<?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-6995431856238881204</id><updated>2012-01-17T18:40:03.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Less Traveled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8583705450849056542</id><published>2011-12-23T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:22:07.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammon's baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, Ammon was baptized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRC74SHyoaA/TvUIUgYLxNI/AAAAAAAACUg/mxjqM41_J1Q/s1600/IMG_4882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689462852634264786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRC74SHyoaA/TvUIUgYLxNI/AAAAAAAACUg/mxjqM41_J1Q/s400/IMG_4882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful event. We had several there from the ward and also neighbors and others we've gotten to know in the community. It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After looking in the new manual about a baptism program we did this: opening song, prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk: faith in Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk: baptism and Holy Ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;musical: David and I sang "Families can be together forever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the ordinances of baptism and confering the gift of the Holy Ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(after the baptism, while they got dressed, we had asked 2 people to bear their testimony, then we had time to sing one song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then closing song/prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Short and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really like doing the meeting part (talks) then doing the ordinances together, how they should be. Turned out great! A very enriching experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzhbPkDF5Pw/TvUIT3UMHTI/AAAAAAAACUU/1tARylYFwcc/s1600/IMG_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689462841611656498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzhbPkDF5Pw/TvUIT3UMHTI/AAAAAAAACUU/1tARylYFwcc/s400/IMG_4883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's one special boy. Here's an exerpt from his journal (used with permission):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving. 2011 age 7 Ammon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for a family and that I can go on a mission someday and that I will be baptized someday too. I can't wait to do all this stuff it will be so fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite color is green. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend is everyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite thing to do is make friends. I love mom and dad. I love all my reledeves too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gQdvtrKgg/TvUITmW-fOI/AAAAAAAACUI/V3Mdz9eoN9Q/s1600/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689462837059943650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_gQdvtrKgg/TvUITmW-fOI/AAAAAAAACUI/V3Mdz9eoN9Q/s400/IMG_4886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa was able to come out. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were needed to help in nursery at church so he came along and all the kids just LOVED him in there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689462860077067378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsACU-0GAo0/TvUIU8Gr7HI/AAAAAAAACUs/mi-vLSOm8SY/s400/IMG_4870.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-8583705450849056542?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8583705450849056542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8583705450849056542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8583705450849056542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8583705450849056542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/12/ammons-baptism.html' title='Ammon&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRC74SHyoaA/TvUIUgYLxNI/AAAAAAAACUg/mxjqM41_J1Q/s72-c/IMG_4882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8745771734196211836</id><published>2011-12-08T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:41:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole-Wheat Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It starts here in the buckets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683808302997086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yAG8pno9HA/TuDxiZeOn7I/AAAAAAAACTY/xS7jDX8bMI4/s400/IMG_4802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it ends up like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683805689730188882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmil9tGoyCM/TuDvKSS2RlI/AAAAAAAACRs/AkMDluB1xno/s400/IMG_4823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or like this, in the fridge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683805694034757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLuEM4gTRFM/TuDvKiVIyBI/AAAAAAAACR8/ZAsAUnbWtTI/s400/IMG_4821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But... something WEIRD happens in between...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683807147848231778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obLvbIxGDHo/TuDwfKNR62I/AAAAAAAACTE/47uqwAkksNE/s400/IMG_4786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my unofficial wheat grinder, Hyrum and his helper, Brigham... (the chickens are there to catch a stray kernal or two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRup4YH2jRE/TuDxjJ3jWXI/AAAAAAAACTw/WJXb1QsY3OY/s1600/IMG_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683808315988203890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRup4YH2jRE/TuDxjJ3jWXI/AAAAAAAACTw/WJXb1QsY3OY/s400/IMG_4787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems to start off normal enough, a little dust escapes the grinder after a batch or two of wheat that's ground up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQmsZbxED7U/TuDxih4M55I/AAAAAAAACTk/m-C-1NAdYpw/s1600/IMG_4792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683808305253509010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQmsZbxED7U/TuDxih4M55I/AAAAAAAACTk/m-C-1NAdYpw/s400/IMG_4792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, soon... SNOWMEN start to appear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683807136566645106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8QY5cfaVTI/TuDwegLikXI/AAAAAAAACS0/ltYbrMczog8/s400/IMG_4803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not sure how it happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683807133708576402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhBDWdZ2yU8/TuDweViH5pI/AAAAAAAACSo/SF0IHawfczw/s400/IMG_4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683805727734608018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkgjGuurBDo/TuDvMf3zsJI/AAAAAAAACSc/elDwJCprgpE/s400/IMG_4806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I always seem to end up with two snowmen walking in the house afterwards... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-69XuEzCV0/TuDvLj1J08I/AAAAAAAACSQ/MmFeEpTIekA/s1600/IMG_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683805711617348546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-69XuEzCV0/TuDvLj1J08I/AAAAAAAACSQ/MmFeEpTIekA/s400/IMG_4810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Hyurm's cheeks are STUFFED with fresh wheat flour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He says to me... "oh, I just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this, could you give me a bowl of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bRQEJqPQ_Q/TuDvLeZrVCI/AAAAAAAACSE/2txQtGTlM8o/s1600/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683805710159926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bRQEJqPQ_Q/TuDvLeZrVCI/AAAAAAAACSE/2txQtGTlM8o/s400/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811241569745698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czYB9bc4yNg/TuD0Ncgi-yI/AAAAAAAACT8/G9IF_oZZXXI/s400/IMG_4809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Note: BEWARE... if you grind your own flour, you'll never be able to eat that ick store flour again... you have been warned. Your kids may start eating wheat kernals and fresh flour as snacks also... again, you have been warned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-8745771734196211836?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8745771734196211836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8745771734196211836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8745771734196211836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8745771734196211836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/12/whole-wheat-snowmen.html' title='Whole-Wheat Snowmen'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yAG8pno9HA/TuDxiZeOn7I/AAAAAAAACTY/xS7jDX8bMI4/s72-c/IMG_4802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5339457988592518622</id><published>2011-12-03T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:49:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Celebrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween! Just kidding, we don't celebrate that thing anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, did you wonder what we did? Sit at home, stare at the floor, go to bed early, pretend it's just another normal day? Noooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Martin Luther Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://peculiarpilgrim.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/95-theses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon after realizing we just didn't like what we were "celebrating" last year, we were doing history and learned about Martin Luther, the courageous and bold German monk who wrote and posted his 95 theses... on &lt;strong&gt;October 31, &lt;/strong&gt;1517.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No way! awesome! What a great and wonderful thing to celebrate! (I hope you all know about it, if not, go get a book about him... He was probably the only reformer not to be burned at the stake, he later was married and had six children)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really, REALLY excited this year to not celebrate that other thing... Phew, felt like freedom! Ahhh... feels so good to be FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what'd we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, since this date landed on Monday we had a lesson about him, sang "Away in a Manger" which he wrote, then the kids went downstairs to costume up and perform their version of the 95 theses scenario and related events...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Ir8YXDWxs/TtqzP4SFiGI/AAAAAAAACRg/LR-ne06B5Kk/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682050758600127794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a14nR3JAb_s/TtqzD2YZdTI/AAAAAAAACRU/Tp2Qd7Vao24/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was very dramatic... with some swords added in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great production!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;("Stop selling indulgences!!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682049978007001266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNlb4P4-kho/TtqyWacfmLI/AAAAAAAACQk/iEm6bcTrW70/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682049946208965874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFyRYwob4w/TtqyUj_QFPI/AAAAAAAACP0/yGsoEisLXmw/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT-- the BEST part was when Dad acted out his versions of how things happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh dear, that man is HILARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682049954570561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5gV2y0Dkxc/TtqyVDIz5yI/AAAAAAAACQM/bws0DFdIGIU/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682049970317961122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxcWWDMDs-A/TtqyV9zSJ6I/AAAAAAAACQY/L9-rLHuBiW8/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, a few days earlier, our great neighbors invited us over for dinner, a tractor ride through town, and bonfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is such a blessing to have good neighbors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682050965268957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Ir8YXDWxs/TtqzP4SFiGI/AAAAAAAACRg/LR-ne06B5Kk/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeT-0xPJlcg/TtqzD0WfrLI/AAAAAAAACRI/GtQltyKeoWs/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682050758055275698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeT-0xPJlcg/TtqzD0WfrLI/AAAAAAAACRI/GtQltyKeoWs/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682050742922734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EylFkqSfAdU/TtqzC7-na6I/AAAAAAAACQw/jkQWFON7uz0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan, Ed &amp;amp; Sue (you may remember the story of our chickens invading their yard last year during a neighborhood picnic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682050746899207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdhXEapXXyE/TtqzDKyrk5I/AAAAAAAACQ8/PlC5_J0WHF8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There you have it... the best October celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-5339457988592518622?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5339457988592518622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5339457988592518622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5339457988592518622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5339457988592518622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-celebrations.html' title='Great Celebrations!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a14nR3JAb_s/TtqzD2YZdTI/AAAAAAAACRU/Tp2Qd7Vao24/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-452829786145687503</id><published>2011-11-28T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:12:08.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Meemum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Thanksgiving baby (who we are extremely thankful for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has turned 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqajYWOh4pg/TtQQZAGJfAI/AAAAAAAACPo/6DblNWjWtns/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183051729599490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqajYWOh4pg/TtQQZAGJfAI/AAAAAAAACPo/6DblNWjWtns/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Balloons are the best present. The kids blew all of these up themselves for Brigham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-161Ew3orG-4/TtQQYiNWEXI/AAAAAAAACPg/lnPm2ZeromU/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183043706720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-161Ew3orG-4/TtQQYiNWEXI/AAAAAAAACPg/lnPm2ZeromU/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifCjjtsrcqg/TtQQYSsQcvI/AAAAAAAACPQ/_JRsSiQTu8c/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183039541408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifCjjtsrcqg/TtQQYSsQcvI/AAAAAAAACPQ/_JRsSiQTu8c/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK8vPsqLBfI/TtQQXaEoZDI/AAAAAAAACPE/91UOB_SCOBg/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183024342819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK8vPsqLBfI/TtQQXaEoZDI/AAAAAAAACPE/91UOB_SCOBg/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David had part of the morning off, so we celebrated with breakfast cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Brigham wanted to stay in his pajamas all day... so he did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183019882876514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xCtbOkW__A/TtQQXJdTDmI/AAAAAAAACO4/0Kfacthjk-8/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't do much presents (one small one from us, one from grandparents is plenty) because it takes away from the "yay, you're in our family!" and turns into "me, me, me, what did you get me" ... I really don't like that selfish entitlement attitude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay Brigham for coming to our family, we are glad you are here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-452829786145687503?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/452829786145687503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=452829786145687503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/452829786145687503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/452829786145687503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-baby.html' title='Thanksgiving Baby'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqajYWOh4pg/TtQQZAGJfAI/AAAAAAAACPo/6DblNWjWtns/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7581314788271983203</id><published>2011-11-23T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:20:52.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2sYmq2y8-Q/Ts3GATRW-2I/AAAAAAAACOs/_WIIBwzhUpE/s1600/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678412413659446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2sYmq2y8-Q/Ts3GATRW-2I/AAAAAAAACOs/_WIIBwzhUpE/s400/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFQr0VcGUFM/Ts3GAerNCsI/AAAAAAAACOg/E24U8AliR08/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678412416720636610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFQr0VcGUFM/Ts3GAerNCsI/AAAAAAAACOg/E24U8AliR08/s400/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practicing to be a Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-7581314788271983203?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7581314788271983203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7581314788271983203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7581314788271983203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7581314788271983203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/dad-practice.html' title='Dad Practice'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2sYmq2y8-Q/Ts3GATRW-2I/AAAAAAAACOs/_WIIBwzhUpE/s72-c/156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8867701933585786455</id><published>2011-11-23T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:29:34.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_vjjnqdMv8/Ts1JeLrbHpI/AAAAAAAACOU/lpph1cxaDOc/s1600/temple%2Bsquare%2Bpicture%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678275488063889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_vjjnqdMv8/Ts1JeLrbHpI/AAAAAAAACOU/lpph1cxaDOc/s400/temple%2Bsquare%2Bpicture%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-8867701933585786455?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8867701933585786455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8867701933585786455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8867701933585786455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8867701933585786455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_vjjnqdMv8/Ts1JeLrbHpI/AAAAAAAACOU/lpph1cxaDOc/s72-c/temple%2Bsquare%2Bpicture%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5450271413542062401</id><published>2011-11-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:27:43.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the train to temple square in downtown Salt Lake City, that thing is fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got into the tabernacle right before they closed for an organ rehearsal, and we were allowed to stay in for a few minutes and listen... WOW... that was awesome. Our favorite thing of the day for sure.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKfvO0OsMwQ/Tsqj0qUI4LI/AAAAAAAACLs/5Rbg7_MYFuI/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677530405361213618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKfvO0OsMwQ/Tsqj0qUI4LI/AAAAAAAACLs/5Rbg7_MYFuI/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Hyrum with Hyrum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg-UvOOy2G8/Tsqi6Lbyk7I/AAAAAAAACLg/j6ONyuD1SuA/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677529400639394738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg-UvOOy2G8/Tsqi6Lbyk7I/AAAAAAAACLg/j6ONyuD1SuA/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brigham and Brigham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677529374500533042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-c4NcMrA0o/Tsqi4qDzMzI/AAAAAAAACK8/qr5DNmvD3G8/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Temple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUnNve6LLEA/Tsqi5lkkA1I/AAAAAAAACLY/Hgvz4IFfsl0/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677529390475641682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUnNve6LLEA/Tsqi5lkkA1I/AAAAAAAACLY/Hgvz4IFfsl0/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntNOI5jptn4/Tsqi5RxfrgI/AAAAAAAACLI/NeK8oMKqx8Q/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677529385161174530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntNOI5jptn4/Tsqi5RxfrgI/AAAAAAAACLI/NeK8oMKqx8Q/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look out! &lt;/span&gt;(don't worry, it's a huge window)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-0tMM1GmN0/Tsqi4fZhBoI/AAAAAAAACKw/okrDXFvFdfs/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677529371638826626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-0tMM1GmN0/Tsqi4fZhBoI/AAAAAAAACKw/okrDXFvFdfs/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out over the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEbvJSatZT0/Tsqhg-0PF9I/AAAAAAAACKk/I1XXvWuPILg/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677527868243908562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEbvJSatZT0/Tsqhg-0PF9I/AAAAAAAACKk/I1XXvWuPILg/s400/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a break, looking at the beautiful gardens (and taking Dad's hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkO9mbkFh-c/TsqhfyIk2vI/AAAAAAAACKY/YAnn6xLenqU/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677527847659690738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkO9mbkFh-c/TsqhfyIk2vI/AAAAAAAACKY/YAnn6xLenqU/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, David took some of the kids to the BYU vs. Utah State football game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, that was quite the game! I don't like watching sports, but sure enjoyed that one. Those that went had a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-id30x1n0kqU/TsqhfkVL4LI/AAAAAAAACKM/tPfjz2HdPuo/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677527843954483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-id30x1n0kqU/TsqhfkVL4LI/AAAAAAAACKM/tPfjz2HdPuo/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, Brigham, and I stayed and had a barbecue with Jon and his kids. We had a real nice time. My brother Jon brought out his tree climbing gear and let Caleb climb up and use it as a swing. He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rovKWDShOMc/Tsqhe5iaCYI/AAAAAAAACKA/vLNkLuDWSCM/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677527832467212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rovKWDShOMc/Tsqhe5iaCYI/AAAAAAAACKA/vLNkLuDWSCM/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday... YIPPEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO HOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to watch General Conference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677526181637283330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLwcpVYB_sU/Tsqf-zt4XgI/AAAAAAAACJo/IvM13IEKbok/s400/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just loved this conference... I was glued to the screen the whole time, it was sooooo wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compared to God, man is nothing; yet we are everything to God "&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pres. Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;essential&lt;/em&gt; that we reject anything that does not conform to our standards"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pres. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening David went with Jon and Andrew to the conference center for the Priesthood session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we went to the "Harsh home" (man they are HARSH! :) No, actually some of the nicest people I know!) and did the traditional conference party they've done since my Mom was little. We ate, visited (my favorite part), then told our favorite part of conference; the men told us about the Priesthood conference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyFwxWnNUBU/TsqhemtQBfI/AAAAAAAACJ0/AeLxvMjtoDg/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677527827412420082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyFwxWnNUBU/TsqhemtQBfI/AAAAAAAACJ0/AeLxvMjtoDg/s400/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, some of us got to go to the conference center to be at the conference... in the same room as the Prophet and Apostles... so neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom took Sam and me to conference once many years ago. I remember fidgeting in my seat and sitting on the floor, my seat, etc. and my Mom saying, "SHHHH!!" Then when the Prophet spoke she said, "there's the Prophet!" And I knew how important it was I was there. Glad she took me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really nice to go again and be old enough to sit in my seat the whole time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wB0A5wiT4g/Tsqf9wvlhHI/AAAAAAAACJc/3tTRc288ib4/s1600/116%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677526163659261042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wB0A5wiT4g/Tsqf9wvlhHI/AAAAAAAACJc/3tTRc288ib4/s400/116%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids spent a lot of time with their cousins, they got along great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should see these guys more often!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUenzPrF9VE/Tsqf9hPENoI/AAAAAAAACJQ/2j-nQ4nXPMA/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677526159496328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUenzPrF9VE/Tsqf9hPENoI/AAAAAAAACJQ/2j-nQ4nXPMA/s400/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb did some more tree climbing in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU-F1fwv-JE/Tsqf86IUseI/AAAAAAAACJE/SFyjBhxlBs8/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677526148999066082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU-F1fwv-JE/Tsqf86IUseI/AAAAAAAACJE/SFyjBhxlBs8/s400/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, by golly, our trip was coming to an end :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to come back! We really enjoyed spending some time with my side of the family, we don't get to do that very often. It was very, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeyMBlcQlO8/Tsqf8vB9sqI/AAAAAAAACI4/sEoKFt-fBDU/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677526146019603106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeyMBlcQlO8/Tsqf8vB9sqI/AAAAAAAACI4/sEoKFt-fBDU/s400/135.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-5450271413542062401?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5450271413542062401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5450271413542062401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5450271413542062401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5450271413542062401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/utah-trip-part-2.html' title='Utah Trip, part 2'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKfvO0OsMwQ/Tsqj0qUI4LI/AAAAAAAACLs/5Rbg7_MYFuI/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8549140551472590626</id><published>2011-11-21T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:41:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah trip, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our big trip of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't all been back to see my family since my Mom died almost 3 years ago. It's been too long and we were in much need of going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up nice and early, drove 2 1/2 hours to the big ciy airport...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677536080518827602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeQhnKN476c/Tsqo-_7JzlI/AAAAAAAACNw/8EDNnexebxw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We saw lots of missionaries arriving at SLC when we were. some had families waiting with signs, etc. But I was surprised by how many I saw waiting all alone by the luggage... just waiting for their families to come get them - that was really sad to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are waiting for a rental. There are sure some pretty gardens there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuIuUMIhE9Q/Tsqo_bJ8f5I/AAAAAAAACN8/b_BrqseE0qY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677536087828627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuIuUMIhE9Q/Tsqo_bJ8f5I/AAAAAAAACN8/b_BrqseE0qY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzry7TF3C-c/TsqnCmaJzfI/AAAAAAAACNk/q0Wz17nn2fY/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677533943365750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzry7TF3C-c/TsqnCmaJzfI/AAAAAAAACNk/q0Wz17nn2fY/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was to see my Grandma, she is 97! She is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham was worn out and slept on the same couch I probably took a nap on when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kclTZ6BWz2g/TsqnCLBG5NI/AAAAAAAACNY/Pkm1sgxl_9c/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677533936012944594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kclTZ6BWz2g/TsqnCLBG5NI/AAAAAAAACNY/Pkm1sgxl_9c/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love going to my Grandma's house. It's full of history and just like it was when I was little; lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a changing world I like that her home is always still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Hyrum playing on the same piano his Grandma (my Mom) learned to play the piano when she was young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIx6ryDyuzI/TsqnBUx4jLI/AAAAAAAACNM/TP48Ad9m2JE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677533921453575346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIx6ryDyuzI/TsqnBUx4jLI/AAAAAAAACNM/TP48Ad9m2JE/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ruth Naomi with her namesake, Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npvK4daT__U/TsqnAi5udaI/AAAAAAAACNA/5OoSCg4ecj4/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677533908064695714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npvK4daT__U/TsqnAi5udaI/AAAAAAAACNA/5OoSCg4ecj4/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma showed us a letter she got from President Monson last year wishing her a happy birthday. My Grandpa was a Branch president in the same stake with Pres. Monson when he was a Bishop so they knew each other. Pretty neat! Not everyone gets a birthday greeting from the Prophet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPdXAtGjN-A/TsqnAZ0ncjI/AAAAAAAACM0/lRhaB6peyGQ/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677533905627345458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPdXAtGjN-A/TsqnAZ0ncjI/AAAAAAAACM0/lRhaB6peyGQ/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was to visit my Mother's grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms3MQM9uQGU/Tsql44OUbtI/AAAAAAAACMo/704GGRA-C7A/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677532676837633746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms3MQM9uQGU/Tsql44OUbtI/AAAAAAAACMo/704GGRA-C7A/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day we went to show the kids where Mom and Dad met...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;down in the land of BYU!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677532667424882258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uyIZ_LyKVE/Tsql4VKJPlI/AAAAAAAACMc/D-V0egK5PXA/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hiked the "Y" (David, Caleb, and Hyrum made it to the top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677532650545086578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38voQfH2qp8/Tsql3WRsAHI/AAAAAAAACMU/arI-9_qkDbU/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hOJQDaPgFw/Tsql25BvBgI/AAAAAAAACME/7adB7OTgOHw/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677532642693547522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hOJQDaPgFw/Tsql25BvBgI/AAAAAAAACME/7adB7OTgOHw/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got some BYU shirts, had creamery ice cream, and got to see David's sister, Heidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, Jon showed us this picture of himself at the same age as Ammon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've got the exact same hair! Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(they look a lot alike, but I do claim that he looks more like me!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuY6gyC6438/Tsql2Zg5F6I/AAAAAAAACL4/_LUAThchJWo/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677532634234296226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuY6gyC6438/Tsql2Zg5F6I/AAAAAAAACL4/_LUAThchJWo/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-8549140551472590626?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8549140551472590626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8549140551472590626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8549140551472590626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8549140551472590626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/utah-trip-part-1.html' title='Utah trip, part 1'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeQhnKN476c/Tsqo-_7JzlI/AAAAAAAACNw/8EDNnexebxw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7644431289347571412</id><published>2011-11-19T18:35:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:55:24.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have really enjoyed having chickens. They are fun to watch, easy to take care of, yummy fresh eggs...&lt;br /&gt;Chickens are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217195780398898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaFMAmTuGRM/TsmG9ds63zI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OPoc5V9g3Mg/s400/227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217175712296178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFuZQMNu_g4/TsmG8S8T7PI/AAAAAAAACFs/WUjmOHAcbSQ/s400/239.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wondering why the bird feeder empties out so quickly... "wow," I thought, "we sure must get lots of birds" but then I noticed the GIANT bird that was eating it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217181033360498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPv116iJkac/TsmG8mw87HI/AAAAAAAACF4/r2esOD6kn4k/s400/214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahem... that bird feeder was swiftly moved to a "less accessible-to-hens" spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've all seen chicken eggs, right? They are roughly the same size. But what do you do when you go collect the eggs and find one of these little ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;???? (we didn't have a clue what was going on)????&lt;br /&gt;It's an egg with no yolk... just the egg white... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217188782832546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAzO6VE0-3s/TsmG9Doke6I/AAAAAAAACGE/aYCvLYvxrZQ/s400/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, before they molt (get new feathers) they lay a last little egg, take a break as they molt for a month or so then resume the normal egg-laying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most of them are molting right now before the winter hits so we're only getting 3 eggs/day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here's a normal chicken...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217466033384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TVSYZlsfyk/TsmHNMeQKzI/AAAAAAAACGo/Nj6E93dQ5pM/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a molting chicken...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217200107671682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVstUY7mQ4M/TsmG9t0n0II/AAAAAAAACGc/Oe8c-vagUv0/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... a "porcupicken" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not quite as pretty... just hope those feathers grow back before it gets too cold out there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-7644431289347571412?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7644431289347571412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7644431289347571412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7644431289347571412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7644431289347571412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/lawnmowers-and-boys_19.html' title='Chickens'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaFMAmTuGRM/TsmG9ds63zI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OPoc5V9g3Mg/s72-c/227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7190755621452937101</id><published>2011-11-19T18:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:15:03.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawnmowers and Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brigham loves the lawnmower, have I mentioned Brigham loves riding lawnmowers, oh, well he does... a LOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so excited to see the mower out waiting to be picked up and serviced. Hyrum stayed out with him as he enjoyed his "lawnmower time"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677206827270300034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PA8NKhhQ6Ag/Tsl9h7_eYYI/AAAAAAAACE8/LFIYB7wwMvk/s400/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7vlYt7jj3w/Tsl9jbB8SwI/AAAAAAAACFg/pNTC5JUA5pw/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677206822025226018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kreZGchRacg/Tsl9hoc85yI/AAAAAAAACEw/uGjnyidRG0k/s400/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4RJBYCoqCY/Tsl9id_VEjI/AAAAAAAACFU/PRcxOVDNViM/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677206836396495410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4RJBYCoqCY/Tsl9id_VEjI/AAAAAAAACFU/PRcxOVDNViM/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxf2z7K6PWE/Tsl9iAru6LI/AAAAAAAACFE/qPDhvnV9dqk/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677206828529674418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxf2z7K6PWE/Tsl9iAru6LI/AAAAAAAACFE/qPDhvnV9dqk/s400/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we go to the farm store with those tractors out front and one inside... oh he is happy. He'll about jump out of my arms or the cart and race over there to sit in the drivers seat. He's ready to go and get some work done. My farm boy.&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/6995431856238881204-7190755621452937101?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7190755621452937101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7190755621452937101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7190755621452937101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7190755621452937101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/lawnmowers-and-boys_864.html' title='Lawnmowers and Boys'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PA8NKhhQ6Ag/Tsl9h7_eYYI/AAAAAAAACE8/LFIYB7wwMvk/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2212890694860904637</id><published>2011-11-19T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:14:43.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... missing summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it nice to see a picture of summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the summer flowers and huge green trees outside, it's sad when it all goes dormant... but we all need a break sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677192521027318162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc7bOzHSPUg/TslwhNFWcZI/AAAAAAAACCI/FiQHk92hGr4/s400/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My pioneer girl, who dressed up as a pioneer for a month or so after Nauvoo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677192499072187026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQmOuHNTv4A/Tslwf7S1upI/AAAAAAAACBk/XoFwhZ7dWBE/s400/336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;complete with them boots&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677192508692919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDykVGw3zdA/TslwgfImdjI/AAAAAAAACBw/xfAn3iYg1KM/s400/335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pioneers are awesome!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677192510544238434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDak5WWv-nk/TslwgmB_V2I/AAAAAAAACB8/RRJjwizTtNA/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195776956137538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAji3ojXspU/TslzeuXRgEI/AAAAAAAACDQ/0PXmN4ZPYe4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Father/Son campout has been cancelled for the 3 years we've been here... first year there was an inland hurricane... next year a storm... this year a flood... but happily they rescheduled it so these boys could go to a farm and jump those hay bales! They loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a lot of boys in that car!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677198533429390098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjDeQpK0ZZ4/Tsl1_LBtaxI/AAAAAAAACEM/lUohCIdqljY/s400/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed the beautiful lakes they have here. I even got up waterskiing for my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hyrum also got up on some water skiis.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195779117971330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhYkUTzc3a4/Tslze2asd4I/AAAAAAAACDc/xhXdAMlbAuQ/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195797584104578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0rR2dALBng/Tslzf7NXTII/AAAAAAAACD0/ISqLsFrlb6s/s400/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195799270583458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLytpvhw32o/TslzgBfc7KI/AAAAAAAACD8/C-gElu3Q1WI/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some summer projects :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we happily, happily took up some of this flooring and sold it to someone who will appreciate it more than us! (it's pretty but when it's everywhere... just too much)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMfUFNYkoZ0/TslyLWDpmlI/AAAAAAAACDE/fU4eE_qVSJ4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677194344502237778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMfUFNYkoZ0/TslyLWDpmlI/AAAAAAAACDE/fU4eE_qVSJ4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and got some carpet... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-px_M0buMyfk/TslyLPzo_pI/AAAAAAAACC0/qbLrcJu_VWs/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677194342824476306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-px_M0buMyfk/TslyLPzo_pI/AAAAAAAACC0/qbLrcJu_VWs/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another fun project: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my Mom was dying I told her I'd make her a memorial garden for her to come visit. I got that started soon after getting home, but then found out I was pregnant so... not much happened, then last year with a newborn... not much happened. I was very excited to work on it again this year.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677194330305310722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1DbmkQQVOM/TslyKhK1sAI/AAAAAAAACCs/KLWwKe02tgA/s400/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got two clumps of soil, spread it out, and planted this all in one day. Amazing what you can get accomplished with some Divine help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pD45OZOvmak/TslyKV_3q8I/AAAAAAAACCc/HmdG37SpceA/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677194327306513346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pD45OZOvmak/TslyKV_3q8I/AAAAAAAACCc/HmdG37SpceA/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham helped me build this little wooden pathway.&lt;br /&gt;Those dogs are getting bigger (it takes 2 years to be full grown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677194324324786562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA-tCah977s/TslyKK4-IYI/AAAAAAAACCU/aKjRD6idEwM/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a little too big...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195788786788562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62QRHU_6PlU/Tslzfab66NI/AAAAAAAACDs/jw7527Nv40A/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (They are outside dogs but sometimes sneak in, don't worry... I saved the PB in 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/6995431856238881204-2212890694860904637?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2212890694860904637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2212890694860904637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2212890694860904637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2212890694860904637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahhh-missing-summer.html' title='Ahhh... missing summer...'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc7bOzHSPUg/TslwhNFWcZI/AAAAAAAACCI/FiQHk92hGr4/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1495207679633871582</id><published>2011-09-20T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T04:57:00.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the midwest, it is so beautiful!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUtMub8pFaM/Tnh4G_D1oVI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Tv0yINYNRU0/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401393565737298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUtMub8pFaM/Tnh4G_D1oVI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Tv0yINYNRU0/s400/226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight of the summer was a trip to Nauvoo, Illinois. We hadn't been in 8 years! (When we lived in Iowa it was only 3 hours away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a pretty drive up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_wSrj2-GnE/Tnh4GdLdYxI/AAAAAAAACBI/IXRxY-lbKg0/s1600/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401384470897426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_wSrj2-GnE/Tnh4GdLdYxI/AAAAAAAACBI/IXRxY-lbKg0/s400/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVF9U2WmPfc/Tnh4GANQNKI/AAAAAAAACBA/b2n2rYU89Tk/s1600/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401376693793954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVF9U2WmPfc/Tnh4GANQNKI/AAAAAAAACBA/b2n2rYU89Tk/s400/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many awesome, restored homes and shops to tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSZwcrULSsU/Tnh4FzOMctI/AAAAAAAACA4/vDqN85RQRqw/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401373208081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSZwcrULSsU/Tnh4FzOMctI/AAAAAAAACA4/vDqN85RQRqw/s400/233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of free plays, games, wagon rides, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2LH7LdWIOA/Tnh3BS4LVUI/AAAAAAAACAw/9cJB58oyIiU/s1600/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400196294694210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2LH7LdWIOA/Tnh3BS4LVUI/AAAAAAAACAw/9cJB58oyIiU/s400/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt0P32svi4k/Tnh3At7hNXI/AAAAAAAACAo/U3bPOPO-_Qc/s1600/240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400186376598898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt0P32svi4k/Tnh3At7hNXI/AAAAAAAACAo/U3bPOPO-_Qc/s400/240.JPG" border="0" /&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/-xVp-93WIP58/Tnh3ACytGKI/AAAAAAAACAg/Om5gLI3h9eM/s1600/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400174796904610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVp-93WIP58/Tnh3ACytGKI/AAAAAAAACAg/Om5gLI3h9eM/s400/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was a natural at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDezHj0X8rs/Tnh2_rId4GI/AAAAAAAACAY/O580Xl4BLKg/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400168445730914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDezHj0X8rs/Tnh2_rId4GI/AAAAAAAACAY/O580Xl4BLKg/s400/244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMFp4K6EAIc/Tnh2_CkxT5I/AAAAAAAACAQ/PcdJhRccCag/s1600/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400157558591378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMFp4K6EAIc/Tnh2_CkxT5I/AAAAAAAACAQ/PcdJhRccCag/s400/245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I love about Ammon is his love for people. At one restraunt he went up and started talking to the couple next to us, making friends and getting to know them. He really enjoys that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRWanHrfgI/Tnh1hC5b4FI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-AALzhiVudE/s1600/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654398542737563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRWanHrfgI/Tnh1hC5b4FI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-AALzhiVudE/s400/255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the Nauvoo Pageant, I saw this little boy sitting out in the woods nearby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654398554783003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-cRuZus45c/Tnh1hvxSszI/AAAAAAAAB_w/2hwZOZ666gk/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They've got this awesome, awesome "fun fair" with all sorts of things to do, all for free; making souveniers, dancing, cutting wood, golly just lots of fun stuff.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654398581324913858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12PsqSvsbWY/Tnh1jSpYHMI/AAAAAAAACAA/7WkCHgn1Soc/s400/263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my pioneer girl&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654398559926772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohRiX0rAn30/Tnh1iC7qY7I/AAAAAAAAB_4/bnU7k_NRTp8/s400/260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the scottish band&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654398590740611698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqchfs-Iwg0/Tnh1j1uQQnI/AAAAAAAACAI/F7W8EzArkso/s400/266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pageant was great, all live acting (the only church pageant done so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654396778442180690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8moq345h4Q/Tnhz6WYoyFI/AAAAAAAAB_A/izxbY2ZDtRQ/s400/278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The build a temple on stage, then it goes down and behind it the reall temple lights up... it's just amazing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654396785329986770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VC0tYd0j3Yc/Tnhz6wC0XNI/AAAAAAAAB_I/m2SpOXh7ZXE/s400/281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was such a great trip! Looking forward to going back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC_588HXxUw/Tnhz7LeRwDI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mvoHOZmPilI/s1600/290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654396792692916274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC_588HXxUw/Tnhz7LeRwDI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mvoHOZmPilI/s400/290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654396803777470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Rvc1axREXU/Tnhz70xCn0I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/XW2DQsbiZqE/s400/296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654396809295700562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPUvpi2-BUs/Tnhz8JUsIlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/E9mgdX_N0k4/s400/306.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1495207679633871582?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1495207679633871582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1495207679633871582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1495207679633871582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1495207679633871582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/09/nauvoo.html' title='Nauvoo!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUtMub8pFaM/Tnh4G_D1oVI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Tv0yINYNRU0/s72-c/226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6665114044921979317</id><published>2011-09-20T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:55:13.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year we switched to a "sibling bed" and it's been great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was getting frustrated with all the beds everywhere and everyone fighting about the beds, "that's MY bed, get off!" etc. etc. that accompanied bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got reading about a sibling bed and thought "wow, never thought of that" which is crazy because this is how sleeping arrangments were for probably forever until... I guess our developed country needed something to put in the big houses we make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, anyways this made sense to me so we tried it...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5fu5oUDUhI/TnhuZJ9iTPI/AAAAAAAAB-4/D-QViyDwzbY/s1600/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654390710613462258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5fu5oUDUhI/TnhuZJ9iTPI/AAAAAAAAB-4/D-QViyDwzbY/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47_ROKg0qFc/TnhuYRddTiI/AAAAAAAAB-w/6-cFNjWFmuQ/s1600/IMG_3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been almost a year and I'm very happy we switched; they get along better, Brigham sleeps better, I notice more closeness (brotherly concern) during the day... it's been a very, very good thing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yIkLoV6NQQ/TnhuX6hAu1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/Yi4bZcKHTXc/s1600/319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654390689287420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yIkLoV6NQQ/TnhuX6hAu1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/Yi4bZcKHTXc/s400/319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who wants to sleep alone anyways? It's lonely and scary, 'specially when your little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-6665114044921979317?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6665114044921979317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6665114044921979317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6665114044921979317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6665114044921979317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/09/sibling-bed.html' title='Sibling Bed'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5fu5oUDUhI/TnhuZJ9iTPI/AAAAAAAAB-4/D-QViyDwzbY/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6680644985196938915</id><published>2011-09-20T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:33:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYSFvxvEm2w/TnhrGAD7hwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/sN3Vp4u8MqE/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jumping bean Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAigpM7d5Gc/TnhrFlTAI1I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/dmWZbErQ0oI/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654387075818988370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAigpM7d5Gc/TnhrFlTAI1I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/dmWZbErQ0oI/s400/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping bean Ammon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rLqf5itjgw/TnhrFOiFQMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/qSZ2ROyv_yE/s1600/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654387069708222658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rLqf5itjgw/TnhrFOiFQMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/qSZ2ROyv_yE/s400/201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping bean Hyrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46pXRhbwe-Y/TnhrEnBvu5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Y70xReVBFuY/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654387059103611794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46pXRhbwe-Y/TnhrEnBvu5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Y70xReVBFuY/s400/203.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-6680644985196938915?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6680644985196938915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6680644985196938915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6680644985196938915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6680644985196938915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumping-beans.html' title='Jumping Beans'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAigpM7d5Gc/TnhrFlTAI1I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/dmWZbErQ0oI/s72-c/198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4070970909160360379</id><published>2011-09-20T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:24:02.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZDGpfVq_vw/Tnhl7AQtB7I/AAAAAAAAB94/7VrFto8onZk/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654381396520404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZDGpfVq_vw/Tnhl7AQtB7I/AAAAAAAAB94/7VrFto8onZk/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS9pcG0lzXk/Tnhl6oGBrgI/AAAAAAAAB9w/QXEByYkm8-g/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654381390033169922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS9pcG0lzXk/Tnhl6oGBrgI/AAAAAAAAB9w/QXEByYkm8-g/s400/134.JPG" border="0" /&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/-kpzPlUoW2jI/Tnhl5znedtI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Pnfx6TknoIs/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654381375946389202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpzPlUoW2jI/Tnhl5znedtI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Pnfx6TknoIs/s400/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4070970909160360379?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4070970909160360379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4070970909160360379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4070970909160360379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4070970909160360379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/09/farm-boy.html' title='Farm Boy'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZDGpfVq_vw/Tnhl7AQtB7I/AAAAAAAAB94/7VrFto8onZk/s72-c/130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2501154497600078336</id><published>2011-09-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:09:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've done a lot of work in front of our house this summer, it has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to put in some stone edging, but as I dug it in, found huge, old tree roots right in the way.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this to David, saying it was too bad... and then out he goes, and for two days works with axe, shovel, chainsaw, and other large man tools to cut away this gigantic tree root.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying, "you don't have to do all that work, I'll go around it!" And he says, "this is where you want it, right?" "Well, yeah" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That guy is awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654146702189741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js5Fa2dU8fc/TneQd_v3ReI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/bxceUSQBsWg/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nearly all of this has been planted this year, it has taken work, but looks great! I love gardening.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3dkL56IgfA/Tnea0FCin3I/AAAAAAAAB9g/YvmaxzgrhkA/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654158076683657074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3dkL56IgfA/Tnea0FCin3I/AAAAAAAAB9g/YvmaxzgrhkA/s400/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShR6D60R29c/TneaznOA_CI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/dYUkB_AlRRo/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654158068678720546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShR6D60R29c/TneaznOA_CI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/dYUkB_AlRRo/s400/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this spiky, red plant (crocosmia) is one of my favorites. I love it! And it brings the hummingbirds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654146740546096546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1__UeODQo/TneQgOouzaI/AAAAAAAAB84/uA7gnbIeiIM/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BB2NHP0eu7k/TneazBN_02I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/BAYzHuyrz0A/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654158058478097250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BB2NHP0eu7k/TneazBN_02I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/BAYzHuyrz0A/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purple coneflowers, so pretty next to the black-eyed susans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjAI3t9ar4A/TneaxzseFGI/AAAAAAAAB9I/g75mqrD6oyw/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654158037667943522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjAI3t9ar4A/TneaxzseFGI/AAAAAAAAB9I/g75mqrD6oyw/s400/117.JPG" border="0" /&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/-xpK8WWMsDTE/TneaxSkD7TI/AAAAAAAAB9A/uDtv8OZanXk/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654158028774305074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpK8WWMsDTE/TneaxSkD7TI/AAAAAAAAB9A/uDtv8OZanXk/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hmoEGZn9Vg/TneQfhybnPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/BoBuhsj5ERk/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654146728507186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hmoEGZn9Vg/TneQfhybnPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/BoBuhsj5ERk/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /&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/-0lbF2AO_gsE/TneQezCUbwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-v0t2teU9fQ/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654146715957358338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lbF2AO_gsE/TneQezCUbwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-v0t2teU9fQ/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a lot of hot, sweaty days out there working, but summer is now my official favorite season... because I CAN get out there to work and plant and get things done in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss summer and it's beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to see all this grow back in next year even bigger, fuller, and more beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6j6o09cfUQ/TneQeeJwF8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/EVFAWQu04nc/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654146710351386562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6j6o09cfUQ/TneQeeJwF8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/EVFAWQu04nc/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-2501154497600078336?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2501154497600078336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2501154497600078336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2501154497600078336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2501154497600078336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/09/weve-done-lot-of-work-in-front-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js5Fa2dU8fc/TneQd_v3ReI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/bxceUSQBsWg/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1323980514724709154</id><published>2011-08-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:47:40.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfires in the backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps my favorite thing about living out of the big city is the freedom to have a firepit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It starts out with some yard work:&lt;br /&gt;(yippee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akBr5sZfT-k/TlZ60OiLHLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BqC27oINiKM/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644834220628712626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akBr5sZfT-k/TlZ60OiLHLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BqC27oINiKM/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day, we've got ourselves a nice burn pile to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2aWDLvMCko/TlZ6zohqpQI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/71LJVrB-kQs/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644834210426037506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2aWDLvMCko/TlZ6zohqpQI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/71LJVrB-kQs/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marshmallows, hot dogs, graham crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXI3qoKBruk/TlZ6y7TqoWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/10PGS2BSilE/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644834198287720802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXI3qoKBruk/TlZ6y7TqoWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/10PGS2BSilE/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644835093355205442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03sV6ggHTQo/TlZ7nBsYk0I/AAAAAAAAB7o/oIWHSdpIl4I/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some good ol' together time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swVfxaHj-_o/TlZ6yaDzItI/AAAAAAAAB7I/yZmrJIr6frQ/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644834189362799314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swVfxaHj-_o/TlZ6yaDzItI/AAAAAAAAB7I/yZmrJIr6frQ/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love campfires in my backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FqXJ4XSfc/TlZ6x2jWcbI/AAAAAAAAB7A/wva03-_W_vY/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644834179831460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FqXJ4XSfc/TlZ6x2jWcbI/AAAAAAAAB7A/wva03-_W_vY/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1323980514724709154?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1323980514724709154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1323980514724709154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1323980514724709154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1323980514724709154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/08/campfires-in-backyard.html' title='Campfires in the backyard'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akBr5sZfT-k/TlZ60OiLHLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BqC27oINiKM/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2774717556804538395</id><published>2011-08-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:17:56.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Water fun, fully clothed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKsNodB0Hp4/Tk6jhecJd5I/AAAAAAAAB64/Il2DS-Us6Ts/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642627178643945362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKsNodB0Hp4/Tk6jhecJd5I/AAAAAAAAB64/Il2DS-Us6Ts/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJt1s4HjHO0/Tk6jhAjIEAI/AAAAAAAAB6w/It6jjjHVPG0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642627170620149762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJt1s4HjHO0/Tk6jhAjIEAI/AAAAAAAAB6w/It6jjjHVPG0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Splashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrOtRN9Wf68/Tk6ioCRnf8I/AAAAAAAAB6o/N9s2nvirfhs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626191831039938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrOtRN9Wf68/Tk6ioCRnf8I/AAAAAAAAB6o/N9s2nvirfhs/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMJ8ehSffA/Tk6ioPXwPBI/AAAAAAAAB6g/yApA-pvsMy4/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626195346439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMJ8ehSffA/Tk6ioPXwPBI/AAAAAAAAB6g/yApA-pvsMy4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Water guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8f7cHulI1M/Tk6inH3oEVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4M_zsm5lAvg/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626176152768850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8f7cHulI1M/Tk6inH3oEVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4M_zsm5lAvg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZZLJbxuvIw/Tk6im9gr9ZI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/aG14XpcJHxA/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626173372200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZZLJbxuvIw/Tk6im9gr9ZI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/aG14XpcJHxA/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yUXW2YotX8/Tk6imkA0X5I/AAAAAAAAB6I/NDFQ6X0Ep3Y/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626166527647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yUXW2YotX8/Tk6imkA0X5I/AAAAAAAAB6I/NDFQ6X0Ep3Y/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-2774717556804538395?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2774717556804538395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2774717556804538395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2774717556804538395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2774717556804538395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKsNodB0Hp4/Tk6jhecJd5I/AAAAAAAAB64/Il2DS-Us6Ts/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-312988420957395861</id><published>2011-08-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:29:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage and Goats</title><content type='html'>First of all, I just finished reading "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott and that is the best book I have ever read. Wow, very uplifting, full of wisdom, and just good... a book that makes you want to be a better person, a better mother. (Hyrum recommended it to me, he told me it was the best book ever.) So read it! And if you have, read it again... it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to Food Storage and GOATS, yep... Maaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have your food storage. The more I listen to the news (which I try not to do too much, it's very frustrating) the more I want to make sure to heed that prophetic counsel. If all else fails, I want to be able to feed my family.&lt;br /&gt;From moving around so much, we've been a bit slow going on it, but have been doing better and have almost got it all. I've been grinding my own wheat lately... YUM... so we've got lots of that.&lt;br /&gt;But milk... I love milk, love cream on my oatmeal mush, love homemade ice cream, love real butter... etc. I love cows.&lt;br /&gt;So I was ordering some powdered milk today and thinking how much easier it would be to have a cow than all these cans... and yum... fresh milk and cream to make butter, cheese, etc.&lt;br /&gt;(of course in reality, the work is not easier than cans... but work builds character in young boys)&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was reading, I find out an average cow will give you 6 gallons of milk a day. That's a lot. I can't eat that much cream, much as I'd like too.&lt;br /&gt;So... I started learning about goats. At their peak, they will give about 1 gallon a day but usually about 1 quart. We could use their cream for butter, ice cream, and mozzarella cheese. They are friendly, less stinky, eat poison ivy, take up less space... etc. PERFECT! &lt;br /&gt;... I'm thinking a goat would be awesome. But David looked at me weird when I mentioned, "we need a goat." And mentioned something about, "those four words have me a bit worried" because he knows he may come home and see some goats in the yard? Maybe. &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/6995431856238881204-312988420957395861?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/312988420957395861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=312988420957395861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/312988420957395861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/312988420957395861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/08/food-storage-and-goats.html' title='Food Storage and Goats'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2704654775135210903</id><published>2011-07-14T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:52:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See these boys? In the front of the coaster car? The very front? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, those are my boys! What?! Yep, apparently they grew up, I'm not sure when, but I guess it's happened (or is happen&lt;strong&gt;ing&lt;/strong&gt;). So anywho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6upCpVFESE/Th8SHjlqSNI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PqKKRuOOEt4/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629237980257994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6upCpVFESE/Th8SHjlqSNI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PqKKRuOOEt4/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there they go, yep, there goes my boys... in the front... no turning back now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKH4QAJRJJ0/Th8SHKuI7HI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ot57qRBQVtw/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629237973582670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKH4QAJRJJ0/Th8SHKuI7HI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ot57qRBQVtw/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you see that big hill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'tis a stange thing to send your boys off on a roller coaster alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv1jLg8TW6A/Th8SGbsCONI/AAAAAAAAB5g/L6vMcuFsHZw/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629237960957376722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv1jLg8TW6A/Th8SGbsCONI/AAAAAAAAB5g/L6vMcuFsHZw/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This ride here is the &lt;strong&gt;tallest&lt;/strong&gt; water ride ...in the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2X-TMJwkgQ/Th8SF4L2LeI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/qrzSn1FteAU/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629237951427128802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2X-TMJwkgQ/Th8SF4L2LeI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/qrzSn1FteAU/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yep... there they are again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgQns4SAews/Th8QjfnGWCI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/OJgofV6Szco/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629236261203367970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgQns4SAews/Th8QjfnGWCI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/OJgofV6Szco/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Ammon went on this one. And since most people (well, most &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; people, from which we are exempt) weren't going on the water rides this cold day the workers just let them stay on and go down again... and again... and again. They loved it! (notice Ammon in the picture saying "just ONE more time" to us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvjjy6C6WYk/Th8QjOE-4zI/AAAAAAAAB5I/7RWM6Djkrc8/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629236256496870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvjjy6C6WYk/Th8QjOE-4zI/AAAAAAAAB5I/7RWM6Djkrc8/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, David convinced Ammon he could probably try one of their roller coasters, so he tried the smallest one with me and did okay (I was worried for him, but he handled it well). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then David tried to convince Hyrum to go on their biggest wooden coaster... this thing is HUGE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried convincing Hyrum to NOT go on it, which was reasonable and won out for most of the day. But then he decided to go on it with David and LOVED it. So he wanted to go again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmPSnoeca1g/Th8QiW1t0PI/AAAAAAAAB5A/64WAAHm9AM8/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629236241668886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmPSnoeca1g/Th8QiW1t0PI/AAAAAAAAB5A/64WAAHm9AM8/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after that conquest, David turned his attention to me... trying to convince ME that I should go on it. (I went down with him last year, and was um... terrified... to go down again -that thing is just HUGE! Click &lt;a href="http://www.holidayworld.com/rides/voyage"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a video of it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Hyrum really wanted to take me on it, so about 10 minutes before the park closed I ran to the other end of the park with Hyrum to go on it before I scared myself away from it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode and then they let us stay on to do it again for the last ride of the night before closing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hyrum wanted to, and it was fun, so we stayed on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, did I mention it was HUGE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Mom will do for her boy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3MA7klLaKI/Th8QhxoHmDI/AAAAAAAAB44/woFL0hnibtE/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629236231679744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3MA7klLaKI/Th8QhxoHmDI/AAAAAAAAB44/woFL0hnibtE/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were treated to a beautiful sunset as we journeyed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmfqU-gwL_M/Th8QhS8OhPI/AAAAAAAAB4w/FxdZ7ywVbb4/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629236223442584818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmfqU-gwL_M/Th8QhS8OhPI/AAAAAAAAB4w/FxdZ7ywVbb4/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy, but tired. A big two days of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629249914483662658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpUTFjOVHCo/Th8c-OCyX0I/AAAAAAAAB54/5ZRkUF-q_SQ/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tired, that for the next few days some of us just seem to fall asleep wherever we happen to be, whatever we happen to be doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629249919560332386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOsDeIL_HXw/Th8c-g9KNGI/AAAAAAAAB6A/5VshMtleVG8/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-2704654775135210903?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2704654775135210903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2704654775135210903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2704654775135210903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2704654775135210903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/07/zooming.html' title='Zooming'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6upCpVFESE/Th8SHjlqSNI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PqKKRuOOEt4/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3347160865498063191</id><published>2011-07-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:55:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just love, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF5A3oz0oLo/Thy7wf9zplI/AAAAAAAAB4o/aV8yV59ldR0/s1600/holidayworld.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628580076195128914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF5A3oz0oLo/Thy7wf9zplI/AAAAAAAAB4o/aV8yV59ldR0/s400/holidayworld.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the gates... excitement building...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbxp0mgk7sg/Thy6d6rHtVI/AAAAAAAAB4g/g1USJJA-miA/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628578657435366738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbxp0mgk7sg/Thy6d6rHtVI/AAAAAAAAB4g/g1USJJA-miA/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rented this wagon, we thought for Brigham, but Ruth was the one who mostly used it.&lt;br /&gt;(I love how they have a manger scene near the main entrance!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQP_Qszwep0/Thy6de0SCiI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/tXd7AhDQFwo/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628578649957599778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQP_Qszwep0/Thy6de0SCiI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/tXd7AhDQFwo/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days we headed out to Indiana happened to be cold, which was.... cold, but also great for us because it was so empty! They have an awesome water park also, and since kids seem to not notice when it is cold and they are wet they got to go over and over again on all the awesome big waterslides. We had to finally drag them out of there because Mom was really cold, they wondered why. Really, they all thought I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride Brigham LOVED. And since few people were there, he got to go one it over and over and over with Ruth and Ammon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576882502484418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JiKkfaWL0nY/Thy42miJQcI/AAAAAAAAB4I/DcaIVS-dyI8/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They are so cute, love the poses in this picture:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5tM1ELNTQ0/Thy6caNrxKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/kzXGb9dVmgk/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628578631542097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5tM1ELNTQ0/Thy6caNrxKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/kzXGb9dVmgk/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham finally got rights to the wagon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0d_DPSMxMsM/Thy41yPqvfI/AAAAAAAAB4A/6ChJQpVmvhI/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576868466343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0d_DPSMxMsM/Thy41yPqvfI/AAAAAAAAB4A/6ChJQpVmvhI/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down "frightful falls", Ruth is in front with her hands over her face, with David and Ammon behind. (the picture is blurry because they are going down so FAST!)&lt;br /&gt;Ruth really liked it and wanted to go down again.&lt;br /&gt;Which of course is okay, because no line to waite in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQfzp4EcT5k/Thy41ZDCI_I/AAAAAAAAB34/xKwifmKbO7o/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576861702464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQfzp4EcT5k/Thy41ZDCI_I/AAAAAAAAB34/xKwifmKbO7o/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David took Ruth and Brigham on the last ride of the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ammon and Caleb were on the coaster next to him, and I was off on the biggest roller coaster with Hyrum, Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0XqIV-xJImk/Thy409204qI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4KSrDOv2NsI/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576854403506850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0XqIV-xJImk/Thy409204qI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4KSrDOv2NsI/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOb0OeqfErk/Thy40XN_DVI/AAAAAAAAB3o/u9DnVt7gRf8/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576844031659346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOb0OeqfErk/Thy40XN_DVI/AAAAAAAAB3o/u9DnVt7gRf8/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope we'll see ya again next year! We love Holiday World! It's the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3347160865498063191?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3347160865498063191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3347160865498063191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3347160865498063191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3347160865498063191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday-world.html' title='Holiday World!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF5A3oz0oLo/Thy7wf9zplI/AAAAAAAAB4o/aV8yV59ldR0/s72-c/holidayworld.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6374715276807695460</id><published>2011-06-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:31:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a good look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because this is a "4 year old" Ruth who will NEVER be four years old again... &lt;em&gt;for the beyonds of beyonds of eternity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9M7pzIsEIW0/Tfe0M30zp4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/VNR-uGglEps/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157193404852098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9M7pzIsEIW0/Tfe0M30zp4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/VNR-uGglEps/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And NOW she's five! 5! five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNX_2k6gteo/Tfe0MdiNF_I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/64BIRL6eFtA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157186347505650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNX_2k6gteo/Tfe0MdiNF_I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/64BIRL6eFtA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Happy, Happy Birthday to the awesome Ruthie girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got to sing Happy Birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got a new sliding door installed (the other got shattered from a wayward rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wliD4un3DIQ/Tfe0MCwLe4I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/0_Hi3T5qMus/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157179158363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wliD4un3DIQ/Tfe0MCwLe4I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/0_Hi3T5qMus/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had birthday CINNAMON ROLLS! (with NO fire, she doesn't like the fire on the candles)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDtfj8zjwsw/Tfe0LpgXqyI/AAAAAAAAB3I/HEvaLX3BqjI/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618157172381166370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDtfj8zjwsw/Tfe0LpgXqyI/AAAAAAAAB3I/HEvaLX3BqjI/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then we went swimming at the town pool! Super fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay Ruth for being born into our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-6374715276807695460?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6374715276807695460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6374715276807695460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6374715276807695460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6374715276807695460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-good-look.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9M7pzIsEIW0/Tfe0M30zp4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/VNR-uGglEps/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3930209663708715047</id><published>2011-06-07T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:23:01.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caleb had a birthday and turned 11!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, so old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to his favorite park to celebrate.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DenKRPcZsdE/Te55jOi9-AI/AAAAAAAAB24/rb3WhHvqFoQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559431484733442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DenKRPcZsdE/Te55jOi9-AI/AAAAAAAAB24/rb3WhHvqFoQ/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these kids are all getting HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dql3-HMIKF0/Te55iiDHDII/AAAAAAAAB2w/vx0jxOdNrOg/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559419539950722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dql3-HMIKF0/Te55iiDHDII/AAAAAAAAB2w/vx0jxOdNrOg/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens didn't want to be left out of the celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHLszmzsZgY/Te55iFnaMkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/wik2_5pswt8/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559411907572290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHLszmzsZgY/Te55iFnaMkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/wik2_5pswt8/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(David put this cute note in the nesting box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f24ZyBBc1xE/Te55hqXSl_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/XREebtWz8zk/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559404592207858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f24ZyBBc1xE/Te55hqXSl_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/XREebtWz8zk/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWwFxvdpars/Te55hDKgkYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0JS11AlAa0g/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559394069614978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWwFxvdpars/Te55hDKgkYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0JS11AlAa0g/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3930209663708715047?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3930209663708715047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3930209663708715047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3930209663708715047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3930209663708715047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/06/mr-11.html' title='Mr. 11'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DenKRPcZsdE/Te55jOi9-AI/AAAAAAAAB24/rb3WhHvqFoQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4942530840943141583</id><published>2011-06-03T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:50:48.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Tornadoes</title><content type='html'>It's a weird feeling to know a storm system is heading straight for you that caused several tornadoes in the states just west of you the day before, causing lots of damage, and which is projected to have a high risk of tornadoes coming at you.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be there in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we got to experience this.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to head out to Indiana to Holiday World, but then found out about the storms coming, which were also going to hit Indiana. So we decided to stay where we had a basement, rather than go to a hotel with no basement.&lt;br /&gt;Most everyone was watching the doppler radar either on TV or internet.&lt;br /&gt;Very strange to look at your home and know you may not see it again. We took some pictures, put the animals in a safe place, and headed to the basement. Then it hit.&lt;br /&gt;We were listening to the radio, and hearing the warning to the town just 45 min. from us, "Seek cover, immediately, the tornado is imminent. Again, there is a tornado, seek shelter immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;Very scary.&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky that it didn't hit us in our town. We got a down tree and some branches thrown across the yard.&lt;br /&gt;One of David's nurses, who lives in the town that got the tornado had the corner of her home just taken right off.&lt;br /&gt;Been lots of storms this year. And we know it's just the beginning. God is trying to remind us to turn to him.&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice to have that reassurance that, yes, Jesus will be coming! This has all been prophesied so we could know the time is near. That is nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;We just keep doing our best to be our best, and hope to make it through to that glorious day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4942530840943141583?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4942530840943141583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4942530840943141583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4942530840943141583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4942530840943141583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting-for-tornadoes.html' title='Waiting for Tornadoes'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1169163335029194659</id><published>2011-06-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:53:30.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbread Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, have you ever thought of cornbread in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.... I made some yesterday that is worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614057101537595138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytmE28bNAro/TekjMHXoTwI/AAAAAAAAB2I/989Pdew2MJg/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been grinding my own wheat the past month or so for making bread ( oh, yum! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thought, hmmm, I'll grind up some cornmeal... that should be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I found some whole grain corn (a.k.a. popcorn) and ground it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;added some freshly ground hard white wheat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND some fresh eggs from the backyard...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614057111237145730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86VQ27se5nQ/TekjMrgLtII/AAAAAAAAB2Q/lEpGIiPSH3U/s400/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and by golly, WOW, perfect yumminess. I thought I made some pretty good cornbread before (with subbing some whole wheat and rye flour for the refined, bland white flour) but WOAH, adding some butter, letting it melt on the warm fresh cornbread with such fresh ingredients...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wow, I never knew I liked cornbread so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now alls I need is a cow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmm.... fresh milk, cream, and butter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a wonder I don't weigh 3 times as much... I really like food. Well, atleast real food with fresh ingredients, guess I've never liked sugar and fastfood and doughnuts or such; that probably saves me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1169163335029194659?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1169163335029194659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1169163335029194659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1169163335029194659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1169163335029194659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/06/cornbread-heaven.html' title='Cornbread Heaven'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytmE28bNAro/TekjMHXoTwI/AAAAAAAAB2I/989Pdew2MJg/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4566035889582003819</id><published>2011-05-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:44:23.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Awesome Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay Hyrum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super-Awesome boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hyrum finished reading the Bible today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The WHOLE Bible!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o11BOJFoC0/Tdh3T_2JodI/AAAAAAAAB18/_I1RjgljyoI/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609364521329730002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o11BOJFoC0/Tdh3T_2JodI/AAAAAAAAB18/_I1RjgljyoI/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wanted to read the Book of Mormon before he was baptized, which he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he got scriptures on his birthday #8 and read the Doctrine and Covenants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, the Old Testament and he just finished the New Testament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very inspiring! I've started reading again the Old Testament too. That's the only one I haven't read all the way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, Hyrum. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4566035889582003819?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4566035889582003819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4566035889582003819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4566035889582003819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4566035889582003819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-awesome-boy.html' title='Super-Awesome Boy'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o11BOJFoC0/Tdh3T_2JodI/AAAAAAAAB18/_I1RjgljyoI/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6831637307679630312</id><published>2011-05-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:37:54.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't open your blogs! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha, Marci, Shara, Laura, Sherry, Heidi, Courtney, Julie, &amp;amp; Cilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our computer is only about four years old, but apparently too ancient to open some of these new fancy blog backgrounds. Some of yours I haven't been able to open for a while so I check them on another computer when I can, but by golly, more and more are gettin' fancier and not opening on my home computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-6831637307679630312?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6831637307679630312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6831637307679630312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6831637307679630312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6831637307679630312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/cant-open-your-blogs-martha-marci-shara.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-620994043552482352</id><published>2011-05-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:49:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caleb and Hyrum got some scout awards last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Caleb! He will be finished with his Webelos in about a month and be a BOY SCOUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIeGHkImer0/TdV4BLSPakI/AAAAAAAAB10/WzQ0qXb9pOk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608520872564320834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIeGHkImer0/TdV4BLSPakI/AAAAAAAAB10/WzQ0qXb9pOk/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Go Hyrum! Hyrum finished his wolf and even earned two arrows! He's always asking, "can we do scouts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Hyrum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--X05n4C9cFU/TdV4A8Os_pI/AAAAAAAAB1s/pAX6P609vJE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608520868522950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--X05n4C9cFU/TdV4A8Os_pI/AAAAAAAAB1s/pAX6P609vJE/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. we would have gotten the awards earlier, but our scout leader was stuck in his home for the last 3 weeks because of the floods. The waters were 10 feet above the road out of his property, but luckily his home is on a hill and was not flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6995431856238881204-620994043552482352?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/620994043552482352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=620994043552482352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/620994043552482352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/620994043552482352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/caleb-and-hyrum-got-some-scout-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIeGHkImer0/TdV4BLSPakI/AAAAAAAAB10/WzQ0qXb9pOk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3614828891777317212</id><published>2011-05-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:03:36.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMzvBLQEuc8/TdV3HPsy2cI/AAAAAAAAB1k/LYaTBu6coj0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608519877317024194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMzvBLQEuc8/TdV3HPsy2cI/AAAAAAAAB1k/LYaTBu6coj0/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ?? Don't know what this thing is that was driving in front of us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ay-4x-KyZc/TdV3GpqGyeI/AAAAAAAAB1c/snKWZd5adUI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608519867105200610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ay-4x-KyZc/TdV3GpqGyeI/AAAAAAAAB1c/snKWZd5adUI/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3614828891777317212?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3614828891777317212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3614828891777317212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3614828891777317212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3614828891777317212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMzvBLQEuc8/TdV3HPsy2cI/AAAAAAAAB1k/LYaTBu6coj0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3614693394691133464</id><published>2011-05-16T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:19:51.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Briggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time has flown by! Seems like this guy is growing up so fast. Brigham is 17 and a half months old and a super cutie-pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the Briggster:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves toilets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've had socks, small rubber duckies, etc. flushed down (the plumber found the duckies when figuring out why none of our sewage water was getting past the lift station to the city line...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He now, as far as we know, just likes to splash and swish toothbrushes in there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eqesroUp74/TdG8BPWilhI/AAAAAAAAB1U/zBJWzsKnnPw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607469740539942418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eqesroUp74/TdG8BPWilhI/AAAAAAAAB1U/zBJWzsKnnPw/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves the chickens and likes to feed them the rest of his apples (or any other food he has, he is great at sharing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVCMORvG7TU/TdG7g_VECnI/AAAAAAAAB1M/HtkoB5pUGVs/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607469186482965106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVCMORvG7TU/TdG7g_VECnI/AAAAAAAAB1M/HtkoB5pUGVs/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just super handsome, like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPYGbUmJ_Cg/TdG7gdfzvLI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rHkKVZzUa4U/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607469177401228466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPYGbUmJ_Cg/TdG7gdfzvLI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rHkKVZzUa4U/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really, REALLY, wants to drive... always grabbing the keys and wanting to sit in the driver's seat. He wants to do all the things he sees us doing, definately a go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TtR30MgeYI/TdG7gBTPXuI/AAAAAAAAB08/V655ICbScDU/s1600/may%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607469169832320738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TtR30MgeYI/TdG7gBTPXuI/AAAAAAAAB08/V655ICbScDU/s400/may%2B021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves playing with his awesome older 4 siblings! Getting piggy-back rides, tackling them down, getting his hair brushed, reading books, dancing, giving "5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtpDC_9lzo8/TdG7f6BWvxI/AAAAAAAAB00/AhZhOrU-jn4/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607469167878258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtpDC_9lzo8/TdG7f6BWvxI/AAAAAAAAB00/AhZhOrU-jn4/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When David leaves to work, Brigham follows him out waving and in a high pitched voice says, "bye, daddy!", "byyyye!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is an ardent nurser, more than any others of my babies and shows no sign of wanting to give that up for a while (he loves his Mama).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3614693394691133464?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3614693394691133464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3614693394691133464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3614693394691133464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3614693394691133464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/briggs.html' title='The Briggs'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eqesroUp74/TdG8BPWilhI/AAAAAAAAB1U/zBJWzsKnnPw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7534822578945373479</id><published>2011-05-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:13:15.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants on a Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqJ5QedUYc4/Tc2bFAXveQI/AAAAAAAAB0s/XbzXPcUsiw8/s1600/may%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606307621447366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqJ5QedUYc4/Tc2bFAXveQI/AAAAAAAAB0s/XbzXPcUsiw8/s400/may%2B026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ants on a log. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mom used to make these for me when I was little, and now I make them for my kids (and sometimes they make them for me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celery, peanut butter, and raisins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember my Mom coming in and asking, "do you want ants or no ants on your log?" I was probably 4, and I looked at her like she was crazy... I remember thinking "why would I want to eat ants... or a peice of wood?!" She smiled and handed me one, mmmm... still remember the yumminess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-7534822578945373479?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7534822578945373479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7534822578945373479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7534822578945373479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7534822578945373479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/05/ants-on-log.html' title='Ants on a Log'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqJ5QedUYc4/Tc2bFAXveQI/AAAAAAAAB0s/XbzXPcUsiw8/s72-c/may%2B026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2826843064811424883</id><published>2011-04-22T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:27:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwest storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still wondering when you all are moving out here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The midwest is where it's at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(it=the awesomeness... some of you have discovered this and are out here somewhere, well done.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's beautiful, low cost of living, people are still people (a.k.a. nice), and we get the most AWESOME storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A week ago, David got off work early and went running. We all usually ride our bikes alongside him and have a fun family outing, but on this day only the older 3 boys went while I stayed behind to rototill the garden before the upcoming rainstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We could see the clouds coming, but David and I thought we had plenty of time to get done and be back safe inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yeah... um, as I write this anther rainstorm started)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, really dark clouds came overhead...hmmm... that usually means big storm, but I think, "don't animals know when a bad storm is coming? Them chickens look happy and are just pecking along... it's probably nothing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: don't judge storms off of chickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light raindrops fall... oooo, I'm almost done rototilling, must finish! Lot's of lightning, lots of loud thunder... but almost done! And BAM, hail... (hmm... do I have time to put this tiller away so it's not rained on?) BAM, more, bigger hail (Nope, AH, RUN!) So I run in the house after getting pelted a few times... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I remember my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gathered Brigham and Ruth (the power goes out) and ran out to the garage to get in the truck. The hail was coming down so fast and thick you could barely see, it sounded like the windshields of the truck and car were being cracked with each hit, so loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the tornado sirens go off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever seen a freaked out Mom/wife? That was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, like, what do you do? First I tell Ruth to run to the basement, so she does, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then, what about my boys and husband out there? I picture them stuck next to a giant field with no shelter nearby and a looming tornado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tell her to come back and we jump through the hailstorm into the truck to go save our family at possible death to us all... but, what else could I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other side of the fields:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David and the boys are merrily going along when Caleb and Hyrum feel a few drops of rain. "Hey Dad, I felt a raindrop we should turn back", David figuring it would start out slow like most rainstorms says, "okay, at the end of this road".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They turn around and start heading back. Caleb and Hyrum go ahead a bit on their bikes while Ammon stays by his Dad. There's a few more raindrops followed by lots of lightning and thunder, the sky gets really dark and BAM! down comes the hail. Ammon starts crying. BAM! bigger and faster hail. David grabs Ammon and heads for shelter under a nearby tree. A lady nearby waves them into her house, she has no phone for David to call me, he doesn't know where the older boys are. After a few seconds of that small conversation, he dashes outside into the storm, being pelted over and over by quarter size hail to run down the street (well, actually UP the street which is a large hill) to find his boys, not knowing how far ahead they were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caleb and Hyrum are happily riding along, have just reached the top of the hill, when the hail starts pelting them (those bike helmets DO do some good). When their bikes won't move anymore due to the huge amount of hail, Caleb jumps off and heads under a tree for cover, and prayed. Hyrum, expecting David to show up any moment and not being able to see more than 4 feet in front of himself due to the hail, stands and waites. Oh, that poor boy! He said it felt like 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then his Dad came into view! Finally saved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon a police car came down the road, David waved them down and got himself and the two boys in, then headed back for Ammon. The policemen drove them home a different route than I was going in the truck. I passed 2 bikes and couldn't find them stranded (by now the storm was slowing down) so I headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy, was I happy to see my husband come out of the front door as I drove up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After something like that, you think... man, nothing else matters other than family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sure feel a lot more compassion towards all those disaster victims who are stranded from family, not knowing where family members are... that would be so horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had our power out half the night, but no big deal. We were together. And safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then this week, Tuesday, we had another storm coming. We didn't go out on a bike ride this time. We did fill up our gas tanks and storage tanks. This one we watched coming on the internet weather map, with possible tornadoes. It also hit pretty quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's very interesting, the calm before the storm... we went outside and it was a clear sky, no wind blowing, yet we knew from the information we saw from radar, that a storm was headed straight for us, a bad storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is religious significance in that, always be ready. The Lord will come, suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It hit hard, the power was out in seconds, ("that was quick"). We went to the basement, but no tornado sirens this time so we eventually came back up, and went to bed (it was night by now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a down power line in our yard. Our neighbors large tree fell on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598478847978982898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XM650b1GiBw/TbHK2ahTTfI/AAAAAAAABzk/9uA3Ezihvso/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;over 100 power lines were down in our small town of about 10,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr. Crooked tree (from our inland hurricane 2 years ago) is now Mr. MORE crooked tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598478861419711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP09lMGsMyM/TbHK3Ml0jOI/AAAAAAAABzs/_v5j8bh0mFA/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did have a lovely horse weather vane on top of our house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598478867741155250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmdK7IOL8DU/TbHK3kI-H7I/AAAAAAAABz0/eQyOWCfNYqg/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but he was smashed by the top of the cupola as they traveled to our front walk-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(careful who you travel with :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R2Mj-9yOUg/TbHK4CcFsSI/AAAAAAAABz8/SYnqtl68Qh0/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598478875874406690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R2Mj-9yOUg/TbHK4CcFsSI/AAAAAAAABz8/SYnqtl68Qh0/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David got out the generator (we have a lift station with a pump... that runs on electricity... that takes our sewage and pumps it into the city line... it backs up into the basement if the pump is not working... yes, generators are REALLY nice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hooked up the pump and the fridge off and on. Can't keep it going all the time with these gas prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598478882240396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-babTzbr69RA/TbHK4aJ2_cI/AAAAAAAAB0E/xMR-qqhQM7M/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The generator will keep a few small things going, nothing that requires too much power. We had a few cords coming through the house hooked to it outside in the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a really cool fireplace that blows hot are out to help heat the house. It got pretty cold after the storm, so David had a fire going to keep us warm until we got power again yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a great opportunity to see how ready we are for a more serious emergency (which we all know will be coming, these are the latter-days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had some freshly ground whole wheat from food storage, so we made some chocolate chip cookies... you need cookies during an emergency. And I cooked them on the grill. Worked well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480536831781090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tVvW2rj8Y4/TbHMYt_L6OI/AAAAAAAAB0M/1eQia6nMQuA/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Also, plugged the bread maker in for a little and made some bread, then cooked that on the grill, also was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480544705294386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMqlMz8V7Jc/TbHMZLUYMDI/AAAAAAAAB0U/TI9I_BbzGpc/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And David hooked up his new birthday ice cream maker and made us some fabulous homemade ice cream. I think I may learn to love ice cream this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480551506230274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5xQMHWnJ6Y/TbHMZkp2PAI/AAAAAAAAB0c/rlCu2bWWzcA/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some people just hung out at McDonald's the whole time (about 2 days w/out power) because for some reason the line didn't knock them out... too bad... :) but anywho, this was a great time to practice our preparedness, it turned out to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really fun&lt;/span&gt;! Like an indoor camping trip. We baught a few things, like a camping stove to cook eggs with (thankyou, chickens!) and a clothes drying rack. So next time we'll be even more ready.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sure they'll be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;We get a lot of preparedness practice out her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2826843064811424883?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2826843064811424883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2826843064811424883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2826843064811424883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2826843064811424883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/04/midwest-storms.html' title='Midwest storms'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XM650b1GiBw/TbHK2ahTTfI/AAAAAAAABzk/9uA3Ezihvso/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-9063459194041277303</id><published>2011-04-14T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:10:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like everything was barren and brown and BOOM! green popped out everywhere, it's beautiful and warm, and soooo lovely outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(perfect for a "boat" story with sticks for guns)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8dKbto-kFY/TadSARgUNZI/AAAAAAAABzU/SvjD-a4AZ6g/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595531226683553170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8dKbto-kFY/TadSARgUNZI/AAAAAAAABzU/SvjD-a4AZ6g/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also time to shear them dogs... can I sell dog hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These dogs get a thick undercoat during the winter (they are bred for the mountains) and in the spring they shed that undercoat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW, this was about half of one dog. The dogs look like they shrank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg23N4Vgs48/TadR_yasnNI/AAAAAAAABzM/CRfe0KZqSFM/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595531218338487506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg23N4Vgs48/TadR_yasnNI/AAAAAAAABzM/CRfe0KZqSFM/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some spring cleaning: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595531210688554434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQMVF0owEaA/TadR_V6z5cI/AAAAAAAABy8/dkpikwim8eA/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;splitting some logs for firewood next winter (it needs time to "season" so it burns better). I love working outside, especially when we all do it together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vup9CcKMwn0/TadR_lKiRoI/AAAAAAAABzE/VtZYsAtA-xs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595531214781040258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vup9CcKMwn0/TadR_lKiRoI/AAAAAAAABzE/VtZYsAtA-xs/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595533278945993986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYoysrjRuMw/TadT3uxz5QI/AAAAAAAABzc/sVHtU8Nyf4Y/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-9063459194041277303?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/9063459194041277303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=9063459194041277303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/9063459194041277303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/9063459194041277303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/04/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8dKbto-kFY/TadSARgUNZI/AAAAAAAABzU/SvjD-a4AZ6g/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6421395046515180570</id><published>2011-04-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:47:42.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad turned 70 this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I got to thinking as David neared his birthday last week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're half way there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go #35!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-8zripztcw/TadNHfPLAEI/AAAAAAAABy0/bqNm9xT5Syo/s1600/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595525853070688322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-8zripztcw/TadNHfPLAEI/AAAAAAAABy0/bqNm9xT5Syo/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this guy. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iph8bDNEZto/TadMpg7QrYI/AAAAAAAABys/bmHtA_ldeAM/s1600/IMG_2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595525338127969666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iph8bDNEZto/TadMpg7QrYI/AAAAAAAABys/bmHtA_ldeAM/s400/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; honest, hard-working, diligent, loving, loyal, caring, sincere, never gives up, helpful, fun, upbeat, happy, smart, super-kitchen cleaner, remembers to feed the animals, forgiving, handsome, ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best of the best.&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/6995431856238881204-6421395046515180570?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6421395046515180570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6421395046515180570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6421395046515180570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6421395046515180570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-way-there.html' title='Half Way There'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-8zripztcw/TadNHfPLAEI/AAAAAAAABy0/bqNm9xT5Syo/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2188990496722066854</id><published>2011-04-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:50:07.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"By &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we sustain and enrich life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It enables us to survive&lt;/span&gt; the disappointments and tragedies of the mortal experience." (Elder D. Todd Christofferson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been workin' out in the yard with this nice weather. (tested that above quote... and it worked; turned sittin' down being depressed about some things into a productive, happy day!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592840759622892514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjrcik--eHs/TZ3DCeql--I/AAAAAAAAByU/-_uxKLqgDxI/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trying to revamp the yard right in front of the house. I got an "Appalacian red bud". I love the Eastern redbuds, and really like this one with the reddish pink buds. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592840766812527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwmGkdDaiZM/TZ3DC5cvHEI/AAAAAAAAByc/rnpcAxMcp1E/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chickens discovered that worms were in great abundance where I was digging so they ran over and ate about 20 worms in a few seconds... "AH! HELP! No eating worms! Just eat the GRUBS!!!" Luckily I have some young warriors who came running to my aid and scared away those chickies. (Later they came back and ate all the flowers off the blue creeping phlox... blue must taste the best... grrr... chickens.... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But doesn't it look so nice! This front needs A LOT of work, and this is a good start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what our front looked like when we moved here:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592840771098475330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBWeaVA6mPI/TZ3DDJale0I/AAAAAAAAByk/ZXBo3z7dqSQ/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I planted lots of shade-loving plants (after this pic was taken) and it was so beautiful! But then we had our huge storms in 2009 which knocked the tree on our house... bye, bye lovely front entry yard... and that led to a new roof, then painting the shutters, moving all the shade plants under another tree (while pregnant at the time... yeah, in the heat and humidity... not fun) Which led to trying to grow sun-plants...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and discovering the abundance of weeds that love to grow here in a sun filled, fertilized spot. AHHHHH... which leads to this spring with an unpregnant, bit sleepy, but more able lady, without a newborn, who can work on this thing a little bit more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it does make me happy to be out there doing the yard work, in the sunshine, creating new and beautiful areas to enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2188990496722066854?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2188990496722066854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2188990496722066854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2188990496722066854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2188990496722066854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjrcik--eHs/TZ3DCeql--I/AAAAAAAAByU/-_uxKLqgDxI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3554022240369007299</id><published>2011-03-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:44:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER HAD 6 WILD TURKEYS WALKING ACROSS YOUR FRONT YARD??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me neither, ...a new experience we had yesterday.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9OTxvwaWyM/TZNtauLgRYI/AAAAAAAABx8/RUQuqy1gAGY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589931868337227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9OTxvwaWyM/TZNtauLgRYI/AAAAAAAABx8/RUQuqy1gAGY/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what's awesome about owning your own school... I get to declare a birthday holiday today! So chores are done, kids are playing downstairs, and Mom is taking a birthday break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah... lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have great plans to keep this thing updated in an effort to keep in touch with yous all better, but then life happens... and it's really stinkin' busy! (I don't like being busy) There's just no time to sit here on the computer... which is probably good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But will do my best, because I sure enjoy reading updates of you, and I like to give people smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very important is that HYRUM had a birthday and turned 9! Hyrum is an awesome guy, for a variety of reasons. He is loyal, obedient, a steady worker, wonderful, silly, fun, forgiving, etc. etc.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love Hyrum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hyrum read the Book of Mormon last year before he got baptized and has since read the Doctrine and Covenants, and is now in Isaiah in the Old Testament. Wow. Go Hyrum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589929885958853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsaqMNe36ow/TZNrnVPq0oI/AAAAAAAABw8/BozrWHCjws4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589928263335004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBl5YJJDXfA/TZNqI4f_yNI/AAAAAAAABwU/u4tceP_SILg/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at these cuties! It has been so fun to have a baby with older kids. They can read with him, carry him around, pull him in the wagon, play and sing to him (and they all love to!) We have a lot of fun with Brigham, he has really braught our family together.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zS_6-C57mcI/TZNroNfHt2I/AAAAAAAABxU/VUkZJcnuHPI/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589929901056046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zS_6-C57mcI/TZNroNfHt2I/AAAAAAAABxU/VUkZJcnuHPI/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caleb and Brigham are reading "The Aunts Go Marching" by Maurie Manning. It is such a fun book (especially when you sing it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk1VrYSs5Aw/TZNrn0lmS7I/AAAAAAAABxM/dVHXazz2nWA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589929894372330418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk1VrYSs5Aw/TZNrn0lmS7I/AAAAAAAABxM/dVHXazz2nWA/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a new, used truck! And we were happy to find one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a third seat in the front so we can fit our family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589936128928707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8WsdCh0Kkw/TZNxSuHq9TI/AAAAAAAAByE/3iDjmzhNAm8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Looking forward to all the dirt and plants I can put in the back of this thing.... it will be awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Blaz_aZcAig/TZNqJtI7q8I/AAAAAAAABws/5cKj09MSaTI/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EnFDWrL8Fk/TZNqJUiGAvI/AAAAAAAABwk/NsYkKAXZ-B4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;up next: EGG-CITING NEWS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589928267701004642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mp6vxRt_LM/TZNqJIw7qWI/AAAAAAAABwc/5jvDxO6FEmk/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So, 24, seem like a lot? Yep, now there's probably closer to 30. So WHY do we have all those eggs? WHY? One of our hens went broody (trying to hatch some babies... but we have no rooster to fertilize them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hen sat and sat for 4 weeks then finally came off and we ran and took this picture... there were 24 eggs under her! BUT then another hen hopped on and has been there for a week... and then ANOTHER hen hopped on the other nesting box to brood over there. By golly, will they ever stop! One does it, and they all want to try it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend said she can get us some fertile eggs to let them hatch... we may do that next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More exciting news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyrum and Caleb were in a community musical and did great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589931848020807986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RaVDmM3w49o/TZNtZifsUTI/AAAAAAAABxc/gPYucWhYFsQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and PHEW! Glad the practices are over, there were some late nights! (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... this little guy is learning all sorts of tricks... he has spent the last 16 months in my arms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I do, and BOOM! he just learned how to climb the stools onto the counters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now he can do all those things he's watched me do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;make bread (AH!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589931851945175810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sRFCbJyr6Y/TZNtZxHVawI/AAAAAAAABxk/RrlI8pufTb8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;get in the sink... relax a little...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589931857618432194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCpCdeQQeUk/TZNtaGP8cMI/AAAAAAAABxs/GWO8AOVt_qM/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; turn on the water... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589931862414006610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3J6QLi0v9E/TZNtaYHTGVI/AAAAAAAABx0/9qvc_B0nNYA/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you know... all that fun stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yikes! He's keeping us busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, 32, I'm gettin' old! (I sprouted my first "&lt;strong&gt;wisp of wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;" last year!... ya know, them gray hair things...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-3554022240369007299?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3554022240369007299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3554022240369007299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3554022240369007299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3554022240369007299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9OTxvwaWyM/TZNtauLgRYI/AAAAAAAABx8/RUQuqy1gAGY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6383985844930459564</id><published>2011-03-12T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:10:33.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've got all sorts of races down here, lots of 5Ks and such.  I wanted to do this one here, called a "couples race" that you enter as a team (one female and one male) and asked David to do it with me.  He almost told me no because he hasn't had time to run in a while (and heck, I haven't trained ... at all... so yeah, what are we doing...)  But we entered it anyways for fun and...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ma4E9yb68/TXuz6wdaDpI/AAAAAAAABwM/2NDiDBIhls0/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583253985077890706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ma4E9yb68/TXuz6wdaDpI/AAAAAAAABwM/2NDiDBIhls0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOO HOO!  We got 7th place in the "husband-wife" category!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583253983501369410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfQ6FHH4AmM/TXuz6qliQEI/AAAAAAAABwE/qyiI2w-5Jic/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Mostly thanks to David who did an awesome 23.05 time for this 5 K (3.11 miles).  He did great for not running in a while, no problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got an awesome 38.38 (which is great for not being in shape!)  I'm sure I made a lot of people feel really good about themselves as they passed a slender young lady... :) ... here to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards they roasted hot dogs for us on an open fire and we all got a trophy, it was really fun!  There were even some people from church doing a father-daughter run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get all you crazy runners out here sometime for the "River to River" relay one of these April months.  From the Ohio to the Mississippi, 8 people and 80 miles (not as scary of a relay, just three 3 milers) and then we'll take ya out waterskiing and maybe let you sleep in our barn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-6383985844930459564?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6383985844930459564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6383985844930459564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6383985844930459564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6383985844930459564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/03/couples-race.html' title='Couples Race'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ma4E9yb68/TXuz6wdaDpI/AAAAAAAABwM/2NDiDBIhls0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-931479691567369987</id><published>2011-03-10T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:53:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Doin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ammon sprouted some feathers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(anyone seen my pink feather duster??)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582573829624690306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvX0ZOdH_qI/TXlJUf8r9oI/AAAAAAAABtU/6fRD0vLNwQA/s400/IMG_2989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582573831376932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdLlo_ePaxM/TXlJUmedECI/AAAAAAAABtc/5sqe2rBHbQ8/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been tackled down... again and again...&lt;br /&gt;(that baby is STRONG!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582573838580926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ols2LsFloEw/TXlJVBUBR9I/AAAAAAAABtk/wpnJqRRccVo/s400/IMG_3028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a quick weekend trip to visit family and clean out some of my Mom's things...&lt;br /&gt;(just me and Brigg's went, David and some kind church members handled them older ones)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574889574956754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB7JOtY109Y/TXlKSMkhftI/AAAAAAAABuU/Nr_eq3nHynA/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my Grandma Smith, she's 96 and going strong!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574884958636306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpf8NH9iXIM/TXlKR7X6CRI/AAAAAAAABuM/5Yyk3KioWPA/s400/IMG_3113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grandma's house and all the pictures she keeps up on the walls...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582573857106402690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glNpsBQ8c4E/TXlJWGU1nYI/AAAAAAAABt0/UXVoKAfRd1s/s400/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the girl cousins at the time...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm third from the right)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574870566501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omkU9mnEEYE/TXlKRFwjfYI/AAAAAAAABt8/yq_vE-JuuY8/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the cousins and aunts and uncles on my Mom's side...&lt;br /&gt;(My Mom, sister, 3 brothers and self on the right)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574879037098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BS2jRGtct_c/TXlKRlUGigI/AAAAAAAABuE/zAMW46xD2UU/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a real good visit with my brother Jon and his kids; Andrew, Ashley, and Seth (and Megan... hopefully a soon-to-be sister-in-law, I really like her!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576594887556994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duU9cW3yTvE/TXlL1dWuv4I/AAAAAAAABus/bJTSRJ-00Bg/s400/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed Valentine's Day with David (went out to eat with Royd, my step-dad, on my trip) but came home to some beautiful flowers from my handsome husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576597757444818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZnom5d0d-8/TXlL1oC9wtI/AAAAAAAABu0/8DSnVtAV8_U/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conquered the dogs...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582574896603863266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59PHeSkX5y0/TXlKSmwWGOI/AAAAAAAABuc/MpvuzvtvSM0/s400/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovin' the dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH9ggI3RINw/TXlL03IP14I/AAAAAAAABuk/4c1hvTY_l90/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576584626263938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH9ggI3RINw/TXlL03IP14I/AAAAAAAABuk/4c1hvTY_l90/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been gettin' some trees planted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584060073529570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1I8a0bOPoc/TXlSn_Vw0OI/AAAAAAAABvM/56MNDpSIKpM/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been playin' with Brigham....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584065661728274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1jzhYNRH1Q/TXlSoUKF9hI/AAAAAAAABvU/KrdyQgAZqgo/s400/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576607204912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0F2FZc57iM/TXlL2LParVI/AAAAAAAABu8/LgF7BoIfqmg/s400/IMG_3144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; havin' fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582576613077590002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMXzReKinDc/TXlL2hHkn_I/AAAAAAAABvE/ldEYqDAFIIE/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVnrgbnDCcg/TXlJVqL8FHI/AAAAAAAABts/mXjS8I3q9eY/s1600/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been havin' some fires to burn all that wood as we do yardwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584076639800610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zikPZVoyr20/TXlSo9DeDSI/AAAAAAAABvc/nGowF_-aYdQ/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been cleanin' out some weeds (before all the ticks wake up)... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584087087696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY10wgw2Z3k/TXlSpj-cS4I/AAAAAAAABvk/gS_ApZxd-Rg/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before and After...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks great! Now we can see the creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584096621984242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Q7JEiGpaA/TXlSqHfl-fI/AAAAAAAABvs/ksVsLzv5gjg/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been swingin' with the puppies (they make me look small!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582584877781068962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O06gKrkR6YE/TXlTXlibrKI/AAAAAAAABv0/Tnm20phhI8A/s400/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and just bein' cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582585360458625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrfiT7v2VHg/TXlTzrpusZI/AAAAAAAABv8/9h-elVhs2M0/s400/IMG_3224.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-931479691567369987?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/931479691567369987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=931479691567369987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/931479691567369987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/931479691567369987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-doin.html' title='Been Doin&apos;'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvX0ZOdH_qI/TXlJUf8r9oI/AAAAAAAABtU/6fRD0vLNwQA/s72-c/IMG_2989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7136314625107897442</id><published>2011-02-03T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:14:12.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TUtDvgMmjJI/AAAAAAAABtM/qQM3e6m5X0Q/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569619847549455506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TUtDvgMmjJI/AAAAAAAABtM/qQM3e6m5X0Q/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruth said to us at dinner last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't walk with your mouth full" and "Don't eat with your mouth full"&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/6995431856238881204-7136314625107897442?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7136314625107897442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7136314625107897442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7136314625107897442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7136314625107897442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/02/dinner-etiquette.html' title='Dinner Etiquette'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TUtDvgMmjJI/AAAAAAAABtM/qQM3e6m5X0Q/s72-c/IMG_2959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5266383622236268061</id><published>2011-01-31T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:35:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Book</title><content type='html'>This is a great time of year to READ! We are reading a lot, waiting for the few warm days to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;We just finished reading "Anne of Green Gables" and love it! I haven't read it before and was really impressed! It is very uplifting, praiseworthy, and entertaining... hard to find a fiction book like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyrum had read the abridged version and had no desire to read the original, real book &lt;em&gt;(I'm starting to hate those abridged books that claim to introduce your children to great literature at a young age... they never want to read the real thing when they are older... grrr...) &lt;/em&gt;but after seeing David sneak the book away to read when I wasn't, and then me doing the same to David (we tend to have book battles at the house) Hyrum decided to pick it up and try it.&lt;br /&gt;And he loved it! He tells me, "those short books were CRAP, but I really like the real one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, lots of recommendations for "Anne of Green Gables" a lovely book. And it's SO nice to read something so uplifting during this naturally depressing time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-5266383622236268061?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5266383622236268061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5266383622236268061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5266383622236268061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5266383622236268061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-book.html' title='Good Book'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6137157557167058768</id><published>2011-01-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:08:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Chop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been fun...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsav9m8sVI/AAAAAAAABtA/VNFDNpW7sJ8/s1600/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565071175840477522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsav9m8sVI/AAAAAAAABtA/VNFDNpW7sJ8/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but time to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsava70Z0I/AAAAAAAABs4/U7mGyk--pAA/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565071166532773698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsava70Z0I/AAAAAAAABs4/U7mGyk--pAA/s400/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brigham started pulling at/out my hair (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;and I want to be able to wash my hair more often and not worry about it like you have to with the long hair and the natural oils thing never getting to the ends, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;(I want to be able to play in the mud doing lots of yard work this spring and shower while not worrying about the hair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565071158656309570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsau9l7GUI/AAAAAAAABsw/FQdDpEZixSI/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put it in a ponytail, chopped it off -just over 10 inches, and mailed it to "&lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.com/"&gt;locks of love&lt;/a&gt;".  They make wigs for children who've lost their hair due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my super-awesome haircutter of 8+ years cut it nice&lt;br /&gt;(thanks David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsaurt3qVI/AAAAAAAABso/CI90OWz4RMY/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565071153857800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsaurt3qVI/AAAAAAAABso/CI90OWz4RMY/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's the "beard" picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-6137157557167058768?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6137157557167058768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6137157557167058768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6137157557167058768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6137157557167058768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/01/chop-chop.html' title='Chop Chop'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTsav9m8sVI/AAAAAAAABtA/VNFDNpW7sJ8/s72-c/IMG_2968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-785461156749702629</id><published>2011-01-15T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:41:15.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!</title><content type='html'>Caleb looked out the window yesterday evening and said, "there's someone here." I certainly wasn't expecting anyone and asked who it was. He says, "hmm... well, it's someone old... um, it kinda looks like Grandpa White..." Hmmm... I'm trying to think who it could be, and finally just look out the window and it is! It's Grandpa White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had some business driving across the country and noticed as he was driving across the 64 that if he turned, we'd be just about 35 miles away, so he turned off and came to visit! What a great surprise. Not very often someone who lives 1400 miles away shows up on your doorstep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562605118481947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTJX4iDi3VI/AAAAAAAABsY/QEBtAe-S0V4/s400/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562605124299259634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTJX43uf_vI/AAAAAAAABsg/YKrt5tFEnuw/s400/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-785461156749702629?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/785461156749702629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=785461156749702629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/785461156749702629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/785461156749702629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/01/suprise.html' title='Suprise!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TTJX4iDi3VI/AAAAAAAABsY/QEBtAe-S0V4/s72-c/IMG_2960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1786081349486937452</id><published>2011-01-06T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:19:37.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defending Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TSY_FxhKNDI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gbXIXjtniTI/s1600/idof-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559200158459769906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TSY_FxhKNDI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gbXIXjtniTI/s400/idof-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Has anyone read this book, "In Defense of Food"? It's very, very interesting. I'm still in the middle of it (don't know when I'll finish it because Caleb and Hyrum keep taking it to read it) But I sure do feel much happier to eat... and less scared. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1786081349486937452?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1786081349486937452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1786081349486937452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1786081349486937452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1786081349486937452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2011/01/defending-food.html' title='Defending Food'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TSY_FxhKNDI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gbXIXjtniTI/s72-c/idof-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5608238497370554811</id><published>2010-12-25T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:06:13.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas... (and we were just relaxin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-X3qyUOI/AAAAAAAABq4/DanH0kRHM1s/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556525357558026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-X3qyUOI/AAAAAAAABq4/DanH0kRHM1s/s400/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today for Christmas our chickens layed us 6 eggs!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556525344407987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-XGrko_I/AAAAAAAABqw/TQe81qMZUQw/s400/IMG_2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it SNOWED! This is rare here (the snow-thing... we don't get it much)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas on the Family farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So it starts out with gettin' some boots on, trudgen' through the snow out to the chicken coop to check on the girls(hens) and collect them eggs for breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(BA-GOCK!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556525371402045074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-YrPdRpI/AAAAAAAABrI/6B1E_FhqOxw/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As the wife gets cookin', the men-folk bring in some logs and get that fire goin' to heat us nice and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556525367968980818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-Yec831I/AAAAAAAABrA/QnzH6jAPVd0/s400/IMG_2912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it's time to enjoy that breakfast: scrambled fresh eggs, homemade pancakes (made with a fresh egg), and ham. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmmm... I tell ya, there ain't much better than this. Again I say, mmmmMMM! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527602449767122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRzAaiir2tI/AAAAAAAABrw/nC50licjfQQ/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(I love food, and the fresh eggs make the food taste even better, oh joy to the tummy!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it's time to open them gifts. We take it real slow, open one present look at it, try it, then move on to the next person who we watch open, etc. It lasts most of the day usually with a nap in between. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526963089086802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy_1UvOGVI/AAAAAAAABrg/a7D7RHGJblA/s400/IMG_2927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(notice my awesome Christmas style? Super pajama pants, my farming boots, and my crocheted hat I made in high school years ago...yep, still got style!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556533855899303330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRzGGidPPaI/AAAAAAAABsI/oPj8sTecjEw/s400/IMG_2932%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone at church makes dresses and sells them for a business, so we got a dress made for Ruth and a matching skirt for the mom, very cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526982749376914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy_2d-mUZI/AAAAAAAABro/8p0rkFgEKJo/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Things I love about this place we live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Great neighbors -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have I mentioned how much we love our neighbors? Because we do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The kids love to run down to visit Dan and Brenda when they get the mail, and they seem to have the best apples around (I try to buy similar ones, but apparently they never taste as good) so they are often down there asking for apples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For Christmas, Dan gives us a big box wrapped for the kids... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556532738981132642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRzFFhnMeWI/AAAAAAAABsA/z9u60C2qZ_w/s400/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and inside are a whole bunch of apples with some apple dip! So sweet. Those kids were happily eating "Dan's apples" all day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. It's okay to say Merry Christmas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's a giant "Merry Christmas" sign in front of the local college, a life-size manger scene in front of our city hall, and several businesses write "happy birthday Jesus!" on their marquee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-5608238497370554811?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5608238497370554811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5608238497370554811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5608238497370554811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5608238497370554811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TRy-X3qyUOI/AAAAAAAABq4/DanH0kRHM1s/s72-c/IMG_2905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2253491123964641071</id><published>2010-12-19T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:48:01.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Confused</title><content type='html'>At this time of year, it seems I am in total confusion. Even when I explain it to myself, I still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres the cause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these boys here are about two years apart, see? (21 months to be exact)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552617509237868962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cNKO8yaI/AAAAAAAABpk/7xUQFcl4duo/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for some reason, at the start of the year Hyrum was seven and now to end the year Ammon is seven... but again, they are about 2 years apart... confused? Me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ammon got some little nerf guns for his birthday on Friday, they were a hit&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552617514848959698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cNfIvPNI/AAAAAAAABps/Kqqlf3ns43o/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552617520921729810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cN1wmWxI/AAAAAAAABp0/1wDvARwmRpY/s400/IMG_2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552617527160279282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cOM__EPI/AAAAAAAABp8/BG0BqjAMSos/s400/IMG_2861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552617536164649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cOuiy2zI/AAAAAAAABqE/vOBaD22PVLs/s400/IMG_2862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619585065377330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7eF_Sy3jI/AAAAAAAABqM/cn9I-GXTnnk/s400/IMG_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619587394427298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7eGH-FWaI/AAAAAAAABqU/DioFkszwZHU/s400/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619594195703122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7eGhTolVI/AAAAAAAABqc/hip_HkxkdCY/s400/IMG_2867.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later we went bowling (didn't that baby boy just grow up way too fast?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619599207469650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7eGz-iElI/AAAAAAAABqk/RuEJyNY3YVE/s400/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2253491123964641071?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2253491123964641071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2253491123964641071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2253491123964641071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2253491123964641071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/12/completely-confused.html' title='Completely Confused'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQ7cNKO8yaI/AAAAAAAABpk/7xUQFcl4duo/s72-c/IMG_2852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6736367612445081105</id><published>2010-12-15T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:19:41.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We got an EGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha! Just today at the store we baught some eggs and Caleb says, "Maybe these will be the last eggs we buy." (I've been saying that for over a month now, so half-heartily agreed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of buying eggs! And running out of eggs when I'm cooking something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today.. ta... da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David went out tonight to feed/water the chickens and get them cozy for the ice rain we'll get tonight, when woo hoo! He braught in our first egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The eggs are smaller at first and grow to mature size as the chicks mature some more. (Sometimes the first few are even layed without the shell)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551153967664396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQmpH1Ai-JI/AAAAAAAABpU/ye2OtcOaPGY/s400/IMG_2843%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The yolks are darker, the shell is harder to crack and these eggs are WAY more healthy than those store thingys, and so much more yummy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQmpIUvUeAI/AAAAAAAABpc/Oebzc3PZMco/s1600/IMG_2845%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551153976182077442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQmpIUvUeAI/AAAAAAAABpc/Oebzc3PZMco/s400/IMG_2845%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; home grown eggs vs. store baught:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 1⁄3 less cholesterol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 1⁄4 less saturated fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 2⁄3 more vitamin A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 2 times more omega-3 fatty acids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 3 times more vitamin E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• 7 times more beta carotene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; 4-6 times more Vitamin D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Read more: &lt;a style="COLOR: #003399" href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/eggs.aspx#ixzz18FgnV295"&gt;http://www.motherearthnews.com/eggs.aspx#ixzz18FgnV295&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and besides all that... chickens are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy to finally get some eggs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and yes, it's kinda weird to realize that eggs come out of &lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt; chickens and we eat them... what? they don't just come in a nice styrofoam carton?  Yeah, a little detached from reality, but we're working on it... : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-6736367612445081105?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6736367612445081105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6736367612445081105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6736367612445081105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6736367612445081105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-got-egg.html' title='We got an EGG!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQmpH1Ai-JI/AAAAAAAABpU/ye2OtcOaPGY/s72-c/IMG_2843%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3321903929321151283</id><published>2010-12-11T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:12:35.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I cut it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQQ7-MO38pI/AAAAAAAABpE/H7CwS6E6-g8/s1600/IMG_2824%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549626580448834194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQQ7-MO38pI/AAAAAAAABpE/H7CwS6E6-g8/s400/IMG_2824%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... I'm gettin' a little tired of the long hair thing, it's pretty and all, but it's been about two years and I wouldn't mind something more short and easy... hmmm... but is pretty long... but easier short... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I put it to a vote for the kids and since Brigham is too young to vote yet, it is split 2-2, a tie.  So what-da-ya-think? &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/6995431856238881204-3321903929321151283?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3321903929321151283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3321903929321151283' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3321903929321151283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3321903929321151283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/12/should-i-cut-it.html' title='Should I cut it?'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TQQ7-MO38pI/AAAAAAAABpE/H7CwS6E6-g8/s72-c/IMG_2824%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2584516642441299045</id><published>2010-11-15T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:38:09.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Hyrum is finishing up his third grade work and just finished his spelling book today.  Here are some of his sentence writings; the wisdom of an 8-year-old, very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assignment to write about the dangers of the sun and the benefit of sunscreen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen is good but clothes are better.  Here are some tips for when you go to the pool.  Do not wear bikinis, they are not modest and give the sun more places to harm you, it is also against the commandments so stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you wished on a star?  What would you wish on a star for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never wished on a star.  I do not rely on stars.  I rely on God and myself and my parents.  Stars are not living, Mom is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2584516642441299045?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2584516642441299045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2584516642441299045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2584516642441299045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2584516642441299045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8211659406739398034</id><published>2010-11-08T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:11:13.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... are those YOUR chickens?</title><content type='html'>"What chickens?  Oh, AH!, Caleb! Chase them home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so have you heard about this "backyard chicken" movement?  Chickens are hip and most big cities will let you have a few pet chickens and fresh eggs (usually no roosters) Well... this chicken friendliness has yet to reach our small town... yes, we have about two acres but we are still in town,... and no, chickens are not allowed...  yes, we have chickens... kinda underground type-thing.  :)  (Our immediate neighbors said they didn't mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday afternoon the adjoining neighborhood had a neighborhood potluck and invited our lane to join in.  They blocked off the road and had fabulous food.  This neighborhood has mostly retired residents, very friendly, and all of them adored our kids (passing around the baby, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a plate of food with my back to the general direction of our home when facing me, our neighbor, Dan (who knows about our illegal chickens) says, "Hey Melissa!  You'd better have a look" and points behind me... I turn and AH!!  There are my seven chickens grazing in the yard right by us.  Uh hum... yeah, so then everyone looks over and GASPS "are those chickens?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention one of the neighbors in attendance is on the city council?  Oh, well she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you casually say... "oh, yes, those are MY illegal chickens in your yard... dear son Caleb, will you please escort them back to our yard through those bushes?  Thankyou dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHY are they here?  We let them out to graze but they haven't left our yard like that... Caleb coralled them home, and twice more they came back!  AH!  Not helping the stealth chicken-ownership thing!  Did they hear us?  Crazy, but strangley talented chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Ed talking to Jerry as I scoop up my Italian beef, he says, "I've had deer in my yard, ...raccoons in my yard, ...snakes in my yard, ...skunks in my yard, ...but I've never had a CHICKEN in my yard!"  To which he chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed light-hearted about the whole incident, and so far no authorities have shown up on my door step...  Dan assured me I can move them over to his lawn (county land) if there are any complaints, but he tells me this is the South... no one bothers you unless you are doing something big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-8211659406739398034?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8211659406739398034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8211659406739398034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8211659406739398034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8211659406739398034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-are-those-your-chickens.html' title='Um... are those YOUR chickens?'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6015706040720808656</id><published>2010-11-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:30:05.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lookin' great!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNcjVnXqaxI/AAAAAAAABoY/tKe0LAUughc/s1600/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536933121127770898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNcjVnXqaxI/AAAAAAAABoY/tKe0LAUughc/s400/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went shopping yesterday for some kids clothes and WOAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm used to shopping at the thrift store, getting great hand-me-downs from all the nice folks who were well-to-do in our old city... we ran out of those sizes (some were eaten), and since we're not poverty stricken anymore, no one seems to give us their gently used, nice clothing so I had to go shopping. And WOAH! Clothing for five kids (and I got normal, inexpensive stuff -no Walmart clothes, but still not super expensive) and again I say WOAH! Do people really spend this much to clothe their children?! Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I think I'm headin' back to the thrift store)&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/6995431856238881204-6015706040720808656?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6015706040720808656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6015706040720808656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6015706040720808656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6015706040720808656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/11/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNcjVnXqaxI/AAAAAAAABoY/tKe0LAUughc/s72-c/IMG_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4286720580459931418</id><published>2010-11-01T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:00:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Halloween?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(a farmer with her growing pumpkin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXJHh7mViI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bCzEMdL8VJs/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536552448126506530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXJHh7mViI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bCzEMdL8VJs/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry (well not really) but Halloween stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to like it, really did. It's fun to visit neighbors, drssing up, free candy (the candy is so unhealthy so maybe not a plus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, well, this year I just don't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While sitting around the table (early Oct.), I was listening to Hyrum and Caleb talk about all the decorations they remember from last year ("Remember that one you push a button and the guy hangs himself?" "Oh yeah!"... etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, there is all sorts of horrible things that are done to the sacred human body, grotesqe, horrible things ... and we put them up as decorations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What am I celebrating when I "celebrate" Halloween?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536551547345579170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXITGQsLKI/AAAAAAAABoI/Fl72juYGxWM/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Caleb was "Fink" a brother of Christopher Columbus whom he made up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the 1950's or so the community leaders tried to make Halloween more "cute" to offset all the horrible, dark, illegal things happening on the holiday... it was a desperate attack to cut off some of the arson and other crime that formerly were used to celebrate this dark holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it worked... or atleast helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kinda like taking a diseased, infested wound on my leg and covering it with a pretty flower bandage and saying "isn't this a cute leg?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cover Halloween with all sorts of cuteness but I'm still celebrating evil stuff, just like those crazies who try to make Christmas into a Santa Claus-presents-only holiday (sorry guys, you're still celebrating Christ's birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536551543741854914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXIS41ftMI/AAAAAAAABoA/nwHI5U49LDE/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Robin Hood and Little John and their super-awesome homemade bows, arrows, and swords from sticks in our yard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536551532960118418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXISQq7dpI/AAAAAAAABn4/EUf2EPkOPn4/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anywho, I'm reminded of my seminary teacher who on Oct. 31 of my senior year read 1 Thes. 5:22 "Abstain from all appearance of evil" as we left class. We asked, what do you mean? And he said, "just think about that today". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call such a holiday happy and good (as a whole) and then get mad if people say Merry Christmas? Yikes. "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness" (Isaiah 5:20)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I gently mentioned to David my dislike of Halloween this year and was very surprised to hear him say he doesn't really like the holiday and would be fine if we don't celebrate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, awesome guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536551526698638610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXIR5WE3RI/AAAAAAAABnw/gSsTpyNiZs0/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Princess? No way... this is THE QUEEN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at a homeschool function (I belong to a Christian homeschool group) I asked some Mom's if they celebrated this holiday. One Mom I really like smiled and shook her head then explained, "I haven't been able to celebrate it since we studied about it... I can't even carve a jack-o-lantern anymore" This year she has put up her Christmas tree early to protest, because that is a holiday she absolutely loves.    Good for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looks like we will probably be breakin' free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya later Mr. Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536551522032754114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXIRn9pHcI/AAAAAAAABno/KYA8CRKUNwM/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(and one more picture of this goofy guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4286720580459931418?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4286720580459931418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4286720580459931418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4286720580459931418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4286720580459931418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-halloween.html' title='The Last Halloween?'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TNXJHh7mViI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bCzEMdL8VJs/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3014891274389751521</id><published>2010-10-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T06:56:58.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got our first frost last night! It's beautiful out there.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNj6epKGI/AAAAAAAABng/il28gUQo-eQ/s1600/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461109054974050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNj6epKGI/AAAAAAAABng/il28gUQo-eQ/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As David and I were eating breakfast I noticed my tomato plants out the window, AH, OOPS! I should have covered them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was 84 degrees last Saturday and has been such nice weather; cold enough that the weird green beetles eating my tomatoes have disappeared, and warm enough that the plants have been growing yellow flowers like crazy that are finally turning into tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the dogs outside now, the deer also aren't eating them (it's an all out war to get some tomatoes!) So I was really looking forward to finally enjoying a tomato from my yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNjZqVkoI/AAAAAAAABnY/_otyO-3hQ0s/s1600/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461100245652098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNjZqVkoI/AAAAAAAABnY/_otyO-3hQ0s/s400/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One gardening book says that you can save your plants from a light frost by sprinkling them with water before the sun hits them and does its damage, so I've done that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNjOf1NaI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TVwPrEmQ75o/s1600/IMG_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461097248798114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNjOf1NaI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TVwPrEmQ75o/s400/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (isn't the dog awesome to help? He really just wants to chew on it ... 55 pound puppies are awesome... really, they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in about a half hour the sun will hit the plants and we'll see if too much damage was already done or not... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, atleast we've got this beauty that should hang around a while--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNi8ssKYI/AAAAAAAABnI/vtzbPLVfnr8/s1600/IMG_2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461092470892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNi8ssKYI/AAAAAAAABnI/vtzbPLVfnr8/s400/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a tomato plant growing from behind our compost bin; we didn't plant this one, must've popped out of a composting seed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNic1-WAI/AAAAAAAABnA/J-4wO8zsErQ/s1600/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461083919898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNic1-WAI/AAAAAAAABnA/J-4wO8zsErQ/s400/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's nice and protected right against the house and has no visible damage from last nights frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3014891274389751521?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3014891274389751521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3014891274389751521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3014891274389751521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3014891274389751521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-frost.html' title='First Frost'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMrNj6epKGI/AAAAAAAABng/il28gUQo-eQ/s72-c/IMG_2571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6707994450016655759</id><published>2010-10-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:24:22.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year again!  New phone books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's great that they come by and drop them off right at your door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLSTDimFI/AAAAAAAABm4/JpxjLftyzBI/s1600/IMG_2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531277176321775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLSTDimFI/AAAAAAAABm4/JpxjLftyzBI/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... well, we didn't get to ours fast enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The crime scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLRig2ytI/AAAAAAAABmw/-U9C9GzJi00/s1600/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531277163291396818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLRig2ytI/AAAAAAAABmw/-U9C9GzJi00/s400/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLRJ9XJMI/AAAAAAAABmo/grk_NnlknIQ/s1600/IMG_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531277156700071106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLRJ9XJMI/AAAAAAAABmo/grk_NnlknIQ/s400/IMG_2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... more evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLQt_9EfI/AAAAAAAABmg/NGwQrVPGHzQ/s1600/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531277149194752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLQt_9EfI/AAAAAAAABmg/NGwQrVPGHzQ/s400/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLPiF4I-I/AAAAAAAABmY/2i_Mk2p8j1w/s1600/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531277128818500578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLPiF4I-I/AAAAAAAABmY/2i_Mk2p8j1w/s400/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... they look a little guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-6707994450016655759?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6707994450016655759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6707994450016655759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6707994450016655759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6707994450016655759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/10/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TMMLSTDimFI/AAAAAAAABm4/JpxjLftyzBI/s72-c/IMG_2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6208065535290702235</id><published>2010-10-07T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:59:13.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TK3DJl5192I/AAAAAAAABmQ/HE2DS_ejby8/s1600/IMG_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dutifully taught my boys that when those "hussy" girly girls try to give them a kiss, RUN! The boys will even practice. (Hyrum makes an awesome girly girl impression, "hey Ammon, mmmmm...." and then Ammon will bolt away running... GO!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will all pay off later on, these are good-lookin' boys, and we have, like, the only boys at church... Caleb has a primary class full of girls, scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully they are in the "girls stink" era of life (they of course love Ruth, though). I hear Caleb tell a pretty girl at church, "I pick my nose and EAT it!" She replies with a grossed out face, and Caleb seeing the reaction he wanted lifts his head in the air laughing as he walks away. I walk over to her and say, "It's true, I've seen him do it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anywho, this morning David gives me a kiss as he walks out the door, Ammon quickly runs over, gives him a swat on the bum, runs over to me and gives me the same, I say "HEY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, "NO KISSING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say, "It's my job!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, "NO, your job is to clean!"&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-6208065535290702235?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6208065535290702235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6208065535290702235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6208065535290702235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6208065535290702235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/10/kissing.html' title='Kissing'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2810674475825833534</id><published>2010-10-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:58:48.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too Much Stuff!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKos-Vp39RI/AAAAAAAABmI/WOEmft_04NE/s1600/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524277342399624466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKos-Vp39RI/AAAAAAAABmI/WOEmft_04NE/s400/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A month or so ago, after being sick of cleaning up toys... again, I packed them all in garbage sacks and put them behind my door to deal with them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today is the day to deal with them; not much was even missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each child gets a basket (bins could be used for you more generous parents, but that's not me :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, they get to fill baskets with what they care about, then we will go through the rest together and either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. give to charity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. put in garbage or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. trade for something already in basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The youngest gets the biggest basket, the oldest the smallest (they aren't much interested in most the toys anymore anyways)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plan is to do this now and get the stuff to goodwill tonight, out of the house, never to be cleaned up again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKos-J-Rk8I/AAAAAAAABmA/OKXr9vPBiTo/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524277339263964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKos-J-Rk8I/AAAAAAAABmA/OKXr9vPBiTo/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can smell the freedom from all this stuff just lurking around the corner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YIPPEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish us luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2810674475825833534?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2810674475825833534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2810674475825833534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2810674475825833534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2810674475825833534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/10/less-stuff.html' title='Less Stuff'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKos-Vp39RI/AAAAAAAABmI/WOEmft_04NE/s72-c/IMG_2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2217376997414682624</id><published>2010-09-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:20:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlnB_VK8I/AAAAAAAABl4/btuCHur9lBA/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522791501774793666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlnB_VK8I/AAAAAAAABl4/btuCHur9lBA/s400/IMG_2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlmh8gfeI/AAAAAAAABlw/BPwSDfsuU34/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522791493173018082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlmh8gfeI/AAAAAAAABlw/BPwSDfsuU34/s400/IMG_2321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute boy + table scraps = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlmfZf6II/AAAAAAAABlo/zzaUGwi2ucE/s1600/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522791492489308290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlmfZf6II/AAAAAAAABlo/zzaUGwi2ucE/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Caleb came in after lunch saying, "Mom!  I found a magnet for the chickens!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-2217376997414682624?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2217376997414682624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2217376997414682624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2217376997414682624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2217376997414682624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/chick-magnet.html' title='Chick Magnet'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKTlnB_VK8I/AAAAAAAABl4/btuCHur9lBA/s72-c/IMG_2322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7780713029269401864</id><published>2010-09-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:37:32.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AaaAHh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGWqtjm6I/AAAAAAAABlY/oRqit-jU6dU/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522405292066970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGWqtjm6I/AAAAAAAABlY/oRqit-jU6dU/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGVqS_08I/AAAAAAAABlQ/aKqax2iLRZ0/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522405274775704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGVqS_08I/AAAAAAAABlQ/aKqax2iLRZ0/s400/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGVNo4BMI/AAAAAAAABlI/rx7YdUTekX4/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522405267082839234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGVNo4BMI/AAAAAAAABlI/rx7YdUTekX4/s400/IMG_2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFWXgYhEI/AAAAAAAABlA/thNyxiyvajM/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404187399816258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFWXgYhEI/AAAAAAAABlA/thNyxiyvajM/s400/IMG_2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFVOm2_PI/AAAAAAAABk4/GACFmQTBrNg/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404167831190770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFVOm2_PI/AAAAAAAABk4/GACFmQTBrNg/s400/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFT9OqBoI/AAAAAAAABkw/Vtu6H35QTdw/s1600/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404145986406018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFT9OqBoI/AAAAAAAABkw/Vtu6H35QTdw/s400/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFTQyQRLI/AAAAAAAABko/oSD3WoqneGM/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404134056117426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFTQyQRLI/AAAAAAAABko/oSD3WoqneGM/s400/IMG_2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFS4bRhkI/AAAAAAAABkg/_DyF9Mur5M4/s1600/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404127517279810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOFS4bRhkI/AAAAAAAABkg/_DyF9Mur5M4/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;that boy cleans up nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-7780713029269401864?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7780713029269401864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7780713029269401864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7780713029269401864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7780713029269401864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/aaaahh.html' title='AaaAHh!!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKOGWqtjm6I/AAAAAAAABlY/oRqit-jU6dU/s72-c/IMG_2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3130465343347293547</id><published>2010-09-28T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:11:43.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' in the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; miss the fashion of the 80's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ummm... no, it was a relief when it ended, BUT it is fun for dressing up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our stake has a yearly Daddy/daughter date and this year's theme was the 80's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I baught some hairspray and dressed up Ruth complete with those awesome bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521994791915979058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKIRAae1gTI/AAAAAAAABkI/287eQXVEU7k/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't they look totally RAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our stake building is an hour away, but this is worth the drive... a night of dinner and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David and Ruth look forward to it every year.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKIRBO5ibCI/AAAAAAAABkY/CrKqn56Zysg/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521994805986618402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKIRBO5ibCI/AAAAAAAABkY/CrKqn56Zysg/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-3130465343347293547?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3130465343347293547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3130465343347293547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3130465343347293547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3130465343347293547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/livin-in-80s.html' title='Livin&apos; in the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TKIRAae1gTI/AAAAAAAABkI/287eQXVEU7k/s72-c/IMG_2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-781717633771303108</id><published>2010-09-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:55:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandon and back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; After the race, we headed down highway 101 along the coast to my Dad's down in Bandon.  It was a beautiful drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwPjQqatI/AAAAAAAABjA/8kGj36wRVsc/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199549482330834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwPjQqatI/AAAAAAAABjA/8kGj36wRVsc/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw a whale down in the ocean from one of these cliffs.  Pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199538842462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwO7n66gI/AAAAAAAABiw/OZzYqMM3-So/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwPSzviqI/AAAAAAAABi4/KRPG6ACzzzk/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199545066064546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwPSzviqI/AAAAAAAABi4/KRPG6ACzzzk/s400/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwOlWpXBI/AAAAAAAABio/ZC3z-UPCUTE/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199532864429074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwOlWpXBI/AAAAAAAABio/ZC3z-UPCUTE/s400/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made it to my Dad's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has done so much yardwork this year.  His yard was part of a garden tour in July.  It looks great.  He has done all this work mostly by himself.  He has over 100 types of conifers and knows where they all are and their classification name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204083542264370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJu0Xd8yijI/AAAAAAAABjw/XhUQmwtShGM/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwOfeWCEI/AAAAAAAABig/9OgcfqGnZSQ/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199531286104130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwOfeWCEI/AAAAAAAABig/9OgcfqGnZSQ/s400/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we visited, the boys wandered the woods and played, we took walks, we ate great food, visited the beach, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutaUj06sI/AAAAAAAABiY/wWjPM2TUNxk/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520196435979856578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutaUj06sI/AAAAAAAABiY/wWjPM2TUNxk/s400/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful day at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutaPH2OeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/AmDv9OxJMuw/s1600/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520196434520324578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutaPH2OeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/AmDv9OxJMuw/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutZsPaX7I/AAAAAAAABiI/MHbyEIkDDn4/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520196425156812722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutZsPaX7I/AAAAAAAABiI/MHbyEIkDDn4/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutZI7gJrI/AAAAAAAABiA/9NIm05_wYFU/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520196415678064306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutZI7gJrI/AAAAAAAABiA/9NIm05_wYFU/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutYyXpAYI/AAAAAAAABh4/DrHTDFGMjmQ/s1600/IMG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520196409622069634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJutYyXpAYI/AAAAAAAABh4/DrHTDFGMjmQ/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie's pretty pink toenails (painted by Aunt Lucy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq6puUO9I/AAAAAAAABhw/FQSZJa4_PSk/s1600/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520193692881927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq6puUO9I/AAAAAAAABhw/FQSZJa4_PSk/s400/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq50MWgdI/AAAAAAAABho/6DDWQzewARk/s1600/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520193678512390610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq50MWgdI/AAAAAAAABho/6DDWQzewARk/s400/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyrum found remnants of a crab's claw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5sp6QHI/AAAAAAAABhg/Dhgh5piposQ/s1600/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520193676488884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5sp6QHI/AAAAAAAABhg/Dhgh5piposQ/s400/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5Yvc0NI/AAAAAAAABhY/49EDylh_Y2g/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520193671143411922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5Yvc0NI/AAAAAAAABhY/49EDylh_Y2g/s400/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nice visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5BcuoZI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4qCo8Wo2jAQ/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520193664890872210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuq5BcuoZI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4qCo8Wo2jAQ/s400/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the drive back north... lots of elks...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520203006266892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuzYwyU4oI/AAAAAAAABjY/wK3UPq8y9Ec/s400/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520203003430780226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuzYmOJPUI/AAAAAAAABjQ/LGmyLlqunAM/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then one more get together (Brigham with cousin Lily who is just over a week older)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520203012590763762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuzZIWDfvI/AAAAAAAABjg/jKiCyXZyJ2s/s400/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520203020444637410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuzZlmkGOI/AAAAAAAABjo/kMxVGFQLT1E/s400/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a much anticipated trip to the temple where we were married &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204100919389634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJu0Yer0bcI/AAAAAAAABj4/mx-t1DkT1Uc/s400/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on to the airport and on to home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204102285568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJu0YjxiqCI/AAAAAAAABkA/mfjvi7kI9mo/s400/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we had a great flight back, most of us just slept the whole way.  The hardest part was the two hour drive home after landing (hard to stay awake driving in the dark)&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&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/6995431856238881204-781717633771303108?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/781717633771303108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=781717633771303108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/781717633771303108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/781717633771303108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/bandon-and-back.html' title='Bandon and back'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJuwPjQqatI/AAAAAAAABjA/8kGj36wRVsc/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6156173540811246704</id><published>2010-09-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:29:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264601976199602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC7Hyg2bI/AAAAAAAABgw/CEsO1D7wIS0/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;David ran a relay race while we were on the trip, called the Hood to Coast relay from Mt. Hood to the ocean. There's 12 people, each take turns running about 6 miles (three times) for a total 0f 18 miles each over two days; someone's always running. David had fun. We are glad he made it, we were worried about knee injuries or something since he didn't have much time to train.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFKNN7hRkI/AAAAAAAABhI/orDMdWczulc/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517272609443628610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFKNN7hRkI/AAAAAAAABhI/orDMdWczulc/s400/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is after his first section of running, we went out to cheer him on (he did awesome time on this one, averaged about 6 1/2 min. miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFKMi6R5SI/AAAAAAAABhA/v7bnIDvi96I/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517272597895701794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFKMi6R5SI/AAAAAAAABhA/v7bnIDvi96I/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC7jG4HiI/AAAAAAAABg4/DvEPsjgiNxQ/s1600/IMG_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264609309367842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC7jG4HiI/AAAAAAAABg4/DvEPsjgiNxQ/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and see my new baby carrier? It is SO awesome, I love it, puts all the weight on your hips not the back, and is super easy and quick to put on... wish I'd found it 10 years ago!! It's the &lt;a href="http://www.ergobabycarrier.com/"&gt;ERGObaby&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, back to the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC6nIlNdI/AAAAAAAABgo/r3Q_UzB4k5A/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264593210389970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC6nIlNdI/AAAAAAAABgo/r3Q_UzB4k5A/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are crossing the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then the team picture. Five of his brothers and one sister ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC56TT_0I/AAAAAAAABgg/ffxHQkfLyYI/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264581175803714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC56TT_0I/AAAAAAAABgg/ffxHQkfLyYI/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then some time at the beach, a litte chilly, but wet sand is a huge becking call to them boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC5DEAbmI/AAAAAAAABgY/e3VHH-T3ANo/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264566347656802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC5DEAbmI/AAAAAAAABgY/e3VHH-T3ANo/s400/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9kWTskBI/AAAAAAAABfo/NZ2Janps_Zg/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258713178345490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9kWTskBI/AAAAAAAABfo/NZ2Janps_Zg/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9jzhirTI/AAAAAAAABfg/MFE6iSUQSzM/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258703841176882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9jzhirTI/AAAAAAAABfg/MFE6iSUQSzM/s400/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even this little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9jtRpFPI/AAAAAAAABfY/Z_uRaTuDZOA/s1600/IMG_2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258702163875058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9jtRpFPI/AAAAAAAABfY/Z_uRaTuDZOA/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258685589942914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9iviG8oI/AAAAAAAABfI/o-rExOZc-3k/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9i3BptLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/OCYtVRvhvrs/s1600/IMG_4121%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258687601292466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJE9i3BptLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/OCYtVRvhvrs/s400/IMG_4121%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, yay David, well done!&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/6995431856238881204-6156173540811246704?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6156173540811246704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6156173540811246704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6156173540811246704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6156173540811246704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-ran-relay-race-while-we-were-on.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TJFC7Hyg2bI/AAAAAAAABgw/CEsO1D7wIS0/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1522991988565332225</id><published>2010-09-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:38:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are back (&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;) it is nice to take a break from "technology" once in a while. It tends to be a distraction from more important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the chance to go to Oregon and visit some family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Ammon and Heidi painting at the OMSI (notice Ammon's awesome volcano!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515319998526320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaUTbE8HI/AAAAAAAABdA/aHSuqK_HDD8/s400/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ruthie's super painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515320006536468002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaUxQ2FiI/AAAAAAAABdI/jYGbf61tWaI/s400/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brigham got to meet both his Great-Grandpas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515322468730822050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpckFpuXaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/k6EgmOoV2Lw/s400/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at Great-Grandpa D's, Hyrum was in heaven seeing all the GUNS, SWORDS, and other various warrior-type things. His excitement is evident&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515320020064647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaVjqNuQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/2HPRdEFJNGc/s400/IMG_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa D took us out on Great-Grandpa D's boat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515320038235978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaWnWmOUI/AAAAAAAABdg/kIRhd_daVLQ/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515320030595345090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaWK47asI/AAAAAAAABdY/RMDfrQUdfBc/s400/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321628188571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpbzKY1eNI/AAAAAAAABdo/Cn9dhracpw0/s400/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321642050740450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpbz-B1YOI/AAAAAAAABdw/cTeWzHeo4tY/s400/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321649426279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpb0ZgTLcI/AAAAAAAABd4/Qdj0W5F1_cE/s400/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(love Ammon's goggles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321664773190210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpb1SrSckI/AAAAAAAABeA/YrhTuJ5tkN4/s400/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;David with brother Paul&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321678714804626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpb2GnOmZI/AAAAAAAABeI/JjnRDZY_sGE/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...hanging on for dear life...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515409796340918802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqr_OWcKhI/AAAAAAAABeY/34dRt9WG504/s400/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got some slack from my dear husband for not going in the water (I was holding a sleeping baby... and besides it was COLD!  I'm used to heat, it was overcast and not 100 degrees!! bbbrrrrr... like 65... again I say brrrr!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515409808216310226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqr_6lwQdI/AAAAAAAABeg/QYo4JeNEgu4/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515409815238919026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqsAUwEw3I/AAAAAAAABeo/Unn4emv4rG4/s400/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so here's the house David is going to buy me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515414791570118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqwh_B41iI/AAAAAAAABfA/obZo5bdYdX0/s400/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;umm.. no thanks, I don't want to clean that thing!  But fun to look at all the fancy houses out there on the lake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515414762348304162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqwgSK3VyI/AAAAAAAABew/ihbsQpGVIVQ/s400/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the sad part (besides the mammoth mortgage) is that they are all right next to each other, side by side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515414771902064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIqwg1wqKPI/AAAAAAAABe4/Vb6Rju7ESxQ/s400/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more trip pictures coming soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1522991988565332225?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1522991988565332225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1522991988565332225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1522991988565332225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1522991988565332225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-back-sigh-it-is-nice-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TIpaUTbE8HI/AAAAAAAABdA/aHSuqK_HDD8/s72-c/IMG_2115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4656453095949797651</id><published>2010-08-22T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:27:01.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Run-down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer is winding down, and it has been busy. So here is a visual display of our summer for you to enjoy for the next two weeks while we take a break from the internet... Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week we got the chickens we noticed 6+ skunks living under our shed and these two little guys hanging out in our yard...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGzUfa50TI/AAAAAAAABcg/mridwmvdgLQ/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508380983863922994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGzUfa50TI/AAAAAAAABcg/mridwmvdgLQ/s400/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not good, both chicken predators. We also have a fox in the area that ate our ducks last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, since we found a better home for our yappy, little dogs last year we had nothing to protect our new little flock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we did much research on dogs (didn't want to make another mistake on a dog-type... I found out I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; am not a "lap dog" person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we got these awesome guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGzT4Af3tI/AAAAAAAABcY/sMZ9TbeAdF8/s1600/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508380973284187858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGzT4Af3tI/AAAAAAAABcY/sMZ9TbeAdF8/s400/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't these poof-balls adorable! They are great pyrenees: calm, protective, and won't eat our chickens. They are great with kids, very gentle... one of the "gentle giants" (they will be huge) and they love cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These dogs are our warriors, who will protect our chickens and our kids. So we gave them some warrior names, "Teancum" and "Gideon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been trying to eat healthier, and have tried adding more "greens" to my diet. Kale, collard greens, etc. are okay... but mustard greens.. ugh, I could barely down them. But I figure, add hot dogs and cheese to anything and it tastes edible, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508383361560799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THG1e5CA6nI/AAAAAAAABco/SNlaku51QxM/s400/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;almost looks yummy, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; yummy (raspberries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508414979122490066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THHSPRoJatI/AAAAAAAABcw/mV1S9gmrAe0/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hard workers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxc7D5WbI/AAAAAAAABcA/yO3349OgO_M/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378929699314098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxc7D5WbI/AAAAAAAABcA/yO3349OgO_M/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our yard projects that Ammon, Hyrum, and I worked on while David and Caleb were on a 3-day overnighter webelos camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378939150610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxdeRQryI/AAAAAAAABcI/KcAjWQXw9ko/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens- they grow really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxcWhVpLI/AAAAAAAABb4/Qxq6FEt-cAY/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378919890691250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxcWhVpLI/AAAAAAAABb4/Qxq6FEt-cAY/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxb2SLUwI/AAAAAAAABbw/9-PlW7dQcE8/s1600/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378911237165826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxb2SLUwI/AAAAAAAABbw/9-PlW7dQcE8/s400/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takin' turns for the slide... such good little chicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxbt58D6I/AAAAAAAABbo/Y2REBqU6MSY/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378908988018594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGxbt58D6I/AAAAAAAABbo/Y2REBqU6MSY/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508376397477652626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvJhzNKJI/AAAAAAAABbA/oI0QIN1sp8Q/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508376406705278930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvKELPj9I/AAAAAAAABbI/7yI0BaUs5Pc/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvLiqUkcI/AAAAAAAABbg/uD3OAhtsbDc/s1600/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508376432068563394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvLiqUkcI/AAAAAAAABbg/uD3OAhtsbDc/s400/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this cat is goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508376415109961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvKjfE2KI/AAAAAAAABbQ/q1cljbjmDq4/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvK-1kqGI/AAAAAAAABbY/UgB2Pvwt1uc/s1600/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508376422452078690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGvK-1kqGI/AAAAAAAABbY/UgB2Pvwt1uc/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aren't the dogs so nice to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGstbZleRI/AAAAAAAABaw/nUFP4ZbXyk4/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373715699988754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGstbZleRI/AAAAAAAABaw/nUFP4ZbXyk4/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... um... you kinda get the hint that it's time to start making the chicken coop when they start jumping out of their home and um... yeah. (the room has since been sanitized)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGstNrQqnI/AAAAAAAABao/J5-SMBj2rEQ/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373712016026226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGstNrQqnI/AAAAAAAABao/J5-SMBj2rEQ/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giant weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGssPSb_RI/AAAAAAAABaY/ps5rx5wmc5s/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373695268912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGssPSb_RI/AAAAAAAABaY/ps5rx5wmc5s/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpge3F5bI/AAAAAAAABaQ/3MUSB1y8fRg/s1600/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370194755872178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpge3F5bI/AAAAAAAABaQ/3MUSB1y8fRg/s400/IMG_1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah... this boy, he is just so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpgIZF9UI/AAAAAAAABaI/eLee4SBGok0/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370188724467010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpgIZF9UI/AAAAAAAABaI/eLee4SBGok0/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfn-OySI/AAAAAAAABaA/FRLY9uNCMDU/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370180021864738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfn-OySI/AAAAAAAABaA/FRLY9uNCMDU/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome dogs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(when they are full grown, one of them will barely fit in this crate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfdmKW3I/AAAAAAAABZ4/O6G3TpPgn58/s1600/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370177236556658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfdmKW3I/AAAAAAAABZ4/O6G3TpPgn58/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;building the chicken coop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfCTNLOI/AAAAAAAABZw/cxBAqJnuqYE/s1600/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370169909292258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGpfCTNLOI/AAAAAAAABZw/cxBAqJnuqYE/s400/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(linoleum on the floor to make the cleaning easier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmy-dbvDI/AAAAAAAABZo/hIct5lrYRYM/s1600/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508367213940948018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmy-dbvDI/AAAAAAAABZo/hIct5lrYRYM/s400/IMG_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interested in what we were doing, he was watching us very intently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmys07bgI/AAAAAAAABZg/b5Z_iWPwm84/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508367209207655938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmys07bgI/AAAAAAAABZg/b5Z_iWPwm84/s400/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the misty mornings we get here now and then, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmyVYN7fI/AAAAAAAABZY/UvVwOMhBWM4/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508367202913218034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmyVYN7fI/AAAAAAAABZY/UvVwOMhBWM4/s400/IMG_2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy kids (notice Hyrum eating the dog bone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmxxBASCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/mFiIWZT5Mp0/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508367193152178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGmxxBASCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/mFiIWZT5Mp0/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this kid was born at the perfect time of year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiIo-CVCI/AAAAAAAABZA/fprr4AHcGKY/s1600/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508362088571098146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiIo-CVCI/AAAAAAAABZA/fprr4AHcGKY/s400/IMG_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his first experience with most of his food is when it is fresh and in season, right out of the garden (not ours, thank goodness for farmer markets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiIPXkrAI/AAAAAAAABY4/08-nnF3cVfQ/s1600/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508362081698884610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiIPXkrAI/AAAAAAAABY4/08-nnF3cVfQ/s400/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some folks at church own a marina at one of the lakes, so we got to go hang out down there for an activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiH6p0W1I/AAAAAAAABYw/2T4z0jzT0tY/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508362076138265426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiH6p0W1I/AAAAAAAABYw/2T4z0jzT0tY/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508362067446068178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiHaRb89I/AAAAAAAABYo/nyrsOhED2tM/s400/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;We went swimming a lot at the outdoor pool here in town. Caleb and Hyrum went off the diving board, and even the high dive (YIKES! that thing even scares me) but they thought it was great, "it felt like rubber, " Caleb said after his famous belly-flop off the high dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogs are great to have around when there is a baby and a high chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiHH1TejI/AAAAAAAABYg/CHo2MQuzbkg/s1600/IMG_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508362062496234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGiHH1TejI/AAAAAAAABYg/CHo2MQuzbkg/s400/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These guys are big enough to tag team it on &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; under the chair (probably shouldn't allow this, it won't be as cute when they are three feet taller and 70 pounds bigger...)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdj019RqI/AAAAAAAABYY/WD6hM9RXFCg/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357058056767138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdj019RqI/AAAAAAAABYY/WD6hM9RXFCg/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caleb really enjoys the chickens and takes very good care of them. David calls him the "chicken whisperer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdjhVfGLI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Hcyl1x1_pD4/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357052820297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdjhVfGLI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Hcyl1x1_pD4/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdjJRHIvI/AAAAAAAABYI/mHVkbSTHwRc/s1600/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357046359499506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdjJRHIvI/AAAAAAAABYI/mHVkbSTHwRc/s400/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished coop (the run is almost done, and wheels are pending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdi6rfaRI/AAAAAAAABYA/XWHFuwxK0wY/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357042443610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdi6rfaRI/AAAAAAAABYA/XWHFuwxK0wY/s400/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdieHjIBI/AAAAAAAABX4/5KVHuVpcgPY/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508357034776666130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGdieHjIBI/AAAAAAAABX4/5KVHuVpcgPY/s400/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saddle-back caterpillar, feels like a bee sting. Hyrum got to experience this as he climbed up the swing poles.&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-4656453095949797651?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4656453095949797651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4656453095949797651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4656453095949797651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4656453095949797651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-run-down.html' title='Summer Run-down'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/THGzUfa50TI/AAAAAAAABcg/mridwmvdgLQ/s72-c/IMG_1806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4782413996763254969</id><published>2010-08-21T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:25:53.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not in charge of me.</title><content type='html'>So I asked Ruth to do something, she says, "You're not in charge of me."&lt;br /&gt;And of course I reply, "I AM in charge of you, I am your MOM."&lt;br /&gt;She had a great answer to that, "Nooooo, you're not in charge of me, JESUS is in charge of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay then, I concede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4782413996763254969?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4782413996763254969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4782413996763254969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4782413996763254969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4782413996763254969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-not-in-charge-of-me.html' title='You&apos;re not in charge of me.'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1061080131895936090</id><published>2010-08-15T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:50:43.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>David and I have been getting a lot done together the past few weekends, it is amazing.  Last week we built a chicken coop (yeah... we have no experience, yet it stands)  And yesterday we got a TON of yardwork done.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about yardwork out here... it is super humid and hot, so weeds... you think you know weeds?  I thought I knew weeds... then we moved here, baught 2 acres... and NOW I know weeds; we are good buddies.  You don't weed every what... DAY, ... BOOM... 3 feet high weeds... mostly this crabgrass stuff (I tried to grow grass in Cincy? what was I thinking!  Grass is the enemy!  Pull it out!  AH!!!)  yeah... okay... I'm calming down...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday for one of our projects we weeded as a family in the front, and after about an hour (this weeding thing, it is great therapy, highly recommended and can be fun) anyways, after an hour in the 100 degree weather and 90% humidity (lovely) I am dripping sweat, just dripping, all down my face... and my husband says to me:&lt;br /&gt;I sure love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is LOVE!  Here I am, sweaty, smelly, covered in weed remains, and dripping... and this guy can look at me and tell me that?  Wow, that's true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1061080131895936090?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1061080131895936090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1061080131895936090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1061080131895936090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1061080131895936090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2628257056429006095</id><published>2010-08-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:58:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TGC-hEJRf3I/AAAAAAAABXw/iLV2IlcoWcQ/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503608219904343922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TGC-hEJRf3I/AAAAAAAABXw/iLV2IlcoWcQ/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love when everyone has gotten their responsibilities done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(oh, and happy 8-9-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2628257056429006095?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2628257056429006095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2628257056429006095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2628257056429006095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2628257056429006095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my Favorite things'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TGC-hEJRf3I/AAAAAAAABXw/iLV2IlcoWcQ/s72-c/IMG_2075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3886953384020682582</id><published>2010-08-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:01:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Go, Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's been almost a month? Time goes by quick! I've been on "survival" mode as Brigham, and now I, have been sick for the past few weeks... making for a baby waking up 5 times a night, sometimes every half hour... leading to a super-sleep deprived Mama struggling to feed the fam, clean the fam, etc. etc. who then gets sick too... it's been awesome :) But this is the life of a mother and without such fun, we'd never appreciate being able to sleep, cook, and do laundry without falling over, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday while I was making lunch, Ammon comes racing through the kitchen ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg2YpiEpnI/AAAAAAAABWw/HSpi6GPvOvY/s1600/IMG_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501206741926585970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg2YpiEpnI/AAAAAAAABWw/HSpi6GPvOvY/s400/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with what?... my baby dressed in a policeman's cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501213468153232530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg8gKrePJI/AAAAAAAABXo/NsvvRS0oirs/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brigham LOVED it, and would scream anytime Ammon slowed down... or stopped so I could take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg2YPjMUpI/AAAAAAAABWo/XRdrpJgeaLM/s1600/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501206734951961234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg2YPjMUpI/AAAAAAAABWo/XRdrpJgeaLM/s400/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brothers are so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-3886953384020682582?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3886953384020682582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3886953384020682582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3886953384020682582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3886953384020682582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-go-go.html' title='Go, Go, Go!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TFg2YpiEpnI/AAAAAAAABWw/HSpi6GPvOvY/s72-c/IMG_2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1155081523731222436</id><published>2010-07-10T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:01:20.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there, Bub</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Brigham woke up saying "b" sounds, "bah.. buh..buh". This is a new thing, and he practiced all day.&lt;br /&gt;David and I were talking today about some important stuff, with Brigham standing near our knees as we sat. At a quiet spot in our conversation he looks up at David and says "hi, Bub" (we thought at first maybe he was calling David "Bob", but Brigham kept saying "bub" until we figured it out).&lt;br /&gt;When I see David I'll usually say "hi there, Bub" or some other greeting to that effect... so I have taught my son that his father is "Bub"... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1155081523731222436?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1155081523731222436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1155081523731222436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1155081523731222436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1155081523731222436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-there-bub.html' title='Hey there, Bub'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1339028051495587351</id><published>2010-06-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:37:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep! Peep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies have arrived! Yay, Chickens!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TConJE38_GI/AAAAAAAABVw/YgHElKXBETs/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488242132785101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TConJE38_GI/AAAAAAAABVw/YgHElKXBETs/s400/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488236367080437234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh5d81tfI/AAAAAAAABUY/Ho9LfxVP8So/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch out!... it's the terrible tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488238447058419362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCojyieO_qI/AAAAAAAABUg/BWXH7zHlI3U/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488238456871267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCojzHBzLLI/AAAAAAAABUo/0Da9TpO0LTc/s400/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this guy is adorable&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488238475348449842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoj0L3GmjI/AAAAAAAABU4/HkjC0diNXMs/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488238466497304274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCojzq401tI/AAAAAAAABUw/yw_AuVyh-KA/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is our astrolorp (she looks like a penguin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488238477014850866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoj0SEZ3TI/AAAAAAAABVA/KBf0Iii11Y4/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComT9tWCUI/AAAAAAAABVI/RB5h9s1JzB0/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241220328491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComT9tWCUI/AAAAAAAABVI/RB5h9s1JzB0/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;very cute &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241242375401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComVP1vMJI/AAAAAAAABVQ/FtoVsXMY8bc/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241249148003042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComVpEc4uI/AAAAAAAABVY/DXddTRgRraU/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241256897246114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComWF8A86I/AAAAAAAABVg/QPCl9iFAbms/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241267946633490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TComWvGZORI/AAAAAAAABVo/p9Q_2mBTBaE/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ordered eight chicks at &lt;a href="http://www.mypetchicken.com/"&gt;www.mypetchicken.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called the post office a few days early to ask if they'd be delivering them to my home, or do I come get them.  The man replied, "oh, well, folks usually like to come pick them up as soon as they come" (this apparently happens all the time... I love this place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the box they came in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh4Np4WyI/AAAAAAAABUA/4X9OzXYq0XY/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488236345526082338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh4Np4WyI/AAAAAAAABUA/4X9OzXYq0XY/s400/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this paper taped on top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh3RFYbkI/AAAAAAAABT4/328QxEL5UcY/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488236329266867778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh3RFYbkI/AAAAAAAABT4/328QxEL5UcY/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a phone call at about 10 p.m. at night from the post office a half hour away.  When David picked them up there was another, much larger box of chicks there for someone else to pick up too.&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f6ac5954a8c5e39c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6ac5954a8c5e39c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DBE51A79828F8E93CA33F704459EC8709CDD29A.5C27AC3DC17196D0EC69A6B932331CEBD63B9DA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6ac5954a8c5e39c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE-nTca22pJKIdwrshu9hJsNiTVw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6ac5954a8c5e39c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DBE51A79828F8E93CA33F704459EC8709CDD29A.5C27AC3DC17196D0EC69A6B932331CEBD63B9DA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6ac5954a8c5e39c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE-nTca22pJKIdwrshu9hJsNiTVw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488236354165149122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCoh4t1mDcI/AAAAAAAABUI/vCFPEf2SRTQ/s400/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the end!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1339028051495587351?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1339028051495587351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1339028051495587351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1339028051495587351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1339028051495587351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/peep-peep.html' title='Peep! Peep!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TConJE38_GI/AAAAAAAABVw/YgHElKXBETs/s72-c/IMG_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7691769840059820001</id><published>2010-06-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:32:02.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Dads"  Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay for Fathers!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLMPjwgNtI/AAAAAAAABTw/w_qpcOE6tQ0/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171863759468242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLMPjwgNtI/AAAAAAAABTw/w_qpcOE6tQ0/s400/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight present this year was a lime/lemon juicer, awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we use blankets and such to wrap our presents) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later, the "Father's Day Bonfire"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Hyrum with a mouthful of marshmallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLzlgACsI/AAAAAAAABTo/ggy_CKCGZ4c/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171383190784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLzlgACsI/AAAAAAAABTo/ggy_CKCGZ4c/s400/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLyAh1BpI/AAAAAAAABTg/dymu_qWP0Mk/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171356086470290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLyAh1BpI/AAAAAAAABTg/dymu_qWP0Mk/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLw0FwC0I/AAAAAAAABTY/eFGqNfiYCDA/s1600/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171335567608642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLw0FwC0I/AAAAAAAABTY/eFGqNfiYCDA/s400/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLwHqSr4I/AAAAAAAABTQ/l2PJ0qpMIPU/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171323641278338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLwHqSr4I/AAAAAAAABTQ/l2PJ0qpMIPU/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLvlxMRnI/AAAAAAAABTI/AvqdDXiRAcE/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486171314543412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLLvlxMRnI/AAAAAAAABTI/AvqdDXiRAcE/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Father's Day... the day of Happy Dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-7691769840059820001?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7691769840059820001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7691769840059820001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7691769840059820001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7691769840059820001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-dads-day.html' title='&quot;Happy Dads&quot;  Day'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLMPjwgNtI/AAAAAAAABTw/w_qpcOE6tQ0/s72-c/IMG_1761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3349666958489956685</id><published>2010-06-23T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:32:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Strong Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHqvViDuI/AAAAAAAABSw/3Aa8mttA1jg/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486166833165897442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHqvViDuI/AAAAAAAABSw/3Aa8mttA1jg/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHp-3qu0I/AAAAAAAABSc/vxBn1Ol2LYM/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486166820155734850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHp-3qu0I/AAAAAAAABSc/vxBn1Ol2LYM/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHoab6o8I/AAAAAAAABSI/K82F5YP4lPo/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486166793195791298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHoab6o8I/AAAAAAAABSI/K82F5YP4lPo/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peekaboo I'm standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like it's time to lower the crib mattress.&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/6995431856238881204-3349666958489956685?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3349666958489956685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3349666958489956685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3349666958489956685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3349666958489956685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/super-strong-man.html' title='Super Strong Man'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCLHqvViDuI/AAAAAAAABSw/3Aa8mttA1jg/s72-c/IMG_1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1156129647864609191</id><published>2010-06-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:34:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent-A-Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF9YcGGndI/AAAAAAAABSA/bMFkKNmNubQ/s1600/IMG_1671+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485803679926099410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF9YcGGndI/AAAAAAAABSA/bMFkKNmNubQ/s200/IMG_1671+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF9OIs2BhI/AAAAAAAABR4/iRxZmwZHTik/s1600/IMG_1670+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485803502921188882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF9OIs2BhI/AAAAAAAABR4/iRxZmwZHTik/s200/IMG_1670+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb &amp;amp; Hyrum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ages: 10 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;traits: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb-imaginative, thinker, funny, loves to talk and make stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyrum-obedient, funny, loves games and joking, helpful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF8ejAq1UI/AAAAAAAABRo/WhR0ambMokw/s1600/IMG_1670+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sherry was here she commented on how nice it was to have that normal household noise of kids playing (she's home alone all day while her husband works for a summer job)... so being that she's soon to have her first baby, a boy, why not borrow some kids for a while? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Sherry and Luke left, they took my boys!  Wow, that was weird to see my boys drive away from me and know they were going two states away for a week. (Ammon really wanted to go too, but I couldn't quite part with him yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a nightly phone call from them telling me all the fun things they were doing in Kansas City.  They were both very surprised that Jeff was nice... Caleb said he saw some giant shoes by the door and was worried because he thought a giant lived there... but then he and Hyrum found out Jeff is really nice, and they commented on that the first few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besided having tons of fun with Sherry (Hyrum told me he may never want to come home, and they never confessed to missing us...) they got to hang out with Uncy Luke and Mark who they really like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great opportunity for them to get to know them better since we don't get to see anyone very often so yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went the following weekend and picked them up and did a quick visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the older boys were gone I noticed, wow, how easy 3 kids are!  It seemed like there was lots of time to get some things done in the house I've been wanting to do.  We went through all the bedrooms and basement and came up with over 6 stuffed black garbage bags of things for goodwill, mostly clothes... yippee!  I need to do that about every six months it seems like to stay sane... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...or maybe it was just my "nesting instint" kicking in for those babies coming soon in the mail?....&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-1156129647864609191?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1156129647864609191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1156129647864609191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1156129647864609191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1156129647864609191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/rent-kid.html' title='Rent-A-Kid'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TCF9YcGGndI/AAAAAAAABSA/bMFkKNmNubQ/s72-c/IMG_1671+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4074431028390160173</id><published>2010-06-21T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:15:17.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ruth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ruthie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four years ago, the female population in our home doubled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay for the girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485203960262633730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b8KQFKQI/AAAAAAAABRY/Cx_hIeSmrVc/s400/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b8vAhFcI/AAAAAAAABRg/WGf37G-34kQ/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485203970129466818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b8vAhFcI/AAAAAAAABRg/WGf37G-34kQ/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super snazzy, awesome, caring, loving, helpful Ruth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b7ww3KTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/AXBfFJFw0TA/s1600/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485203953420806450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b7ww3KTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/AXBfFJFw0TA/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TB9b7A5BNnI/AAAAAAAABRI/VWAnbxs8RLM/s1600/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485203940570117746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Despite my protests, my children continue to get older. Caleb is 10! Wow... that's just too close to being a teenager.  He's past the half-way mark of being in our care, not ready for that milestone.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV-Y3INoI/AAAAAAAABQI/QNE1PEHe3i0/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483930764079281794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV-Y3INoI/AAAAAAAABQI/QNE1PEHe3i0/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherry and Luke (David's sister and brother) came to visit for the weekend.  Sherry set up a scavenger hunt for Caleb to find all his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483930740556791442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV9BO7fpI/AAAAAAAABP4/pFHQPmpMgcQ/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I thought I picked out the best present... pencils... lots and lots of pencils...  (his get lost often)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483938362612514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrc4rmn_sI/AAAAAAAABRA/ca75s59W1Mw/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; But Caleb will probably tell you that the best present was his mice... two little mice.  He's been wanting them for many, many months... but his mother didn't want mice in the house.  Anyways, the boy won out and has been taking very good care of them so far.  He has even been excited to clean out their cage.  He is very caring and doing well as their sole caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483930753662423522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV9yDjkeI/AAAAAAAABQA/p0KsZqlt9Hc/s400/IMG_1723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; to get visitors, sometimes it's lonely out here, so we were very excited to have some family come in town!  Luke was awesome with the kids.  He was out there playing soccer in the 90+ degree, super humidity with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483934532575804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrZZvmtu-I/AAAAAAAABQg/CmbH8Cq9mx4/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Those kidlets loved having someone to sit down and play board games with... almost constantly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483934542774216626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrZaVmNJ7I/AAAAAAAABQo/ncrrLf74uag/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And us older folk really like to talk.  After being a bit exhausted with five beautiful children to take care of, it was very refreshing to talk to Sherry and get loads of advice from a professional about kids and how to best deal with them, along with some books recommendations to read, to continue my constant "mom-improvement" endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483930771058036834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV-y2_kGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/_KUmxpF92Tk/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't Sherry just so cute pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483934553357983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrZa9BkoDI/AAAAAAAABQw/cJ0BkxnQN3g/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4264485060973114147?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4264485060973114147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4264485060973114147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4264485060973114147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4264485060973114147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/double-digits.html' title='Double Digits'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBrV-Y3INoI/AAAAAAAABQI/QNE1PEHe3i0/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4359495107211512039</id><published>2010-06-16T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:49:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feild Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on a field trip with some other homeschoolers to a local farm for some U-pick strawberries in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505278780267874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlS_4mtXWI/AAAAAAAABPI/T96hP6uIyRk/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They gave us all a bucket, we picked, then paid for it in weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTAYA2XYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/EL6kWFpjspc/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505287211408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTAYA2XYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/EL6kWFpjspc/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505299716806802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTBGmXmJI/AAAAAAAABPY/w7lwV-dqeTI/s400/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505313670960274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTB6lTFJI/AAAAAAAABPg/FBi-ZFDEvJ8/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmm... sun-warmed, fresh strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505321980529634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTCZidC-I/AAAAAAAABPo/AjF7_ReDok0/s400/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483505837022521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlTgYOCKiI/AAAAAAAABPw/0qe2uTYMh7M/s400/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They also had some llamas, goats, chickens, etc.  The light brown one is a Buff Orpington (the friendliest ones), the red is a Rhode Island Red (good egg-layer), the black is an Astrolorp (also friendly), and the black with the white poof head is a Polish (more of a show breed... they have chicken shows for fanciest chicken... totally awesome) So yeah, we've been studying chickens... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6995431856238881204-4359495107211512039?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4359495107211512039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4359495107211512039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4359495107211512039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4359495107211512039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/feild-trip.html' title='Feild Trip'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBlS_4mtXWI/AAAAAAAABPI/T96hP6uIyRk/s72-c/IMG_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8723459675337378923</id><published>2010-06-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:29:12.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fun Happy place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBeVh_EHj6I/AAAAAAAABOo/MmBACaDa-pk/s1600/wp_raven_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483015482443796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBeVh_EHj6I/AAAAAAAABOo/MmBACaDa-pk/s400/wp_raven_640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David actually got me and Caleb to go on this thing with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBeLaOd3I7I/AAAAAAAABOY/joKy_0LunZA/s1600/wp_ex_voyage_fog_list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483015472915672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBeVhbkb7FI/AAAAAAAABOg/Pjk_09TucYU/s400/wp_voyage_fog_640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holidayworld.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holiday world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; a little bit ago. This place is by far our favorite ride place ever, also has a super fun water park. It's clean, friendly, short lines, free drinks and sunscreen, etc. etc. can't say enough about it... we've been to lots of places (all those parks out in California and King's Island in Cincy, etc.) but this is the best! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year we stayed two days to have more time to try all the rides and water park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hyrum and Caleb are big enough to go on everything, and this year I wasn't pregnant so I could go on everything too! Lots of fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David had a talk to give at church when we got home, he sums up the trip well:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to monitor my family for 24 hours and see how the teachings of the New Testament had affected our lives.  The next morning we took our family vacation to Holiday World.  While eating lunch there, Ammon reminded us that we should have a prayer.  Paul likewise taught to Timothy “I will therefore that men pray every where”.  As it was very hot and sunny, I prayed for clouds.  The clouds soon came, and Caleb suggested that I say a prayer of gratitude which I soon did.  Luke wrote about the savior healing ten lepers … “and one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks”.  Eight minutes before the park closed, Caleb remembered that he wanted to go on The Raven.  After I insisted that we didn’t have time to make it, Caleb took off in a dead run… I followed.  It was then, I noticed that his head was bowed, his arms were folded, and his eyes were closed, but he ran on at full speed.  He exemplified the teachings of James which he had been taught, that “faith, if it hath not works, is dead”.  With Hyrum bolting in from behind, the three of us ran together and were able to make it on the last rollercoaster of the night.  We stopped at Subway for dinner.  Right as I was noticing that there was sure a lot of tables filled, Hyrum, Ammon, and Ruth began singing at full volume “I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints”.  After finishing their song, and listening to the applause around us, I recalled the apostle Paul’s teachings to Timothy “for God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.  Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord”.&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/6995431856238881204-8723459675337378923?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8723459675337378923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8723459675337378923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8723459675337378923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8723459675337378923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/super-fun-happy-place.html' title='Super Fun Happy place'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBeVh_EHj6I/AAAAAAAABOo/MmBACaDa-pk/s72-c/wp_raven_640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5490683219543074010</id><published>2010-06-10T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:37:18.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Boys</title><content type='html'>Soccer ended last month, all three boys played this year, so we spent most of our Saturday morning at the soccer field. It's different here, the churches put on the community sports in our town. Spring soccer is at the Baptist church, so during half-time we get a devotional (last year we got preached to about how we are sinners and need to all realize that... um, yeah... but this year was a bit more calm)... I do like how they start and end with a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQu5wVHfI/AAAAAAAABNw/Fb3ea0AEuRo/s1600/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481250988194340338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQu5wVHfI/AAAAAAAABNw/Fb3ea0AEuRo/s400/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQuCy67hI/AAAAAAAABNo/nCMfOTJshr4/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481250973441256978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQuCy67hI/AAAAAAAABNo/nCMfOTJshr4/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Caleb's first year doing the soccer, he was a super fast runner, the fastest on his team. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQvQzI5aI/AAAAAAAABN4/6kxCSFU6Hb8/s1600/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481250994380137890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQvQzI5aI/AAAAAAAABN4/6kxCSFU6Hb8/s400/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brigham enjoyed discovering, and eating, the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQtImYq8I/AAAAAAAABNg/DC3hZFoC-6A/s1600/299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481250957819423682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQtImYq8I/AAAAAAAABNg/DC3hZFoC-6A/s400/299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyrum did very well this year, he obeys "every command with exactness" (reminds me of them stripling warriors). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyrum's team didn't always have everyone show up so Ammon got to play a few times with the "big kids" he was pretty excited. He would run after that ball with no fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQsrYRvFI/AAAAAAAABNY/kKVKohuAmbg/s1600/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481250949975620690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQsrYRvFI/AAAAAAAABNY/kKVKohuAmbg/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ammon really liked his teammates, he makes friends really easily (&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to understand how a king could offer his daughter to someone after meeting them... everyone seems to love Ammon when they meet him, he was rightly named!)&lt;/em&gt; he did great and made several goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4c013990cb1358f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4c013990cb1358f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48DA173C943E0124ABD03EDE11E97B114F21847E.7C12C7A0E07C5F01B78699DA12CE1A7EAD920204%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4c013990cb1358f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df8sJzmhLIq5SCsoX-qfF8VAB1MM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4c013990cb1358f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48DA173C943E0124ABD03EDE11E97B114F21847E.7C12C7A0E07C5F01B78699DA12CE1A7EAD920204%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4c013990cb1358f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df8sJzmhLIq5SCsoX-qfF8VAB1MM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-5490683219543074010?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5490683219543074010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5490683219543074010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5490683219543074010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5490683219543074010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/06/soccer-boys.html' title='Soccer Boys'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TBFQu5wVHfI/AAAAAAAABNw/Fb3ea0AEuRo/s72-c/190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4075887336817263631</id><published>2010-05-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:39:57.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pintosbeans.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/buff_orpington_bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://pintosbeans.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/buff_orpington_bis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_WMPK93m2I/AAAAAAAABM4/RS8Euj9x54w/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473435114408483682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_WMPK93m2I/AAAAAAAABM4/RS8Euj9x54w/s200/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may wonder what this handsome chicken and this handsome baby boy are doing here side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do these two have in common? &lt;em&gt;(besides their shared friendly disposition and calm, easy attitude?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This here chicken is a "Buff Orpington" and that there baby is well, &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473438549803141058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_WPXIzyB8I/AAAAAAAABNA/d-xFKVCYKZI/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 2 weeks ago Brigham, my five month old, started getting on his hands and knees and rocking back and forth, he also does what his Daddy calls "push-ups". This boy is &lt;strong&gt;BUFF&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473438560200008322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_WPXvilooI/AAAAAAAABNI/dei_7j7EauM/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham is now just over 18 pounds and about 27 1/2 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d8417bd52f49d76" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d8417bd52f49d76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F4AE637F4CC4FDCA3C6A1A8F4FC3D77BBA772B7.3740D28A48EEF696902FDF007795A0ABA3EE6D53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d8417bd52f49d76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxnUV0eZY6VZ4WjHS0n-7gYbxfE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d8417bd52f49d76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F4AE637F4CC4FDCA3C6A1A8F4FC3D77BBA772B7.3740D28A48EEF696902FDF007795A0ABA3EE6D53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d8417bd52f49d76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxnUV0eZY6VZ4WjHS0n-7gYbxfE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4075887336817263631?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4075887336817263631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4075887336817263631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4075887336817263631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4075887336817263631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/buff.html' title='BUFF'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_WMPK93m2I/AAAAAAAABM4/RS8Euj9x54w/s72-c/IMG_1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5509047172355045907</id><published>2010-05-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:19:32.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YeeeAAHHH! WaaaH!  (ding-ding) YAAAAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let this sweet face fool you, there is a true warrior spirit lurking inside...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644588617509778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9Qg6Cq5I/AAAAAAAABMY/B4Xe4EfJUCM/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9RC2M2uI/AAAAAAAABMg/57wCPaUsph8/s1600/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644597728205538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9RC2M2uI/AAAAAAAABMg/57wCPaUsph8/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9Pu19oVI/AAAAAAAABMI/ZSbH-d2JieQ/s1600/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644575178629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9Pu19oVI/AAAAAAAABMI/ZSbH-d2JieQ/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644581544223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9QGjo47I/AAAAAAAABMQ/A88j74oU6ys/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anything like brooms... sticks... pencils... rakes... toys... air... bats... a hose... yuh know, pretty much anything in the hands of Hyrum has potential to be used as a weapon in his pretend war stories. This boy would have loved to live during Captain Moroni's time; he was probably hanging out with Moroni, Teancum, and Lehi a lot before he came to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9PGtQC0I/AAAAAAAABMA/_j_qMeOXRMw/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644564404669250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9PGtQC0I/AAAAAAAABMA/_j_qMeOXRMw/s400/IMG_1536.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/6995431856238881204-5509047172355045907?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5509047172355045907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5509047172355045907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5509047172355045907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5509047172355045907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/yeeeaahhh-waaah-bang-bang-yaaaaa.html' title='YeeeAAHHH! WaaaH!  (ding-ding) YAAAAA!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S_K9Qg6Cq5I/AAAAAAAABMY/B4Xe4EfJUCM/s72-c/IMG_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8180546675678860579</id><published>2010-05-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:41:09.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's new talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Caleb learned how to make movies from Aunt Lucy and loves making them. He is quick at getting his chores and school done everyday (he's become very consistant and fast, it's amazing what motivation will do) so he can spend some time making movies. I really liked this one he made last week. He has so many that he wants to share, so we'll be posting most of them at &lt;a href="http://www.calebsgoodreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.calebsgoodreport.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b490b5e0773bd994" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db490b5e0773bd994%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E5B0A1E37FDBCC8CF934B50F34EEA7AE4CE3B4F.665546A59518ECE54F246D55420DF525A9EB1949%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db490b5e0773bd994%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCDamkTmmQTIurqc5jD9u1nLrAJU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db490b5e0773bd994%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330010624%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E5B0A1E37FDBCC8CF934B50F34EEA7AE4CE3B4F.665546A59518ECE54F246D55420DF525A9EB1949%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db490b5e0773bd994%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCDamkTmmQTIurqc5jD9u1nLrAJU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-8180546675678860579?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8180546675678860579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8180546675678860579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8180546675678860579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8180546675678860579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/calebs-new-talent.html' title='Caleb&apos;s new talent'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2733089232551812548</id><published>2010-05-07T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:44:44.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>Last week we took a family vacation, it was so much fun.  David had a seminar he needed to go to up at the Great Wolf lodge in Cincinnati, so we all headed up there with him.  I hadn't heard of these places, apparently they are all over and have indoor waterparks.  Pretty cool.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUKf26oVI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ea4zJBVP9K0/s1600/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588386861883730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUKf26oVI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ea4zJBVP9K0/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of the conference there, we got a discounted rate... and a huge room.  This is probably the nicest hotel we've stayed at, super fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUKCiEAtI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FZB7lRBvZ4s/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588378989789906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUKCiEAtI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FZB7lRBvZ4s/s400/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUJ4vrznI/AAAAAAAABJw/rREVMgZy70M/s1600/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588376362569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUJ4vrznI/AAAAAAAABJw/rREVMgZy70M/s400/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even had a seperate room with a king-size bed for David and I, and a kitchen area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUJL4fxuI/AAAAAAAABJo/z8EXCgWJoc4/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588364319934178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUJL4fxuI/AAAAAAAABJo/z8EXCgWJoc4/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (notice my reading boys... we were starting to have issues with the t.v. --they always wanted it on-- so I went to the hotel store and baught some books, problem solved, no more t.v. wanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUI3kZcFI/AAAAAAAABJg/yBr2MVXD-3E/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468588358866923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUI3kZcFI/AAAAAAAABJg/yBr2MVXD-3E/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We got there the day before the seminar started so we all got to swim together, it was a lot of fun.  The three oldest boys can mostly swim, so we didn't have to worry about them... well, Ammon tipped over on a tube in the wave pool and a lifeguard jumped in after him... so he wore a life-vest after that just in case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are getting older and are so much fun!  We got to go down all the scary waterslides together without any worries.  It's like hanging out with some awesome friends.  It's nice to finally reach that point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RRfqYu6mI/AAAAAAAABJY/O6jhfGq_yC0/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585451930446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RRfqYu6mI/AAAAAAAABJY/O6jhfGq_yC0/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other 3 days David had his meetings from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m., so I got to hang out at the waterpark &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;five&lt;/em&gt; kids, ah!  It was actually still a lot of fun.   &lt;div&gt;Caleb and Hyrum are old enough to go on all the slides, so they just ran off and had fun.  Ammon would mostly go hang out with them (he could go on most slides) and Ruth, Briggs, and I had fun in the smaller pools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brigham &lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;liked the water, he was splashing, squealing, etc.  He thought it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RRfTkWb2I/AAAAAAAABJQ/LE91m5RXYJY/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585445805158242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RRfTkWb2I/AAAAAAAABJQ/LE91m5RXYJY/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReyPicRI/AAAAAAAABJI/H2oG8XcyE5E/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585436859494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReyPicRI/AAAAAAAABJI/H2oG8XcyE5E/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReeJIpOI/AAAAAAAABJA/439fIvuMu_I/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585431463929058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReeJIpOI/AAAAAAAABJA/439fIvuMu_I/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReL77BUI/AAAAAAAABI4/7MbEDPP8opU/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585426576672066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RReL77BUI/AAAAAAAABI4/7MbEDPP8opU/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-2733089232551812548?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2733089232551812548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2733089232551812548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2733089232551812548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2733089232551812548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-RUKf26oVI/AAAAAAAABKA/Ea4zJBVP9K0/s72-c/IMG_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3107435717473650401</id><published>2010-05-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:52:58.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-F3rKh7zdI/AAAAAAAABIg/N3Man98SBf8/s1600/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467783006049258962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-F3rKh7zdI/AAAAAAAABIg/N3Man98SBf8/s400/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-3107435717473650401?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3107435717473650401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3107435717473650401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3107435717473650401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3107435717473650401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S-F3rKh7zdI/AAAAAAAABIg/N3Man98SBf8/s72-c/IMG_1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6244507828243341342</id><published>2010-05-03T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:45:04.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Belated pictures - Sleepover</title><content type='html'>The older boys are scared of the basement, they will never go down there alone because they think a "black, hairy monster" lives down there... and it makes gurgling noises every once in a while that sound strangely like the sump pump... but we all know it is really the black, hairy monster who hides under the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when all the kids (except Brigham of course) wanted to sleep downstairs with Lucy, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa D. They had several sleepover nights while David and I got to enjoy someone else putting our kids to bed, it was weird... and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fZLrjB1I/AAAAAAAABIY/na0lCUJHg-Q/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467052621399525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fZLrjB1I/AAAAAAAABIY/na0lCUJHg-Q/s400/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467052602442963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fYFD82tI/AAAAAAAABII/HyKpLYIdkTA/s400/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodbyes are tough, we all enjoy seeing some family out here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fYiomalI/AAAAAAAABIQ/5mFWwzpzWx4/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467052610381310546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fYiomalI/AAAAAAAABIQ/5mFWwzpzWx4/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome to have Aunt Lucy out here, the kids had a great time with her. Hyrum and Lucy headed up an awesome movie, "the crazy knite" involving everyone. We were very impressed with all the natural acting skills. If you want a copy, let me know (it's 15 minutes long and won't post on the blog). But it's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were constantly entertained with Lucy being here, she is a great Aunt/friend/awesome-ness person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Lucy, if you ever get bored of that state over there by the ocean, you are more than welcome to come stay here in the middle of the country with us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467052594347594866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fXm53VHI/AAAAAAAABIA/l1CeDeAZt6s/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-6244507828243341342?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6244507828243341342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6244507828243341342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6244507828243341342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6244507828243341342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-belated-pictures-sleepover.html' title='More Belated pictures - Sleepover'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97fZLrjB1I/AAAAAAAABIY/na0lCUJHg-Q/s72-c/IMG_1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2957871081198867184</id><published>2010-05-03T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:17:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Belated pictures - Amazing Electricians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our dining room &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a bit dark and gloomy (I painted it bright yellow, but still gloomy) and one corner of our kitchen &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; dark and gloomy... but not anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David's Dad is an electrician and installed several recessed lights in our dining room, kitchen, and living room... it looks awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97Yc-jZckI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LNkQHXwCIw/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044990013764162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97Yc-jZckI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LNkQHXwCIw/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97Yb8JHr9I/AAAAAAAABHY/cxpgOf2sAxU/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044972186808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97Yb8JHr9I/AAAAAAAABHY/cxpgOf2sAxU/s400/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammon thought Grandpa was &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;and wanted to help him in any way he could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044978304937010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97YcS7y7DI/AAAAAAAABHg/0mReuWQr3AY/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now Ammon says "&lt;em&gt;I'm going to be an electric and work with Grandpa and Uncle Peter&lt;/em&gt;."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David took Ammon with him the other day to see a patient at the hospital and the patient asked him if he was going to be a doctor someday like his Dad.  Grandpa visited over a month ago but Ammon still said he wants to be an electician like his Grandpa and Uncle Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6995431856238881204-2957871081198867184?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2957871081198867184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2957871081198867184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2957871081198867184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2957871081198867184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-belated-pictures-amazing.html' title='More Belated pictures - Amazing Electricians'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97Yc-jZckI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LNkQHXwCIw/s72-c/IMG_1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-9154198679802003344</id><published>2010-05-03T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:02:02.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Pictures - Hyrum's Birthday</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Hyrum's birthday on saturday (he was baptized on Sunday, his actual birthday) by going hiking with Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma D, Grandpa White, Lucy, Jon &amp;amp; Megan, and all of us natives here.  Then for the evening we went to Cracker Barrel for his birthday dinner.  Happy Birthday to Hyrum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U22fUbWI/AAAAAAAABG4/WaJRuK7KuqI/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467041036479262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U22fUbWI/AAAAAAAABG4/WaJRuK7KuqI/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After church and baptism Sunday, we had the traditional cake.  David decorated it this year, did a super job.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U2MhWzXI/AAAAAAAABGw/iF7iVmdgDJU/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467041025213517170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U2MhWzXI/AAAAAAAABGw/iF7iVmdgDJU/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467041042082455602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U3LXOYDI/AAAAAAAABHA/LBtFq_wdIpo/s400/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467041056655218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U4BppFwI/AAAAAAAABHI/O-2PfRbXlvg/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-9154198679802003344?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/9154198679802003344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=9154198679802003344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/9154198679802003344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/9154198679802003344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-pictures-hyrums-birthday.html' title='Belated Pictures - Hyrum&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S97U22fUbWI/AAAAAAAABG4/WaJRuK7KuqI/s72-c/IMG_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-7118409181187565747</id><published>2010-04-25T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:05:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Power!</title><content type='html'>So... we have no money... yeah, $16 in our checking account.  This may daunt some people into sadness, but not my husband.  We needed some milk last night, and we were a bit desperate for some fresh produce so David scoured all the couches, corners, and drawers of the house and came up with about $17 worth of change so we could go to the store.  He's awesome.  We got some potatoes, carrots, and apples... David was a proud doctor as he counted out $8.00 of change at the grocery store with his poor wife and five children there to watch.  I don't think it fazed him at all.  Then we headed to the milk store (luckily we had 8 bottles to return so we got an 80 cent deposit back! &lt;em&gt;cha ching&lt;/em&gt;!) and again he counted out about $4 in mostly pennies to the cashier.  Both cashiers looked at us with blank stares... not sure what they were thinking...I don't think this town quite knows what to do with us, but &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; all thought it was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;Penny Power!&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you'll need them pennies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't anyone worry, David will get paid tomorrow... Income taxes were due (we are not used to such things) and we paid all our savings and such to get them paid off thinking we'd be fine with his paycheck coming the next day, but apparently his boss also had more taxes due than expected (&lt;em&gt;someone's&lt;/em&gt; got to pay for the government's new plans... might as well be us!) so he was out a lot and well, it's been 10 days since the paycheck was due, we'll get half of it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we spent the first 9 years of our marriage in poverty, so we know how to survive on very, very little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-7118409181187565747?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7118409181187565747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=7118409181187565747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7118409181187565747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/7118409181187565747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/penny-power.html' title='Penny Power!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4847079078249802346</id><published>2010-04-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:05:18.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GsSmpviHI/AAAAAAAABGg/Pd5Ql4EC0ac/s1600/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; bread, love, love, love it; especially homemade. So when my Dad gave me his breadman ultimate Breadmachine 8 years ago and I discovered that I, yes, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, myself and I could actually make myself my OWN homemade bread whenever I wanted... wow, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, last year the breadmaker pan started leaking and the company no longer sells parts for that model. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year we invested in a Kitchen Aid mixer for my new bread making machine, and to mix up other stuff to eat. And that's what we've had for the past several moons. However, I just don't like the bread it produces... it's okay, but I'm a bread enthusiast and want the best bread I can make.  So I have slowly stopped making much bread.  I guess I'm just a bread snob? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, David ordered me a Bosch.. (&lt;em&gt;la la laaaa&lt;/em&gt;).. did you just hear those angels singing?... Yeah, bread heaven! This thing makes the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smoothest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dough, it is just plain heavenly to touch and form it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been eating a lot of bread and dinner rolls, yum... it's just so good. The other day I mixed up a batch of bread bowls (Tammy's recipe in the Dickinson cookbook). I let the dough raise up in the bosch... &lt;em&gt;woah, &lt;/em&gt;Isn't it supposed to just &lt;em&gt;double&lt;/em&gt; in size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463337240847581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GsRkjiAwI/AAAAAAAABGQ/gO4x4pHfD3E/s400/IMG_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338795122854418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GtsCroihI/AAAAAAAABGo/EFeqqoBBXns/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made these before, and they haven't raised to mutant proportions, especially when I sub in half whole wheat... I think these things were as big as Caleb's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GsSJWaapI/AAAAAAAABGY/dhxpmCD1NDQ/s1600/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463337250724670098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GsSJWaapI/AAAAAAAABGY/dhxpmCD1NDQ/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, thanks to husbands who buy these kinda things for birthdays because I don't know if I ever would have been able to justify the expense (I don't like spending money). But now that we have it, I definately recommend saving $10 every month for the next 3 years to get one! Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so my bread making and eating obsession continues.... yum, yum &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/6995431856238881204-4847079078249802346?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4847079078249802346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4847079078249802346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4847079078249802346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4847079078249802346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/bread-heaven.html' title='Bread Heaven'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9GsRkjiAwI/AAAAAAAABGQ/gO4x4pHfD3E/s72-c/IMG_1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-5744873873545645745</id><published>2010-04-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:15:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9DKOE8ALpI/AAAAAAAABE0/wQf_TR6VYTg/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463088691192802962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9DKOE8ALpI/AAAAAAAABE0/wQf_TR6VYTg/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458256513276024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7-fYTbHlNI/AAAAAAAABEs/B754Vrebp5g/s400/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thanks for having a birthday and happy birthday and thanks for having a bunch of jobs," Ruth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for being a good Dad, I love you for your birthday," Ammon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thanks for giving me the Oregon trail, Have a very happy birthday," Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thankyou for all your hard work, you always amaze me with what you can do, we all love and appreciate you," Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happy Birthday Dad, you are finally 34! I hope you have a fun birthday, I'd be happy to help," Hyrum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" :) " -Brigham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-5744873873545645745?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5744873873545645745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=5744873873545645745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5744873873545645745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/5744873873545645745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-david-thanks-for-having.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S9DKOE8ALpI/AAAAAAAABE0/wQf_TR6VYTg/s72-c/IMG_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8231537453609633052</id><published>2010-04-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T06:50:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first tick of the season (Hyrum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457762692120927794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S73eQIQ_XjI/AAAAAAAABEk/J9KiyW5UQ_k/s400/IMG_1429%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever get used to this, but am told it will become second nature to pick ticks of my children when they come in from playing outside. One Mom said last year she picked 50 ticks off her 2 kids... all from their yard. And this is not just reserved for those of us with some land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-8231537453609633052?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8231537453609633052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8231537453609633052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8231537453609633052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8231537453609633052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S73eQIQ_XjI/AAAAAAAABEk/J9KiyW5UQ_k/s72-c/IMG_1429%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-1845711095330304053</id><published>2010-04-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:38:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing and Baptism pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIxO5zSPI/AAAAAAAABEc/eaatxpssYBc/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105752884988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIxO5zSPI/AAAAAAAABEc/eaatxpssYBc/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIwThr2_I/AAAAAAAABEU/nKk-hIV1TjM/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105736946146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIwThr2_I/AAAAAAAABEU/nKk-hIV1TjM/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIvmEN50I/AAAAAAAABEM/8rJdoA7p2is/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105724742952770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIvmEN50I/AAAAAAAABEM/8rJdoA7p2is/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAY Hyrum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIu3awQXI/AAAAAAAABEE/H4vbEWQleNc/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105712221012338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIu3awQXI/AAAAAAAABEE/H4vbEWQleNc/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /&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/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIuTdMx1I/AAAAAAAABD8/ajNhQZc26Hc/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105702567593810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIuTdMx1I/AAAAAAAABD8/ajNhQZc26Hc/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-1845711095330304053?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1845711095330304053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=1845711095330304053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1845711095330304053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/1845711095330304053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessing-and-baptism-pictures.html' title='Blessing and Baptism pictures'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7uIxO5zSPI/AAAAAAAABEc/eaatxpssYBc/s72-c/IMG_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4906394929140136187</id><published>2010-04-02T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:16:02.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>83 and 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it got up to 83! This whole week has been just beautiful and warm, not yet humid and hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455662194486120082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn3EzfjpI/AAAAAAAABDE/XG25TFwM3cI/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday was a jump for me (mentally atleast) sure I turned 30 last year, no big deal... still so close to the 20's, but this year I'm REALLY in the fourth decade of my life, wow that seems old. Am I old? When did I get old? I still feel like a kid... hopefully just a bit more matured... most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David took the day off of work, we went on a road trip to a beautiful place to go hiking, then we went out to a Mexican restraunt for lunch (oh how I miss UT mexican food, they just make it so good out there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then David let me loose at a thrift store (YAY!) and I spent a whopping $37.00 and got several pairs of pants, shorts, skirts, and a nice jacket.  They all look new, are good brands, and cost a few dollars each... I love the thrift store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed home and went as a family to watch Hyrum and Ammon's soccer practice.  They are really improving and fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455662216281993042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn4WACL1I/AAAAAAAABDc/qL1EjGVgi9w/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came time for the birthday PIE! I'm not fond of sugary gunk like... cake and ice cream, etc. so we got a birthday pie - fruit is good.  (For YW on wednesday, my counselors both brought homemade bread for the treat to celebrate my b-day, very sweet - they know I don't like cake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455662222747202354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn4uFdczI/AAAAAAAABDk/HA_dUTG-0B0/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pie looked like a flaming fire, kinda scary, but we made it through to the wish without any casualties.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455662210338635682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn3_3Bv6I/AAAAAAAABDU/RkfuHNPyRe8/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this guy, Ammon, is terribly sweet, no other way to describe it.  When we went to the thrift store he wanted to buy me a present (he'd braught all his money just in case we went to a store) so he looked around while I tried things on.  He was telling everyone in the store that, "it's my Mom's birthday and I'm getting her a present!  But she's not supposed to see it..."  The whole store was excited for him and talking with him, that kid makes friends everywhere we go.  (when you homeschool, you have to worry about your kids being social??!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455662199506637186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn3XgekYI/AAAAAAAABDM/NEPXSIOqHdM/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me several things, very cute and pretty things (including a ribbon badge for me to wear).  He was just SO excited as he counted out his &lt;strong&gt;$7.18&lt;/strong&gt; (that's a lot of money for a kid!!)  And he was so happy to give me all these presents that HE had baught.  What a good heart he has.  So, I'm feeling very blessed with my family right now.  They are just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4906394929140136187?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4906394929140136187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4906394929140136187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4906394929140136187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4906394929140136187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/04/83-and-31.html' title='83 and 31'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S7Zn3EzfjpI/AAAAAAAABDE/XG25TFwM3cI/s72-c/IMG_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-2917935528998268352</id><published>2010-03-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:37:26.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5hJMAIJ_dI/AAAAAAAABC8/HWVpJRek5AU/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447184219846082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5hJMAIJ_dI/AAAAAAAABC8/HWVpJRek5AU/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" 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/6995431856238881204-2917935528998268352?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2917935528998268352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=2917935528998268352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2917935528998268352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/2917935528998268352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5hJMAIJ_dI/AAAAAAAABC8/HWVpJRek5AU/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-717380923188355779</id><published>2010-03-05T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:28:16.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protesting</title><content type='html'>So... say you ask your sweetie-pies to work on some of their school work while you dutifully go into the kitchen to make them some lunch. Sure, they wanted you to do history, but hey, it's time to get lunch going and you are positive they will understand because, well, they are just such wonderful, obedient, understanding kids,.... right?&lt;br /&gt;So... say you take a break (it's been what... 3-5 minutes?) from cooking lunch to get something from your room... you notice your children are no longer in at their desks as you walk by. You hear some soft voices coming from the direction of their bedrooms... "oh" you think to yourself, "they must just be getting something and then they will be right back" because, again, these are your sweet, darling, patient children.&lt;br /&gt;As you walk down the hall to your room, you notice as you round the corner, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445268494404262882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5F62GuXm-I/AAAAAAAABCc/idTUrGBR8gw/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A barricade with two heads popping up, one holding a flag that says, "I'm the king"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm..." you say, bewildered. "W-what's all this for?"&lt;br /&gt;Your sweeties reply, "We are protesting, until you do history"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445268479732304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5F61QETSXI/AAAAAAAABCU/Vwol5W11ZMM/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-717380923188355779?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/717380923188355779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=717380923188355779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/717380923188355779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/717380923188355779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/03/protesting.html' title='Protesting'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S5F62GuXm-I/AAAAAAAABCc/idTUrGBR8gw/s72-c/IMG_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8499200192229293242</id><published>2010-02-28T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:56:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In two weeks we will be doing Brigham's baby blessing and Hyrum's baptism (on his birthday#8)Yay Brigham and Hyrum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443400448459962562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4rX3hSoeMI/AAAAAAAABCM/qKOL-jx1MJ0/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-8499200192229293242?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8499200192229293242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8499200192229293242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8499200192229293242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8499200192229293242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4rX3hSoeMI/AAAAAAAABCM/qKOL-jx1MJ0/s72-c/IMG_1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3736686895172621935</id><published>2010-02-24T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:30:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Boys</title><content type='html'>So yeah, my boys are in college... I guess when you homeschool, they progress REALLY fast! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441891852369428594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4V7zq6SgHI/AAAAAAAABCE/SUK6VNbO2Cw/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are officially registered at the local college here and have started their first semester with .5 credit hours of PE. Awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone can register their children/teens for swimming here for college credit each semester. They offer classes during the daytime (school hours) for us homeschoolers which I really like; it doesn't take away from valuable family time when David is home in the evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when they do get a little older, they can start taking other classes there. This community college is rated one of the top five in the nation, so I'm excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-3736686895172621935?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3736686895172621935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3736686895172621935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3736686895172621935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3736686895172621935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/college-boys.html' title='College Boys'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4V7zq6SgHI/AAAAAAAABCE/SUK6VNbO2Cw/s72-c/IMG_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-4432289979455129138</id><published>2010-02-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:29:46.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>We FINALLY had a warm day! I have been wanting to get some yard work done for SO long; it was just too hot for me last summer being pregnant and by the time it cooled down I was too huge and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I've also been wanting to walk outside with Brigham to show him how wonderful it is to be outside. Normally we get a few days of 60 or 70 degrees each month of the winter, but haven't had one since November, AH! It's been a long waite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that growing up in the Rocky Mountains and spending 3 years in Iowa with their -20 degree windchill loooong, cold winters would harden me some against coldness, but it is amazing how quick you get used to a warmer climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, Saturday got up to 70 degrees, yay! Finally we could go outside! David started a fire (we still have a huge trunk of a tree in our firepit to get burned) we all cleaned up some leaves and fallen branches, along with random other things for garbage. Then everyone spent the rest of the day playing outside on bikes, swings, or just sitting at the picnic table talking or coloring. I love being outside!! I was so happy to be able to bring Brigham out, his first time to be out there with us!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441057492722413730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4KE9jAycKI/AAAAAAAABB8/MpxJ7wYLNsk/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-4432289979455129138?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/4432289979455129138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=4432289979455129138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4432289979455129138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/4432289979455129138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S4KE9jAycKI/AAAAAAAABB8/MpxJ7wYLNsk/s72-c/IMG_1232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-8165539655106511518</id><published>2010-02-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:01:26.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Mascat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cat likes to be with us when we do school. I mentioned to Hyrum that we had a school mascot, he says, "what is a mascot? Do you mean a masCAT?"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pm-JPmQI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG4f6qIOCmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440013668333885698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pm-JPmQI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG4f6qIOCmQ/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a school mascat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pmp33bGI/AAAAAAAABBU/ZHmR3PcWTLw/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440013662892289122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pmp33bGI/AAAAAAAABBU/ZHmR3PcWTLw/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at school today, Caleb wanted to help Ruth with her ABC's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37PmRiN4PI/AAAAAAAABBM/HYjtnolaE9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440013656359035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37PmRiN4PI/AAAAAAAABBM/HYjtnolaE9Y/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was learning "D" today so Caleb drew some "D" words for her to color...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures like demon, dead, drone(a boy bee), and my favorite picture entitled, "don't know". All words I wouldn't have thought of (I had drawn duck, Dad, and dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pl7kY8hI/AAAAAAAABBE/WZZ7KgOz4X0/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016204128666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37R6kt1QiI/AAAAAAAABB0/VetbBRfJd-c/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&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/6995431856238881204-8165539655106511518?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8165539655106511518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=8165539655106511518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8165539655106511518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/8165539655106511518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/school-mascat.html' title='School Mascat'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S37Pm-JPmQI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG4f6qIOCmQ/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-6494601159087970300</id><published>2010-02-17T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:30:22.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Ruthie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruth woke up today with her hair sticking up in front, reminded me of another time her hair used to do that...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wjNbGi0kI/AAAAAAAABAk/DI5MTJXEU5E/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439261163477193282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wjNbGi0kI/AAAAAAAABAk/DI5MTJXEU5E/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she had a natural mohawk the first year of her life, it would just stick straight up. Everywhere we went teenagers would come up to us saying, "that's so cool!", "Awesome hair!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was born with long hair, and being that the sides and back of all baby's hair usually rubs off the first month or two, it looked like a true mohawk... naturally sticking straight up even if we combed it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wjM3zcHTI/AAAAAAAABAc/0x1-7Im48yA/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439261154001820978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wjM3zcHTI/AAAAAAAABAc/0x1-7Im48yA/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264914326762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wmnwGxNCI/AAAAAAAABAs/tKB7aLpa2GQ/s320/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264919603723154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wmoDw5O5I/AAAAAAAABA0/POdlPVemMR8/s320/DSC02916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Still a cutie!&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/6995431856238881204-6494601159087970300?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6494601159087970300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=6494601159087970300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6494601159087970300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/6494601159087970300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/cutie-ruthie.html' title='Cutie Ruthie'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3wjNbGi0kI/AAAAAAAABAk/DI5MTJXEU5E/s72-c/IMG_1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-366649625712332613</id><published>2010-02-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:04:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs Attack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pigs attacked our house (this isn't the worst of it), atleast that must be the only explanation for the home I woke up in Monday morning...  no humans could make such a mess, right?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9_yAy-I/AAAAAAAABAU/8e6P39MOPxA/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437398325747829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9_yAy-I/AAAAAAAABAU/8e6P39MOPxA/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday is my day off, my day of rest... looks like the pigs sneakily attacked when they knew I wouldn't be armed with my cleaning supplies in hand... But alas, I got the upperhand by the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9QMlKyI/AAAAAAAABAM/bIpqgk7557c/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437398312974363426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9QMlKyI/AAAAAAAABAM/bIpqgk7557c/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are taking steps to guard against these seasoned warrior pigs.  One of these is a chart game the pigs get to play to get out of the muddy pen into the freedom of the open, fresh air.  They get to move a total of 4 spaces a day (21 days makes a habit) by doing chores and &lt;strong&gt;picking up after themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9NaQjYI/AAAAAAAABAE/JMmXIDFR1nU/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437398312226426242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9NaQjYI/AAAAAAAABAE/JMmXIDFR1nU/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've since added more prizes like money, grab bag items (toys that were left on the floor they get to redeem), hugs, reading a book with Mom or Dad, etc. to help these muddy pigs transform into cute little piggies.  (Notice David and I are part of the game, we can always improve too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE8tdJ7OI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0Cs4wS04j2s/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437398303648640226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE8tdJ7OI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0Cs4wS04j2s/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-366649625712332613?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/366649625712332613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=366649625712332613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/366649625712332613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/366649625712332613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigs-attack.html' title='Pigs Attack!!!'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3WE9_yAy-I/AAAAAAAABAU/8e6P39MOPxA/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-448786314874739788</id><published>2010-02-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:59:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3N_hiC1IXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9WS1RAVuSVk/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436829389217407346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3N_hiC1IXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9WS1RAVuSVk/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brigham looks SO much like David... very, very cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995431856238881204-448786314874739788?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/448786314874739788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=448786314874739788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/448786314874739788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/448786314874739788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S3N_hiC1IXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9WS1RAVuSVk/s72-c/IMG_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995431856238881204.post-3600392717088345088</id><published>2010-01-29T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:12:59.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencil Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S2MI22zvduI/AAAAAAAAA_s/4ljCEI7Ls-o/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432195314057443042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S2MI22zvduI/AAAAAAAAA_s/4ljCEI7Ls-o/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ammon and Ruth were playing in the other room, when I came to check on them I asked, "so what are you doing?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reply, "the pencils are getting married"&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/6995431856238881204-3600392717088345088?l=lissadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/feeds/3600392717088345088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995431856238881204&amp;postID=3600392717088345088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3600392717088345088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995431856238881204/posts/default/3600392717088345088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissadave.blogspot.com/2010/01/pencil-weddings.html' title='Pencil Weddings'/><author><name>David, Melissa, and kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985876582126205198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/TEYZ3OCkmOI/AAAAAAAABV4/nxUWjHoXes4/S220/IMG_1860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7aQzKZ2En8/S2MI22zvduI/AAAAAAAAA_s/4ljCEI7Ls-o/s72-c/IMG_1085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
