621641241998915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5549621641241998915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5549621641241998915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5549621641241998915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-pick-me-up.html' title='A little pick-me-up'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6405819139900857670</id><published>2011-01-07T13:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:29:01.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only reason I have bad feelings toward Disney...</title><content type='html'>...is the movie "UP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I watched that movie, I was so not prepared for the whole first part where it shows Carl and Ellie's life together.  I cried, just like many of you, I'm sure.  It hit a little too close to home.  We recorded it for Elsie and started watching it with her again last night.  I remembered the part that made me a little emotional, but was not prepared for my reaction.  I sunk a little lower in the couch because I could feel my throat start to tighten and could feel the tears coming.  Then Elsie says something like, "She couldn't have her baby.  Some girls can have babies and some girls can't have babies."  And before I knew it, the tears started flowin'!  I tried to keep it under control, so she wouldn't see me.  I hid behind the blanket I was snuggling under, and I just wanted to cry so hard.  Aaron gave me a little squeeze on the leg (he knows if he puts too much attention on me, I'll get to the out-of-control crying stage!)  I feel like I have come to terms with the journey Aaron and I have had over the last nine years of trying to have kids, having and losing Paxton, the miracle of Elsie, the many disappoints and failed attempts, and finality of it as we have made our last attempts without the outcome we wanted.  For some reason, though, it hits me at certain times, and I just cry.  Elsie asked me as we watched the movie again today (seriously, child, why do you insist on this movie???), "Why can't some girls have babies?"  All I could say was, "I don't know, Els."  I don't know why things worked out the way they did.  I know there is nothing wrong or weird about getting emotional about it, but I wish I could just not think about it.  But, don't worry, I still love you, Disney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6405819139900857670?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6405819139900857670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6405819139900857670&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6405819139900857670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6405819139900857670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-and-only-reason-i-have-bad-feelings.html' title='The one and only reason I have bad feelings toward Disney...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6457707357294908579</id><published>2011-01-06T07:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:28:41.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W squared</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's Weight Watchers time again!!  This time, I'm being really good and actually doing it.  I started the day after we returned from Utah after Christmas.  I couldn't even wait for the new year...I was so disgusted with myself!  Good news, though, I was down 2 pounds at my second weigh-in today.  Encouraging.  I'm still waiting for this to get easier.  I've been a beast and have zero patience.  I've cried several times.  But standing on that scale did bring a little smile to my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6457707357294908579?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6457707357294908579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6457707357294908579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6457707357294908579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6457707357294908579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/w-squared.html' title='W squared'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3707262707204517465</id><published>2010-12-13T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:00:06.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!</title><content type='html'>This month has been really fun and festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with decorating the house. Elsie really enjoys helping me put ornaments on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029965791529618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWq2TvHCpI/AAAAAAAAClk/prl1lp7W1x8/s320/decorating%2B%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;Notice how they are all bunched at the bottom of the tree. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029972050446914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWq2rDWikI/AAAAAAAACls/A3-XqHL6neU/s320/decorating%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029973838996226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWq2xtxowI/AAAAAAAACl0/kzYELNpyu-I/s320/decorating%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029978435941762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWq3C1xdYI/AAAAAAAACl8/vNncmYfWirM/s320/decorating.JPG" /&gt;My friend and I hosted a cookie exchange, so Elsie and I made some sugar cookies for all the kids to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqY_nSSUI/AAAAAAAAClc/FFDLqPi1hAA/s1600/cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029462173796674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqY_nSSUI/AAAAAAAAClc/FFDLqPi1hAA/s320/cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqYQVAsCI/AAAAAAAAClU/fAUb6t-AVt8/s1600/cookies%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029449480679458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqYQVAsCI/AAAAAAAAClU/fAUb6t-AVt8/s320/cookies%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got together with some friends to decorate graham cracker houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqYHgi2DI/AAAAAAAAClM/Rju55vS24pI/s1600/houses%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029447113136178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqYHgi2DI/AAAAAAAAClM/Rju55vS24pI/s320/houses%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqXyYc8II/AAAAAAAAClE/_SBDDYAGmRQ/s1600/houses%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029441442050178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqXyYc8II/AAAAAAAAClE/_SBDDYAGmRQ/s320/houses%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqXW922KI/AAAAAAAACk8/9kGlFcgUpP8/s1600/houses%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550029434082744482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWqXW922KI/AAAAAAAACk8/9kGlFcgUpP8/s320/houses%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've had the Christmas music playing, and Elsie is learning the words to all the songs. We're all super fans of good ol' Bing Crosby stuff thanks to Aaron. Elsie has been opening the doors on her advent, and loves getting a little something every morning. I've got most of the my shopping done, but I can't figure out what to get Aaron. It always stresses me out...I am not a good gift giver. I think it's the perfectionist in me. Oh well, I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3707262707204517465?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3707262707204517465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3707262707204517465&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3707262707204517465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3707262707204517465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWq2TvHCpI/AAAAAAAAClk/prl1lp7W1x8/s72-c/decorating%2B%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-127089622569856064</id><published>2010-12-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:52:51.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>We got a bunch of snow a couple of weeks ago.  It was more snow than we've had in a long time.  Elsie and I bundled up and went down to our friends house to play.  I had to carry Elsie all the way down the road because the snow was too deep for her to walk in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some snowmen.  Our friend, Ellie, made this one all by herself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpxBqtI8I/AAAAAAAACk0/bKfH03B1N1Q/s1600/snow%2Bday%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028775530243010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpxBqtI8I/AAAAAAAACk0/bKfH03B1N1Q/s320/snow%2Bday%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqk2F-EI/AAAAAAAACks/-dT6AT43Tf8/s1600/snow%2Bday%2B7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028664714164290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqk2F-EI/AAAAAAAACks/-dT6AT43Tf8/s320/snow%2Bday%2B7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pam and I thought it would be fun to make BSU and BYU snowmen, so I made the trek back to my house to gather up some BYU gear.  We thought it turned out pretty cute!  When I showed Aaron the picture when he got home, he just said, "You guys are weird."  I guess he didn't appreciate our talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqWH28DI/AAAAAAAACkk/5Ia16U_WsY8/s1600/snow%2Bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028660762144818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqWH28DI/AAAAAAAACkk/5Ia16U_WsY8/s320/snow%2Bday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie got round two of playing when Daddy got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqByLE_I/AAAAAAAACkc/JB_5Zcj1_1I/s1600/snow%2Bplay%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028655302480882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpqByLE_I/AAAAAAAACkc/JB_5Zcj1_1I/s320/snow%2Bplay%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWppqKXX6I/AAAAAAAACkU/6qVEIFgo-Uo/s1600/snow%2Bplay%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028648961499042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWppqKXX6I/AAAAAAAACkU/6qVEIFgo-Uo/s320/snow%2Bplay%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWppU_EhnI/AAAAAAAACkM/svEqPvPLyb8/s1600/snow%2Bplay%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028643276981874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWppU_EhnI/AAAAAAAACkM/svEqPvPLyb8/s320/snow%2Bplay%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so grateful I got to enjoy the day with Elsie and didn't have to go anywhere.  I'm so grateful for a husband who gets out and shovels snow right away, so we can get around easier.  I'm so grateful we don't have this much snow all the time!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-127089622569856064?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/127089622569856064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=127089622569856064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/127089622569856064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/127089622569856064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWpxBqtI8I/AAAAAAAACk0/bKfH03B1N1Q/s72-c/snow%2Bday%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4727900926682489304</id><published>2010-12-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:46:05.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had such a great Thanksgiving!  We went up to Jared/Lindsay's house and spend the weekend with all my siblings.  Ang and Q came down from ML, and Mitch came in from New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was just the perfect weekend.  The kids played and played...I hardly saw Elsie at all.  We stayed up late, played lots of games, ate TONS of food, went out to eat without the kiddos, watched football, danced, visited, and went to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies went to see "Tangled" while the boys watched football.  Elsie had been looking forward to it so much.  Grandma and Grandpa Wise bought her this Rapunzel doll when we were down there last, and she sleeps with it every night.  She brought it to the theatre and held it for most of the movie.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjiAEi7DI/AAAAAAAACkE/eeqHoLt_Iqw/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021920333950002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjiAEi7DI/AAAAAAAACkE/eeqHoLt_Iqw/s320/Thanksgiving%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls having a water and popcorn "tea" party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjhs7tERI/AAAAAAAACj8/wMQqYEueOHQ/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021915196592402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjhs7tERI/AAAAAAAACj8/wMQqYEueOHQ/s320/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a lot of climbing, playing, wrestling, and horse-riding.  Carson is a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJ0f8_VI/AAAAAAAACj0/VIsAH4gR8fA/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021504910818642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJ0f8_VI/AAAAAAAACj0/VIsAH4gR8fA/s320/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, staying up late and having sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJo5JmwI/AAAAAAAACjs/SzACQUdiaVI/s1600/jl%2Bthanksiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021501795277570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJo5JmwI/AAAAAAAACjs/SzACQUdiaVI/s320/jl%2Bthanksiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJXUQhfI/AAAAAAAACjk/9PBqBP1rPZk/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021497077138930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjJXUQhfI/AAAAAAAACjk/9PBqBP1rPZk/s320/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving meal.  I made some rolls (my first time ever...they were pretty good and kept the kids fed for the next 4 days!).  We had a great turkey, lots of yummy side dished made by Mitch and Lindsay, and yummy desserts...pumpkin cheesecake and cupcakes.  Dessert is always my favorite part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjI9ssSpI/AAAAAAAACjc/B-g7-WqTF8Q/s1600/jl%2Bthanksgiving%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021490200300178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjI9ssSpI/AAAAAAAACjc/B-g7-WqTF8Q/s320/jl%2Bthanksgiving%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjIgxPizI/AAAAAAAACjU/KO8l_CbX-yo/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021482434759474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjIgxPizI/AAAAAAAACjU/KO8l_CbX-yo/s320/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4727900926682489304?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4727900926682489304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4727900926682489304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4727900926682489304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4727900926682489304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TQWjiAEi7DI/AAAAAAAACkE/eeqHoLt_Iqw/s72-c/Thanksgiving%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4052734515738458200</id><published>2010-12-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:37:57.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>I took Elsie and couple friends to a movie. They had a good time. I'll admit, I was a little nervous taking three girls all by mself, but they were so good. They sat in their seats and ate their treats. I snuck a few treats in for myself as well!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeZ5t38dI/AAAAAAAACjM/Tm4c5ja2EcE/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540305396934635986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeZ5t38dI/AAAAAAAACjM/Tm4c5ja2EcE/s320/198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some cute pictures of Elsie running. I just love the faces she makes when she's working hard and concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeSGMDBXI/AAAAAAAACjE/Bub8qdK3F_4/s1600/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540305262843463026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeSGMDBXI/AAAAAAAACjE/Bub8qdK3F_4/s320/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeRp-MWzI/AAAAAAAACi8/7A_afAu21VQ/s1600/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540305255269161778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeRp-MWzI/AAAAAAAACi8/7A_afAu21VQ/s320/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeRdHJrKI/AAAAAAAACi0/GbA1LJxe3U4/s1600/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540305251817073826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeRdHJrKI/AAAAAAAACi0/GbA1LJxe3U4/s320/running%2Bto%2Bdad%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4052734515738458200?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4052734515738458200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4052734515738458200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4052734515738458200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4052734515738458200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMeZ5t38dI/AAAAAAAACjM/Tm4c5ja2EcE/s72-c/198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8577725951470927660</id><published>2010-11-16T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:59:29.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' Robin</title><content type='html'>We went out to Red Robin while they were here.  So delicious and so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed all weekend about how different Q and Elsie are when it comes to personal space.  Elsie needs her space and Q loves to be in your space.  I think Q won this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbdmm6EYI/AAAAAAAACfk/lRTDkrrKmUc/s1600/red+robin+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535376349897298306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbdmm6EYI/AAAAAAAACfk/lRTDkrrKmUc/s320/red+robin+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbdXIln7I/AAAAAAAACfc/_YRM4gX-ulw/s1600/red+robin+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535376345743597490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbdXIln7I/AAAAAAAACfc/_YRM4gX-ulw/s320/red+robin+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbcwEegCI/AAAAAAAACfU/SGU3nq9FtSs/s1600/red+robin+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535376335257370658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbcwEegCI/AAAAAAAACfU/SGU3nq9FtSs/s320/red+robin+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbcT469bI/AAAAAAAACfM/kpGWC_wqLXk/s1600/red+robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535376327692711346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbcT469bI/AAAAAAAACfM/kpGWC_wqLXk/s320/red+robin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8577725951470927660?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8577725951470927660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8577725951470927660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8577725951470927660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8577725951470927660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/rockin-robin.html' title='Rockin&apos; Robin'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNGbdmm6EYI/AAAAAAAACfk/lRTDkrrKmUc/s72-c/red+robin+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-140306513516812497</id><published>2010-11-16T16:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:56:58.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween Post...very late</title><content type='html'>Halloween has come and gone and Thanksgiving is just next week.  Where does the time go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Elsie what she wanted to be for Halloween, and she was determined to be Sleeping Beauty.  I'll admit...not my favorite princess.  But she was not budging.  So I figured we would buy her an awesome costume from the Disney Store when we were in Utah.  She reminded me that she already had the costume in her dress-up box from Christmas and we didn't need to buy another one.  (So practical...it was taking the fun out of it for me!!)  Those weren't fancy enough for me, so we bought the nice dress from the store anyway.  But it was too itchy, so we returned it.  When we got home and were getting her costume ready for her preschool party, I suggested switching to the Cinderella dress-up because it came with more accessories (and I had the right clothes to wear under it to stay warm).  She went for it and LOVED it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUkKd2dlI/AAAAAAAACis/lnJvLnUmGOM/s1600/halloween%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540294578113246802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUkKd2dlI/AAAAAAAACis/lnJvLnUmGOM/s320/halloween%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ang and Q came down for Halloween weekend.  What a blast!  The first night we had Alysha and Myca (and families) over for dinner.  The next night we went to the ward Trunk-or-Treat.  Here's Elsie and Q modeling their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUjgRFsqI/AAAAAAAACik/OmRvdia1B50/s1600/photo%2B11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540294566785430178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUjgRFsqI/AAAAAAAACik/OmRvdia1B50/s320/photo%2B11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUjBQK1QI/AAAAAAAACic/hB1r6ScX9gA/s1600/halloween%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540294558460073218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUjBQK1QI/AAAAAAAACic/hB1r6ScX9gA/s320/halloween%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Q, Hailey, and Elsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUi2chSxI/AAAAAAAACiU/ilxGcWPtfxs/s1600/halloween%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540294555559086866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUi2chSxI/AAAAAAAACiU/ilxGcWPtfxs/s320/halloween%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUhxN_TXI/AAAAAAAACiM/Mt1HeA2ehn8/s1600/halloween%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540294536976092530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUhxN_TXI/AAAAAAAACiM/Mt1HeA2ehn8/s320/halloween%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and Q loved getting candy from everyone.  Am I the only one that thinks Trunk-or-Treat is pretty lame? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT2XWRQkI/AAAAAAAACiE/tIJmsp1d4UI/s1600/halloween%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540293791297126978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT2XWRQkI/AAAAAAAACiE/tIJmsp1d4UI/s320/halloween%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT1o2q-DI/AAAAAAAACh8/o5QPnk7hzDs/s1600/halloween%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540293778816563250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT1o2q-DI/AAAAAAAACh8/o5QPnk7hzDs/s320/halloween%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was time to carve a pumpkin.  Aaron usually gets pretty into it, but he was not feeling it this year.  He agreed to do one pumpkin, so I could take pictures.  I was trying to catch his concentration face, so he tried extra hard to just keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT1CwxatI/AAAAAAAACh0/SsPUZhQJb1U/s1600/halloween%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540293768591272658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT1CwxatI/AAAAAAAACh0/SsPUZhQJb1U/s320/halloween%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little bit of concentration...not as good as it usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT0TEG5nI/AAAAAAAAChs/vbmBAK6eDBo/s1600/halloween%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540293755787470450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMT0TEG5nI/AAAAAAAAChs/vbmBAK6eDBo/s320/halloween%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie, on the other hand, was doing some major concentrating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTzxeVrzI/AAAAAAAAChk/s6k5qv8W1QQ/s1600/halloween%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540293746770685746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTzxeVrzI/AAAAAAAAChk/s6k5qv8W1QQ/s320/halloween%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good job, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTG32TUkI/AAAAAAAAChc/OVJ5tCJs1Wg/s1600/halloween%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540292975387693634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTG32TUkI/AAAAAAAAChc/OVJ5tCJs1Wg/s320/halloween%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTF9yIPbI/AAAAAAAAChU/70Y6VaiEeWw/s1600/halloween%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540292959800933810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTF9yIPbI/AAAAAAAAChU/70Y6VaiEeWw/s320/halloween%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTE9GmiXI/AAAAAAAAChM/ygmIDvN5E1k/s1600/halloween%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540292942438500722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTE9GmiXI/AAAAAAAAChM/ygmIDvN5E1k/s320/halloween%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Aaron was carving, Ang was keeping the girls happy with a little dancing.  The hit of the evening was "Time Warp". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTCoOAReI/AAAAAAAAChE/Vg14_zMriq4/s1600/halloween%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540292902472664546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMTCoOAReI/AAAAAAAAChE/Vg14_zMriq4/s320/halloween%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMS_brSLmI/AAAAAAAACg8/Lck5RC7otf0/s1600/halloween%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540292847566204514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMS_brSLmI/AAAAAAAACg8/Lck5RC7otf0/s320/halloween%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q also found a nice comfy spot under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR_5ZXJvI/AAAAAAAACg0/3iSYAPoWLpY/s1600/halloween%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291756032468722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR_5ZXJvI/AAAAAAAACg0/3iSYAPoWLpY/s320/halloween%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved having them here to visit and hang out.  Ang and I made some delicious peanut butter, chocolate, and pretzel cupcakes, Aaron watched the girls while Ang and I went out to a movie, we did a little shopping, handed out candy to trick-or-treaters, and had lots of playtime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elsie played on Angie's iphone.  She loved the memory game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR-2vz2FI/AAAAAAAACgs/p4PsmAitJ4g/s1600/halloween%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291738141448274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR-2vz2FI/AAAAAAAACgs/p4PsmAitJ4g/s320/halloween%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR-a-xbOI/AAAAAAAACgk/DAzX66DITdQ/s1600/halloween%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291730688011490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR-a-xbOI/AAAAAAAACgk/DAzX66DITdQ/s320/halloween%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR8Y5c7TI/AAAAAAAACgc/05yhtegROfY/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291695769087282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR8Y5c7TI/AAAAAAAACgc/05yhtegROfY/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We handed out candy both Saturday and Sunday night.  The girls loved it.  In fact, they didn't even care to go out and trick-or-treat.  I didn't mind staying in, but it does concern me just a tad that my child doesn't care to collect crazy amounts of candy.  Where did she come from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR77u1gaI/AAAAAAAACgU/oOeMm2_d4tY/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291687939932578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMR77u1gaI/AAAAAAAACgU/oOeMm2_d4tY/s320/photo%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's to a great Thanksgiving and Christmas!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-140306513516812497?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/140306513516812497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=140306513516812497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/140306513516812497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/140306513516812497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-halloween-postvery-late.html' title='My Halloween Post...very late'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TOMUkKd2dlI/AAAAAAAACis/lnJvLnUmGOM/s72-c/halloween%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-327567460346377762</id><published>2010-11-03T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:28:20.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Dentist</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days when your little one makes you so happy and you just love them so much for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those days when I took Elsie to the dentist for the first time. I was a little nervous about taking her because she doesn't like getting dirty, she has major texture issues and gag reflex issues, and she can be a little stubborn. I know it can be so hard for kids...three years of working in a dental office. But we talked about it a lot and she was so excited to go. She was amazing!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbOnIxHII/AAAAAAAACd8/fdkjKEJP8h0/s1600/dentist+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534953879876213890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbOnIxHII/AAAAAAAACd8/fdkjKEJP8h0/s320/dentist+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as the assistant put the sunglasses on Elsie, she thought she was as cool as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbOfh_l-I/AAAAAAAACd0/fk_B23Vj7Eo/s1600/dentist+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534953877834536930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbOfh_l-I/AAAAAAAACd0/fk_B23Vj7Eo/s320/dentist+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She cooperated so well and did everything the assistant and dentist told her to do. I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbODklwpI/AAAAAAAACds/-Y9Xa9YyzM4/s1600/dentist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534953870329234066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbODklwpI/AAAAAAAACds/-Y9Xa9YyzM4/s320/dentist.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the best part of all...NO CAVITIES!! Hopefully she's inherited my teeth since I've still never had a cavity. Just had to mention that! But she's got a funky bite. It looks like expanders and braces in her future. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-327567460346377762?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/327567460346377762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=327567460346377762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/327567460346377762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/327567460346377762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-trip-to-dentist.html' title='First Trip to the Dentist'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAbOnIxHII/AAAAAAAACd8/fdkjKEJP8h0/s72-c/dentist+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5381208023575461615</id><published>2010-11-03T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:42:13.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Party</title><content type='html'>Elsie's preschool Halloween party was the beginning of our festivities.  Stephanie did such a great job of planning fun games, cute songs, and yummy treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey, Elsie, Ryan, and Rylan&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNmkX01I/AAAAAAAACek/vUjP59sSyNA/s1600/preschool+halloween+party+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534958260590203730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNmkX01I/AAAAAAAACek/vUjP59sSyNA/s320/preschool+halloween+party+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pin the nose on the pumpkin.  Rylan was Elsie's assistant.  He kinda likes to be real close to her...all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNTP-_uI/AAAAAAAACec/mq1t6ygOxCg/s1600/preschool+halloween+party+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534958255404416738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNTP-_uI/AAAAAAAACec/mq1t6ygOxCg/s320/preschool+halloween+party+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cleanest cake decorator you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNBUo2MI/AAAAAAAACeU/irc83WKvLOA/s1600/preschool+halloween+party+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534958250592098498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNBUo2MI/AAAAAAAACeU/irc83WKvLOA/s320/preschool+halloween+party+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfMMGmvSI/AAAAAAAACeM/KQ8J9wGiUzg/s1600/preschool+halloween+party+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534958236306160930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfMMGmvSI/AAAAAAAACeM/KQ8J9wGiUzg/s320/preschool+halloween+party+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfLi4CifI/AAAAAAAACeE/73nHtZHKi4A/s1600/preschool+halloween+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534958225239214578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfLi4CifI/AAAAAAAACeE/73nHtZHKi4A/s320/preschool+halloween+party.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5381208023575461615?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5381208023575461615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5381208023575461615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5381208023575461615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5381208023575461615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/preschool-party.html' title='Preschool Party'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TNAfNmkX01I/AAAAAAAACek/vUjP59sSyNA/s72-c/preschool+halloween+party+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5887901957616400114</id><published>2010-11-01T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:45:20.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...and catching up on October</title><content type='html'>Wow, the month of October is gone, and I haven't blogged anything.  Well here's the beginning of it (and a few other posts).  I'll be catching up over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little preview of Halloween fun.  Elsie was Cinderella for Halloween.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM80inVCAGI/AAAAAAAACdk/fNkMBL-f8DY/s1600/halloween+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700236339019874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM80inVCAGI/AAAAAAAACdk/fNkMBL-f8DY/s320/halloween+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5887901957616400114?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5887901957616400114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5887901957616400114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5887901957616400114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5887901957616400114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenand-catching-up-on-october.html' title='Halloween...and catching up on October'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM80inVCAGI/AAAAAAAACdk/fNkMBL-f8DY/s72-c/halloween+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7415813978772302650</id><published>2010-11-01T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:42:55.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowin' in the wind</title><content type='html'>A pile of leaves and a windy day...perfect for fun with friends!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zw7uqkxI/AAAAAAAACdc/RmMlfVTijSE/s1600/leaves+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699382821786386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zw7uqkxI/AAAAAAAACdc/RmMlfVTijSE/s320/leaves+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zwbM2VTI/AAAAAAAACdU/wKpv3CpWZGA/s1600/leaves+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699374090016050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zwbM2VTI/AAAAAAAACdU/wKpv3CpWZGA/s320/leaves+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zwOhYy5I/AAAAAAAACdM/WawbuSN_Aj8/s1600/leaves+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699370686499730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zwOhYy5I/AAAAAAAACdM/WawbuSN_Aj8/s320/leaves+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zv3PBzHI/AAAAAAAACdE/Smznxh3sGbA/s1600/leaves+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699364435479666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zv3PBzHI/AAAAAAAACdE/Smznxh3sGbA/s320/leaves+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zvWug5XI/AAAAAAAACc8/c9PomiVn230/s1600/leaves+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699355709171058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zvWug5XI/AAAAAAAACc8/c9PomiVn230/s320/leaves+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7415813978772302650?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7415813978772302650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7415813978772302650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7415813978772302650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7415813978772302650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blowin-in-wind.html' title='Blowin&apos; in the wind'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8zw7uqkxI/AAAAAAAACdc/RmMlfVTijSE/s72-c/leaves+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5585065466617777564</id><published>2010-11-01T15:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:35:59.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Elsie and me on my birthday. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8wFbhViwI/AAAAAAAACc0/APdqDghjBVI/s1600/october+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534695336906689282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8wFbhViwI/AAAAAAAACc0/APdqDghjBVI/s320/october+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned 32 this month.  Oh, that's hard to admit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5585065466617777564?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5585065466617777564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5585065466617777564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5585065466617777564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5585065466617777564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8wFbhViwI/AAAAAAAACc0/APdqDghjBVI/s72-c/october+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6057341477837431358</id><published>2010-11-01T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:23:33.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While we were getting "LOST"</title><content type='html'>Elsie chilled in our bed, watched movies, and ate candy.  She didn't mind too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was mostly toward the end when we wanted to watch it any chance we could get.  We could no longer wait until she was in bed.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8vcmSeuEI/AAAAAAAACcs/GYnNwwacmmo/s1600/october+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534694635422529602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8vcmSeuEI/AAAAAAAACcs/GYnNwwacmmo/s320/october+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6057341477837431358?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6057341477837431358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6057341477837431358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6057341477837431358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6057341477837431358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/while-we-were-getting-lost.html' title='While we were getting &quot;LOST&quot;'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TM8vcmSeuEI/AAAAAAAACcs/GYnNwwacmmo/s72-c/october+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-5071837636937689278</id><published>2010-10-17T17:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:40:26.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>Yes, in less than three months time, Aaron and I have watched all 6 seasons of LOST. I feel like I've accomplished something very huge! I'm sad it's over. (Does that sound pathetic?!) I kinda can't believe how much time we spent watching it, but we became obsessed and couldn't stop. I haven't cried from a show/movie in a long while like I did during a few of the episodes. We're talking major tears! And I have determined that I must get arms like Kate's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-5071837636937689278?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5071837636937689278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=5071837636937689278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5071837636937689278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/5071837636937689278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7221421240832404133</id><published>2010-10-16T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:37:54.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I HATE about Fall...</title><content type='html'>...FANTASY FOOTBALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7221421240832404133?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7221421240832404133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7221421240832404133&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7221421240832404133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7221421240832404133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-hate-about-fall.html' title='What I HATE about Fall...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3576991790341828282</id><published>2010-09-23T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:39:01.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's randoms</title><content type='html'>Elsie won't touch macaroni and cheese, but she is downing a bowl of feta cheese.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think it's fun to see how many dishes I can fit into the dishwasher before I start it?  I especially love when there are odd-sized and shaped things that require extra thought.  It's like a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of the boys at preschool today kept telling me that I am so funny!  I don't really hear that much, so I was feeling pretty awesome about myself.  It totally doesn't matter that he's a three-year-old, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3576991790341828282?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3576991790341828282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3576991790341828282&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3576991790341828282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3576991790341828282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/todays-randoms.html' title='Today&apos;s randoms'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1083942609663504949</id><published>2010-09-14T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:18:11.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer visit to Utah</title><content type='html'>The great thing about being a stay at home mom is that I can do whatever I want whenever I want for how long I want...as long as it involves keeping Elsie happy.  Elsie and I were able to fly to Utah a few days earlier than Aaron and hang out with Grandma and Grandpa Wise.  I really enjoyed getting to visit with them, watch them play with Elsie, and enjoy some down time by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we met with other cousins and aunts at a splash park in Highland.  The best part about this park is that it had this little stream that flowed through all sorts of rocks and was really shallow.  Elsie could not get enough of it.  She loved running through it, climbing on the rocks, letting her shoes go and catching them...she was in heaven.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiahCeKgI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Um-k3Nu6lLI/s1600/AUG.+2010+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515328901353449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiahCeKgI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Um-k3Nu6lLI/s320/AUG.+2010+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiaJXfxRI/AAAAAAAACcI/LaLGwgA1n4U/s1600/AUG.+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515328894999184658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiaJXfxRI/AAAAAAAACcI/LaLGwgA1n4U/s320/AUG.+2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiZkbOrHI/AAAAAAAACcA/VBDbtnXCoRI/s1600/AUG.+2010+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515328885082729586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiZkbOrHI/AAAAAAAACcA/VBDbtnXCoRI/s320/AUG.+2010+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day we all (Aaron was there by this time) went up to Deer Creek with Grandma and Grandpa.  We found a nice little beach area where nobody else was and set up our stuff.  We had yummy snacks, umbrellas for shade, and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphat-Y4DI/AAAAAAAACb4/ngd8G64Wotc/s1600/utah+august+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327805314359346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphat-Y4DI/AAAAAAAACb4/ngd8G64Wotc/s320/utah+august+2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The raft was a big hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphaEO0TRI/AAAAAAAACbw/x-0S40kXAdY/s1600/utah+august+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327794108976402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphaEO0TRI/AAAAAAAACbw/x-0S40kXAdY/s320/utah+august+2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this picture of Gary trying to get on the other raft.  That's payback for making me get in the cold water.  (Now, I just have to figure out how to get Aaron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphZzXSd1I/AAAAAAAACbo/MqWNezGY0js/s1600/utah+august+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327789581104978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphZzXSd1I/AAAAAAAACbo/MqWNezGY0js/s320/utah+august+2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphZa33RlI/AAAAAAAACbg/ES4NdI_HBmo/s1600/utah+august+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327783006848594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphZa33RlI/AAAAAAAACbg/ES4NdI_HBmo/s320/utah+august+2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron went for a swim in the lake, and Gary and Elsie followed him on the raft.  Elsie was so comfy on Grandpa's back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphY7Dz0_I/AAAAAAAACbY/dt4rQb1NTI0/s1600/utah+august+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327774467019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphY7Dz0_I/AAAAAAAACbY/dt4rQb1NTI0/s320/utah+august+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphAqH0KEI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Jkh8nZDauTo/s1600/utah+august+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327357603555394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphAqH0KEI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Jkh8nZDauTo/s320/utah+august+2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphACtyIbI/AAAAAAAACbI/Tp_KY1utVbM/s1600/utah+august+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327347025387954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIphACtyIbI/AAAAAAAACbI/Tp_KY1utVbM/s320/utah+august+2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gary, Aaron, and Elsie were skipping rocks.  I tried one.  I didn't skip.  I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg_j3MoKI/AAAAAAAACbA/ifNSK0wJaDw/s1600/utah+august+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327338743373986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg_j3MoKI/AAAAAAAACbA/ifNSK0wJaDw/s320/utah+august+2010+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, how I love getting my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg_EvrUII/AAAAAAAACa4/8Ir-H9zwyBI/s1600/utah+august+2010+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327330390331522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg_EvrUII/AAAAAAAACa4/8Ir-H9zwyBI/s320/utah+august+2010+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elsie crashed as soon as we got home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg-vXrl5I/AAAAAAAACaw/zlhIv7PIuzQ/s1600/utah+august+2010+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515327324652541842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpg-vXrl5I/AAAAAAAACaw/zlhIv7PIuzQ/s320/utah+august+2010+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great trip as usual.  Aaron and I got to go out on a couple dates, we played games, ate great food, and went swimming just about every day.  But, we didn't get to see some of our family...that was a bummer!  We won't let that happen again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1083942609663504949?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1083942609663504949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1083942609663504949&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1083942609663504949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1083942609663504949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-visit-to-utah.html' title='Summer visit to Utah'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpiahCeKgI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Um-k3Nu6lLI/s72-c/AUG.+2010+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8185318241204641458</id><published>2010-09-10T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:38:28.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>comfy</title><content type='html'>Elsie getting comfy after finishing her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, so I'll admit we still eat in the family room at the ottoman.  We just can't get over that habit, and Elsie is such a neat eater that we can get away with it.  And we watch "House Hunters" every day while we eat dinner.  Elsie even loves to pick which house she thinks they'll choose.  Love it.) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpeH42QHOI/AAAAAAAACao/vdBB8x4yxWA/s1600/loungin%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515324183280622818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpeH42QHOI/AAAAAAAACao/vdBB8x4yxWA/s320/loungin%27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8185318241204641458?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8185318241204641458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8185318241204641458&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8185318241204641458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8185318241204641458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/comfy.html' title='comfy'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpeH42QHOI/AAAAAAAACao/vdBB8x4yxWA/s72-c/loungin%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3205708137851363230</id><published>2010-09-10T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:32:18.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer evening</title><content type='html'>Elsie and I hanging out in the backyard while Aaron plays with Charlie.  That's how we spend our summer evenings.  Just perfect.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdQBg4N4I/AAAAAAAACag/k2qLSOx4LSI/s1600/July+evening.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515323223534221186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdQBg4N4I/AAAAAAAACag/k2qLSOx4LSI/s320/July+evening.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdP4Nil6I/AAAAAAAACaY/2Mb2bxhmM3s/s1600/July+evening+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515323221037193122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdP4Nil6I/AAAAAAAACaY/2Mb2bxhmM3s/s320/July+evening+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdPcwoUSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/tkpWiEdmfJI/s1600/July+evening+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515323213668176162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdPcwoUSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/tkpWiEdmfJI/s320/July+evening+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdNSz264I/AAAAAAAACaI/5NuQJTDUJ6c/s1600/July+evening+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515323176637623170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdNSz264I/AAAAAAAACaI/5NuQJTDUJ6c/s320/July+evening+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3205708137851363230?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3205708137851363230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3205708137851363230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3205708137851363230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3205708137851363230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-evening.html' title='summer evening'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TIpdQBg4N4I/AAAAAAAACag/k2qLSOx4LSI/s72-c/July+evening.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4574342233224001571</id><published>2010-09-09T11:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:39:36.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fall is here</title><content type='html'>I've had a little dark cloud hanging over me for a while, and it's gone.  I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to fall...celebrating my birthday month, taking a week off with Aaron in October, subbing in the elementary schools to try to get back in the teaching groove, enjoying the milder temperatures, helping with a preschool/play group with Elsie, and feeling happy and having fun with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great visit from Jared/Lindsay this past weekend. We loved having them here!! We all enjoyed the company, but Elsie was especially happy and content. I have to some cute pictures from that visit and the rest of summer. But, just like always, I'm behind on blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4574342233224001571?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4574342233224001571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4574342233224001571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4574342233224001571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4574342233224001571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-my-head.html' title='fall is here'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6204602699327631987</id><published>2010-08-18T10:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:42:07.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?!</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of "diet" (or not eating crap all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a permanent headache since Monday, I've been way too emotional - major cry fest!, I got mad at Aaron for chewing his almond M&amp;amp;M's too loud (really I was just jealous that I wasn't eating them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what happens when you're used to having strawberry pie every other night and eating several bowls of cereal each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping things will get better over the next few days! I've done it before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6204602699327631987?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6204602699327631987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6204602699327631987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6204602699327631987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6204602699327631987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1056482010844695139</id><published>2010-08-17T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:29:25.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmett Triathlon</title><content type='html'>Aaron competed in another triathlon a couple weekends ago.  He had a good time, did better than the one in July, and we got to be there to watch!  We drove up to the reservoir to watch the swimming start, but we had to leave right away because they wouldn't let anyone out of the park once the race started.  We were sad to miss that, and we didn't get any pictures.  So Elsie and I headed back in to town to find a spot to watch.  We thought we'd be able to drive around and see him on his back in a few different spots but it was too hard to manage with Elsie and not knowing the town very well.  We found a perfect little spot to sit and watch all the bikers come in to the second transition area.  As soon as we saw Aaron, we both started cheering and screaming so loud!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruoclZ14I/AAAAAAAACZ8/viezC4LalZw/s1600/emmett+triathlon+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475873049106306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruoclZ14I/AAAAAAAACZ8/viezC4LalZw/s320/emmett+triathlon+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGrun-ceqKI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hPvTG315kNQ/s1600/emmett+triathlon+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475864958609570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGrun-ceqKI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hPvTG315kNQ/s320/emmett+triathlon+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was standing right across from him as he was getting his running stuff on and yelling out his name.  As you can see, he didn't notice me at all.  He told me after the race that he doesn't remember hearing me or seeing either of us.  He was in the zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGrunWrpePI/AAAAAAAACZs/iCMg39TabV8/s1600/emmett+triathlon+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475854284814578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGrunWrpePI/AAAAAAAACZs/iCMg39TabV8/s320/emmett+triathlon+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie was a trooper!  We had to sit in the sun and wait and wait.  Love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruXJ_gR1I/AAAAAAAACZk/NFaaBQivCS0/s1600/emmett+triathlon+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475576000530258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruXJ_gR1I/AAAAAAAACZk/NFaaBQivCS0/s320/emmett+triathlon+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruWglKJ2I/AAAAAAAACZc/_mOm70iY_cY/s1600/emmett+triathlon+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475564884174690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruWglKJ2I/AAAAAAAACZc/_mOm70iY_cY/s320/emmett+triathlon+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a loop that they had to run twice that came right by the finish line.  We got to see him in action.  I think it's just cruel to let them come so close to the finish line and then make them run 3 more miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruWE4yTzI/AAAAAAAACZU/AFKvrtzRPZc/s1600/emmett+triathlon+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475557450305330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruWE4yTzI/AAAAAAAACZU/AFKvrtzRPZc/s320/emmett+triathlon+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming up on the finish line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruV_NaPbI/AAAAAAAACZM/P3XyyLnvFHU/s1600/emmett+triathlon+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475555926195634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruV_NaPbI/AAAAAAAACZM/P3XyyLnvFHU/s320/emmett+triathlon+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture...with a very tired Elsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruVfSiI7I/AAAAAAAACZE/VJQnVcQXE9U/s1600/emmett+triathlon+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475547357750194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruVfSiI7I/AAAAAAAACZE/VJQnVcQXE9U/s320/emmett+triathlon+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great day.  We loved cheering Aaron on and watching for some other friends from our ward who were also participating.  I think I might've even caught the triathlon bug...we'll see.  Only down side to the day is Aaron's wedding ring came off in the lake while he was swimming.  He wanted a new one anyway...I think he did it on purpose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1056482010844695139?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1056482010844695139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1056482010844695139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1056482010844695139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1056482010844695139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/emmett-triathlon.html' title='Emmett Triathlon'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TGruoclZ14I/AAAAAAAACZ8/viezC4LalZw/s72-c/emmett+triathlon+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4833882827553330128</id><published>2010-08-04T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:41:17.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy loves smart girls</title><content type='html'>Aaron always tells Elsie that he loves girls that are smart (I guess I fall into that category...at least I was once upon a time).  The other day I was complimenting her on her artwork and telling her what a smarty pants she was for being able to write her name (and spell it on her own...I know I'm bragging!).  She said, "Daddy loves smart girls!"  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnPyL-83rI/AAAAAAAACY8/0MbVCsrRl2Y/s1600/elsie+name.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501656880927006386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnPyL-83rI/AAAAAAAACY8/0MbVCsrRl2Y/s320/elsie+name.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4833882827553330128?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4833882827553330128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4833882827553330128&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4833882827553330128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4833882827553330128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/daddy-loves-smart-girls.html' title='Daddy loves smart girls'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnPyL-83rI/AAAAAAAACY8/0MbVCsrRl2Y/s72-c/elsie+name.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1977016867167314693</id><published>2010-08-04T11:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:51:31.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spudman</title><content type='html'>Aaron has really enjoyed training for and doing triathlons. I don't know how he does it (especially the swimming), but we enjoy watching him and cheering him on! Aaron had a his first triathlon of the summer the Saturday following the 4th. He had come home earlier that week from Washington so he could work and get ready for the race. Elsie and I stayed up there to hang out with family and then woke up REALLY early Saturday morning and drove to Boise from Jared and Lindsay's house. We wanted to be able to be there when he finished the race! We made it in time and were waiting for him at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie was ready to give him two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501613806568453138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmom7fltBI/AAAAAAAACYE/eVzGLJiXuTE/s320/spudman+triathlon+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray! He finished! He was pretty dead after this race because they didn't have any energy stuff along the way that most races have. But he still looks happy...love that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmomYgrj0I/AAAAAAAACX8/iR_Brf_e8Ac/s1600/spudman+triathlon+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501613797177790274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmomYgrj0I/AAAAAAAACX8/iR_Brf_e8Ac/s320/spudman+triathlon+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all enjoyed the after race snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmomPM9NWI/AAAAAAAACX0/GL6LANmxyDY/s1600/spudman+triathlon+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501613794679141730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmomPM9NWI/AAAAAAAACX0/GL6LANmxyDY/s320/spudman+triathlon+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so proud of Aaron! Elsie loves watching him race and can't stop talking about wanting to do races with Daddy. In a few years we'll have to sign her up for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Horrible picture of me...I had been driving for 5 hours and didn't do my hair!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmolnTyUPI/AAAAAAAACXs/plj12CEubdY/s1600/spudman+triathlon+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501613783970369778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmolnTyUPI/AAAAAAAACXs/plj12CEubdY/s320/spudman+triathlon+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has another race this weekend in Emmett. We get to watch the whole thing this time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1977016867167314693?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1977016867167314693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1977016867167314693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1977016867167314693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1977016867167314693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/spudman.html' title='Spudman'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFmom7fltBI/AAAAAAAACYE/eVzGLJiXuTE/s72-c/spudman+triathlon+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4980762325337288817</id><published>2010-08-04T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:35:51.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Charlie Pics</title><content type='html'>I am horrible at taking pictures, but these are the best we have of our cute, little puppy, Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is at 16 weeks.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOqKPxwpI/AAAAAAAACYs/3iqhDgCZuiA/s1600/Charlie+16+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655643510129298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOqKPxwpI/AAAAAAAACYs/3iqhDgCZuiA/s320/Charlie+16+wks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOpumi6vI/AAAAAAAACYk/Zh4QwdJURlQ/s1600/Charlie+16+wks+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655636089432818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOpumi6vI/AAAAAAAACYk/Zh4QwdJURlQ/s320/Charlie+16+wks+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here at 19 weeks.  We think he's hit a bit of a plateau.  I'm sure he'll get taller, but I wish he would stay this size.  I can handle this size and it's not too big for Elsie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOpFBkQDI/AAAAAAAACYc/ApAsBvCR6MQ/s1600/Charlie+19+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655624928477234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOpFBkQDI/AAAAAAAACYc/ApAsBvCR6MQ/s320/Charlie+19+wks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOoUY0FVI/AAAAAAAACYU/XqaSUske4JI/s1600/Charlie+19+wks+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655611872646482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOoUY0FVI/AAAAAAAACYU/XqaSUske4JI/s320/Charlie+19+wks+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOn9We59I/AAAAAAAACYM/JYxQLrkcEig/s1600/Charlie+19+wks+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655605688854482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOn9We59I/AAAAAAAACYM/JYxQLrkcEig/s320/Charlie+19+wks+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4980762325337288817?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4980762325337288817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4980762325337288817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4980762325337288817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4980762325337288817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-charlie-pics.html' title='More Charlie Pics'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TFnOqKPxwpI/AAAAAAAACYs/3iqhDgCZuiA/s72-c/Charlie+16+wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8071874235334760413</id><published>2010-08-04T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:29:29.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie - about 13 weeks old</title><content type='html'>Rarely am I in a picture with Charlie, so here it is!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8gB3YpVI/AAAAAAAACV0/h9Pt2Wrdx7Q/s1600/charlie+13+wksish+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795072485598546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8gB3YpVI/AAAAAAAACV0/h9Pt2Wrdx7Q/s320/charlie+13+wksish+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8fSteCKI/AAAAAAAACVs/EbElACT-hsU/s1600/charlie+13+wksish+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795059827542178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8fSteCKI/AAAAAAAACVs/EbElACT-hsU/s320/charlie+13+wksish+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8e7O5C6I/AAAAAAAACVk/lw3J1w6iJIY/s1600/charlie+13+wksish+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795053525273506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8e7O5C6I/AAAAAAAACVk/lw3J1w6iJIY/s320/charlie+13+wksish+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8071874235334760413?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8071874235334760413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8071874235334760413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8071874235334760413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8071874235334760413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/charlie-about-13-weeks-old.html' title='Charlie - about 13 weeks old'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET8gB3YpVI/AAAAAAAACV0/h9Pt2Wrdx7Q/s72-c/charlie+13+wksish+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4020389676130071348</id><published>2010-07-23T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:04:09.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer birthday fun</title><content type='html'>Elsie went to a friend's birthday party the other day and one of my friends that was helping took these cute pictures of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the crack?  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXzLWpq9I/AAAAAAAACXk/aoKgS9r4ToM/s1600/Ellie+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497302831891852242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXzLWpq9I/AAAAAAAACXk/aoKgS9r4ToM/s320/Ellie+party.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyxX_9ZI/AAAAAAAACXc/eG9DVue7re8/s1600/Ellie+party+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497302824918185362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyxX_9ZI/AAAAAAAACXc/eG9DVue7re8/s320/Ellie+party+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyRhjJHI/AAAAAAAACXU/tsRjvCN1vxs/s1600/Ellie+party+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497302816368305266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyRhjJHI/AAAAAAAACXU/tsRjvCN1vxs/s320/Ellie+party+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyB8q60I/AAAAAAAACXM/4xx8t0ALzs8/s1600/Ellie+party+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497302812187093826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXyB8q60I/AAAAAAAACXM/4xx8t0ALzs8/s320/Ellie+party+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4020389676130071348?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4020389676130071348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4020389676130071348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4020389676130071348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4020389676130071348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-birthday-fun.html' title='summer birthday fun'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEpXzLWpq9I/AAAAAAAACXk/aoKgS9r4ToM/s72-c/Ellie+party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1170461463014326254</id><published>2010-07-23T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:00:34.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the hangout</title><content type='html'>There's a fun pool and splash park that we go to a lot during the summer because it's cheap and it's a bit more fun that the plastic pool in the backyard.  It usually takes Elsie about 1/2 hour to decide she actually wants to be there unless Aaron is with us.  Then she's all smiles and full of energy.  I guess I'm just not as fun.  It could be that I'm usually there with friends and we tend to talk more than play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie loves the play with the fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9uQm9ztI/AAAAAAAACWc/_QmYEG9jTGE/s1600/lakeview+june+26+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796416473059026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9uQm9ztI/AAAAAAAACWc/_QmYEG9jTGE/s320/lakeview+june+26+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sit on the fountains.  And stay there for a long time.  Hmm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9t8xUDSI/AAAAAAAACWU/VPl8LsUUdIY/s1600/lakeview+june+26+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796411147750690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9t8xUDSI/AAAAAAAACWU/VPl8LsUUdIY/s320/lakeview+june+26+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving some attitude to Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9tBYMhDI/AAAAAAAACWM/HYHtbb3F1_Q/s1600/lakeview+june+26+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796395204707378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9tBYMhDI/AAAAAAAACWM/HYHtbb3F1_Q/s320/lakeview+june+26+(12).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9s6_FtlI/AAAAAAAACWE/vX2MZyiy858/s1600/lakeview+june+26+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796393488791122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9s6_FtlI/AAAAAAAACWE/vX2MZyiy858/s320/lakeview+june+26+(14).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9sFMkRYI/AAAAAAAACV8/OQ3qbs6Rrws/s1600/lakeview+june+26+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796379049805186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9sFMkRYI/AAAAAAAACV8/OQ3qbs6Rrws/s320/lakeview+june+26+(16).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1170461463014326254?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1170461463014326254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1170461463014326254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1170461463014326254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1170461463014326254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/hangout.html' title='the hangout'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET9uQm9ztI/AAAAAAAACWc/_QmYEG9jTGE/s72-c/lakeview+june+26+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-7947666236245362408</id><published>2010-07-23T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:56:19.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>she's crafty</title><content type='html'>I love that she loves to craft.  She loves to color, to paint, to do stickers.  We're going to have some fun in the future!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7l6zKqLI/AAAAAAAACVc/aua6HwfMfWY/s1600/crafty+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495794074156443826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7l6zKqLI/AAAAAAAACVc/aua6HwfMfWY/s320/crafty+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7lSThIjI/AAAAAAAACVU/eOdO2vGJ2SU/s1600/crafty+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495794063286280754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7lSThIjI/AAAAAAAACVU/eOdO2vGJ2SU/s320/crafty+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7kvk6vgI/AAAAAAAACVM/uHS5bdxZbdk/s1600/crafty+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495794053964021250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7kvk6vgI/AAAAAAAACVM/uHS5bdxZbdk/s320/crafty+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to include this picture she drew on her magna doodle thing.  She's obsessed with drawing these little people on everything.  I think they are so cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7j2VRG6I/AAAAAAAACVE/dhbka6nfdTc/s1600/crafty+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495794038597557154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7j2VRG6I/AAAAAAAACVE/dhbka6nfdTc/s320/crafty+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-7947666236245362408?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7947666236245362408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=7947666236245362408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7947666236245362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/7947666236245362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-crafty.html' title='she&apos;s crafty'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET7l6zKqLI/AAAAAAAACVc/aua6HwfMfWY/s72-c/crafty+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1476557460410809721</id><published>2010-07-20T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:44:53.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metro</title><content type='html'>We all love having a clean car, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron has become obsessed with this new car wash by our house that does not cost very much and does a pretty awesome job. Plus it actually usually brushes and sponges to clean, not just spraying water. Elsie was a bit scared at first but really quite enjoys it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But her favorite part is the free vacuums. Yes, I said free. That's Aaron's favorite part as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-aEFjCmI/AAAAAAAACW8/WLzBiM5GKXE/s1600/vacuum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496029918685376258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEXSF4IpLwI/AAAAAAAACXE/7Gso5joJ6t4/s320/vacuum+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495797169025911394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-aEFjCmI/AAAAAAAACW8/WLzBiM5GKXE/s320/vacuum.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-ZhEDutI/AAAAAAAACW0/CPC5jgohEZQ/s1600/vacuum+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495797159624424146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-ZhEDutI/AAAAAAAACW0/CPC5jgohEZQ/s320/vacuum+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-ZNcBFRI/AAAAAAAACWs/t3du0zAgj9A/s1600/vacuum+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495797154356204818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET-ZNcBFRI/AAAAAAAACWs/t3du0zAgj9A/s320/vacuum+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1476557460410809721?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1476557460410809721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1476557460410809721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1476557460410809721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1476557460410809721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/metro.html' title='The Metro'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TEXSF4IpLwI/AAAAAAAACXE/7Gso5joJ6t4/s72-c/vacuum+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-6683274951731087748</id><published>2010-07-19T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:21:46.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mannequin</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'll totally admit that I LOVED the movie "Mannequin" when I was younger. You know I'm not the only one! Looks like Elsie's getting ready to star in a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792010962768850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET5t0zdk9I/AAAAAAAACU8/_ZkEFFaZmhI/s320/mannequin+(2).JPG" /&gt;...that's a girl mannequin.  Oh no!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495792003776372818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET5taCF4FI/AAAAAAAACU0/PILOlLRALaw/s320/mannequin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she does love to talk to, hug, and kiss the little girl mannequin in Old Navy.  She also loves the little dog.  I guess it's cute...that's what I keep telling myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-6683274951731087748?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6683274951731087748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=6683274951731087748&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6683274951731087748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/6683274951731087748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/mannequin.html' title='Mannequin'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TET5t0zdk9I/AAAAAAAACU8/_ZkEFFaZmhI/s72-c/mannequin+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4011155666347101275</id><published>2010-07-13T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:23:50.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Elsie informed me today that her favorite animals are horses and tigers.  Just thought I would note that to see if it changes over time or if she's loyal like I was with cats.  Maybe I need to start building her horse/tiger collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie recently became obsessed with "Single Ladies" again after our trip to WA.  She walks around the house singing the "oh oh oh" part with hand motion and "all the single ladies."  I can't help but smile!  We were listening to the song in the car today and she was doing her usual singing and turning of the hand.  I started singing and dancing along.  She said, "Mom, you can't copy me.  This not your song.  This my song," in the snottiest little voice.  Wow, okay.  I guess I am no longer cool.  How can they be so snotty and cute at the same time?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4011155666347101275?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4011155666347101275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4011155666347101275&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4011155666347101275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4011155666347101275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-433082476827305493</id><published>2010-06-24T17:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:46:12.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>computer troubles</title><content type='html'>I had to break down and take our computer in last Saturday to get fixed.  For about 5 days the screen would start to get lines across it or just be a complete white out.  I found out yesterday it's the LCD something that needs to be replaced.  $200 later!  I've been using our very old laptop in the meantime, but the internet works about the speed of dial-up, so it's a bit frustrating.  Plus, it doesn't have wireless capability so I actually have to walk upstairs to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I'm here.  I'm still reading blogs.  I just don't want to use this thing any more than I have to.  Hopefully we'll have our computer back next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-433082476827305493?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/433082476827305493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=433082476827305493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/433082476827305493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/433082476827305493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/computer-troubles.html' title='computer troubles'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-3665937977561479260</id><published>2010-06-17T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:56:07.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>Things that made me happy today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up early enough to have some quiet time by myself...even read some scriptures.  What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a good, long workout at the gym.  I've appreciated the gym more and more lately.  I feel so much better when I exercise and release energy and stress.  Plus I feel stronger, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the library and park with friends.  Elsie needed some friend time.  I needed some friend time.  The weather was so pleasant.  The sun felt so good.  Elsie played and played and I hardly had to watch her.  I got to visit and relax on the blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting with a friend who just gets you and loves you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Freschetta pizza for dinner.  I was not in the mood for the other dinner ideas I had, so we just went for it.  I guess it kind of counteracts the morning workout, but well worth it!!  Plus, a little diet Pepsi with it never hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing tennis with Aaron and Elsie this evening.  Elsie is so darn cute with her little tennis racket (why didn't I bring my camera???) and tries so hard every time to hit the ball.  Aaron would bounce the ball to her and then tell her when to swing.  Her reaction was a bit delayed most of the time, but she hit some as well.  She would say "Ugh" in the cutest little voice every time she missed it.  She tried so hard and got so excited when she did hit it.  Aaron and I were doing a little song and dance when that happened, but then she told us to stop.  Aaron and I were able to hit around together for a while.  I'm like 1/100th as good as he is, but we were able to have some fun and get some good volleys going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a text from my sister that made me smile.  It's always nice to know when someone is thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my family tonight.  While I was on the computer, Aaron snuck Elsie some gummy peaches.  I knew what they were doing, but I acted surprised when I looked over saw her eating them.  She was laughing so hard thinking she had totally tricked me.  Now, she's down in bed.  I'm going to read while Aaron watches the basketball game, then maybe a little SYTYCD results show, and then bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-3665937977561479260?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3665937977561479260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=3665937977561479260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3665937977561479260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/3665937977561479260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8431702930765664694</id><published>2010-06-01T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:09:50.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>may</title><content type='html'>I had to lighten things up a bit!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to take a picture of Charlie this past weekend, but this is a picture from the 23rd.  Not the greatest pictures of him, but how funny is Elsie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQsETDuZI/AAAAAAAACUs/zPpM878oOsk/s1600/Charlie+May+23rd+2010+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099183578266002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQsETDuZI/AAAAAAAACUs/zPpM878oOsk/s320/Charlie+May+23rd+2010+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and Aaron's not too bad to look at either. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQrf9JyJI/AAAAAAAACUk/KhiBBa-4j7w/s1600/Charlie+May+23rd+2010+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099173822711954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQrf9JyJI/AAAAAAAACUk/KhiBBa-4j7w/s320/Charlie+May+23rd+2010+(13).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every Thursday we go to the library for storytime with some friends.  There have been more and more friends from our ward come and join us, which has been so fun.  A couple weeks ago the weather was actually nice enough to go to the park afterward for a little picnic and playtime.  It's good for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elsie and her friend, Hailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQq1fRvBI/AAAAAAAACUc/GT3lQ-8-Ypk/s1600/Elsie+and+Hailey+May+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099162423114770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQq1fRvBI/AAAAAAAACUc/GT3lQ-8-Ypk/s320/Elsie+and+Hailey+May+2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8431702930765664694?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8431702930765664694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8431702930765664694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8431702930765664694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8431702930765664694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/may.html' title='may'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TAKQsETDuZI/AAAAAAAACUs/zPpM878oOsk/s72-c/Charlie+May+23rd+2010+(9).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-1565161121635262007</id><published>2010-06-01T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:52:51.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about life lately.  I have so much I really want to say, but I'm not going to.  Sometimes I wish I could just let it all out and be completely honest, but I will never be that kind of person.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my mom's birthday and the day I couldn't wake her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for summer....even decent Spring weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Mommy/Daughter day with Elsie today.  We played and laughed.  I really tried to "live in the moment" (as lame as that sounds) and just enjoy being with her.  It worked!!  (See I can be positive, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note:  Last night I took some ambien (surprise, surprise) but then stayed up talking with Aaron for a while.  I was starting to trip out and thought he had war paint on his face.  It seemed so real.  I can still picture it now, and it makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-1565161121635262007?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1565161121635262007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=1565161121635262007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1565161121635262007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/1565161121635262007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-610105991533239232</id><published>2010-05-17T12:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:00:49.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to mention...</title><content type='html'>I got released from YW yesterday!  There are things I will miss...and things I will definitely not miss.  It was my time to go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-610105991533239232?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/610105991533239232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=610105991533239232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/610105991533239232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/610105991533239232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/forgot-to-mention.html' title='Forgot to mention...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-4905388131156854515</id><published>2010-05-16T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:32:37.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and Half-Marathon</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Aaron's 34th birthday on Friday.  Elsie and I did a little decorating with balloons and streamers, which she was pretty excited to show him when he got hom from work.  He didn't have any court that day, so he was able to come hom around lunchtime.  The weather was gorgeous, so we took Charlie on a walk.  After Elsie went down for a nap, Aaron and I sat outside and got to enjoy some quiet time together.  So nice!  We went to Cheesecake Factory (minus kids!) for dinner and hung out a little while with the Collins, but we couldn't stay up too late because of the half-marathon the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture before dinner.  Happy Birthday, Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471705195926903714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9m4qbh26I/AAAAAAAACUM/THxWgz_5bNM/s320/half+marathon+001.JPG" /&gt;I know I've already mentioned a million times how sad I was to not be running in the race.  Even at 5:00 in the morning when Aaron had to get up to get ready (I was up at 4:30...I was anxious for him!), I was wishing it was me getting ready to go.  But Elsie and I were able to go in to watch him finish and enjoy the festivities.  We drove in to Boise, parked kind of far away from the park, and it took a while to walk from the car to get there.  About a minute after strolling in to the park, Ken saw Aaron coming around to the finish line.  I was panicing trying to get my camera.  I'm so glad we made it in time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran alongside him to get a picture.  He was trying to be funny, but I don't think it worked out real well with the timing of the shot.  Not the best picture of Aaron!!  But we were still so proud of him.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471705202261122194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9m5CBuXJI/AAAAAAAACUU/a8v1fsFF0QU/s320/half+marathon+002.JPG" /&gt; He finished in 1 hr. 48 min.  That's pretty awesome, I think!  That was faster than he had been running, so he was happy with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mhnpwMoI/AAAAAAAACT0/Z9l8dFEkFgc/s1600/half+marathon+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471704800044266114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mhnpwMoI/AAAAAAAACT0/Z9l8dFEkFgc/s320/half+marathon+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hung around the park and watched all of our friends finish the race.  I was so proud of all of them!  Aaron downed 4 things of chocolate milk and a bunch of water.  That, combined with the WARM weather that morning, did not sit well in his tummy.  He had a bit of a rough day after that!  T.M.I???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a little picture with Diana and Pam to make me feel like I was a part of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mhNwpPNI/AAAAAAAACTs/8YpMIeSqDTk/s1600/half+marathon+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471704793093848274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mhNwpPNI/AAAAAAAACTs/8YpMIeSqDTk/s320/half+marathon+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then there's Aaron with the gals since he got to take my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mgiR7jFI/AAAAAAAACTk/FnN4ao-jTfg/s1600/half+marathon+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471704781422300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9mgiR7jFI/AAAAAAAACTk/FnN4ao-jTfg/s320/half+marathon+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-4905388131156854515?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4905388131156854515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=4905388131156854515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4905388131156854515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/4905388131156854515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-and-half-marathon.html' title='Happy Birthday and Half-Marathon'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-9m4qbh26I/AAAAAAAACUM/THxWgz_5bNM/s72-c/half+marathon+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-988866640877269178</id><published>2010-05-15T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:03:20.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day...and weekend</title><content type='html'>We've had a great weekend so far...Aaron's birthday yesterday, the half-marathon this morning (even though I was only a cheerleader), and finally some good weather!  The sun is shining, the temperature is perfect, and it has definitely lifted my sprits.  (Pictures to follow soon...gotta take nap first.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-988866640877269178?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/988866640877269178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=988866640877269178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/988866640877269178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/988866640877269178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-happy-dayand-weekend.html' title='Oh happy day...and weekend'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-9207627760598821262</id><published>2010-05-11T14:54:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:48:25.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh cut</title><content type='html'>Elsie and I got haircuts last week. I just trimmed the back of mine, but it feels so much better. We cut quite a bit off Elsie's hair. It looks so fresh and bouncy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119553593686114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEwIbeuGI/AAAAAAAACTU/EsO-YxJOGDU/s320/Pre-cut+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119544765950658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEvniyKsI/AAAAAAAACTM/QtY-rKib9bc/s320/Pre-cut.JPG" /&gt;Right after: The hairstylist did the cutest curls in her hair. Have I done it since? Nope.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119537673268466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEvNHwbPI/AAAAAAAACTE/SCMQMADofRA/s320/New+Hair+003.JPG" /&gt;This is what is looks like when I do it. It kind of does it's own little curl under thing. I think it looks a lot better. It was getting a little stringy. (Not the best picture...I made her pose and smile right when she came down from her nap. Had to get the blog updated!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470122096511721266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nHEJiYnzI/AAAAAAAACTc/3j8aMiwE5J4/s320/short+hair+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I are going to try to take a picture of Charlie every Saturday, so we can see how he grows. This is from May 8th. We are loving Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEu-saAiI/AAAAAAAACS8/MudvjL13rxY/s1600/Charlie+May+8,+2010+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119533800456738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEu-saAiI/AAAAAAAACS8/MudvjL13rxY/s320/Charlie+May+8,+2010+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEuWHTDcI/AAAAAAAACS0/IYG3-rhByzk/s1600/Charlie+May+8,+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119522907393474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEuWHTDcI/AAAAAAAACS0/IYG3-rhByzk/s320/Charlie+May+8,+2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie continues to make us laugh and keep us busy. As we were walking Charlie the other night, she was pointing to something on her shirt. I asked her "Is your shirt dirty?" She said, in a very matter of fact voice, "No, there's just something on it." Aaron and I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I'm not running the half-marathon. I'm over being upset about it. Aaron is going to run it instead. At least it's supposed to be a gorgeous day, so Elsie and I can go wait at the finish line and enjoy the festivities. I think Aaron is finally realizing that maybe he should've been a little more sensitive about how I was feeling, and should'nt have been so annoying about getting to take my place. Eleven years later, and he still forgets. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-9207627760598821262?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9207627760598821262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=9207627760598821262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/9207627760598821262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/9207627760598821262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/fresh-cut.html' title='fresh cut'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S-nEwIbeuGI/AAAAAAAACTU/EsO-YxJOGDU/s72-c/Pre-cut+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-855589718745364452</id><published>2010-05-05T11:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:03:35.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:) :(</title><content type='html'>:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and I are getting haircuts on Friday. I'm just trimming mine to help the grow-out. I 'm going to cut at least a few inches off Elsie's hair for summer. She's really excited!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big "Amazing Race" activity that I'm in charge of is tonight. It should be fun...but I'll be glad when it's over.  It has reminded me so much of our family reunion from last summer.  What a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is doing very well.  We have already enjoyed spending time with him and taking him on walks.  It will be even better when this windy, cold weather goes away.  Elsie loves him so much and does really well with him and all his puppiness!  In fact, she's better about it than I am.  I feel like our family was missing something, so it's nice to have a dog again.  (Wow!  I never thought I'd say things like this.  Ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to be able to run my half-marathon. I've had a leg/hip injury for a few weeks now that just isn't getting better. I stopped working out a week ago because it was just too painful when I tried to do anything...especially run. It feels a little better with the rest, but I just don't know if it's worth pushing myself that much. I want to be able to continue to workout on a regular basis. I'm sad! I feel like I know the right thing to do, but I don't want to do it. I was really looking forward to accomplishing a goal that I had to work really hard for, and I was excited to do it with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My YW President was pregnant with twins and due in August.  She has had her fair share of difficulty in getting pregnant and staying pregnant.  On Friday morning her water broke and they were able to stop the labor until Sunday evening.  She ended up giving birth to her twins (a boy and girl) at about 27 weeks along.  They are actually doing as well as can be excpected.  That's the good news.  But, boy oh boy, has this brought up all sorts of memories and emotions in me these past couple days!!  I'm totally not trying to make this all about me, but I can't help but think about things.  I feel like I should not have such sadness and bitterness still, but I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-855589718745364452?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/855589718745364452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=855589718745364452&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/855589718745364452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/855589718745364452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':) :('/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-529603764764467027</id><published>2010-05-01T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:56:55.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Charlie!</title><content type='html'>We got another dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466452174191252706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9SjhU1OI/AAAAAAAACSs/MClATQQPvjw/s320/Charlie+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron has gone back and forth since last summer about getting another dog. He was always looking on the internet and then would talk himself out of it because of money, the responsibility, etc. But this time he just couldn't resist. He found a litter that had a chocolate lab (just what we wanted) that didn't cost very much because the dogs aren't papered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to pick it up this afternoon. Elsie didn't really know we were getting him, so we surprised her and she LOVES him. She did tell us that she wanted an orange dog and a yellow dog. I told her that we got a brown one instead, and she seemed to be okay with that. But now she wants a girl dog to go with our boy dog. When I told her his name is Charlie, she thought I meant Charlotte (like the girl in "Princess and the Frog"). She can't quite say Charlie...it's more like Shawie. It's cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9SM0xdRI/AAAAAAAACSk/mGwk0FjjCdA/s1600/Charlie+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466452168098805010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9SM0xdRI/AAAAAAAACSk/mGwk0FjjCdA/s320/Charlie+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a little dip in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9F47PRUI/AAAAAAAACSc/mD5Rn3lE8Bs/s1600/Charlie+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466451956598785346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9F47PRUI/AAAAAAAACSc/mD5Rn3lE8Bs/s320/Charlie+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9FcuTfLI/AAAAAAAACSU/QjN0i5AQQWs/s1600/Charlie+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466451949028342962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9FcuTfLI/AAAAAAAACSU/QjN0i5AQQWs/s320/Charlie+(12).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really likes to be right next to us. While Aaron and I were putting the kennel together this afternoon he had to be right in between our legs. If one of us moved, he would just move to the other one. It melts my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9Ezfsm3I/AAAAAAAACSM/DLTz1jJnihA/s1600/Charlie+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466451937961220978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9Ezfsm3I/AAAAAAAACSM/DLTz1jJnihA/s320/Charlie+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian, Olivia, and Diana came over with us to see the surprise (Elsie and I were at their house making hair clips). They were all pretty excited. Everyone's pretty excited that we have a dog that their kids can play with and they don't have to take care of it. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9EB378vI/AAAAAAAACSE/h8VcAwbbzpI/s1600/Charlie+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466451924641116914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9EB378vI/AAAAAAAACSE/h8VcAwbbzpI/s320/Charlie+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9Dr7l-XI/AAAAAAAACR8/SEhUjE3VQsk/s1600/Charlie+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466451918750873970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9Dr7l-XI/AAAAAAAACR8/SEhUjE3VQsk/s320/Charlie+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure there will be lots more pictures and updates to follow. The good news is this should solve our cat problem. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-529603764764467027?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/529603764764467027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=529603764764467027&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/529603764764467027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/529603764764467027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-charlie.html' title='Meet Charlie!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9y9SjhU1OI/AAAAAAAACSs/MClATQQPvjw/s72-c/Charlie+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8952474016162396776</id><published>2010-04-30T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:33:56.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say</title><content type='html'>I updated my blog finally.  I have a few more to do, but I'm making good progress.  Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8952474016162396776?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8952474016162396776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8952474016162396776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8952474016162396776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8952474016162396776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-9124788515347643213</id><published>2010-04-30T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:30:52.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9je2KmJBVI/AAAAAAAACOk/f1X0fIIMb7c/s1600/easter+weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465363169952728402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9je2KmJBVI/AAAAAAAACOk/f1X0fIIMb7c/s320/easter+weekend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling on Grandpa while eating her eggs and watching her show.  Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9je1aTuyeI/AAAAAAAACOc/vEfSxdK9Gbg/s1600/easter+weekend+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465363156990609890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9je1aTuyeI/AAAAAAAACOc/vEfSxdK9Gbg/s320/easter+weekend+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron's mom makes fabulous sugar cookies and adds a little almond extract to the frosting.  Aaron loved them!!  Elsie got to help make and decorate the cookies this year.  We all enjoyed eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jen2Qfj8I/AAAAAAAACOU/aLpRlomuMo0/s1600/easter+weekend+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362923975053250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jen2Qfj8I/AAAAAAAACOU/aLpRlomuMo0/s320/easter+weekend+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jendCIVWI/AAAAAAAACOM/Bs7dO4QgGPo/s1600/easter+weekend+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362917203924322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jendCIVWI/AAAAAAAACOM/Bs7dO4QgGPo/s320/easter+weekend+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jem_fih6I/AAAAAAAACOE/YuEuqmdMsNY/s1600/easter+weekend+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362909274212258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jem_fih6I/AAAAAAAACOE/YuEuqmdMsNY/s320/easter+weekend+(10).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jemd-fBWI/AAAAAAAACN8/14ujCTCBjIo/s1600/easter+weekend+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362900277200226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jemd-fBWI/AAAAAAAACN8/14ujCTCBjIo/s320/easter+weekend+(12).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jel2BQ5oI/AAAAAAAACN0/StF84STiOT8/s1600/easter+weekend+(57).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362889551439490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jel2BQ5oI/AAAAAAAACN0/StF84STiOT8/s320/easter+weekend+(57).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-9124788515347643213?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9124788515347643213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=9124788515347643213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/9124788515347643213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/9124788515347643213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandma-and-grandpa-time.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa time'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9je2KmJBVI/AAAAAAAACOk/f1X0fIIMb7c/s72-c/easter+weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-2497689534909432777</id><published>2010-04-30T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:27:43.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Festivities</title><content type='html'>We went down to Utah for Easter this year.  I think this is the first time we've been down there for this holiday, and it sure was fun!  Aaron's family does a big family get together with games, a pinata, and an Easter Egg Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Elsie doesn't really care for any candy, the Easter Bunny (and Grandma and Grandpa) brought her all sorts of toys and fun things to play with. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdqwELjAI/AAAAAAAACNs/yHcKqFDpPJE/s1600/easter+weekend+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361874340776962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdqwELjAI/AAAAAAAACNs/yHcKqFDpPJE/s320/easter+weekend+(17).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie had to wipe away the grass on the egg.  So Elsie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdqGhZ-TI/AAAAAAAACNk/reoyTuQwrqk/s1600/easter+weekend+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361863189068082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdqGhZ-TI/AAAAAAAACNk/reoyTuQwrqk/s320/easter+weekend+(20).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdOu8WHII/AAAAAAAACNc/90aFWo5Ha3A/s1600/easter+weekend+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361393003142274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdOu8WHII/AAAAAAAACNc/90aFWo5Ha3A/s320/easter+weekend+(22).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdOPmAG0I/AAAAAAAACNU/3wCUwZAt6OY/s1600/easter+weekend+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361384587926338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdOPmAG0I/AAAAAAAACNU/3wCUwZAt6OY/s320/easter+weekend+(25).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She found almost all the golden eggs that had money inside.  She loved having more coins to add to her piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdNdOYEhI/AAAAAAAACNM/_HxsbOSkDIg/s1600/easter+weekend+(28).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361371067060754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdNdOYEhI/AAAAAAAACNM/_HxsbOSkDIg/s320/easter+weekend+(28).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie with Aaron's cousin's daughter (is that a second cousin?), Keera.  They were best buddies all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdM7Vsi2I/AAAAAAAACNE/auxdZ9evD54/s1600/easter+weekend+(31).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361361970957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdM7Vsi2I/AAAAAAAACNE/auxdZ9evD54/s320/easter+weekend+(31).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdMC8v3jI/AAAAAAAACM8/KXh-AghfdiE/s1600/easter+weekend+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465361346833931826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdMC8v3jI/AAAAAAAACM8/KXh-AghfdiE/s320/easter+weekend+(40).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcSgoBMVI/AAAAAAAACM0/O-JhPm4Liq0/s1600/easter+weekend+(46).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360358367637842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcSgoBMVI/AAAAAAAACM0/O-JhPm4Liq0/s320/easter+weekend+(46).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcSBcCdGI/AAAAAAAACMs/_O1f7SVU3GE/s1600/easter+weekend+(48).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360349995889762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcSBcCdGI/AAAAAAAACMs/_O1f7SVU3GE/s320/easter+weekend+(48).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcRo0mqiI/AAAAAAAACMk/brYpl9wtsx0/s1600/easter+weekend+(52).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360343388039714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcRo0mqiI/AAAAAAAACMk/brYpl9wtsx0/s320/easter+weekend+(52).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids were playing a little game where they would run around and try to get each other's bunny tails.  Elsie had no interest.  All she wanted to do was sit and eat her chips.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcRFma10I/AAAAAAAACMc/o7JH6ouJm98/s1600/easter+weekend+(54).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360333933303618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcRFma10I/AAAAAAAACMc/o7JH6ouJm98/s320/easter+weekend+(54).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell who was getting a little grumpy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcQlqdtSI/AAAAAAAACMU/PJS-ZmdjLBk/s1600/easter+weekend+(56).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360325360334114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jcQlqdtSI/AAAAAAAACMU/PJS-ZmdjLBk/s320/easter+weekend+(56).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great day!  Thanks to all those family members that planned and organized all the fun.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-2497689534909432777?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2497689534909432777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=2497689534909432777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2497689534909432777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/2497689534909432777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-festivities.html' title='Easter Festivities'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jdqwELjAI/AAAAAAAACNs/yHcKqFDpPJE/s72-c/easter+weekend+(17).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546005111913661544.post-8892627663180465666</id><published>2010-04-30T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:20:51.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>What did we do in March?  It's been so long since I've blogged that I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie rediscovered her love of cupcakes.  I had to make some for Mutual and Elsie went to town on them.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9ja72YvS6I/AAAAAAAACMM/WvhQUvoEJbE/s1600/cupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358869560511394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9ja72YvS6I/AAAAAAAACMM/WvhQUvoEJbE/s320/cupcake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9ja7dLaetI/AAAAAAAACME/qK4czesPtvw/s1600/cupcake+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358862793734866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9ja7dLaetI/AAAAAAAACME/qK4czesPtvw/s320/cupcake+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie became obsessed with coloring with markers.  She's too cool for crayons now.   (Oh, she also loves the way her hair looks when I take it out of a braid.  She calls it "crazy hair.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9japVATqnI/AAAAAAAACL8/Y8oH5DlYBL4/s1600/March+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358551362022002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9japVATqnI/AAAAAAAACL8/Y8oH5DlYBL4/s320/March+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jaorkqXeI/AAAAAAAACL0/pGYNkG6cFOs/s1600/March+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358540240215522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jaorkqXeI/AAAAAAAACL0/pGYNkG6cFOs/s320/March+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elsie and Olivia had some playdates.  They sure have a good time when they are both in a good mood.  It's not always a guarantee with a 3 and 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jaoXBdFkI/AAAAAAAACLs/NFNio82cl2Q/s1600/March+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358534723835458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jaoXBdFkI/AAAAAAAACLs/NFNio82cl2Q/s320/March+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jan-1wfII/AAAAAAAACLk/mk631EO72EY/s1600/March+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358528232324226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9jan-1wfII/AAAAAAAACLk/mk631EO72EY/s320/March+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a picnic and watching "Princess and the Frog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9janYQNIbI/AAAAAAAACLc/TGeMVv4C07o/s1600/March+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465358517874270642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9janYQNIbI/AAAAAAAACLc/TGeMVv4C07o/s320/March+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546005111913661544-8892627663180465666?l=thewiseworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8892627663180465666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546005111913661544&amp;postID=8892627663180465666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8892627663180465666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546005111913661544/posts/default/8892627663180465666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiseworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18202706894220139007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/TR1Qj-KRc0I/AAAAAAAACmI/O8PEWL_jvr4/S220/DSCN2174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGC8IDfYx3Y/S9ja72YvS6I/AAAAAAAACMM/WvhQUvoEJbE/s72-c/cupcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
