<?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-8506658648527151089</id><updated>2012-01-07T17:01:37.525-07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Service'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='recruiting'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='fatherhood'/><category term='MS'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='blog headers'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='Alayna'/><category term='running'/><category term='byu game'/><category term='Ashtyn'/><category term='jacob'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Teaching kids'/><category term='video'/><category term='Jay'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='football'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='House Tour'/><category term='Allie Evelyn'/><category term='childrens eating disorders'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>ON TOP OF THE HILLS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5809967429757912030</id><published>2011-12-27T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:35:35.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Bowl 2011</title><content type='html'>Tonight's dinner at the ranch was so fun. We weren't expecting much. In fact Jay wasn't too excited about it at all. But we were greeted by the "six guns and the shady ladies". Alayna was not sure about getting a picture with the boys. Her face tells all. We went for a hay ride and saw some really old dwellings and where they filmed a movie. Dinner was as good as they said it would be with giant fantastic steaks. They ended the night with dancing and surprisingly everyone got into it. Jacob even got the line dance down thanks to Ashley. And the finale, fireworks. A great benefit to having our anniversary during the bowl is we get a GREAT steak dinner, dancing AND fireworks for free. 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I'm too cheap to pay for the wifi in the hotel and I can't publish without it. BUT the bus has free wifi and we are on it long enough and often enough that I get the backed up ones published. In fact we are on the bus right now on our way to a ranch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to the Lucchese boots store to shop. Pronounced lew kay zee they said they are from France  but the inside says made in Brasil? I don't usually get too excited to shop but I decided boots would be a fun souvenir to remember this bowl. AND Jay said to buy a pair for our anniversary since he didn't get anything.  14 years... If I remember I will add a picture of them when we get back to the hotel. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ih4ruf2RhJI/TvpXnRDtEkI/AAAAAAAAFG4/tGW4_nz8tUg/s640/blogger-image--1438216408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ih4ruf2RhJI/TvpXnRDtEkI/AAAAAAAAFG4/tGW4_nz8tUg/s640/blogger-image--1438216408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-2422794547244605507?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2422794547244605507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2422794547244605507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2422794547244605507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2422794547244605507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/12/sun-bowl-2011_8652.html' title='Sun Bowl 2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ih4ruf2RhJI/TvpXnRDtEkI/AAAAAAAAFG4/tGW4_nz8tUg/s72-c/blogger-image--1438216408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8510065288433117537</id><published>2011-12-27T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:23:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun bowl 2011</title><content type='html'>We landed! No major meltdowns or issues on the plane. Phew.  &lt;br /&gt;The team is always greeted by the bowl when we land (when we went to the Liberty Bowl the bowl committee were all dressed like Elvis) This time we were greeted with a mariachi band and dancers. Alayna asked "are you sure we landed in Texas cuz it sounds like we're in Mexico?"&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the buses and headed around the block to the hotel.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B4wgo0lAqJI/TvjoapDrM8I/AAAAAAAAFGI/FtpkAjOKxJc/s640/blogger-image-1257373094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B4wgo0lAqJI/TvjoapDrM8I/AAAAAAAAFGI/FtpkAjOKxJc/s640/blogger-image-1257373094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wjMg3wmW6b4/TvjoPQQeanI/AAAAAAAAFGA/IeOgAyV8KMQ/s640/blogger-image--1630800948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wjMg3wmW6b4/TvjoPQQeanI/AAAAAAAAFGA/IeOgAyV8KMQ/s640/blogger-image--1630800948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8510065288433117537?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8510065288433117537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8510065288433117537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8510065288433117537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8510065288433117537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/12/sun-bowl-2011_27.html' title='Sun bowl 2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B4wgo0lAqJI/TvjoapDrM8I/AAAAAAAAFGI/FtpkAjOKxJc/s72-c/blogger-image-1257373094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3643415894494718400</id><published>2011-12-27T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:21:15.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Bowl 2011</title><content type='html'>All 5 busses being escorted by police to and from new Mexico for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Dinner was an authentic Texas BBQ in NM {hee hee} &lt;br /&gt;The best part was the talent competition. GT had some decent dancers (see pic of the large dancer, hilarious) but our dancer, singer, rapper, and finale for sure beat GT by a long shot. Ashtyn kept saying "I love our team!". 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This year I'm going to try to post as we go. We shall see how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up early this morning and met the team at the facility. Boarded the buses (Jacobs favorite) and headed to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;In years past we charter out of Millionaire but this year we fly out of SL Intl airport &lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to hear the kids ooh and ah over the buses and plane. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pHcYIz2chgk/TviPqrr2tYI/AAAAAAAAFFY/EFyt0E9jT7I/s640/blogger-image--435228902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pHcYIz2chgk/TviPqrr2tYI/AAAAAAAAFFY/EFyt0E9jT7I/s640/blogger-image--435228902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3tOyMXzM3ZU/TvjajlE9g7I/AAAAAAAAFFo/tforaTo5szY/s640/blogger-image-1963220574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3tOyMXzM3ZU/TvjajlE9g7I/AAAAAAAAFFo/tforaTo5szY/s640/blogger-image-1963220574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--Yq1EkUyUr4/TviPrBVj95I/AAAAAAAAFFg/1jGLvBnJeZ0/s640/blogger-image--869026801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--Yq1EkUyUr4/TviPrBVj95I/AAAAAAAAFFg/1jGLvBnJeZ0/s640/blogger-image--869026801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gy3UwNxRcQo/TvjakjX5ZpI/AAAAAAAAFFw/hH-4TTW13Wk/s640/blogger-image--1342882687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gy3UwNxRcQo/TvjakjX5ZpI/AAAAAAAAFFw/hH-4TTW13Wk/s640/blogger-image--1342882687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IVIibu8EW2M/Tvjao6LsWkI/AAAAAAAAFF4/SkpTxCFEoos/s640/blogger-image-662265996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IVIibu8EW2M/Tvjao6LsWkI/AAAAAAAAFF4/SkpTxCFEoos/s640/blogger-image-662265996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-1907699199429685033?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1907699199429685033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1907699199429685033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1907699199429685033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1907699199429685033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/12/bowl-chronicles.html' title='Bowl Chronicles'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pHcYIz2chgk/TviPqrr2tYI/AAAAAAAAFFY/EFyt0E9jT7I/s72-c/blogger-image--435228902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3263958249717357848</id><published>2011-11-22T20:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:34:00.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alayna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashtyn'/><title type='text'>Fall Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We changed piano teachers this past summer.  Janet was in our student ward years ago and I learned that she taught lessons when we started preschool at her neighbors house and saw a sign.  The girls were so nervous to change but loved her from the first lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alayna was nervous to perform, this being her first recital. She was in tears as she practiced before we left.  She did great.  She told me after that she made a mistake, I let her know I couldn't even tell, you probably won't either. (I was holding Allie and finally decided to pass her off to Ashtyn, but the beginning is bouncy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ou4kYqD5Dfg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that Ashtyn will sit down outside of practice time and play.  Thanks to a mom who played us all to sleep every night, I love having a house filled with piano music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ACpO1_o8JA8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next to my own children, THE BEST part of the recital were the gang of boys doing the wave after their buddies or buddy's sister performed. Who says recitals are boring?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gn-2YaWfWNE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-3263958249717357848?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3263958249717357848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3263958249717357848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3263958249717357848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3263958249717357848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-piano-recital.html' title='Fall Piano Recital'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ou4kYqD5Dfg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2072478648444786563</id><published>2011-11-21T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:43:00.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacob'/><title type='text'>Jacob's Room</title><content type='html'>Mom came to stay with us last week and Jacob wanted to show her his room.  But unfortunately my house has too many stairs so we made a video and Jacob gave her a tour.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things growing up was decorating and redecorating our rooms.  Mom was so creative and I loved how she would let us be a part of the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;How I wish I had pictures of each time we decorated our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The best is when Mom gave me creative control in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I painted the glass globe light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is probably why I love making my house a home and enjoy design so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; home shows/tours/open houses.  Free snoop time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alayna was given this gene as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;as she asks for a tour at just about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;every house we visit, friend or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why not open my house up for a tour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will start with Jacob's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sports theme of course....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s400/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677290816749283186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found his bed on ksl classifieds/craigslist.  It started out &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinco-de-mayo.html"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt; (pic @ end of the post) I painted it a barn red and added football pulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His light was a clearance item I found at Emily's Lowes for $35. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night light is a planet shape from Ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't love valences, but in Jacob's room, he would be swinging from drapes so the valence is from his nursery bedding set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrUuK3HAmUU/TsnJ7LE9HsI/AAAAAAAAFDk/aBY4YJhkRcg/s400/DSC02796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677290823700258498" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hanging airplanes are from the free build n grow clinic at Lowes.  We painted them to match his nursery bedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last winter, I was so sick and pregnant but felt so bad for Jacob being cooped up all day I decided to put a swing in his room.  I originally planned to hang it from the ceiling but didn't have enough room, so on the bed it went.  It is perfect for a leisure swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Which I read that &lt;a href="http://www.articlesbase.com/home-and-family-articles/outdoor-swings-as-more-than-just-a-plaything-for-children-869864.html"&gt;swinging aids in brain development&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8vv-hiDSyw/TsnJ7yV9foI/AAAAAAAAFEA/lEYtjY39P1M/s400/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677290834240568962" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His bedding is the softest, warmest corduroy set from Walmart.  And it has washed so well so many times......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The item that took the longest to find/figure out was what to put over the bed.  I thought of so many options.  But it is where he sleeps and put his legs up on that wall so I had to keep that in mind.  I finally came to the conclusion that I wanted to do a football field.  It took a year and a million searches, failed attempts until I found this rug.  When I found it, the heavens opened and angels sang, at least I felt like they did, I was so excited.  The perfect size and Univ of Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iKU6QTRC2U/TsnJ7b4GCKI/AAAAAAAAFD0/8y04ovh9SZs/s400/DSC02797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677290828209719458" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chair is from a set that we moved to the basement and the most comfortable one in the entire house.  I put it in there to encourage even more story/snuggle time for Jacob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bookshelf I made when Ashtyn was 2 or 3 as a knock off from Pottery Barn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The letters are paper mache from JoAnns.  I saved my 40% off coupon and bought one each month til I had his whole name.  Each one mimics a sports ball with paint, fabric (they have basketball feel fabric) or stitching. Probably my favorite part of his room.  I love how he spells his name every time he looks at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s1600/DSC02794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnsytsZVPOM/TsnJ8V3YLhI/AAAAAAAAFEM/Q1i_oOzU7cM/s400/DSC02798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677290843775970834" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit that his room is not always this clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT it usually can be in 10 minutes or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I want my kids to keep their rooms clean it has to be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids like to stuff and shove so why not let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I keep it pretty simple but I also spend time cleaning their rooms with them every few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toys have 3 options, the train box, car box or toy box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep a few things separate so they are easy to find, usually the smaller, most played with items.  So for Jacob he has a box for trains and the 2 yellow boxes on his bookshelf for cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This way he doesn't dump out the entire toy box looking for Thomas or the green matchbox car. He had the sort figured out right away and knows where to put his cars or trains so they don't get lost.  He is not perfect but when I help him clean his room and we sort through all the boxes he is able to get everything in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This also gives him a opportunity to sort an important skill for kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it also helps when at a store and he says he wants another toy and I tell him that his boxes are full and there is no more room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of his toys get dumped in the toy box which makes cleanup so quick and easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the other things I find important in a kids room is easy taking care of clothes.  Jacob has been putting away his clothes since he was 2.  I sort them into pants, shirts, jammies and roos then he puts them away in the drawers.  I put hooks in my kids closets for easy hanging.  4 year olds don't do hangers but can put jackets, hats and bags on hooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-2072478648444786563?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2072478648444786563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2072478648444786563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2072478648444786563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2072478648444786563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/11/jacobs-room.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Room'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLBYePHKKQA/TsnJ6xLtp3I/AAAAAAAAFDc/Ni45li4v7eM/s72-c/DSC02794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4911185531811141177</id><published>2011-11-02T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:00:12.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I made the mistake of telling the girls to look on the internet for costume ideas. They came to me with requests for a snow globe and "Max"ine head room (a modernized version of the catch the wave coke guy from the 80's) &lt;br /&gt;Next year I will be smarter. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wU7Yyqy8jow/TrGvTnb9cuI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/GrXhQJoUdII/s640/blogger-image-538479623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wU7Yyqy8jow/TrGvTnb9cuI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/GrXhQJoUdII/s640/blogger-image-538479623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CrcR2-kJmeg/TrGvTyVU4pI/AAAAAAAAFAU/cm1QM30N8I4/s640/blogger-image--495136638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CrcR2-kJmeg/TrGvTyVU4pI/AAAAAAAAFAU/cm1QM30N8I4/s640/blogger-image--495136638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rYW9zfZ4D10/TrGvUX0IdkI/AAAAAAAAFAc/SpSrkgtcQlY/s640/blogger-image--1186552927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rYW9zfZ4D10/TrGvUX0IdkI/AAAAAAAAFAc/SpSrkgtcQlY/s640/blogger-image--1186552927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FjdRyRPmKic/TrGvUwFqplI/AAAAAAAAFAk/C6E2AA0Sm0A/s640/blogger-image--1434090384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FjdRyRPmKic/TrGvUwFqplI/AAAAAAAAFAk/C6E2AA0Sm0A/s640/blogger-image--1434090384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_gOnF2oF6uQ/TrGvVhBajVI/AAAAAAAAFAs/FZ5vz7RKUYg/s640/blogger-image-2065149271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_gOnF2oF6uQ/TrGvVhBajVI/AAAAAAAAFAs/FZ5vz7RKUYg/s640/blogger-image-2065149271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kZWRb03M2ms/TrGvWK38FWI/AAAAAAAAFA4/HZ0oHUR8uEw/s640/blogger-image--1212451021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kZWRb03M2ms/TrGvWK38FWI/AAAAAAAAFA4/HZ0oHUR8uEw/s640/blogger-image--1212451021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4911185531811141177?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4911185531811141177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4911185531811141177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4911185531811141177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4911185531811141177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wU7Yyqy8jow/TrGvTnb9cuI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/GrXhQJoUdII/s72-c/blogger-image-538479623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1039935519603126619</id><published>2011-10-22T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T05:51:37.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is possible...</title><content type='html'>It was a long drive to Black Island Farm. Here's a snippet of the conversation along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashtyn: I've been thinking, remember how Alex Smith didn't go undefeated his first year but by his senior year he was the QB that took us 12-0 and to the fiesta bowl. And then there was Brian Johnson who was the same. You know not so well known and then he was the QB who led us 12-0 and to the Sugar Bowl. Well what if Jordan Wynn is like the others and is just warming up, getting ready to take us 12-0 next year and we go to another BCS bowl?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: that would be pretty great huh? I guess anything is possible.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alayna: HUH?!? ANYTHING is possible? So When we get to the pumpkin patch I could sprout wings and flap my way high into the sky? Then I could look down and see you guys looking like little ants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had so much fun. 3 + hours of slides, swings, animals, a corn maze, train ride, tire graveyard, hayride to the pumpkin patch, pig races and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Alayna did not sprout wings. But I do hope Ashtyn is right and Jordan Wynn will help the Utes to another BCS game next year. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-em9X-0ezWGs/TqKt7MsAO7I/AAAAAAAAE_w/x6wHoyfY1zI/s640/blogger-image-1637060674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-em9X-0ezWGs/TqKt7MsAO7I/AAAAAAAAE_w/x6wHoyfY1zI/s640/blogger-image-1637060674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8A7TTvHZ5B8/TqKt7Sn0T7I/AAAAAAAAE_0/Cmpkus4HUUE/s640/blogger-image-1722928986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8A7TTvHZ5B8/TqKt7Sn0T7I/AAAAAAAAE_0/Cmpkus4HUUE/s640/blogger-image-1722928986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KHzKjamMPD4/TqKt7Qtg1zI/AAAAAAAAE_8/0ndHpWwVeDU/s640/blogger-image--2052988208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KHzKjamMPD4/TqKt7Qtg1zI/AAAAAAAAE_8/0ndHpWwVeDU/s640/blogger-image--2052988208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--qzgn4LZwOQ/TqKt7oKtiKI/AAAAAAAAFAE/_3apHTVwpNk/s640/blogger-image--1341136906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--qzgn4LZwOQ/TqKt7oKtiKI/AAAAAAAAFAE/_3apHTVwpNk/s640/blogger-image--1341136906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-1039935519603126619?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1039935519603126619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1039935519603126619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1039935519603126619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1039935519603126619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/anything-possible.html' title='Anything is possible...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-em9X-0ezWGs/TqKt7MsAO7I/AAAAAAAAE_w/x6wHoyfY1zI/s72-c/blogger-image-1637060674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5667124785946366489</id><published>2011-10-19T05:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:48:00.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alayna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay'/><title type='text'>Fairies</title><content type='html'>Alayna has a very special relationship with the tooth fairy.&lt;div&gt;She leaves the T.F. notes, playgrounds, houses and of course, teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tells me that the T.F. uses those teeth. They are ground down to make their bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Junie-B-First-Grader-Toothless/dp/0375822232/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1318992816&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Junie B. First Grader; toothless wonder&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And according to Junie when you lose a tooth it goes to a baby who grows a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The best part about this very special relationship is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it is so real to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We pulled off the freeway and there was a man with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a cardboard sign asking for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She asked, "why he doesn't just get a hammer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;knock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;out all his teeth and have the Tooth Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;bring him$32? Then he could buy some food."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BUT...She is not the only one in this family who believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt; Fairies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe it's genetic, but Jay believes in Fairies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the Sock Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aW6WrGQ-WEo/Tp4_fOHRW5I/AAAAAAAAE_o/R7QoZ2rHW_k/s400/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665035186875751314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lovely little fairy, that picks up his socks since he can't walk barefoot on the carpet before bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So every night he gets in bed, pulls his socks off and tosses them to the side and &lt;i&gt;magically&lt;/i&gt; by the time he gets in bed the next night they are gone and he pulls his socks off again and tosses them to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also believes in the T.P. Fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQDVAhmcbFE/Tp4_fPVPGSI/AAAAAAAAE_c/uHWIiKH07ak/s400/DSC02753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665035187202758946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This fairy is a little more popular, You know the one that takes the used cardboard roll of toilet paper off the holder and replaces it with the one sitting on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I keep hoping the weeding fairy and the cleaning fairy visit me.....soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-5667124785946366489?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5667124785946366489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5667124785946366489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5667124785946366489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5667124785946366489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/fairies.html' title='Fairies'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aW6WrGQ-WEo/Tp4_fOHRW5I/AAAAAAAAE_o/R7QoZ2rHW_k/s72-c/DSC02766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-264015408199264010</id><published>2011-10-17T22:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:19:51.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alayna'/><title type='text'>How long does it take to get to Finland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna: Mom! can you believe it takes five and a half days to get to Finland?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: Oh really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna: That is a really long time, I don't know if I want to go there now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: How do you know it takes five and a half days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna: Because on the map, it takes one thumb to get to Idaho and that is 4 hours, so I measured how many thumbs to Finland AhhhhND, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was five and a half days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egPDBt7E05M/Tpz8mV4VWkI/AAAAAAAAE_E/JiOQRe5XEHo/s1600/DSC01514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hATiy0myRac/Tpz8jxaem4I/AAAAAAAAE-k/C99cLpRKer8/s400/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664680122815257474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzD76Z66shg/Tpz8jvGRCnI/AAAAAAAAE-U/fblrQPZNR3E/s1600/DSC01507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzD76Z66shg/Tpz8jvGRCnI/AAAAAAAAE-U/fblrQPZNR3E/s1600/DSC01507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzD76Z66shg/Tpz8jvGRCnI/AAAAAAAAE-U/fblrQPZNR3E/s400/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664680122193611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my Alayna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-264015408199264010?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/264015408199264010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=264015408199264010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/264015408199264010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/264015408199264010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-long-does-it-take-to-get-to-finland.html' title='How long does it take to get to Finland?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egPDBt7E05M/Tpz8mV4VWkI/AAAAAAAAE_E/JiOQRe5XEHo/s72-c/DSC01514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8336932529634580896</id><published>2011-10-14T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:50:00.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Tuesday Night</title><content type='html'>8:00pm  &lt;div&gt;Tell the monkeys to get their jammies on and come down for prayers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:15pm  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob says the family prayer which includes 2-3 ridiculously deep breaths to start, then "Henly Fodder" followed by a gulping swallow or two.  "Fank you for this day, Bless us to be heathful" a few friend requests (not the facebook kind, playdates for the next day) "Please bless daddy to come home safe" all of this while his eyes roll aimlessly wandering the room and finishing with "Name Gees Christ Amen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All monkeys in bed with a promise that Dad will check on them and tuck them in when he gets home, like he does every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:40pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob is out of bed to pee and brush his teeth....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:50pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob starts singing every song he knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per Jacob's request, I check on him and assure him Daddy will tuck him in when he gets home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another request to come in his room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, Mom, Maaawwwwm......Will you call the football players and tell them not to play the game tomorrow so daddy can stay home and play with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:16pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assure him again, dad will tuck him in and we will go see daddy tomorrow at his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:20pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay calls to tell me he is almost home and to keep kids awake so he can say goodnight to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:23pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check on Jacob and tell him daddy will be home in 5 minutes to tuck him in.  Jacob barely replies as he is drifting off to dream land, "Well.....he.....was taking too long.......So... I......just put.....my... blanket on.....myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay tucks in a lights out Jacob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Like I told Jay, it is a good thing Jacob wants to play with dad.  By mid season with the girls they wanted nothing to do with the stranger they called dad.  Up until they hit about 1st grade they both had a hard time with the transition from Dad home all summer to his disappearance come fall camp and the season.  It is to Jay's credit for being such a good husband and father that he is missed so much. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8336932529634580896?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8336932529634580896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8336932529634580896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8336932529634580896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8336932529634580896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-tuesday-night.html' title='Last Tuesday Night'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7709747889504320570</id><published>2011-10-13T22:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:25:22.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In The Family....</title><content type='html'>My dad is one of 7 kids&lt;div&gt;There are 30+ grand kids, many of them married almost doubling that number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunions are so 20th century, so I mostly get to know my extended family through the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite internet family members is &lt;a href="http://kernsrus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille, a cousin in law&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She makes me laugh out loud in just about every blog or facebook post. Way funnier than my actual cousin, which makes me wonder how he got such a catch??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She makes me laugh, but I'm pretty sure I make her snicker every time she posts about North and South &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; I tell her how much Jay and I love that series with Patrick Swayze &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; she tells me &lt;i&gt;AGAIN&lt;/i&gt;, She likes the Patrick Swayze one, but that is not the North and South &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was referring to... Maybe she doesn't snicker, but just roll her eyes??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.... few months ago, she posted on facebook that she would take any little boy clothes from anyone who had some extras laying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well fancy that, I had just been to kid to kid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; that place has a limit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;of $20 on clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  No matter how many items&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; they buy they always say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Looks like we can buy these items for $17.25 unless you would like store credit {{Big Grin}} we can give you and additional 20 %  making it $20.70. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Which I won't complain about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; since I can get a new pair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;of tap or ballet shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;with that $20.70 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I don't even have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;touch the debit card....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to Camille and her request, thanks to kid to kid I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; had a couple totes of boy clothes just her sons size! And so happy to see the go to someone who would appreciate them......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know cuz I have yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; to buy many clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for Allie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thanks to Emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and baby Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can only imagine how thrilled I was to see these clothes put to good use....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In particular &lt;a href="http://kernsrus.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-little-tidbit.html"&gt;this outfit&lt;/a&gt; she recently blogged about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camille, little do you know I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;i&gt;sweatersuit&lt;/i&gt;, one piece outfits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when Emily brought her box of hand me down clothes, those were the first ones I picked and pretty much the only ones I put on Allie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why they even sell two piece set for children under 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was devastated when Ashtyn decided to be potty trained by 2.  You see a 2 year old can't undo and redo the snaps to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I saw cute little Jballz posing just like Po (the red teletubby) I had to pull out the photo book...ok, I lie, the shoe box of unorganized photos of Ashtyn and search for her wearing the same outfit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(oh yeah, did I mention, some of those clothes may or may not be 8+ years old?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I found this one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just don't judge me for the fact that I can't focus a picture, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was probably on purpose so you wouldn't be able to see what a messy house I was keeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LgO_9eKByM/Tpe5ylEFr2I/AAAAAAAAE98/s4m1PFwsflg/s400/img059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663199335035547490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I found this one, and nevermind the messy house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how bout a bath and a comb for my kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBI3MPxnamc/Tpe50FvYNaI/AAAAAAAAE-I/3W3YyD9r0rQ/s400/img060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663199360986920354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?? I had one kid and 600 square feet of space??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least now I have a real excuse, 4 kids gets you a free pass on a clean house and baths anyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7709747889504320570?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7709747889504320570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7709747889504320570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7709747889504320570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7709747889504320570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-all-in-family.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Family....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LgO_9eKByM/Tpe5ylEFr2I/AAAAAAAAE98/s4m1PFwsflg/s72-c/img059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1017390037986875812</id><published>2011-10-05T08:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:13:49.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Thing You Will Ever Do......</title><content type='html'>Jay and I don't get much time to talk this time of year.&lt;div&gt;But He really is my best friend and I look forward to seeing him and talking with him every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it usually last all of 5 minutes before we can't hold our eyelids or mouths open any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I unload in a verbal dump of my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time I just ask him to tell me something funny that happened that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always has something that was funny or unbelievable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night I asked if he had read the email from CJ, his nephew on a mission.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him how he sounds like he is doing well, he has a companion from the States,  He wrote how much He is loving his sector (area), his ward and how there are a bunch of really cute girls in this ward...Not that he is looking...just saying....but they are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a good laugh but I love Jay's perspective.  He said how on your mission you have to have fun and not take &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/i&gt;so serious. Otherwise you become someone who say a mission was the &lt;i&gt; HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay loved his mission.  He describes it as some of the best, most fun years of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked him &lt;i&gt;what is the hardest thing you have ever done?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought for a minute.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOSING! Losing football games...&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;&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/8506658648527151089-1017390037986875812?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1017390037986875812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1017390037986875812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1017390037986875812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1017390037986875812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/10/hardest-thing-you-will-ever-do.html' title='The Hardest Thing You Will Ever Do......'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-645686171220662860</id><published>2011-09-28T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:41:11.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byu game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacob'/><title type='text'>"Beat Bee Eye Yew"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzuOEPeWy4w/ToOdvV8FHfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/TS4fWW4d0NA/s1600/P9170180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzuOEPeWy4w/ToOdvV8FHfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/TS4fWW4d0NA/s400/P9170180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657538993576025586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jacob tried so hard to understand the rivalry this year. &lt;div&gt;I love when my kids start understanding football and the excitement around their Dad's job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is especially fun to watch them wrap their little melons around the 'rivalry'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Like when Ashtyn and Alayna got out of the car in Provo a few years back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;took in a deep breath and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;looked at each other saying in unison, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;BYU really does stink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(they aren't allowed to say byu sucks, only byu stinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We also have been working on being Utah Fans, not byu haters ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Jacob kept asking questions about colors of the teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was very curious where byu was located.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In years past we have stayed with the team at the hotel in Provo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This year we had soccer games all day saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We left early so we would miss traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We arrived at the hotel in time to make posters and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;watch the players board the buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0FDcgWTb_4/ToOdud84BFI/AAAAAAAAE9U/aA_jmRYUtd8/s400/P9170189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657538978546975826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn thought of many ideas for her poster using play on words and ended up with this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She thought it was pretty cool to get a picture with Brian Blechen and Jordan Wynn and the poster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyTXKiHSprw/ToOdvJUzoNI/AAAAAAAAE9k/WnNuMDqmBnA/s400/P9170181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657538990190076114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna was a little perplexed by the play on words....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted to draw a tractor/bus/truck for Jacob and ended up with this poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we walked into the stadium they had to approve all our posters and if not fully explained it could have read "Run over those 'bleep' byu cougars"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the beep is Coach Jay Hill honking the horn ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jacob's poster said Beat BYU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Let me preface, Jacob is four &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and other than a minor lisp he speaks very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT the poor guy tried and tried but could not get his lips wrapped around these words. Instead kept saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Beat Bee Eye Yew" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then a crooked look knowing something wasn't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Beat Bee Eye Yew"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually after saying it wrong to about 50 players getting on the bus he started saying "Good Luck".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the game he was in unbelief as he kept asking if we had "beat bee eye yew"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we have listened to Sport Talk in the car he hears byu or provo and reminds me that we went to provo where byu is and and we beat them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all liked this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLv2fhXIshE/ToOdvlSkV6I/AAAAAAAAE90/5uGP1j5zuxg/s1600/P9170179.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLv2fhXIshE/ToOdvlSkV6I/AAAAAAAAE90/5uGP1j5zuxg/s400/P9170179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657538997696878498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just for the record, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night before the game I told Jay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please, please make this one a blow out.  I really want it to be 54-21"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YAHc0jT94I/ToOduomTgsI/AAAAAAAAE9c/pPLCtBVgoZs/s400/P9170187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657538981405098690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-645686171220662860?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/645686171220662860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=645686171220662860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/645686171220662860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/645686171220662860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/beat-bee-eye-yew.html' title='&quot;Beat Bee Eye Yew&quot;'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzuOEPeWy4w/ToOdvV8FHfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/TS4fWW4d0NA/s72-c/P9170180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8939858133717462275</id><published>2011-09-26T21:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:18:05.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last year Josie and her daughter Emily participated in the Boise Women's Celebration 5K. They had so much fun that they invited us all to go this year. I have been looking forward to this race for months now. Mostly because it was a weekend with family where we all grew up and haven't been for years!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left late Thursday night and combined cars (thanks to Chad for renting us one that would fit Mine and Emily's crew). We got to Josie's about 10:30 but of course stayed up laughing til much later than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got in Josie's car, I saw the list her daughter had made of everything she wanted to check off throughout the weekend.  I kind of wish I would have stuck it in my purse to post.It was pretty sweet boxes for the check marks and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we all had lists...We crammed in every minute with fun, friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are most of the things on our check list.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emily:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit Erica and her new twins.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Josie and I:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pick up her kids and drop the boys off at Blake's work.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a HUGE sigh of relief, having just the girls with no wandering ball of endless energy bouncing around like a Tasmanian devil.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacob:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have the time of his life hanging with Jack and Sam, watching the tractors at Blake's work, fixing the riding lawn mower (or combine as he calls it) and watching spider man cartoons.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All Girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick up packets at the Women's show...Make sure to get food, freebies, feathers for the girl's hair, cupcakes, skin evaluations..... &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whCJ7oL3pRs/ToFCSt93HCI/AAAAAAAAE9E/ptdMcJPSSTg/s400/P9230197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656875496298191906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesecake Factory for dinner, meet BFFs Sarah and Erica &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Erica was brave and brought her almost 3 year old and 8 week old twins. Combine that with our crew and we were quite the circus. "Uh, table for 14"....9 children 3 of them infants. Our server was awesome and so patient while we thoroughly enjoyed our visit. It is awesome to be able to just pick up where we left off. It is NOT awesome to forget to take pictures of these friends and their beautiful children. {frown}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to mall to speed shop and take pics in the photo booth  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to hotel for swimming and a movie.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Emily M. was so thrilled that the pool had a movie screen so you could watch a movie and swim at the same time BUT even better, last year she was in the play Charlotte's Web and that was the movie showing. So as a this year came around she is in the play Pinocchio and wouldn't that be great if the movie they were playing this year was Pinocchio. Well.....it was. I still think maybe Josie made a phone call??? What are the odds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shuttle cars last minute, to make a quick and smooth departure. &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wake up at 1:30am and 4:30am to eat making sure to smile lots and making the sweet coos and noises possible so mom doesn't even mind the 6:30am alarm.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Girls: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Run/Walk  the womens 5K. &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRwKtRcvaAw/ToFCSWq_VhI/AAAAAAAAE88/18wA3oxCDn8/s400/P9240204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656875490045023762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie took the big girls and ran in the purple wave. They did awesome setting goals of running from stop sign to stop sign or speed bumps and helping Kennedy keep up. Emily, Sarah G. and I had to walk our wheels....No running with strollers. Taylor and Allie got great naps in the perfect fall weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sz4xhnYU4Vc/ToFAwcydjRI/AAAAAAAAE80/OMCyYEsFJek/s400/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656873808059796754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3qe92-iMdA/ToFAvcIMUEI/AAAAAAAAE8U/DJ3hdqTjzz4/s400/DSCN0258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656873790702637122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get really homesick for Boise.  Wish that one day we all some how end up back in the "Treasure Valley" &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purchase donations for the Ronald McDonald House.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Donations to Ronald McDonald House and take a tour.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consultation with the best esthetician (Sarah) and assisted shopping at Sephora. &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit with the WillowBrook crew. &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5tSq6NX9qc/ToFAviWP3uI/AAAAAAAAE8c/R5vPuDzRqz0/s400/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656873792372203234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy and soak in every minute of a wonderful afternoon with family.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry a few tears (or a lot of tears) &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get piercings and tattoos.....uh just kidding, Emily M. gets her ears pierced.  &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k5MfV179DHQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book it back to Twin Falls pick up Jacob sleep a few hours and then home to make the primary program. &lt;b&gt;CHECK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuvOAvxl8Bc/ToFAwNWZ0dI/AAAAAAAAE8s/zIX8LPVVYzI/s400/DSCN0266.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656873803915579858" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8939858133717462275?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8939858133717462275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8939858133717462275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8939858133717462275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8939858133717462275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-year-josie-and-her-daughter-emily.html' title='Our weekend checklist'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whCJ7oL3pRs/ToFCSt93HCI/AAAAAAAAE9E/ptdMcJPSSTg/s72-c/P9230197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6318000309056335535</id><published>2011-09-17T05:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T05:17:00.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Memories and Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't want to forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my kids to forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my grandchildren to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the reasons I keep coming back to this blog and leaving snippets of life as a Hill.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get busy.....crazy busy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I am learning, if I do NOT write it down there is ZERO chance of me remembering.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For example introducing some of the football players at the fireside.  I was told their names 4-5 times and I still forgot one :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If I write it down at least I know where I can go to find those memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what makes our life crazy busy right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashtyn made Sr. Starlettes of Murray Community Dance &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(a very reasonable dance company.  2 hours a week, tap and ballet. great instruction for someone who wants to dance but has no desire to perform with ballet west.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Piano &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(I love their new teacher)&lt;/span&gt;. West Jordan Youth Theater Production of Cinderella 3 times a week for 2-4 hours and Activity Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alayna is on 2 soccer teams, one plays games on Tuesday and another one on Saturday.  Throw in a 90 min practice for each team Wednesday and Friday....Piano lessons, Dance on Thursday and she is sufficiently over scheduled.  BUT is learning to manage her time and doesn't have much time to find mischief.  She absolutely loves to play soccer and with 3 hours of practice each week she is getting very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jacob started preschool 2 days a week and is playing on a soccer team as well.  His practice is &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; 60 mins once a week.  Still a little crazy for 3-4 year olds.  BUT at their most recent game they were all scoring left and right.  I would have said absolutely not to signing him up, but Jacob really needs to be around BOYS and BOYS his age.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for Allie (who is an angel), she has yet to have a nap that has NOT been either started in the car or ended short by being put into her car seat.  She doesn't seem to mind too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me besides stopping to feed Allie every 3-4 hours, I am trying to keep up on laundry, mowing, weeding, cleaning, helping with homework, cooking dinner, and failing most days.  I also started crossfit.  Something I have been so excited to start since before getting pregnant with Allie.  I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are in the thick of football season.  We don't see Jay as much as we would like.  It is crazy how much I miss him during the day.  I love when he gets home and tells me about his day.  He always has something funny that happened or an interesting story.  I love the few minutes of conversation before we both crash from exhaustion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was getting pretty good at having my camera with me at all time for blogging purposes but my current stage is trying to remember diapers, wipes, binkies, shin guards, play script, water bottles.....Even if I do have my camera, it doesn't get pulled out as often.  My hands are kind of full holding a baby, tying shoes, putting straws into capri suns, wiping noses and bums....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We made it to the cabin twice this summer and Grandma Kern kept telling that she did NOT feel sorry for me (Having to wake up to feed a baby, tending to 4 kids etc...)  She instead said she was envious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I am in a fantastic stage right now and I really want to enjoy it.  And even more as the time flies I want to remember it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8506658648527151089-6318000309056335535?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6318000309056335535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6318000309056335535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6318000309056335535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6318000309056335535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/keeping-memories-and-priorities.html' title='Keeping Memories and Priorities'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3583058145515668339</id><published>2011-09-14T05:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T05:58:00.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alayna'/><title type='text'>Who did you thank today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2c2RJWlyfyY/TnAYej7C8bI/AAAAAAAAE8E/fnnkr7owgY0/s1600/img058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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finding Alayna sweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-3583058145515668339?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3583058145515668339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3583058145515668339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3583058145515668339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3583058145515668339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-did-you-thank-today.html' title='Who did you thank today?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2c2RJWlyfyY/TnAYej7C8bI/AAAAAAAAE8E/fnnkr7owgY0/s72-c/img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7415381869700661133</id><published>2011-09-13T05:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:12:21.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allie Evelyn'/><title type='text'>Allie Evelyn and her cute little noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ly3BL-VcRzM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7415381869700661133?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7415381869700661133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7415381869700661133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7415381869700661133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7415381869700661133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/allie-evelyn-and-her-cute-little-noises.html' title='Allie Evelyn and her cute little noises'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ly3BL-VcRzM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-859287787512740369</id><published>2011-09-11T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:42:57.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break</title><content type='html'>The first game of the season, Montana State. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; But one of our players, lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He lost his wife in an awful car crash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://marriedtothecoach.blogspot.com/2011/08/players-and-coaches-wives-party.html"&gt;We just had a BBQ with all the coach's and player wives.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was late getting there and didn't get to properly meet everyone, including her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie told me she had linked to &lt;a href="http://jltongaonevai.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What a beautiful person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My heart aches for Ron who saw it happen in his rear view mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 month before her passing, she posted about her uncle's death and left this Irish proverb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray for Ron's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay and I count our blessings each day, hold each other a little closer, love on our babies a little longer.  Life is precious and I pray that we can live each day to the fullest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her obituary can be found &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/saltlaketribune/obituary-search.aspx?daterange=30&amp;amp;firstname=Janelle&amp;amp;lastname=Tongaonevai&amp;amp;countryid=1&amp;amp;stateid=58&amp;amp;affiliateid=331"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8506658648527151089-859287787512740369?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/859287787512740369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=859287787512740369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/859287787512740369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/859287787512740369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/09/heart-break.html' title='Heart Break'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8427890764327999145</id><published>2011-08-14T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:17:51.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winners Are.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Team Winner of $50 to underarmour.com is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c479cd1a6e2da7a1" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc479cd1a6e2da7a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67F13C7B146F89EB905F80E573CC79FF867B48C6.6125E98CEFC6D3C2299D8E4F78A45A938322A1F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc479cd1a6e2da7a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSBYhQ03IfxVeke32fWQ02jc8qQc&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc479cd1a6e2da7a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67F13C7B146F89EB905F80E573CC79FF867B48C6.6125E98CEFC6D3C2299D8E4F78A45A938322A1F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc479cd1a6e2da7a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSBYhQ03IfxVeke32fWQ02jc8qQc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse my disbelief in me saying that is 'crap'... BUT Ben had been bugging me about the drawing all weekend and told me about Bella drawing their name at the block party.  So when his name was really pulled I couldn't believe it.  I really am happy for him, but we may have to check to see if he paid Ashtyn to pick him??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the winner of the $100 to underarmour.com for donating to TEAM CPK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f30993f295faf24" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f30993f295faf24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5641894F6ABEB87CAB5D1E232CE6D75605858606.8A2A208C44456EA0F94494E7F7EF2BF9D1CF592%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f30993f295faf24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTxU43BZhbzmoMeza5XqlLc45Uqk&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f30993f295faf24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5641894F6ABEB87CAB5D1E232CE6D75605858606.8A2A208C44456EA0F94494E7F7EF2BF9D1CF592%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f30993f295faf24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTxU43BZhbzmoMeza5XqlLc45Uqk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ValLynn Bauer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all the team members and donators, we had an awesome run and raised over $700!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8427890764327999145?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8427890764327999145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8427890764327999145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8427890764327999145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8427890764327999145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-winners-are.html' title='And The Winners Are.....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6483455357226192705</id><published>2011-08-08T08:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:28:58.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacob'/><title type='text'>Jacob sings Selena Gomez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He is just like his Dad and Ashtyn, they can learn and remember the words to songs.  I laugh at his winking and pointing.  He is such a funny little 3 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X3M4q8pjt1U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6483455357226192705?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6483455357226192705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6483455357226192705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6483455357226192705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6483455357226192705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/08/jacob-sings-selena-gomez.html' title='Jacob sings Selena Gomez'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X3M4q8pjt1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-77391950469376884</id><published>2011-07-18T13:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:08:27.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MS MUD RUN!</title><content type='html'>This year I missed our annual MS walk.  This is something I am very passionate about (you can read about it &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/04/ms-walk-2010_25.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-do-this-thing-called-blogging.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and knew I had to still support the National MS society.  SOOOoooo I am participating in the Utah's first annual &lt;a href="http://eventutu.nationalmssociety.org/site/PageServer?pagename=GEN_UTU_mud_homepage"&gt;MS Society MUD RUN&lt;/a&gt;. This means I need team members and monetary support.  If you are willing to join the team or support with a donation there are a few motivating giveaways.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is how the giveaway's are going to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone and everyone who signs up to be part of the team will be entered into the drawing for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$50 to &lt;a href="http://www.underarmour.com/shop/us/en/"&gt;underarmour.com&lt;/a&gt;  AND for the University of Utah Swag Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone and everyone who donates to Team CPK will be entered into the drawing for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$100 to &lt;a href="http://www.underarmour.com/shop/us/en/"&gt;underarmour.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Fine print: Only 1 prize per person, if a person is drawn for more than 1 prize they will be given the first prize drawn and forfeit the rest and another person will be drawn.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To join the team you can click &lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/nmss/site/TRR/MudRun/UTUGeneralEvents/983032324?pg=ptype&amp;amp;fr_id=17060"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To donate you can click &lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/nmss/site/Donation2?idb=861387350&amp;amp;df_id=34926&amp;amp;FR_ID=17060&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=4658058&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;amp;34926.donation=form1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any questions or would like to make sure you have been entered you can email or message me on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the support! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-77391950469376884?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/77391950469376884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=77391950469376884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/77391950469376884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/77391950469376884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/07/ms-mud-run.html' title='MS MUD RUN!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2422225509467041996</id><published>2011-07-11T20:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:07:59.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a while, and it may be a while before I am posting regularly.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allie Evelyn arrived 5-31-11.  She is now 6 weeks old and I have been watching her grow right before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5-31-11 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7lbs 2oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MYsuGijqEM/Thu1xVUBalI/AAAAAAAAE7A/QUif9yXC98A/s400/DSC02526.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292018468907602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6-1-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmZ3DF-QHIM/Thu1xDHFmbI/AAAAAAAAE64/KqfZdhRpgPg/s400/DSC02538.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292013582817714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6-2-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge74qW1Rei0/Thu2pW0cc5I/AAAAAAAAE74/LzcctxBxZBQ/s1600/DSC02545-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge74qW1Rei0/Thu2pW0cc5I/AAAAAAAAE74/LzcctxBxZBQ/s400/DSC02545-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292980946006930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6-6-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrayGwXDRXU/Thu1x8POsFI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/ytQwLme8fq4/s400/DSC02562.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292028917788754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk5uLNxMtSc/Thu1xuBHfRI/AAAAAAAAE7I/F0PpRm9jHr8/s400/DSC02561.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292025100500242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7-10-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPMtkKToiSg/Thu1yKkqvxI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/9QyvPbh1tdU/s400/DSC02658-1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292032765804306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7-11-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CV7EzIBjcnI/Thu2VCHWLXI/AAAAAAAAE7w/O_LSSriBqhs/s1600/DSC02683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CV7EzIBjcnI/Thu2VCHWLXI/AAAAAAAAE7w/O_LSSriBqhs/s400/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292631790759282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTV3eKXTWCA/Thu2UkS3vHI/AAAAAAAAE7g/UWXQlrkBHCk/s400/DSC02681.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292623786032242" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg8adRiV_GU/Thu2U9QUzHI/AAAAAAAAE7o/FBXQqO0B-s8/s1600/DSC02682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg8adRiV_GU/Thu2U9QUzHI/AAAAAAAAE7o/FBXQqO0B-s8/s400/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628292630486240370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is chunking up nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a happy sweet baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky us, we get to hang out together while the rest of the crazy monkey crew in living it up in Lake Powell.  I love my kids (Jay included) and I love Lake Powell, but so grateful to have (and LOVING) a quiet house.  Just Allie and I, this will probably not happen again for a very long time, if ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I even vacuumed 3 days ago and the vacuum lines are STILL there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-2422225509467041996?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2422225509467041996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2422225509467041996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2422225509467041996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2422225509467041996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-while-and-it-may-be-while.html' title=''/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MYsuGijqEM/Thu1xVUBalI/AAAAAAAAE7A/QUif9yXC98A/s72-c/DSC02526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1169645010201658614</id><published>2011-05-26T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:24:23.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvG0v1MKXAM/Td62UAW6tDI/AAAAAAAAE50/nVmCuBuPB5Y/s1600/DSC02524.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvG0v1MKXAM/Td62UAW6tDI/AAAAAAAAE50/nVmCuBuPB5Y/s400/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611122640559977522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Jacob you still have chocolate on your face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacob:&lt;/b&gt; It's o.k. cuz the friend in my pocket said I need to have choc-wet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(chocolate)&lt;/span&gt; on my face so in the night he can wick &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(lick)&lt;/span&gt; it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-1169645010201658614?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1169645010201658614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1169645010201658614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1169645010201658614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1169645010201658614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/pocket-friends.html' title='Pocket Friends'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvG0v1MKXAM/Td62UAW6tDI/AAAAAAAAE50/nVmCuBuPB5Y/s72-c/DSC02524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3430529349370710417</id><published>2011-05-17T05:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:44:00.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year for mother's day, Jay picked out some beautiful artwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the Temple where we were married &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtmLgL2WfAU/TdFXdZNGOaI/AAAAAAAAE18/uLEF9dzSHnc/s400/5051620_Boise_Temple.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607359173546621346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the other a picture of Christ with some children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdK0ut112gg/TdFXdk5zDhI/AAAAAAAAE2M/ztCLm5ubO40/s400/5052124_Perfect_Love.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607359176686898706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was looking at the one with Christ, He very proudly said do you see why I picked this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked again and asked why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He replied "it is Christ with &lt;i&gt;our &lt;/i&gt;children, Ashtyn, Alayna and Jacob."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I then asked well then who is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d39cR3iK0Ps/TdFXdgucKWI/AAAAAAAAE2E/1B9nae_YNnA/s400/5052124_Perfect_Love-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607359175565519202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He about fell off his chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the look on his face said it all...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tells me often that he knew from day one that this baby was going to be a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture even more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-3430529349370710417?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3430529349370710417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3430529349370710417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3430529349370710417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3430529349370710417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-family.html' title='Our Family....?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtmLgL2WfAU/TdFXdZNGOaI/AAAAAAAAE18/uLEF9dzSHnc/s72-c/5051620_Boise_Temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2901093153113483184</id><published>2011-05-16T10:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:40:16.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Requests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etCxfSqtjKQ/TdFSypj6OJI/AAAAAAAAE10/2S3NRUmST8o/s1600/DSC02506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyXm3psSo-s/TdFSyeK3EXI/AAAAAAAAE1s/7p7CrhWgL7c/s400/img042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607354038098530674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyXm3psSo-s/TdFSyeK3EXI/AAAAAAAAE1s/7p7CrhWgL7c/s1600/img042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-2901093153113483184?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2901093153113483184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2901093153113483184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2901093153113483184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2901093153113483184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/recent-requests.html' title='Recent Requests'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etCxfSqtjKQ/TdFSypj6OJI/AAAAAAAAE10/2S3NRUmST8o/s72-c/DSC02506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-927956126185429435</id><published>2011-05-12T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:41:25.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dilated to a one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsZCQK-w8vw/Tcw0qbOwVaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/GOaSB0xyKtw/s1600/DSC02500.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsZCQK-w8vw/Tcw0qbOwVaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/GOaSB0xyKtw/s400/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605913539638220194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(taken 5/8/11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man I am getting enormous...no wonder I hurt so bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have officially hit blimp status. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9WIQAOh8Y8/Tcw3xi6oImI/AAAAAAAAE1k/Zs28WICvoEk/s400/blimp.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605916960495247970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only 18 days to induction day...or til I pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-927956126185429435?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/927956126185429435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=927956126185429435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/927956126185429435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/927956126185429435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsZCQK-w8vw/Tcw0qbOwVaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/GOaSB0xyKtw/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8071966107825368897</id><published>2011-05-11T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:40:40.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time of year again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn has completed all the levels up to the Pre-Competition group, but is sure she does not want to get into competing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alayna has come miles and miles from her first lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here she is at 3 (the same as Jacob right now) refusing to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NsUEVZztio/TcwrllyiLBI/AAAAAAAAE1M/7Lx_smcEH1Q/s1600/P6050475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NsUEVZztio/TcwrllyiLBI/AAAAAAAAE1M/7Lx_smcEH1Q/s400/P6050475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903560968645650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very lucky to have this teacher.  She was SO good to her and had some sort of magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNXYVNHfCiM/TcwrW0h8-KI/AAAAAAAAE00/LaS_BP1noYM/s1600/P5160432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNXYVNHfCiM/TcwrW0h8-KI/AAAAAAAAE00/LaS_BP1noYM/s400/P5160432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903307227592866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alayna can be stubborn, but this teacher was special and got her in and even...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNXYVNHfCiM/TcwrW0h8-KI/AAAAAAAAE00/LaS_BP1noYM/s1600/P5160432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50FnM-caj8w/TcwrXIZ3IBI/AAAAAAAAE08/SfFwkCZQz8U/s400/P5160433.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903312562364434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had her SMILING and loving to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNrrCopT7Wo/TcwrlDWdVpI/AAAAAAAAE1E/paazOjPpngY/s400/P6050472.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903551724082834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now loves swimming and is so determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdMqu8TU-4I/TctpM4IxssI/AAAAAAAAE0U/Pf8lVwayus8/s1600/DSC02520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdMqu8TU-4I/TctpM4IxssI/AAAAAAAAE0U/Pf8lVwayus8/s400/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605689831141257922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9lkNyOmylg/TctpMToJ1lI/AAAAAAAAE0M/GDEDS-K3irE/s1600/DSC02519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9lkNyOmylg/TctpMToJ1lI/AAAAAAAAE0M/GDEDS-K3irE/s400/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605689821340751442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is learning the dolphin kick to go with the breast stroke.  She was so fiercely doing the move to the best of her ability but going absolutely &lt;i&gt;no where&lt;/i&gt;.  Once they showed her the arms she started to move a little but definitely not for lack of effort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9lkNyOmylg/TctpMToJ1lI/AAAAAAAAE0M/GDEDS-K3irE/s1600/DSC02519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWOVcYLTLQg/TcwrWJivasI/AAAAAAAAE0c/QtUWGYr5HuQ/s400/DSC02521.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903295688174274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl can hold her breath....to the point that I was getting worried and kept wondering if I should jump in.  Like I said she has some determination.  Hopefully we can keep it channeled for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob on the other hand was thrilled to start swim lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the start he was running, bouncing, slipping, jumping like popcorn with anticipation to get in the water.  I did all I could to keep him contained but he was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYFruypLI0/TcwrWtg7zJI/AAAAAAAAE0s/XNyPsNGT_WQ/s400/DSC02469.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903305344273554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing they were asked to do was to get their faces wet.  He does not like his face wet or splashed (at first...)  The instructor tried to get a bob out of him and he would just put his chin in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With in minutes he was popping around again, slipped and went all the way under.  He popped out of the water, rapidly squeegeeing his face with his hands.  And unlike the girls who would be bawling at this point, he screamed "Teacher! I did it, I got my eyes wet!" while jumping up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZBj7F9RAa4/TcwrWa_DBOI/AAAAAAAAE0k/qK_vjtU5Eo4/s400/DSC02466.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605903300370302178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has also figured out the one on one time with the instructor is his opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GaCwoy2SGo/TctpLUUEy2I/AAAAAAAAEz0/ajOJOElMIhE/s1600/DSC02473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GaCwoy2SGo/TctpLUUEy2I/AAAAAAAAEz0/ajOJOElMIhE/s1600/DSC02473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GaCwoy2SGo/TctpLUUEy2I/AAAAAAAAEz0/ajOJOElMIhE/s400/DSC02473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605689804345101154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes his teacher...a lot.  And if he is not giving her a bear hug has his arms around her in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GaCwoy2SGo/TctpLUUEy2I/AAAAAAAAEz0/ajOJOElMIhE/s1600/DSC02473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--exyrresvV8/TctpMBRTwKI/AAAAAAAAE0E/Sg6bk57HTS0/s400/DSC02470.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605689816413094050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they are supposed to be in the water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-760m44px7Ao/TctpL-3W4_I/AAAAAAAAEz8/WzE80qCyqiA/s400/DSC02472.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605689815767376882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be quite the charmer...&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GaCwoy2SGo/TctpLUUEy2I/AAAAAAAAEz0/ajOJOElMIhE/s1600/DSC02473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8071966107825368897?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8071966107825368897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8071966107825368897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8071966107825368897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8071966107825368897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NsUEVZztio/TcwrllyiLBI/AAAAAAAAE1M/7Lx_smcEH1Q/s72-c/P6050475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7784621659499798885</id><published>2011-05-11T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:55:14.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade Hat Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XGjw3Phnxtk/TcthDT-yqGI/AAAAAAAAEzc/bFf1FTx5YCM/s400/DSC02459.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605680870723856482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J03K40tw-iU/TcthDuLswZI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xJOy9a9wrVs/s1600/DSC02460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J03K40tw-iU/TcthDuLswZI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xJOy9a9wrVs/s400/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605680877757317522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J03K40tw-iU/TcthDuLswZI/AAAAAAAAEzk/xJOy9a9wrVs/s1600/DSC02460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geVFAlNtxd0/TcthD4YJngI/AAAAAAAAEzs/v4Lzcoj88J4/s400/DSC02462.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605680880493895170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would write something, but I think the pictures say it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7784621659499798885?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7784621659499798885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7784621659499798885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7784621659499798885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7784621659499798885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/1st-grade-hat-parade.html' title='1st Grade Hat Parade'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XGjw3Phnxtk/TcthDT-yqGI/AAAAAAAAEzc/bFf1FTx5YCM/s72-c/DSC02459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6084607654353138989</id><published>2011-05-11T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:36:00.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day...Dreaded or Beloved?</title><content type='html'>For me being pregnant on Mother's Day makes the celebration more palatable.  Thanks to Jay and so many around me, I really enjoyed this Mother's Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Although I traded Jay places mid sacrament &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so as to not have any children next to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This was awesomely made known to the rest of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;congregation as Jacob was crying, saying I want to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;by mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;and it was obvious we weren't letting him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; I just couldn't take the acrobatics going on inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;of my belly along with elbows and knees from Jacob on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; the outside.  And after the 10th time of him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;stepping on my sunburned feet, I had to move....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Friday morning I read &lt;a href="http://granvillehouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-things-ive-learned-about-being-mom.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and particularly #5 stood out to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to take care of myself. And not in the mani-pedi ridiculous way we are told to. That never lasts long…I can snap right back in that bad mood no matter how long that spa treatment lasts. I mean the way that requires self-awareness and self-evaluation: Knowing myself, and my limits. Really it’s about little things…knowing how to schedule a day that will make it smooth vs. stressful, knowing when to say no and not feeling guilty about it, knowing what makes me be a good, present, consistent, cheerful mom. Stressed out, rushing, impatient, crabby-I have to pay attention to myself when I feel this way, and ask what I can do different the next time around. For me, it’s about running around as little as possible. It’s about maintaining a sense of order in my household, staying home with my younger ones, and bringing a sense of accomplishment to my day and theirs also. I have to accept my limitations, accept my differences, accept what I can handle day-to-day, vs. what it seems like every other mother seems to do gracefully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;This was read hastily as I was preparing to leave on a quick mother's day get away but I kept thinking about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;At first I told Jay I was too pregnant to go.  I wanted like to stay home for the good weather and work in the yard.  He insisted that I go.  And I then I realized that I probably wouldn't be much help in the yard.         Oh, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; this was planned in part by him and his friends to allow themselves to take their annual summer golf trip &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilt free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... He didn't even bat an eye when I told him he would have 4 hours of  the girls dance rehearsals with Jacob?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When it was time to go I gave myself enough time to take Jacob into Jay at work but he was already waiting for me near the freeway.  And he even let me take his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritagevw.com/Images/Evox/2012/Volkswagen/CC/7373_cc0640_001_2T2T_sm.jpg" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUG3Z8Hxa5I"&gt;swagger wagon&lt;/a&gt; for me :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;We met in Park City at Massage Envy.  And I had the echoes of the above excerpt going through my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how long the spa treatment last, you can snap right back in that bad mood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;So I made sure I enjoyed every minute of relief on these poor bruised ribs, sore lower back, feet and achy skin.  It felt so good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;We made a quick stop next door to TJ Maxx then off to dinner and a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;It was late when we finally reached the house we were staying in but that didn't keep us from staying up into the wee hours of the morning laughing and talking.  We have been friends pretty much by default for 15 years so reminiscing was fun.  It was perfect that one of the others girls was pregnant, due just 2 weeks after me.  We could understand each others pains... soon to be labor pains.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;We didn't do much the next day but enjoy the sun and head back to SLC where we ended the short trip with a (too long) mani pedi.  Again the echoes of what I had read was in my head and in all reality a manicure or pedicure doesn't last much longer than the dishes or yard work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;What does last are the friendships strengthened, the feelings felt and the realization of 'I can do this'.  I do have to take care of myself.  And it is not always going to be done in a 28 hour trip away from the craze of life.  But knowing myself and my limits.  Taking a break when I am about to break. And knowing what makes me a good, present, consistent, cheerful mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Mother's SunDay came and it was wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; " &gt;On a side note, our ward has the tradition of the men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;" &gt;taking over all the callings so the women can enjoy a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;" &gt;short message, a wonderful spread of food and visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;" &gt;through the last hour of church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;" &gt;After seeing the primary room, hearing the kids' stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;" &gt;and Jay's expression and exhaustion I have decided it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt; be way more entertaining if they would just link a camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt; into the Relief Society Room for all of us to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Jay had the yard beautiful, a hanging basket of gorgeous geraniums, the &lt;a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/products/messynestnecklace_p233"&gt;necklace&lt;/a&gt; I had hinted at, the school made gifts from the kids and dinner.  It was a perfect Mother's Day Weekend.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; " &gt;BUT! The story doesn't end here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Sunday night Jay left to AZ for recruiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;I was good, refreshed and ready for this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Monday came and man was I smacked right back into reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;All this mumbo jumbo of taking care of myself and knowing my limits and myself was about to be tested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I had prepped myself, planned and was ready for the marathon of dance recital day.  Alayna's hair had been put in sponge curlers, I put Jacob down for a nap, I was ready as the girls got home from school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;It had rained all day so Alayna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;was devastated her curls had melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt; and then as she was putting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;her tights of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;she gets a hole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;with a run....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;where everyone could see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;No big deal, I run to the dance store grab another pair and am back to get the melted curls back in place, makeup on and out the door...just a few minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;We make it in and there are no seats so Jacob and I sit on the floor where we can barely see, but we had packed a bag of quiet toys for Jacob so he was well entertained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;As soon as the girls had danced I had 25 minutes to run out grab flowers and dinner and be back to save ourselves some seats.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;We sat down to a quiet table away from the craziness and ate our McD's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;I was settling into severe exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Pregnancy takes it all out of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I could have fallen asleep right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;on the table... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;maybe that was part of the problem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;It was almost too perfect. Jacob opened his chicken nuggets...&lt;i&gt;CHICKEN NUGGETS&lt;/i&gt; and ate everyone with out me having to say a word or a threat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;then &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;finished all his apples.  He got his toy.  Just then an old friend from our student ward stopped to say hi.  I had told her how I had seen her so many times at these dance things, but am always trying keep tabs on my monkeys so I never have said hi......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;And that is when I see Jacob is gone....GONE.  I look all around in the controlled, dancers corral for him.  Back and forth he is gone.  I go and check the lobby area, the auditorium, the hall then it has been too long.  I know I need more eyes.  I tell the director to make an announcement and she has me waiting in the auditorium. Nothing...I am panicking.  It has been what seemed to have been an eternity.  I can't just wait for someone to find him, that is when as I am walking out I see Wendy walking out.  There was such a HUGE sense of relief, &lt;i&gt;someone is helping me. &lt;/i&gt; She didn't see me or say anything, I just knew she was going to help and I knew that it was going to be ok. I went the opposite way and as soon as I was in the hall to see if maybe he had gone to find Ashtyn, Wendy called. She had him.  He had gone outside and told Wendy he was going home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Jay keeps reminding me that nothing happened but the whatifs are killing me...Bawling with every one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I have been a mess ever since.  If I can't keep track of 3 how in the WORLD am I going to do it with 4?!?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jacob and I have had at least a dozen talks since then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;about never leaving mommy and staying close, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;holding my hand and asking to go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUT then he tells me he is going to ride his bike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to dance all by himself. Or ride his bike somewhere else all by himself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We have another talk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then he runs out of his swimming lesson and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;almost to the front door before I can even get 2 feet from the pool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We have another talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O.K. mommy then runs to the car passing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; by 30 yards before realizing he has left me AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;That is when the serendipity of my mothers day weekend was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt; annihilated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Right now I don't know how I am going to do 4 kids? If I can do 4 kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do know I have amazing people around me.  &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt; whose company lifts me up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; that know it is not a spa treatment that gets us through, but it is nice to get one every once in a while. &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt; who find my kid.  &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt; who know what to say. &lt;b&gt; Friends&lt;/b&gt; who remind me of the things I forget.  &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt; that support me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;I can't do this all by myself (a hard thing for me to admit). I have to accept my limitations and graciously accept what others can give.  And one day make sure to return the favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6084607654353138989?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6084607654353138989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6084607654353138989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6084607654353138989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6084607654353138989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-daydreaded-or-beloved.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day...Dreaded or Beloved?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7535657190583482537</id><published>2011-05-10T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:38:41.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Dance Recital 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna made a conscious decision to make sure she gave it her all this performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She would come home from practice so proud that Miss Lisa told her how she has the best smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could watch this performance a million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jay went to observation night and the rehearsal day because I was out of town both times.  It was so wonderful that his schedule allowed for that.   Since I had not yet seen the dances I did not know where to sit to get a good shot of my girls for either performance.  Next time I will make sure to get in a better spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="1280" height="750" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9SmxxMdGJd0?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Missing the observation night and rehearsal made me even more excited to see their performances.  I knew Ashtyn was performing two of my favorite songs.  Our 2010 summer theme song Waka Waka and one I played in orchestra, Aaron Copland's Hoedown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You can tell she is having fun in both of these songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jm9AlS9-O8w?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oWqV_4FS9Ew?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then there is the Finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pbru8OSYfVc?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7535657190583482537?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7535657190583482537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7535657190583482537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7535657190583482537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7535657190583482537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-dance-recital-2011.html' title='Spring Dance Recital 2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9SmxxMdGJd0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4694050300823232928</id><published>2011-05-05T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:15:46.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you when...</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago we were in bed.  I was browsing facebook on Jay's Ipad, I read post after post that Osama Bin Laden had been killed.  I told Jay to flip to the news.  He was busy searching Netflix, but eventually clicked over and on the 10 o'clock news, the facebook statuses were confirmed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I remember Jay calling me on 9-11 to turn on the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We lived in south Salt Lake in our little grey house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ashtyn was still asleep and I was in complete shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In the following days watching the patriotism was surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enormous flags were painted on multiple cul de sacs near us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cars with american flags attached to the windows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trucks with full size flags in their beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I could not wait the few weeks for General Conference that Oct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Which has changed my anticipation for General Conference ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I still think twice whenever I hear a plane or helicopter over head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I will never forget the first time hearing a plane after 9-11...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashtyn came to me while I was in Alaynas room and said, "Did you hear there was a really bad guy in Egypt or somewhere who was shot dead?"  "He did lots of bad things." As I was about to say yes, Alayna jumped in with the brightest smile of unbelief and sheer joy saying "Satan is dead!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me back for a second.  I never had thought of satan ceasing to exist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and for one moment I caught her excitement of how wonderful that would be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashtyn is old enough to understand and semi remember 9-11 but Alayna, not so much since she wasn't even born.  BUT now she can remember 5-1-11 as the day 'satan died'.  (At least one of his followers died)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4694050300823232928?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4694050300823232928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4694050300823232928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4694050300823232928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4694050300823232928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-were-you-when.html' title='Where were you when...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6039731630867721650</id><published>2011-04-30T05:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T05:56:00.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood...</title><content type='html'>I had one of those nights.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind that as you close the door to each child's room you know this is it. This is what life is all about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob happily cleaned up his enormous Monday mess, let me help him put on his jammies and picked out a story.  One we have read at least 30 times but he read it with me as if each page and lift a flap was the first time he had experienced. Gasps and giggles with every opening.  Then up to his bed and the count to turn on his light.  As I closed the door he was so excited for his pillow "my pillow has dump trucks on it, oh I love this pillow!" as if this were his Christmas present. and laid his head down with the biggest grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alayna caught me a little off guard earlier with some of her questions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:"So how does the baby grow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Just like you, a little at a time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:"No but how does the baby start...like do you just eat a lot of food?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "hmm, Well &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(going to my standard just give the basics) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it takes a mommy and a daddy to make a baby..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A: "You mean Daddy has a baby in his tummy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: "No..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Well then what part is Daddy doin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(NOT prepared for this conversation right now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Well.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I continued with the abridged version of 'the talk' and pull out my go to magazine 'As your baby grows' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;and got all her questions &lt;i&gt;for tonight&lt;/i&gt; answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ashtyn put herself to bed a little early so she could finish her book.  She loves the Secret Series and has 1 left.  She was so excited to tell me all about it.  And as she was telling me all about the ending, I kept thinking this is where I am supposed to be.  This is what I am supposed to be doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My ribs, belly, back and hips ache endlessly.  I have been doing laundry for a week straight and there are still 2 loads to be done.  Jay is recruiting so I have no adult support or conversation.  BUT I wouldn't change it for the world.  I can do this...No I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do this and love doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I needed that.  It is amazing how get little confirmations when you need them the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For more mommy inspiration....&lt;a href="http://memoriesoncloverlane.blogspot.com/2011/04/fortitude.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CloverLane+%28Clover+Lane%29"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;, she seems to hit the nail on the head every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6039731630867721650?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6039731630867721650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6039731630867721650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6039731630867721650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6039731630867721650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2042570293182554983</id><published>2011-04-29T05:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:22:00.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob...</title><content type='html'>Emily jokes I have a favorite child....&lt;div&gt;I could never pick a favorite child, I love them all equally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT a favorite &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SON? A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;bsolutely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa5PkvYpR14/TbW2mbH1YnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wV-thC74Huk/s1600/DSC02284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean a little boy who proudly washes windows....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(don't mind that it is with muddy stuffed football)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa5PkvYpR14/TbW2mbH1YnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wV-thC74Huk/s1600/DSC02284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa5PkvYpR14/TbW2mbH1YnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wV-thC74Huk/s400/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582482936980082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to help his dad.  Fixing the faucet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dg-t1qQuGY/TbW2VAOFKOI/AAAAAAAAEyU/clOAS59Vom4/s1600/DSC02263.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dg-t1qQuGY/TbW2VAOFKOI/AAAAAAAAEyU/clOAS59Vom4/s400/DSC02263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582183657646306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dg-t1qQuGY/TbW2VAOFKOI/AAAAAAAAEyU/clOAS59Vom4/s1600/DSC02263.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And mowing the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odalK8MruS0/TbW2U_BAS2I/AAAAAAAAEyM/FksGel7yTxc/s1600/DSC02419.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odalK8MruS0/TbW2U_BAS2I/AAAAAAAAEyM/FksGel7yTxc/s400/DSC02419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582183334366050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2YuA20IZP4/TbW1Pd5nipI/AAAAAAAAEyE/14oEFBRYarI/s1600/DSC02418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2YuA20IZP4/TbW1Pd5nipI/AAAAAAAAEyE/14oEFBRYarI/s400/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580989034039954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And is so helpful in the kitchen.  He decided he was going to do the dishes all on his own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foOjxHVDLic/TbW1OqjYOtI/AAAAAAAAEx0/dlGwcWveTnU/s1600/DSC02414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foOjxHVDLic/TbW1OqjYOtI/AAAAAAAAEx0/dlGwcWveTnU/s400/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580975250553554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2GIheTbO8k/TbW1ORNeMpI/AAAAAAAAExs/O95rUIiCwtQ/s1600/DSC02413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2GIheTbO8k/TbW1ORNeMpI/AAAAAAAAExs/O95rUIiCwtQ/s400/DSC02413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580968447783570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwDLWJ3r5E/TbW1N1crUyI/AAAAAAAAExk/oeKoD7d3ITQ/s1600/DSC02412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwDLWJ3r5E/TbW1N1crUyI/AAAAAAAAExk/oeKoD7d3ITQ/s400/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580960995365666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even help to make our "Last Supper" Dinner the other night....(and he ate it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwDLWJ3r5E/TbW1N1crUyI/AAAAAAAAExk/oeKoD7d3ITQ/s1600/DSC02412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VAilKOU6QA/TbW1PLKYFHI/AAAAAAAAEx8/MauAfdPyXUk/s400/DSC02416.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580984004056178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little guy has stolen my heart from the minute we met.  He is always so happy! A trait he definitely got from his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwDLWJ3r5E/TbW1N1crUyI/AAAAAAAAExk/oeKoD7d3ITQ/s1600/DSC02412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rJHmVIkEr4/TbW2VdmrocI/AAAAAAAAEyc/YfHUrHPSt7w/s400/DSC02256.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582191545459138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can find anything to entertain him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SJVLV__jRk/TbW2WaQGABI/AAAAAAAAEys/Zg14rPgolsY/s400/DSC02262.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582207825281042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could he not be my favorite SON....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(he is my only son, but a pretty darn cute one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwaLgNkveb0/TbW2Vj_EC5I/AAAAAAAAEyk/7uK6w-f9Alg/s400/DSC02259.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582193258335122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love finding him in his own little happy world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCpgfHo5Jww/TbW2mqEJ4jI/AAAAAAAAEy8/-qqMMQSk09s/s400/DSC02351.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599582486948078130" /&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;I tried to be sneaky with this one, but he saw me and it took him a minute to start singing again.  He had turned on his music and was swinging away...I don't want to ever forget how cute and sweet this stage is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XwBlrhQtlCs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JSYK: This little guy can be a huge stinker too....but even when he is turkey he does it with a smile and when he is upset or gets in trouble (BIG troubles) he is so resilient and gets over it quickly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Jacob! To the moon and back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POST EDIT: This was written before the incident last night where with 2 minutes before I was supposed to be at a meeting he knocked/flung a too full cup of orange soda all over the counter, cupboards and freshly mopped floor.....I was a frustrating 10 minutes late but the floor is no longer sticky.  And as exasperated as I was at the time, seeing that little Tasmanian swinging and singing makes the sticky floor and being late (again) not really matter... &lt;/div&gt;&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/8506658648527151089-2042570293182554983?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2042570293182554983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2042570293182554983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2042570293182554983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2042570293182554983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/jacob.html' title='Jacob...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa5PkvYpR14/TbW2mbH1YnI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wV-thC74Huk/s72-c/DSC02284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1678927574801861516</id><published>2011-04-28T05:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:39:00.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Recruiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP19nfpWGOM/TbXEKNAgrJI/AAAAAAAAEzE/1ZATKhn8d_Y/s1600/airplane-takeoff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP19nfpWGOM/TbXEKNAgrJI/AAAAAAAAEzE/1ZATKhn8d_Y/s400/airplane-takeoff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599597391274618002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The best part of Jay's job is that just when he is getting sick of one thing, (spring ball practice) it changes (to recruiting).  I will never complain that his job changes, it is refreshing to have something different.  I love anticipating the season and love when it is over.  I love his time off in the summer and love when he gets to go back to work.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when he is gone (recruiting or road games etc...) I have such a hard time going to bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it going to an empty bed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it no one to be accountable to?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be incredibly tired and barely functioning and still play 1 more game of sudoku, work on a crossword, read blogs, check facebook, eat a bowl of coco puffs, look at a magazine, check one more time if a word has been played on words with friends, check my favorite channels or dvrs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I waiting for him to surprise me and come home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T like surprises, not even for birthdays or Christmas. OR surprises like the time I had planned the extended family reunion and knowing he wouldn't be coming bribed a babysitter to come with me to help with the monkeys.  AND then Jay shows up...?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind being on my own and having my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; schedule when Jay is gone.  In fact there are times I really look forward to it.  This year though...  I miss him (and my sleep) already and it is only the first trip... AND he has added AZ to his recruiting area so he will be gone more than last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I waiting for?  And why don't I like surprises??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8506658648527151089-1678927574801861516?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1678927574801861516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1678927574801861516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1678927574801861516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1678927574801861516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-recruiting.html' title='Spring Recruiting....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP19nfpWGOM/TbXEKNAgrJI/AAAAAAAAEzE/1ZATKhn8d_Y/s72-c/airplane-takeoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3709610456020008104</id><published>2011-04-27T05:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T05:46:00.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>33 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken 4/18...@ 6 weeks or 44 days to go.  As of today....34 days.... I think I can, I think I can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi13gU0Y610/TbW0FcAdt7I/AAAAAAAAExc/-33kmYBMU58/s400/DSC02400.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599579717215565746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-3709610456020008104?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3709610456020008104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3709610456020008104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3709610456020008104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3709610456020008104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/33-weeks.html' title='33 weeks...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi13gU0Y610/TbW0FcAdt7I/AAAAAAAAExc/-33kmYBMU58/s72-c/DSC02400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7254663356965283009</id><published>2011-04-26T05:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T05:58:00.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alayna's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a week long celebration for this 7 year old.  I guess that is to make up for last year?? Which is ok since the lesson was learned and her behavior and attitude reflected it.  She would check in regularly with me to make sure she was on track to have a friend party this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started on Monday, Jay wanted to take her out for her Birthday Dinner since he would be gone the following night, her actual birthday to a football banquet.  He offered a bunch of suggestions and She picked IHOP.  (Jacob kept requesting &lt;a href="http://www.my-tepanyaki.com/"&gt;Tepen-honkeys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On her actual day I picked her up from school and took her to lunch with Jay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay begged me to keep her up and wait to do cake and presents when he got home from the banquet at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9:45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(They didn't get to bed til after 10:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This was a tough one since that is way past their 8:00 bedtime.  Mostly because I am so done at that time.  So I let them watch a movie and we waited and waited.  It almost killed Alayna waiting so long to open her gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xn3XTF9uNFk/TbWpTLoQ5_I/AAAAAAAAExM/PjVQ7lH53vM/s1600/DSC02409.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xn3XTF9uNFk/TbWpTLoQ5_I/AAAAAAAAExM/PjVQ7lH53vM/s400/DSC02409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567858709358578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97RmL3B4PLU/TbWpTbsJOsI/AAAAAAAAExU/YQXl54G0Lno/s400/DSC02410.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567863020600002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qSGJHdFBXo/TbWpSza9pvI/AAAAAAAAExE/JSqosA3M5l8/s1600/DSC02408.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qSGJHdFBXo/TbWpSza9pvI/AAAAAAAAExE/JSqosA3M5l8/s400/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567852211119858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally! The presents.  I don't know whose anticipation was more Jacob's or Alayna's??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier I asked what she had done in her class for her birthday and She had told her class her birthday list; a doll (check) and a microscope(first I had heard of this one) and a golden retriever(again first time hearing about this one, not that it would have mattered)....?? 1 out of three is pretty good isn't.  She didn't seem to be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sweet neighbor had mentioned to me that Alayna comes to visit her and has the sweetest conversations.  She had most recently told her how pretty she is and gave her a big hug.  I was a little surprised, but told this neighbor that She must be very special because Alayna  is very genuine.  She doesn't just pass out compliments or kindness with abundance.  When she thinks or says something it is real and genuine. (And not always positive)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute neighbor brought over a sweet gift for her birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love moments like these, little reminders of Alayna's a sweet and special spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally Saturday and her friend party had arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; (Insert an Alayna squeal, a sound similar to a pterodactyl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had idea after idea of what theme she wanted for her birthday most of them I could not get myself motivated to execute.  When I came across the Living Planet Aquarium website.  Their birthday party packages include a party host and claims they do all the work you just show up. Perfect for my self pity pregnant state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b1tRH9RH_0/TbWpC3lmVOI/AAAAAAAAEw8/8kJwZj8xYDs/s1600/DSC02422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b1tRH9RH_0/TbWpC3lmVOI/AAAAAAAAEw8/8kJwZj8xYDs/s400/DSC02422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567578451563746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S-A_U1q7hI/TbWpCcD8NuI/AAAAAAAAEw0/8vqteZy8yHQ/s1600/DSC02431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S-A_U1q7hI/TbWpCcD8NuI/AAAAAAAAEw0/8vqteZy8yHQ/s400/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567571062634210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aVN7PRzu10/TbWpCIZiKnI/AAAAAAAAEws/fsMGDOqA6AQ/s1600/DSC02425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aVN7PRzu10/TbWpCIZiKnI/AAAAAAAAEws/fsMGDOqA6AQ/s400/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567565784492658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrHgzJd9luk/TbWpBwAN_FI/AAAAAAAAEwk/gLX-_MBqBzU/s1600/DSC02429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrHgzJd9luk/TbWpBwAN_FI/AAAAAAAAEwk/gLX-_MBqBzU/s400/DSC02429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567559235861586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5xALZTgBek/TbWpBr1FuLI/AAAAAAAAEwc/fLw6wHw2C1w/s1600/DSC02435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5xALZTgBek/TbWpBr1FuLI/AAAAAAAAEwc/fLw6wHw2C1w/s1600/DSC02435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5xALZTgBek/TbWpBr1FuLI/AAAAAAAAEwc/fLw6wHw2C1w/s400/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567558115440818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Jay was even able to come and help me keep track of the one dozen kids. The party was a hit and the kids loved it.  Another successful party down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next birthday?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one in my belly...can't wait!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7254663356965283009?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7254663356965283009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7254663356965283009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7254663356965283009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7254663356965283009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/alaynas-party.html' title='Alayna&apos;s Party'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xn3XTF9uNFk/TbWpTLoQ5_I/AAAAAAAAExM/PjVQ7lH53vM/s72-c/DSC02409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8630753027762306402</id><published>2011-04-25T10:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:58:49.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>Saturday's prep for Sunday's hunt.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgLenm3HUiI/TbWcimPaBuI/AAAAAAAAEwE/18srFYXwd9A/s1600/DSC02436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgLenm3HUiI/TbWcimPaBuI/AAAAAAAAEwE/18srFYXwd9A/s400/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553829899732706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NHL9Mj4oUsk/TbWci7lME2I/AAAAAAAAEwM/JBZhRYrC-O8/s400/DSC02438.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553835628237666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88uV0woqdEQ/TbWcjJtpFXI/AAAAAAAAEwU/74w2R_iOugI/s400/DSC02437.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553839421789554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The effort for this next picture was ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I could get out of the car and up the stairs to our room, Jay was already out of his suit and tie with shorts, tee and putting on his slides.  I pleaded for him to change back into his clothes with his reply "You never said anything about pictures"  I retort, "didn't have a chance to even open my mouth before you went running to the closet."  He dutifully(as a 12 year old boy would, including huffs and puffs) put his clothes back on and came out for pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(I really have 4 kids Ashtyn, Alayna, Jacob and JAY with the 5th on the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJxCK7FizHA/TbWbogJ4ZiI/AAAAAAAAEv8/fy3ricdF480/s1600/DSC02440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJxCK7FizHA/TbWbogJ4ZiI/AAAAAAAAEv8/fy3ricdF480/s400/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599552831833531938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJxCK7FizHA/TbWbogJ4ZiI/AAAAAAAAEv8/fy3ricdF480/s1600/DSC02440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the gunshot (and the other girls) to start the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H8PKeVLkeg/TbWboJaMzkI/AAAAAAAAEv0/LbP4HZaxG-s/s1600/DSC02447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H8PKeVLkeg/TbWboJaMzkI/AAAAAAAAEv0/LbP4HZaxG-s/s400/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599552825727962690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H8PKeVLkeg/TbWboJaMzkI/AAAAAAAAEv0/LbP4HZaxG-s/s1600/DSC02447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they're off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGZTJkUAaO8/TbWbn9zje1I/AAAAAAAAEvs/jGjnbM-B8Gk/s1600/DSC02449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGZTJkUAaO8/TbWbn9zje1I/AAAAAAAAEvs/jGjnbM-B8Gk/s400/DSC02449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599552822613080914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGZTJkUAaO8/TbWbn9zje1I/AAAAAAAAEvs/jGjnbM-B8Gk/s1600/DSC02449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf2VRHe3bAk/TbWbnUXV22I/AAAAAAAAEvk/Q3GXtQTClYw/s1600/DSC02450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf2VRHe3bAk/TbWbnUXV22I/AAAAAAAAEvk/Q3GXtQTClYw/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599552811488893794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf2VRHe3bAk/TbWbnUXV22I/AAAAAAAAEvk/Q3GXtQTClYw/s1600/DSC02450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sohaQZDbQv8/TbWbnKi86EI/AAAAAAAAEvc/23EBLq_Pa8A/s1600/DSC02453.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sohaQZDbQv8/TbWbnKi86EI/AAAAAAAAEvc/23EBLq_Pa8A/s400/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599552808853235778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago, we had a similar picture with a few more cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I was having a bit of a pity pregnant party assuming we would have no extended family with us to celebrate Easter.  UNTIL Emily called earlier in the week and said "So what's the plan for Sunday? We are planning on coming to your house."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad she called and that Mom and Dad were able to come as well.  We had a wonderful Easter dinner and enjoyable family conversation.  And although some may think it a little ridiculous for my parents to drive 3.5 hours each way for dinner, I have always loved the fact that they know if you don't do it now you will miss out forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in our dating, My family was in Utah during the winter holidays.  We decided to meet up with Jay to ski.  With all the holiday reunions and activities we were super late meeting him on the hill.  We got out our skis and realized we only had time for 2 runs before a family get together.  We bought single run lift tickets (yep you can buy those) and then had to leave.  Jay was left flabbergasted.  Who goes skiing for 2 runs?  We do....and we enjoyed those 2 runs. Unfortunately Jay had bought an all day pass and spent most of the day skiing by himself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example of do it or lose it, was when I was in High School.  My Senior year we had an opportunity to visit family in Europe.  It conveniently became my Senior trip.  We only had a short window of time over presidents day to take the 6 day trip which to some after travel etc, only leaves you with a few days, but I will never forget those few days.  We were able to see and experience more than expected.  I loved every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From these short trips (and many many others) I have learned that a vacation/trip doesn't have to be weeks long hitting every attraction along the way.  In fact I think it is better to leave wanting more and wanting to return.  Our first vacation as a married couple was to Puerto Rico for almost 3 WEEKS.  I swore I would never go back.  10 days in both Jay and I were ready to reschedule our flights and come home, but couldn't.  13 years later I might consider going back for a few days...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is not convenient for Mom and Dad to travel.  And I know it is not an easy environment for Mom, but I love to hear Jacob squeal "grandma and grandpa are here".  I love to hear the girls visit with both grandma and grandpa, telling them of their books and showing them their lives in their home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to have been taught to make the effort.  The effects are far greater than the short frustration of making it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8630753027762306402?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8630753027762306402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8630753027762306402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8630753027762306402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8630753027762306402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgLenm3HUiI/TbWcimPaBuI/AAAAAAAAEwE/18srFYXwd9A/s72-c/DSC02436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1992280834425781521</id><published>2011-04-22T06:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T06:15:00.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Cuts....</title><content type='html'>One morning before school, Ashtyn was yelling for me to come upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a pretty strict mom policy of not responding to kids yelling through the house.  If you want to talk to me you find me and talk without yelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...this was one of those exceptions...I realized that this was more than just a where is my other sock holler....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had opened her closet door with the cute knobs from Hobby Lobby and the ceramic knob split right off deeply cutting two of her fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TO9a5jUptUQ/TayDYVWVKQI/AAAAAAAAEu4/yBtlN1KXwgo/s400/105031.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 237px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596992890985588994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little nervous when I got to the bathroom... I don't do blood but the adrenaline was there and poor Ashtyn was white as a ghost with blood &lt;i&gt;everywhere.  &lt;/i&gt;Trying to calm her down and get color back into her I told her it would be fine.  We bandaged her up and I told her to just go to school and see how it felt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way I decided to take her up to her dad and have the trainers look at it.  Mostly because I didn't do a whole lot of cleaning it out, checking to make sure any pieces of the ceramic was still in there or look at it very closely.  Once we got to the facility, the adrenaline had wore off and I didn't want to see any more flapping skin or blood. I was the one turning white... The trainer cleaned it and put some fabric stitches over the cuts which made Ashtyn breath a sigh of relief.  She was very worried to get stitches.  Although looking back She could have used 2 or 3 because of the position and depth of the cut I think her scar could easily reopen.  She was tough and learned that you can still do a lot with hurt fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUvh0U6fMy0/TayD2e_IG1I/AAAAAAAAEvA/f0pkAR9QR5A/s400/DSC02237.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596993408968694610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been working on not biting her nails and we had planned to get her a manicure, but with her sore fingers that had to be put off until just last week.  We finally came through and she got a lovely bright green manicure.  No pics though, she is has done amazing at overcoming her biting habit but keeping polish on for more than 1 or 2 days is still a work in progress...Next time I will have to be quicker with the camera and get pics while getting the manicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkAIzZ1XcEA/TayAjldv4TI/AAAAAAAAEuw/vsMA2y1IlA8/s1600/DSC02237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-1992280834425781521?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1992280834425781521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1992280834425781521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1992280834425781521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1992280834425781521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/speaking-of-cuts.html' title='Speaking of Cuts....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TO9a5jUptUQ/TayDYVWVKQI/AAAAAAAAEu4/yBtlN1KXwgo/s72-c/105031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6242944372448466717</id><published>2011-04-21T06:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:40:53.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutter Monster and other terrors</title><content type='html'>A while ago Jacob came into our bedroom in the middle of the night in sheer terror. He was so upset that he was past tears. Franticly telling me the "gutter monster" was going to get him. Over and over I heard the 'gutter monster' mom, he is going to get me. I repeated 'gutter?' over and over asking what this 'gutter monster' was going to do? He replied now with some tears, "He is going to cut me and I don't want him to cut you mommy"  That is when Jay giggled a little in his sleep at my lack of understanding.  The whole time he was telling me of the CUTTER Monster. I wondered why after 15 times of me repeating gutter, Jay didn't just correct me and say cutter Sara, he is saying cutter....?&lt;div&gt;So we calmed him down, snuggled him and got him back to bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next weeks he would tell me about the cutter monster and how scary he was.  I would ask what he looked like but he was unable to articulate a description until he saw this cookie tin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom there is the Cutter Monster.  See he spins like this..." motioning a table saw like motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLSZk-TYZM0/Tax4vBhLiKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/nDP5dRTxOuY/s1600/DSC02289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLSZk-TYZM0/Tax4vBhLiKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/nDP5dRTxOuY/s400/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596981186171472034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days later we were at the &lt;a href="http://www.thewoodconnection.com/furniture/wood-crafts/"&gt;Wood Connection&lt;/a&gt; and after finding a clerk to tell her he has lost his mom, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(bonus mom points)&lt;/span&gt; he found this unfinished leaf and with a terrified excitement yelled "the Cutter Monster!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWQovv_Vs60/Tax4uXIdveI/AAAAAAAAEuY/B0ZM3vuUih0/s400/DSC02287.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596981174793518562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again he showed me how he spins to cut and scare.  Feeling a little weird and not sure why, I proceeded to buy it. Why did I want a reminder of something so frightening to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once it made it's way into our house Alayna got a hold of it and gave it a cheery personality.  And Jacob has not since had any "Cutter Monster" dreams....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBtdh1S0Uhg/Tax4u7PF_zI/AAAAAAAAEug/wtc3ohNpJkA/s1600/DSC02286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBtdh1S0Uhg/Tax4u7PF_zI/AAAAAAAAEug/wtc3ohNpJkA/s400/DSC02286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596981184484998962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He &lt;i&gt;HAS&lt;/i&gt; since had other nightmares or night terrors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screaming (with his eyes open) of bees everywhere in his blankets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue things in his bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another nightmare that he couldn't quite explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tells any listening ears that he had a bad dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JSYK &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(just so you know)&lt;/span&gt; I never even started the St Patricks Day Wood decoration I bought while at the Wood Connection....I guess there will always be next year eh?&lt;/div&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/8506658648527151089-6242944372448466717?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6242944372448466717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6242944372448466717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6242944372448466717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6242944372448466717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/cutter-monster-and-other-terrors.html' title='The Cutter Monster and other terrors'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLSZk-TYZM0/Tax4vBhLiKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/nDP5dRTxOuY/s72-c/DSC02289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4255657267482101249</id><published>2011-04-19T05:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:57:00.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alayna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHqn5DiKk/TayKAYE3OoI/AAAAAAAAEvI/38Yeyt3XWkE/s1600/DSC02383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHqn5DiKk/TayKAYE3OoI/AAAAAAAAEvI/38Yeyt3XWkE/s400/DSC02383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597000175982164610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today Alayna turns 7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Almost everyday she tells me that when she is X years old, Ashtyn will be X years older. Which is always followed with the exasperation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I will &lt;i&gt;NEVER&lt;/i&gt; be older than Ashtyn...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The home teachers came over the other day and she always has an arsenal of questions for them.  One of them was "How old will I be when I am resurrected?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although there is no definite answer on that her hope for being older than Ashtyn is more than just a glimmer....There is a good chance that she will be older than me....She has quite the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As for today, she is SEVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She is wishing she was turning eight with the opportunity to be baptized, but I am glad she gets to be seven.  She is learning so much so fast.  She is an amazing little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of both Jay and I's very favorite thing Alayna does is laugh.  She has the most genuine kid laugh and uses it according to when things are funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She does not force a laugh, if it is not funny to her she doesn't make it up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She was reading Magic Treehouse Mummies in the Mornings and was understanding the silliness and jokes that were weaved into the story and asked "why do they make books funny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alayna LOVES knowledge and is very smart.  She understands things on a level that is much more mature than her age.  For a while she was my silent car rider.  Now she rattles off question after question.  It gets tough to keep up with the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alayna is very determined.  She will work and work to get what she wants.  And it goes the other way.  If it is not her idea or not something she really wants, good luck getting her to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have learned to find ways (not always successful) of making her think it was her idea or something she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If there every was a real life &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsspoW7rSR4"&gt;Ramona&lt;/a&gt;, it would be her.  From the frosting disaster at IKEA to her impromptu &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VoHUSB_bhQ"&gt;Napolean Dynamite&lt;/a&gt; performances in the aisles of the grocery store, almost always including the moon/rain boots and booty shakes, She exudes the meaning of free spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am so glad she chose to be a part of our family.  We LOVE her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JSYK: I got a call while in San Diego with Jay Alayna called me to ask if I could sew some buttons on a shirt for button week.  I told her sure.  with only 2 days between CA trips, I sewed ALL 70 something buttons on that shirt.  I think there must have been a near lethal mix of my project minded mind with a little guilt for leaving her for a week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4255657267482101249?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4255657267482101249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4255657267482101249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4255657267482101249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4255657267482101249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-alayna.html' title='Happy Birthday Alayna!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHqn5DiKk/TayKAYE3OoI/AAAAAAAAEvI/38Yeyt3XWkE/s72-c/DSC02383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1537680717359427770</id><published>2011-04-18T10:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:36:37.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlDt28bXILg/TaxtpwZdlUI/AAAAAAAAEt0/4cK--vB7X14/s1600/DSC02389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlDt28bXILg/TaxtpwZdlUI/AAAAAAAAEt0/4cK--vB7X14/s400/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596969001048446274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a rainy spring day. &lt;div&gt;This time of year I will take the rain over snow any day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first moved into this house (3/05) we were pretty quick to get the front yard sprinklers and grass seed in and then it rained and rained and rained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to get outside and fill the flower beds, but instead went to the library and borrowed every landscaping book available.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved sitting by the fire dreaming of magical fairy landish gardens, while the rain poured.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 years later I still love to dream of all the trees, shrubs and flowers I want to have in this tiny corner of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I enjoy the current state of exploding flowers on the trees and bouquets daffodils and tulips Alayna brings in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; pregnant but grateful to still be cooking this kid...I have to remind myself (almost every minute) that I am blessed to be able to get pregnant, have healthy full term babies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately I still whine, moan and complain every minute as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(32 weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuYlRpanN18/TaxvPiK7wVI/AAAAAAAAEuE/wLBW0mSiz4o/s400/DSC02385.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596970749576069458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My feet, ankles and legs are starting to swell but I have inches to gain there (Don't worry I will post some amazingly grotesque photos when they reach their glory)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay did remind me that I am not even close yet because my nose has not widened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, my nose widens (pretty much my whole face does but the nose thing is real)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did hear my 3 trimester laugh bellow out the other day.  That one always surprises me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my advanced years I have learned to embrace my cackle of a laugh, but when altered with an expanded yet cramped diaphragm and large amounts of excess mass, I startle myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;About a month ago, maybe even 6 weeks or so I finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;made my first to do list since being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfWvsmaMnOo/Taxu9_QXtsI/AAAAAAAAEt8/RdlzhpAftMw/s400/DSC02290.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596970448145856194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; to do lists.  I even crossed off a few of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In fact it is still laying around with a few more black lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned when pregnant with Jacob that projects can't exist when I am pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just frustrates me when I just can't finish them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have no expectations for projects but having a list makes me feel a little more normal and gives me some focus.  I just have to remind myself not to put deadlines on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of today I have 6 weeks and a day until I am induced.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(7 days before my due date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep wondering if I will go on my own this time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been induced with all 3 kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn on her due date.(4 hours from water breaking to delivery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna 6 days early.(45 minutes from water breaking to delivery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob13 days early.(30 minutes from water breaking to delivery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay will be recruiting throughout May so if I do go on my own will he miss it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If my water breaks at home will I make it to the Hospital? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;43 days to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-1537680717359427770?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1537680717359427770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1537680717359427770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1537680717359427770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1537680717359427770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-is-rainy-spring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlDt28bXILg/TaxtpwZdlUI/AAAAAAAAEt0/4cK--vB7X14/s72-c/DSC02389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4340181852364516590</id><published>2011-03-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:25:01.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.5 Weeks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what it is with girl pregnancy but I definitely do not feel the pregnant glow that I felt with Jacob.  With Jacob, I loved my belly and everything that came with it. I wondered when the orneriness was going to set in...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls, including this one, I hate everything and I am so ornery...I would like to shave my head and wear a wig.  My skin drives me crazy, being too dry, too splotchy or a major break out.  I don't feel like 'me'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9Lp5s4Pgs/TW07O4vPKLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/3hDnA_JytEQ/s1600/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9Lp5s4Pgs/TW07O4vPKLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/3hDnA_JytEQ/s400/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579180640316631218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; getting so excited to meet her.  I have been a little worried to have FOUR kids, but I am starting to believe I/we will be able to handle it.  I enjoyed every second of Jacobs infancy.  I just hope I can do the same with this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYI: She is a very wiggly little peanut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4340181852364516590?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4340181852364516590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4340181852364516590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4340181852364516590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4340181852364516590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/03/255-weeks.html' title='25.5 Weeks....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9Lp5s4Pgs/TW07O4vPKLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/3hDnA_JytEQ/s72-c/DSC02252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-899454239722847520</id><published>2011-03-01T11:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:50:47.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Presidents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew posted on FB a Thank You to the Presidents for giving him a long weekend.  I too give a shout out to the Presidents for giving us a long weekend.  We loved every minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, 3 weeks ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won tickets to the Monster Jam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFpHrIHHrdQ/TW1BuQzAXTI/AAAAAAAAErc/z_2jkAfA97k/s1600/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFpHrIHHrdQ/TW1BuQzAXTI/AAAAAAAAErc/z_2jkAfA97k/s400/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187776420601138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I NEVER win anything, so I was thrilled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND just a month ago, I tried to talk Jay into going when it was the Maverik Center but it didn't happen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjaIWnKObME/TW1BuGqbk2I/AAAAAAAAErU/nXKapyfm2n4/s1600/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjaIWnKObME/TW1BuGqbk2I/AAAAAAAAErU/nXKapyfm2n4/s400/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187773700281186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were not too excited but once they heard the roar of the engines they couldn't help but think it was awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTiOefRAQE4/TW1BttEYdxI/AAAAAAAAErM/3aevkZYnpyU/s1600/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTiOefRAQE4/TW1BttEYdxI/AAAAAAAAErM/3aevkZYnpyU/s400/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187766829807378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was loud and super cool to see trucks, like El Toro Loco and Gravedigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-K04aQLAps/TW1Bbfby_fI/AAAAAAAAErE/D3j-aySrMUs/s1600/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-K04aQLAps/TW1Bbfby_fI/AAAAAAAAErE/D3j-aySrMUs/s400/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187453932273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The intermission or half time&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(not sure what it is called)&lt;/span&gt; entertainment had snowmobiles on the dirt jumps.  It was crazy how they could get the snowmachines so high and flip them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were sure Uncle Chad should have been there to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNBOlAESZSs/TW1BawmsAGI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8PmxCC2OyA/s1600/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNBOlAESZSs/TW1BawmsAGI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8PmxCC2OyA/s400/DSC02229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187441361485922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was spent painting the rest of the stairwell and entire upstairs hall and playroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids played with each other and it was so funny to listen to them.  Jacob was playing barbies and was making sure the girls were coming and sitting quietly in his barbie FHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn was telling her sister 'in the game' how she wished she was more fashionable...but just 'in the game....'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay and I had some good laughs listening to them play as we painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNBOlAESZSs/TW1BawmsAGI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8PmxCC2OyA/s1600/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsqZpoHYFeE/TW1F6OqMA4I/AAAAAAAAEr0/6HlOPvjqyhs/s400/DSC02185.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579192380051686274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7RknqsJe2c/TW1F5-MeEdI/AAAAAAAAErs/ry1fpFFlIFQ/s400/DSC02186.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579192375632073170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted a color that would warm up the walls a little but not be too far from the original, just in case we weren't able to get the &lt;i&gt;ENTIRE &lt;/i&gt;house done.  There really is no stopping point when the stairwell runs into the ceiling and all the walls down stairs.  Eventually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(meaning in the next 2 years?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we will probably paint the rest of the main floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JSYK, since we have moved in we have painted &lt;i&gt;every room&lt;/i&gt; in this house minus the upstairs bathroom, kitchen, laundry and 2 of the living room walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because the kids were so patient while we painted on Saturday we rewarded them with a fun-filled Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started with a matinée of  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dNBOlAESZSs/TW1BawmsAGI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8PmxCC2OyA/s1600/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRb79wsKnmQ/TW1CThKdc6I/AAAAAAAAErk/eNx3-o7bWX8/s400/gnomeo-juliet-poster-exclusive.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579188416469103522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in 3D. (Don't love the 3D thing?) but it was a pretty cute movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then for some long over due energy release at &lt;a href="http://www.kangaroozoo.net/zooviews.html"&gt;Kangaroo Zoo&lt;/a&gt; with the Emily and her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgkUj96W2Rk/TW1BaV0VCqI/AAAAAAAAEqs/rgAQzLCaC28/s1600/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgkUj96W2Rk/TW1BaV0VCqI/AAAAAAAAEqs/rgAQzLCaC28/s400/DSC02238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187434170944162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awesome to watch every one of the sprint from bounce house to bounce slide getting red in the face.  By the end Jacob was wet head to toe from sweat.  Jeans and a sweatshirt, not ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But even after a couple hours they were all still running from bounce to bounce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYmxkifpBOQ/TW1BaDhVp1I/AAAAAAAAEqk/5Ei4je0jvNE/s1600/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYmxkifpBOQ/TW1BaDhVp1I/AAAAAAAAEqk/5Ei4je0jvNE/s400/DSC02241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187429259454290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure who the creeper kid is but she wanted to be in the picture...I missed her smile and pose but she had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s400/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579186482526657906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished off the day with dinner at the Red Iguana -- Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1HEfy_5pZY/TW1LtSClNcI/AAAAAAAAEsE/EAPtZIrlKzM/s400/The%2BRed%2BIguana.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579198754690774466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VTts5vsiVI/TW1LtCFBYrI/AAAAAAAAEr8/thS40Nhga9s/s400/img_3914.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579198750406042290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part of the weekend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(and my secret goal)&lt;/span&gt; was to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wear out the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ac8tkEsPvo/TW1BaucbHZI/AAAAAAAAEq0/o_dblxsEARA/s400/DSC02235.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579187440781565330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mission accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEJvcFH6eT8/TW1Ai8qpnXI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2WlpNTfOo5A/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-899454239722847520?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/899454239722847520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=899454239722847520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/899454239722847520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/899454239722847520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-presidents.html' title='Thank you Presidents!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFpHrIHHrdQ/TW1BuQzAXTI/AAAAAAAAErc/z_2jkAfA97k/s72-c/DSC02219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2770428107739575616</id><published>2011-02-17T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:49:38.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runts, Runts, Runts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Jacob, I could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; even look at sweets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately with the girls...sweets are what I reach for first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly fruity ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJK4QO-req0/TVxDJNS6CWI/AAAAAAAAEpA/njCKjHD1uD8/s400/2433.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 87px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404264244676962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted some runts and looked for them at the store I was at and no such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day I looked again and no runts.  So I made a special stop at Maverik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO RUNTS, FOR REAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I was on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JoAnns, nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Target, nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lowes, nope. (they have a few candy bars at the checkout)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hobby Lobby, nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to Maverik and sent Jay searching, nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiths, NO RUNTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was having a serious hankering and knowing I couldn't have them was making it worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was almost to the point of finding them online, cuz you can find &lt;i&gt;anything &lt;/i&gt;online right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well last night I was picking up pictures from Wal-greens and as I have started doing at every store, looked AND found theater size boxes of runts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallelujah!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I exercised great control and did not buy the entire stock of them and left with only 3 boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5v90Pxhdzz4/TVxDIzya9bI/AAAAAAAAEow/J1XSnaSH3Jc/s400/american-wonka-runts-big-family-sized-box-170g-box-168-p.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404257397536178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have already mowed through 1 box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just so you know, I really love the chewy runts as well.  I was craving the regular runts more this time but would have taken the chewy one but in my search they are still MIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CNOSROk44/TVxDJBnthQI/AAAAAAAAEo4/T6UCKYKgs9w/s400/images.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 75px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574404261110711554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Note* When I brought them home, he remembered he had found them and bought me some for V-day, but couldn't remember where he put them....I can't wait till they surface, it will be  happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-2770428107739575616?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2770428107739575616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2770428107739575616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2770428107739575616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2770428107739575616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/runts-runts-runts.html' title='Runts, Runts, Runts.....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJK4QO-req0/TVxDJNS6CWI/AAAAAAAAEpA/njCKjHD1uD8/s72-c/2433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7830510032696902241</id><published>2011-02-16T13:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:26:33.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am starting to get used to the constant nausea and extreme fatigue of this pregnancy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been wanting to do a few projects, so I was ready to make Valentines with the girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had seen all of these on various web sites and pretty much copied each one.  It was great to get a little crafty but not have to come up with the ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found Ashtyn's idea &lt;a href="http://designaglow.com/design/photo-design-project-valentines-day/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but instead of using the glass bottles of crush, we used cans. A little more kid friendly.  She was so excited about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qnpyF2cCgk/TVw1BAHHwAI/AAAAAAAAEog/_8iJL2Skmjg/s1600/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qnpyF2cCgk/TVw1BAHHwAI/AAAAAAAAEog/_8iJL2Skmjg/s400/DSC02201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388730103840770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQNWVbNrif0/TVw1Ap9xZUI/AAAAAAAAEoY/VBACHmV4iA4/s400/DSC02202.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388724159046978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was a little bummed they didn't get to make a box this year, she loved making &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/02/ashtyns-creative-valentines-box.html"&gt;last years&lt;/a&gt; box. But she came home with a cute envelope similar to this one. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_a0QlgjH_s/TVw3sYz9pqI/AAAAAAAAEoo/AmqRD4dv1R8/s400/dsp_pb_kids_valentine_chair_backer.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 305px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574391674492004002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna has a thing for water bottle singles.  You know, those little packets of sugar... So when I saw this valentine &lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/2011/02/guest-project-love-juice-valentines-day.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+blogspot/OivM+(Tatertots+and+Jello)"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I knew it would be for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGckHoDNygc/TVw0vrpFMEI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/27MmH9fXaiY/s1600/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGckHoDNygc/TVw0vrpFMEI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/27MmH9fXaiY/s400/DSC02205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388432551358530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was required to make a box and as we had left it to the last minute &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(the night before) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remembered &lt;a href="http://lastminutemel.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-school-gifts.html"&gt;this idea&lt;/a&gt; and knew it would be perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(meaning fast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.  She painted it and other than cutting out the hole assembled it all her self.  I thought is was adorable and was the perfect Alayna box.  She has named it and is keeping it as a pet in her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw6Y51J6UlY/TVw0vUe-l0I/AAAAAAAAEoI/Sgd_q3qrL1o/s1600/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw6Y51J6UlY/TVw0vUe-l0I/AAAAAAAAEoI/Sgd_q3qrL1o/s400/DSC02208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388426334967618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just like everything else, I found Jacob's valentine's idea online &lt;a href="http://thirtyhandmadedays.com/2011/01/valentines-day-i-wheelie-like-you/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  He loved making and giving Valentine's like his sisters.  Although he kept asking if all his friends were going to share their cars with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJytPxGqXu0/TVw0u1fZroI/AAAAAAAAEoA/-oKq7x8wDxw/s1600/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJytPxGqXu0/TVw0u1fZroI/AAAAAAAAEoA/-oKq7x8wDxw/s400/DSC02209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388418015243906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hung out as a family V-day night with a heart shaped pizza from Papa Murphy's and then frosted sugar cookies for some neighbors.  I should have snapped a pic of Jay doing the frosting.  He was the ace of cookies and here are some of the ones he did.  In fact after watching how intense he was on making the 'cute', I let him do ALL the frosting.  The girls added a few conversation hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDrDFUuIy0w/TVw0ue7JurI/AAAAAAAAEn4/KwRKmUPiTRg/s1600/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDrDFUuIy0w/TVw0ue7JurI/AAAAAAAAEn4/KwRKmUPiTRg/s400/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388411957623474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rv4sG-ZWWkI/TVw0toM6QAI/AAAAAAAAEnw/CiRC91u4aIw/s400/DSC02211.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388397268156418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay and I celebrated Friday night with a couples massage and hooking up his bowl gift (a TV).  Jacob calls it the flying tv, it is mounted pretty high.  His v-day gift was a wifi blu ray for movies and netflix in our room.  (That man loves movies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was very thoughtful in his V-day shopping as well, he surprised us at FHE with a bag of goodies.  For the kids, rings and little decorations for their bathroom.  For me a book and plaque/picture.  He was very thoughtful and so unsuspecting....decorations for the girls bathroom...?go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7830510032696902241?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7830510032696902241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7830510032696902241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7830510032696902241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7830510032696902241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qnpyF2cCgk/TVw1BAHHwAI/AAAAAAAAEog/_8iJL2Skmjg/s72-c/DSC02201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5308439709301027650</id><published>2011-02-08T09:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:25:39.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George on a whim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After summer camp, the season, the holidays and recruiting, I get pretty excited for Jay to have February Fridays off.  Both Jay and I think of enough stuff to do for 3 months of Fridays.  So with bunches of options we finally decided Thurs night at 6pm to pack up and head south for some sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed with Jay's parents and the kids had a blast.  Ferrell took them to feed the cows on the little farm behind them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqPWjh96I/AAAAAAAAEmo/rMMk9bKGK4Y/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571351026019202978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding the calf with a bottle was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqPj3Z9GI/AAAAAAAAEmw/i1WMbL-FJIM/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571351029592224866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed the camera on the way out and had the battery on the charger.  I grabbed the battery but for some reason put it down (along with my running shoes) So we only got a few pictures with Jay's I-phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday Jay went golfing while the kids and I went to the Washington City rec center pool.  Golfing and swimming, it was like summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFyYNh5JWI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/xtN7GKfwP7s/s400/washington-recreation-3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571359974308259170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we pulled into St George Jay asked me what I wanted to do.  I told him I wanted to find &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/01/i-cant-tell-if-vacation-is-good-for.html"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; and I wanted to buy a Steelers sweatshirt for gameday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(No such luck on the Steelers sweatshirt...that is probably why they lost, I wasn't wearing my black and yellow,black and yellow, black and yellow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We asked everyone where this fun red rock playground was, I even had Jay text &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/01/i-cant-tell-if-vacation-is-good-for.html"&gt;CJane's&lt;/a&gt; brother.  But it was Jay's niece Caydee who was able to get us there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Which made up for her spilling 40 ounces of her 44ounce pink lemonade in our car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was exactly what I had hoped for.  Perfect for exploring and getting energy out.  The kids loved finding holes, tunnels, arches and slots.  Alayna said she thought she was going to not like the hike but it turned into the best hike EVER! It was beautiful and warm.  The sun made my jeans hot and that made me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqQa2XWxI/AAAAAAAAEnI/R3UUDG78W4w/s1600/photo%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqQa2XWxI/AAAAAAAAEnI/R3UUDG78W4w/s400/photo%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571351044351810322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqQFotHbI/AAAAAAAAEnA/PBnfo1kh9KA/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqQFotHbI/AAAAAAAAEnA/PBnfo1kh9KA/s400/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571351038657371570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqQFotHbI/AAAAAAAAEnA/PBnfo1kh9KA/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqP896cjI/AAAAAAAAEm4/fG7qu_RTkUk/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqP896cjI/AAAAAAAAEm4/fG7qu_RTkUk/s400/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571351036330406450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay went golfing again in the afternoon and I took the girls to &lt;a href="http://brushfirepottery.biz/"&gt;Brush Fire&lt;/a&gt;.  They were so excited but unfortunately Brush Fire was in the middle of a move and said we could come back monday  :( The girls were disappointed but had great attitudes about it.  I took them to Michaels and we found some other projects for them to paint back at the house.  They said it was better than the original plan. AND we didn't have to wait a week and figure a way to get our pottery to Salt Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could live in St George.  We love the &lt;a href="http://www.paradehome.com/"&gt;Parade of Homes&lt;/a&gt; down there, the houses are so fun and different from up north.  Maybe we will go back in 2 weeks for that.  I wouldn't mind a little more sun.&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/8506658648527151089-5308439709301027650?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5308439709301027650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5308439709301027650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5308439709301027650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5308439709301027650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-george-on-whim.html' title='St George on a whim.'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TVFqPWjh96I/AAAAAAAAEmo/rMMk9bKGK4Y/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8542451455780929736</id><published>2011-02-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T05:42:00.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The belly bump - 19.5 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr3FGdNI-I/AAAAAAAAEmc/MDq5sJ7MZ_4/s1600/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr3FGdNI-I/AAAAAAAAEmc/MDq5sJ7MZ_4/s400/DSC02101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535556201554914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love looking at &lt;i&gt;other people's&lt;/i&gt; belly bumps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be glad to have these later....maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(this was taken Jan 13th, the day I found out she is a she.  I am now 24 weeks, hmmm time for another one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8542451455780929736?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8542451455780929736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8542451455780929736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8542451455780929736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8542451455780929736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/belly-bump-195-weeks.html' title='The belly bump - 19.5 weeks'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr3FGdNI-I/AAAAAAAAEmc/MDq5sJ7MZ_4/s72-c/DSC02101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2578731760783885633</id><published>2011-02-05T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:38:00.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah's Signing Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the biggest deceptions people have of the coaching profession is, thinking that once the season is over you get the rest of the year off....Nope Jay has been up to his eyeballs in recruiting since December.  He recruits all year but it gets pretty intense come Dec/Jan.  Currently he recruits the state of Utah and Las Vegas, but that didn't stop him from going to TX, LA &amp;amp; CA. This year of the 19 signed recruits he was responsible for  signing 9 of those athletes! You can read about them &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/utes/51175101-89/utah-utes-state-bingham.html.csp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rivals.yahoo.com/footballrecruiting/football/recruiting/commitments/2011/utah-94;_ylt=ArYjNWoEIHj44rx8a9MWhSZJPZB4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have made the effort to make sure we support Jay as much as possible.  I think that no matter what job you have involving the family as much as possible shows both the employer how invested you are but also shows your kids why Dad (or mom) is gone and what they are doing while they are not with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my earliest memories are going to work with my dad.  Once he changed careers and was a teacher, I would go to his classroom after school was out and play in the chemistry labs, write on chalkboards.  As we were older we helped correct papers.  We as a family were invested in his and my mom's careers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As our kids get older, they have learned to form real relationships with some of these players and have learned that the good things in life are earned with hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23zcwWMI/AAAAAAAAEmU/z1KKwxEGc0Q/s1600/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23zcwWMI/AAAAAAAAEmU/z1KKwxEGc0Q/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535327761094850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23mvev8I/AAAAAAAAEmM/BV5Gih5SiOw/s1600/DSC02178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23mvev8I/AAAAAAAAEmM/BV5Gih5SiOw/s400/DSC02178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535324349972418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23avxllI/AAAAAAAAEmE/YhVd9rBoO6g/s1600/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23avxllI/AAAAAAAAEmE/YhVd9rBoO6g/s400/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535321129981522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had 1000 fans at the signing party, which is a good start for jumping into the PAC 12 hopefully we can continue the support and get 10 times that to the spring game.  They had a bounce house, sports court, football throw, merchandise, dinner and a program to introduce the new recruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23PmtnTI/AAAAAAAAEl8/U2kN2ddwFdU/s1600/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23PmtnTI/AAAAAAAAEl8/U2kN2ddwFdU/s400/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535318139182386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23PmtnTI/AAAAAAAAEl8/U2kN2ddwFdU/s1600/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr229ryF6I/AAAAAAAAEl0/M_XRd_hmSr4/s1600/DSC02182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr229ryF6I/AAAAAAAAEl0/M_XRd_hmSr4/s400/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535313328609186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23PmtnTI/AAAAAAAAEl8/U2kN2ddwFdU/s1600/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This has been a stressful recruiting season for the staff.  They were short 3 coaches, so many areas were not combed through as carefully as they should have been.  Then add the pressure of the PAC 12.  In the MWC you can battle against 1-2 PAC 10 schools and win the majority of the time, if you lose that recruit it doesn't really hurt.  If you are up against 5-8 PAC 10 schools and you lose, well now you don't have that player and you will be playing against that player.  In a profession where 1 season can determine if you have a job or not, getting those recruits is crucial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am looking forward to this season and the excitement it &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; hold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(And the fact that I won't be pregnant anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As far as Jay's schedule, we are looking forward to having fridays off in February and spring break in March.  Jay is excited to get with the staff.  Getting to know and learning from the new coaches &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Davis_(American_football)"&gt;Tim Davis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norm_chow"&gt;Norm Chow&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-2578731760783885633?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2578731760783885633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2578731760783885633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2578731760783885633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2578731760783885633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/utahs-signing-day-2011.html' title='Utah&apos;s Signing Day 2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr23zcwWMI/AAAAAAAAEmU/z1KKwxEGc0Q/s72-c/DSC02177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8733218980780977522</id><published>2011-02-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T05:37:00.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of many....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr2JHFxgaI/AAAAAAAAEls/WpYYijBAhCQ/s1600/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr2JHFxgaI/AAAAAAAAEls/WpYYijBAhCQ/s400/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569534525579559330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob threw his metal train and got her good.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was a day or two after....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her we could match her other eye with purple eye shadow, but then people might think she had 2 black eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On to round 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-8733218980780977522?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8733218980780977522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8733218980780977522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8733218980780977522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8733218980780977522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-of-many.html' title='The first of many....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUr2JHFxgaI/AAAAAAAAEls/WpYYijBAhCQ/s72-c/DSC02124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7734758666735540026</id><published>2011-02-03T10:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:37:13.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashtyn's Turns 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last year Alayna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(by her actions and attitude)&lt;/span&gt; chose not to have a friend party.  The girls learned that friend parties were privileges and not an entitlement.  Ashtyn on her own accord (back in April '10) decided that she didn't need a friend party every year and for her next birthday she would skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;January approached she tried to stick to her plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but Ashtyn loves a party as much as I do and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She wanted to celebrate with her friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I figure here in a year or so she will just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;want the party money for clothes, right..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So with the idea from Amy, we made last minute plans for a smash hit party at the &lt;a href="http://www.mykaraokecafe.com/"&gt;Karaoke Cafe&lt;/a&gt;.  It was the perfect solution for my current lazy condition.  Parents drop off and pick up at the cafe, my house is not turned into a 10-12 year old wasteland and the girls partied like rock stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrs7udvcDI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Z9Wwo2O8dGo/s400/DSC02132.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569524400026251314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parents could even watch the party live online...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrs863gfNI/AAAAAAAAElM/01_pilUNr3k/s400/DSC02146.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569524420535418066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can rent out the cafe's party room but it does not have the awesome ambiance that this room has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all we had to do was order drinks and appetizers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are all the girls singing 'Happy Birthday' and Ashtyn loving every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrs8M_XW4I/AAAAAAAAElE/IIj_5fSCqPU/s400/DSC02148.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569524408220343170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrttowP5FI/AAAAAAAAElk/a6RYx5MNbjI/s400/DSC02141.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569525257486722130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We planned a 2.5 hour long party which was great for the girls, but it was a loud crazy 2.5 hours. (I don't know what I was thinking I usually have a 1.5 hour party rule)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn's real birthday was on Monday and so we celebrated with dinner at Ashtyn's choice 'The Old Spaghetti Factory' and a few gifts at home.  She was so excited for the Just Dance 2 wii game.  She is still working on getting Jay to play it with her...(that just might be &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/americas-funniest-home-videos"&gt;AFV&lt;/a&gt; moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrtIzVKaKI/AAAAAAAAElc/ygAwmu_vjMw/s400/DSC02167.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569524624670746786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say it with every birthday, but they grow so fast.  I have loved watching her grow up.  She has such an easy personality.  She can talk to anyone about anything.  She comes home and tells me &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;.  I hope she will continue to confide and communicate through these next few years.  She is so caring and concerned about everyone around her.  She tries so hard to make everyone feel included.  Her teachers have all just loved her and her happy attitude about everything.  She looks for the positive in everything.  Even when we were losing to BSU she was telling me of all the things the team had accomplished and what they should be proud of.  She loves being a girl and loves fashion without being &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; high maintenance.  She is such a big help to me and her siblings.  She will make having this 4th child so much easier.  I am so blessed to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-7734758666735540026?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7734758666735540026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7734758666735540026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7734758666735540026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7734758666735540026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/02/ashtyns-turns-11.html' title='Ashtyn&apos;s Turns 11'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TUrs7udvcDI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Z9Wwo2O8dGo/s72-c/DSC02132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8629408146021686291</id><published>2011-01-27T22:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:57:35.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>Jay woke me up this morning for family prayers and told me he can tell when I sleep good because I smile while I sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob asked me if he could sit on my lap. That always makes my happy, he is so loving.  Then he said when he gets bigger I can sit on his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay called at 10 am and said his phone battery was already half gone from being on it since the moment he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called a few minutes later to tell me he would be flying to New Orleans with Coach Whit on a private jet, so they could have their own time schedule and skip the airport hassles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin is having a girl.  Out of 8 of us who are pregnant, 6 girls, 1 boy and 1 unknown...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to have great friendships that have lasted through the years and have made my last few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to be a better friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashtyn's room is almost done.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might move into her room, I love it and so does she.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so annoyed that I hate being pregnant so much...seriously Sara, get over it you have 18 more weeks.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alayna shared her fountain drink with me....It was a combination of orange soda and root beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(giving practice spelling tests, carpools, reading to Jacob a few of todays favorites.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that my backside looks as pregnant as the front....:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that Jay will get on the plane when he is done and be home tonight instead of having to wait for a flight tomorrow.  Going to an empty bed gets old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing day is less than a week away. Pray that we get the ones we want, the ones we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder who this little girl in my belly is going to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8506658648527151089-8629408146021686291?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8629408146021686291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8629408146021686291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8629408146021686291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8629408146021686291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-838724983906958409</id><published>2011-01-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:11:00.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!? Is that Annoying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday, Jay returned from New Orleans and had a minute to meet up for lunch before heading out recruiting schools here in the valley.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was excited to see him and to eat something other than cereal for lunch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I threw all three kiddos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(no school monday or tuesday)&lt;/span&gt; in the car and headed out. Jacob was being goofy and was making a sound similar to the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cVlTeIATBs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;most annoying sound in the world&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I calmly said one of my usual car sayings"Jacob that is too noisy" and he replied as if he were a 13 year old Jay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"What!?! Is that annoying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5TOOL9sI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/eeKAVWfyIt8/s1600/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5TOOL9sI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/eeKAVWfyIt8/s400/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563978867037435586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5SB6S5SI/AAAAAAAAEkI/Y0UXbQKi3Ok/s400/DSC02115.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563978846552909090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5TOOL9sI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/eeKAVWfyIt8/s1600/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun was out, temperatures were above freezing for the first time in forever and I was in a happy mood for the first time in forever-20 weeks (I know poor Jay and family) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said "Isn't it a beautiful day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob replied "No it isn't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I retort "It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a beautiful a day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob likes this game and continues with a "No it's not"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pull out the mommy growl and snarl "It is a beautiful day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5Ru_-tNI/AAAAAAAAEkA/5x5Zfn5XyPY/s1600/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5Ru_-tNI/AAAAAAAAEkA/5x5Zfn5XyPY/s400/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563978841476478162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jacob giggles and says "Mommy you are such a &lt;i&gt;GOON&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5RE0ZEII/AAAAAAAAEj4/R68c0gDcam0/s1600/DSC02118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5RE0ZEII/AAAAAAAAEj4/R68c0gDcam0/s400/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563978830153584770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this little guy.  He is so full of life, love, happiness and destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5Qhk_mqI/AAAAAAAAEjw/83_UoyzWAA0/s1600/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5Qhk_mqI/AAAAAAAAEjw/83_UoyzWAA0/s400/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563978820693760674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna is at the top of her class in AR reading and in reading fluency. She won her class spelling bee and will be participating in the school wide spelling bee at the end of the week. I know total mom pride but.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She brought home this spelling test with an 80%. I look to see what word she has missed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5Qhk_mqI/AAAAAAAAEjw/83_UoyzWAA0/s1600/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTdDgvNXRkI/AAAAAAAAEkY/y7hH1gnWHG8/s400/img040.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563990094346929730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep that last word is not correct...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what word she was trying to spell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;War &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like we need to keep working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-838724983906958409?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/838724983906958409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=838724983906958409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/838724983906958409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/838724983906958409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-that-annoying.html' title='What?!? Is that Annoying?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTc5TOOL9sI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/eeKAVWfyIt8/s72-c/DSC02114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6287792790894560977</id><published>2011-01-19T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:32:00.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Lucky Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay and I were married two days after Christmas and in between semesters.  We both graduated from Ricks and He started at the University of Utah.  It was a crazy whirlwind getting everything to fit just right in the time we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why would it be any different on our anniversary? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Anniversary has been hastily celebrated at a bowl game with a bunch of football players or at the cabin with all our family.  And with Christmas, traveling and everything else that is happening in December it sometimes get pushed under the rug, til we run out to dinner that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past 2 years I decided maybe I should put some thought into getting Jay something or do something special for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I made him a calendar.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cute friend and fellow football wife said she wanted to do a photo shoot for her Husband and invited me along.  I thought it would be a perfect anniversary present...a 12 month calendar for 12 years of marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The photographer did a good job and Jay hung it in his office all year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPw1Y-MkfI/AAAAAAAAEjM/8dZFQgeYLIE/s400/DSC02111.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054764759749106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year I was a little late with the idea and the shopping but still accomplished what I set out to do.  We celebrated 13 lucky years and because some consider 13 to be an unlucky number I went with gifts to bring Jay and our marriage luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPw1MKemuI/AAAAAAAAEjE/wEQktdYW0X8/s1600/DSC02113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPw1MKemuI/AAAAAAAAEjE/wEQktdYW0X8/s400/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054761321601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a little google research I made a list of things that would bring us luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironically I don't really believe much into lucky items, but Jay is very superstitious and quietly believes in such lucky items (side note: &lt;i&gt;most &lt;/i&gt;coaches are to some extent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we have the elephant clock with his head raised for 'extra' luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A dream catcher to take away the bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lucky lady bug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lucky buddha (I think this particular statue if for good health?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lucky money tree. That almost died in the freezing temps of Island Park but is coming back thank goodness, Jay was really worried about that one. Of all things to let the money tree die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lucky fortune cookie coin purse to hold all his lucky dimes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every heads up dime he finds is good for a win on the field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky cologne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheesy but the effort was made and it is fun to see the superstitious side of that man I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to start thinking about 14....what goes with 14...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6287792790894560977?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6287792790894560977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6287792790894560977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6287792790894560977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6287792790894560977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/thirteen-lucky-years.html' title='Thirteen Lucky Years!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPw1Y-MkfI/AAAAAAAAEjM/8dZFQgeYLIE/s72-c/DSC02111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1691929693056194396</id><published>2011-01-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:07:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2010/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last 2 posts were a little wordy and I am getting a little warm from all that hot air....So a few pictures, less wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Christmas we headed up to the NEGATIVE temperatures of Island Park and the best R&amp;amp;R you can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a LOT of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsT15V7gI/AAAAAAAAEi8/77bUQznLi2Q/s1600/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsT15V7gI/AAAAAAAAEi8/77bUQznLi2Q/s400/DSC02068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049790361955842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And a LOT of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsToUDsdI/AAAAAAAAEi0/kiauZLXxaxo/s1600/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsToUDsdI/AAAAAAAAEi0/kiauZLXxaxo/s400/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049786715910610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsTQVoNUI/AAAAAAAAEis/HUW1aIYb1Qw/s1600/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsTQVoNUI/AAAAAAAAEis/HUW1aIYb1Qw/s400/DSC02073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049780280046914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsS-2O-NI/AAAAAAAAEik/vqUvzrI8kq4/s1600/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsS-2O-NI/AAAAAAAAEik/vqUvzrI8kq4/s400/DSC02093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049775584966866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsS-2O-NI/AAAAAAAAEik/vqUvzrI8kq4/s1600/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;explanation...a luge track that starts on the roof and throws you into the driveway after a hairpin curve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;More of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsSogmJ3I/AAAAAAAAEic/deJHQeOJWQM/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsSogmJ3I/AAAAAAAAEic/deJHQeOJWQM/s400/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049769588631410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we rang in the New Year with a bang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids ready in the fox hole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrn743LlI/AAAAAAAAEiE/9E2YH0nIB9g/s400/DSC02089.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049036056309330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lighter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTProVNyuiI/AAAAAAAAEiM/kSe7HUaHu-M/s400/DSC02087.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049042854984226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTProgQ0UKI/AAAAAAAAEiU/Qx83ElyXp90/s1600/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTProgQ0UKI/AAAAAAAAEiU/Qx83ElyXp90/s400/DSC02086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049045820461218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrnssrtRI/AAAAAAAAEh8/71i6FPVT4y0/s1600/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrnssrtRI/AAAAAAAAEh8/71i6FPVT4y0/s400/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049031978693906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrnZ-IRDI/AAAAAAAAEh0/br1lFiv485E/s1600/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrnZ-IRDI/AAAAAAAAEh0/br1lFiv485E/s1600/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPrnZ-IRDI/AAAAAAAAEh0/br1lFiv485E/s400/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049026951595058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-1691929693056194396?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1691929693056194396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1691929693056194396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1691929693056194396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1691929693056194396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-20102011.html' title='New Years Eve 2010/2011'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPsT15V7gI/AAAAAAAAEi8/77bUQznLi2Q/s72-c/DSC02068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5940575091689965296</id><published>2011-01-17T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:07:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Bowl 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We love going to bowl games! And this one being our 10th bowl game, we have got a pretty good system down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every football family loves going to bowls, in fact not every football family &lt;i&gt;goes &lt;/i&gt;to the bowl games.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know and understand why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in a hotel for 5 days without a schedule or the comforts of home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids that can't go to bed at night because of the thrill of the stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially difficult with young kids, napping kids, schedule kids etc...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;You are still a single mom for most of the trip&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of the schedule the coaches keep; meetings, practices, meals and more meetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been many trips where I can remember sitting on the floor outside the hotel room in the hall reading magazines waiting for Alayna to finally fall asleep in a nap she desperately needed.  Or when I was 24 weeks pregnant and walked 2 miles with a 4 year old Ashtyn carrying her at times to a gas station to get a cheap lunch because there was no other options. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT the memories my kids have are endless.  I love hearing "remember that bowl game when..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, they miss school, their schedules, class parties, usually Christmas parties but if we stayed home that would be one more week we don't see dad and don't support our dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things that make bowls easier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that each bowl has a site with the general schedule and from that I can usually figure out the things that families will be required to go to and the days we will need to schedule our own activities.  I always mark and plan for the wives luncheon very first.  Most of the time they have an coordinating activity for the kids.  Sometimes there is an age limit when I need to make arrangements for help.  I have used Jay's family, older kids of fellow staff members and have even brought along a sitter to help out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I get a general idea of the schedule (usually a few weeks in advance) I search things to do in the area.  We have gone to places like the New Orleans Zoo, Graceland, Legoland, miniature trains and even some city parks. I look for as much as we can in walking distance.  Walking the kids wears them out and makes them sleep better and even take naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the sporadic schedules, I usually only plan for one big excursion day.  That day most likely being the day before the game.  This is the day they shut down the hotel game room and the coaches are busy in preparation so there is no chance of seeing dad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time is spent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; --exploring the hotel-- finding the gift shops, elevators, stairs, top floor, game room, hospitality room, pool, exercise facility, walking paths, outdoor gardens etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--using the game room and ball rooms--the bowl sets up a room with snacks, drinks and treats, multiple gaming consoles, foosball table, air hockey, pool perfect for a few hours of entertainment.  If the game room gets boring we bought a soccer ball and bouncy balls that made for hours of entertainment in the ball room not to mention tag and other energy draining games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--finding opportunities to hang out with dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I like to bring or purchase at the nearby Walgreens a new coloring book and or toy (particularly my girls like petshops, squinkies and Jacob loves cars) good in room entertainment while I flip through channels, nap or shower.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the relaxing unscheduled part of a bowl game.  Sleeping in, cartoons, 2 meal days because you slept late and breakfast is now brunch, lunch becomes dinner and dinner is a treat from somewhere fun or special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Winding down the evening early with an in room movie is now a tradition. And most times they are asleep before it even ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As often as we can we try to cheer on the players and attend the media dinners, luncheons and pep rally's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now make sure you also prepare for the unknowns....and when I say prepare I mean remember it is not the end of the world and things will be o.k. even if your pantie wearing 2 year old has a mean bout of diarrhea on the bus in the middle of a dozen big 18-24 year old football players and you definitely didn't bring the necessities you will find a way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be o.k. if your 4 year old gets the worst raging case of very contagious pink eye ever. Your Doc can send a prescription to the concierge's suggested pharmacy and you can have it under control in 12 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be o.k. if your child has a total thermal nuclear meltdown because you have NO where to be and can put the child in a timeout and have quiet time in the hotel room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be o.k. if your 6 year old barfs the entire first half of the initial traveling, kids are resilient and usually a good nights sleep will cure it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year was the Vegas bowl.  I did not take as many pics as I should have but her are some of our highlights....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner with the Broncos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSSug6TdI/AAAAAAAAEhs/RmU7ISQx3O0/s1600/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSSug6TdI/AAAAAAAAEhs/RmU7ISQx3O0/s400/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563021183898242514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The lions at the MGM Grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSSS1gSvI/AAAAAAAAEhk/4B_1subteWg/s1600/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSSS1gSvI/AAAAAAAAEhk/4B_1subteWg/s400/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563021176468425458" /&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;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Looking at the new bridge over the Hoover Dam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSR3V8-qI/AAAAAAAAEhc/FWpG08sf7lA/s1600/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSR3V8-qI/AAAAAAAAEhc/FWpG08sf7lA/s400/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563021169088330402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking toward the &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt; bridge that goes over and is the Hoover Dam.  A bucket list destination that I have wanted to visit ever since &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2xe_xxuiUY"&gt;this movie&lt;/a&gt; and I can now check it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSRnTNlcI/AAAAAAAAEhU/9Qt8T0rP7bM/s1600/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSRnTNlcI/AAAAAAAAEhU/9Qt8T0rP7bM/s400/DSC02024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563021164781868482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rainforest Cafe, the girls very most favorite restaurant that is overpriced for blah&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(read disgusting) &lt;/span&gt;food but the atmosphere is so fun. And did I say the kids LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSRcpTQqI/AAAAAAAAEhM/POgxid8_iP8/s1600/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSRcpTQqI/AAAAAAAAEhM/POgxid8_iP8/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563021161921725090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jacob getting close and personal with the 'real' Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRgX9H5eI/AAAAAAAAEhE/LFJEE-9mgSY/s1600/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRgX9H5eI/AAAAAAAAEhE/LFJEE-9mgSY/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563020318849099234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Actually the secretary was the one who said this would be a great pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...Of course, I agreed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walking along the strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRf-HU6oI/AAAAAAAAEg8/pM6MiCH1Ri0/s1600/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRf-HU6oI/AAAAAAAAEg8/pM6MiCH1Ri0/s400/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563020311912573570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And who could forget, the reason for the season....The game....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay coaching them up, making sure everyone knows their assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRfl0-sxI/AAAAAAAAEg0/1cXWRLeY9ig/s1600/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRfl0-sxI/AAAAAAAAEg0/1cXWRLeY9ig/s400/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563020305393169170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's over, the game, the week, the vacation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRfPvb9PI/AAAAAAAAEgs/QO2TuqpTl9A/s1600/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRfPvb9PI/AAAAAAAAEgs/QO2TuqpTl9A/s400/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563020299464340722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jay specifically said "DON'T!" post this picture anywhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I am documenting reality.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know Jay, he is NOT crying...This is what happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you put in 80+ hours a week.  When you don't see your kids awake from the time you leave church on sunday until wednesday night. When you miss out on piano recitals, school award ceremonies and slack in your callings a bit. When you live on a few hours of sleep a night. All for 4 hours of 18-24 year old kids running and pushing each other around.  And at the end of that 4 hours when the confetti doesn't fly down on you, you put your head in your hands and say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what. just. happened?&lt;/span&gt; What went wrong and how am I going to not let this happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRe4-isdI/AAAAAAAAEgk/PZ_otCs-hXE/s1600/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRe4-isdI/AAAAAAAAEgk/PZ_otCs-hXE/s1600/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPRe4-isdI/AAAAAAAAEgk/PZ_otCs-hXE/s400/DSC02042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563020293353681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first bowl loss in 10 years. The only one we have ever and hope to ever experience again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8506658648527151089-5940575091689965296?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5940575091689965296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5940575091689965296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5940575091689965296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5940575091689965296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegas-bowl-2010.html' title='Vegas Bowl 2010'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPSSug6TdI/AAAAAAAAEhs/RmU7ISQx3O0/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3783714067870668063</id><published>2011-01-16T20:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:06:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPOCKyugnI/AAAAAAAAEgc/xkNOxKN4Row/s1600/crying-baby-257x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPOCKyugnI/AAAAAAAAEgc/xkNOxKN4Row/s400/crying-baby-257x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563016501384872562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jay and I were asked to speak in church today.  Jay spoke, I bawled and blubbered.  I told the Bishopric that it was unfair to ask an emotional pregnant lady to speak and tried to say no and get out of it, but to no avail.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I boo hoo'd through my laurel lesson the previous week and knew I was in trouble.  Not to mention that I sweat like a 'fat chick at cartwheel camp' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(I totally copied that from our 'new year' friend)&lt;/span&gt; anytime I have to speak in front of people.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparation, I asked everyone I could about what they could enlighten me on the given topic and they all had great insights which lead to a decent talk, if only they could have understood it through the sniffs and hoo hoo's.  When I asked Emily O. she said to forget preparation and just get up mumble through crying for a few minutes and say amen.  Which is about what I did... only I added little extra crying for effect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay had us all ready and kids in the car running 15 minutes early.  That is when the panic started.  I stayed in the house and started to shake, feeling like I was going to pass out, so I reached for something to eat.  Jay walked in and with the dessert from last night recruiting trip &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;i&gt;HEAVENLY read with angels ahh-ing raspberry torte)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in hand I lost it. The dam had broke and tears were running like the amazon river.  Patiently he ate the dessert with me got me some nuts and a coke telling me it was a magic potion and we left for church.  Trying to keep things together Jay kept things light and reassuring me I was going be fine.  I on the other hand was envisioning me passing out hitting the pulpit and blood.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the reservoirs under control until the sweet youth speaker spoke of her family being sealed.  I lost it, the shake cry with snot and everything.  I blew my nose and a huge snot bubble grew out from under the kleenex.  NOT GOOD!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Then it was my turn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay said to speak until I couldn't anymore.  I got up and started with a few tears, then a bit of composure then completely lost it, turned to Jay just minutes in and was to the point of not being able to talk.  He gave me that coaches look like you've got this just do it.  And as much as I wanted to just walk out and cry in the car, I made it through my entire 8 page talk....Not sure how much was understood but when I sat down I had an overwhelming feeling of "you said what I wanted you to say" Which made me cry a little more.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure our ward feels really bad for Jay and the kids after witnessing the nutso side show performance?? And a few I'm sure won't speak to me until I pop this kid out for fear of being snotted on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I cried, I did the ugly shake cry and snot was excessive but the talk was given, I did what was asked (And I can pretty much GUARANTEE they &lt;i&gt;A'INT&lt;/i&gt; asking me to speak again for the rest of their time as a Bishopric. Which lucky for me they were just put in.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said he wished he and mom could come down and listen to us speak so for them I put my talk in google docs and you can go read it by &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RduRwnOggUPKqg2SrFNYYzo9kz31MMnnWDOkdVPYgCg/edit?hl=en&amp;amp;authkey=CNCMzdUB"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;.  Lucky for them they can read it minus my snot.&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/8506658648527151089-3783714067870668063?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3783714067870668063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3783714067870668063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3783714067870668063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3783714067870668063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/jay-and-i-were-asked-to-speak-in-church.html' title=''/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TTPOCKyugnI/AAAAAAAAEgc/xkNOxKN4Row/s72-c/crying-baby-257x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-232312903093152138</id><published>2011-01-10T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T05:43:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZnbYsx0kI/AAAAAAAAEes/xj8uv6SCuUY/s400/DSC01971.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244510219850306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so sick with this pregnancy and haven't been able to much more than survive. But I was determined to have the decorations up so we could enjoy them before we headed out on our crazy travel schedule. I think we got a good 10 days of holiday enjoyment ;)  I forgot to take pictures of the other parts of the house that were decorated, like the hutch, mantle and buffet.  I guess there is always next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlLm-5PrI/AAAAAAAAEeE/UUbvVioA0c0/s400/DSC01965.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242040152768178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob was excited to put on the star.  Although I'm not sure he has recovered from the wedgie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year we had to add a few lights at the bottom of the pre lit tree.  Even after checking lights and changing fuses it was still dark.  This year even fewer were lit.  I looked around for a new tree and found some gorgeous ones on KSL for a great price.  The only problem - our living room is so tiny that a chubby full tree is not going to work.  This one I got at wally world after Christmas 5 years ago for $35!  It is the &lt;i&gt;PERFECT&lt;/i&gt; size.  With the star on it almost touches the ceiling but narrow enough you can still get around it.  AND I love the branches, Did not see one like it.  SO Jay had the bright idea of cutting off all 600 lights.  "It'll just take 20 minutes" he said.  3 hours later.... I ran to Target for strings of lights.  It took us 4 days to get the tree up and fully decorated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlMtT1w5I/AAAAAAAAEec/c1rKIEFYrio/s400/DSC01978.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242059031102354" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlNEG3_MI/AAAAAAAAEek/1zdTDUp2CIs/s400/DSC01977.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242065150737602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up, like many others we had the tradition of a new ornament each year.  I tried to start that tradition but with only 3 then 4 family members it wasn't much of a decorated tree.  I decided to do a new set of ornaments for the past few years to fill out the tree.  I started with little book ornaments and then one year I found the glittered snowflakes. Another year I glued ribbon to the scented pine cones. (probably my favorite ornament)  Then I bought balls and bells.  This past year I found the giant balls and added the gold leaves and berries.  I got a little crazy and even added the green ribbon throughout.  (Last year while at a friends house she had ribbon on her tree and it looked so finished so I copied.) Maybe by the time my kids are grown and out of the house I will have sets of ornaments for each of them??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlMWdvOrI/AAAAAAAAEeU/kHsrKmJaa18/s400/DSC01980.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242052898601650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlLm-5PrI/AAAAAAAAEeE/UUbvVioA0c0/s1600/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZlMO962lI/AAAAAAAAEeM/xolIYuvjGN0/s400/DSC01967.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242050886097490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the traditional red green and gold of the tree, but I am getting really sick of the brown chairs, yellow(gold) curtains and yellow wall.  I can't decide if it is just the pregnancy, the time of year or if it's just time to change after 5 years?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Always thinking of the next project...even when I am too tired to do them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-232312903093152138?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/232312903093152138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=232312903093152138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/232312903093152138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/232312903093152138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZnbYsx0kI/AAAAAAAAEes/xj8uv6SCuUY/s72-c/DSC01971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-740544037215170275</id><published>2011-01-06T16:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:36:53.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dance Recital 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love, love, love watching my two girls dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/murray-highs-music-man.html"&gt;Music Man&lt;/a&gt; rehearsals and a performance, Ashtyn missed a few dance rehearsals.  She tried out and made jr. starlettes which added to her worry.  (Although I don't know why??)  She was very nervous and a little insecure about the dance.  She practiced and practiced at home but you can see that she is concentrating on getting the dance just right.  She got her kicks up high like she wanted to and didn't miss a beat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_U3lS2U6dI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_U3lS2U6dI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to watch Alayna dance and wait for when she finally sees us in the audience.  Her face just lights up the stage.  You can tell she feels like &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZdll_vs3I/AAAAAAAAEd8/bAAuh7OPJtk/s400/AAAAAvu5mTMAAAAAAG-Ymg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559233690471478130" /&gt;the music box dancer.  &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-dance-recital.html"&gt;Last spring&lt;/a&gt; her wink, thumbs up and pointing out the flashing lights was awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year you could tell she was making sure each arm move was just right, the echoes of her teacher to slow down and wait for the music was obvious as well.  I am amazed at the control she has now.  If you have known her for all 6 years it hasn't (isn't) always been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bjgk7uu9J5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bjgk7uu9J5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;And&lt;i&gt; finally &lt;/i&gt;the &lt;i&gt;FINALE&lt;/i&gt;.  You can hear Jay and I worried and giggling about Ashtyn's pants as they almost fall down.  I knew that they were a bit big and was feeling like a bad mom for not taking them in.  There are a couple close calls.  After the performance she told us how she and Ari had pulled their pants up over their shoulders and ran around goofy.  Which explains why it was only in the finale they were falling off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwebabCaaz8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwebabCaaz8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8506658648527151089-740544037215170275?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/740544037215170275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=740544037215170275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/740544037215170275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/740544037215170275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-dance-recital-2010.html' title='Christmas Dance Recital 2010'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TSZdll_vs3I/AAAAAAAAEd8/bAAuh7OPJtk/s72-c/AAAAAvu5mTMAAAAAAG-Ymg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4199804305825958109</id><published>2011-01-06T16:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:54:10.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did December go?</title><content type='html'>Just counted the days we had home in December.  Total 14 of the 31. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend one was spent in Twin Falls visiting Josie and her family.  Emily M was in a children's theater production of Charlotte's Web and Jack was baptized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following weekend was spent in St George for the Hill family Christmas party and C.J.'s farewell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home for a few days to make sure Christmas was in line and left a day earlier than planned (12/17) for the Vegas Bowl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home for Christmas eve and Christmas day then up to the cabin til the new year.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the crazy travels we enjoyed the visits and relaxation upon arriving to each destination. I love the sister trips Emily and I have made especially when we are going to visit Josie.  And I really appreciate her hubs Chad for fixing the DVD player in the car.  6+ days in the car without it could have put me in to an asylum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, if you throw in the church activities and parties, kids recitals and obligations, you could whittle that number down to single digits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the first of the month my computer got a virus, well actually I was told it had 782 viruses but luckily our super computer guy fixed it &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the 'r' key that was broke off during the byu/Utah game at a very reasonable price and in about a week.  To finish off the month we had almost $600 worth of Under Armour merchandise stolen off our front porch.  Thankfully they have filed with fed ex and have reshipped the entire order.  &lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Crazy eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't want to forget the fun times so here's to some back logging.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4199804305825958109?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4199804305825958109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4199804305825958109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4199804305825958109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4199804305825958109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-did-december-go.html' title='Where did December go?'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8045571193230369508</id><published>2010-11-29T11:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:06:53.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TPPwmmNqDyI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fUJiqE1iRzY/s1600/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TPPwmmNqDyI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fUJiqE1iRzY/s400/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545040112106737442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TPPwmACihsI/AAAAAAAAEdc/9bwCNa16Hyk/s1600/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TPPwmACihsI/AAAAAAAAEdc/9bwCNa16Hyk/s400/DSC01964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545040101859559106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past 8 years (every other with the Kern family) we have celebrated at different homes.  First at mom and dad's, then at Josie's, my house 2 years ago and at Emily's this year.(I was so happy not to have to do any planning...just show up.&lt;br /&gt;Like years past, Dad wanted a new family picture so we kicked off Thanksgiving day with a family picture in a snowy orchard.  Sounds beautiful huh?  I thought of all the things that could go wrong and there were quite a few. The one thing I never imagined would happen, was one of my children having an accident (and not the one who recently was potty trained).  Luckily it was not noticeable and we finished our pics quickly and got her to Emily's to change.  Off to a great start eh? A little anxious to see how they turned out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was delicious, the turkey perfect! And so far no one noticed I forgot to make the IMPORTANT traditional Grandma John Wassail....oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the traditional early morning shopping at 3:15 am....still recovering.  Ben and Dad asked if it was worth it. Yes, I always wonder why we do it but it is just fun to go, see the crazies and be silly with my sisters/in law.  Ben asked me to do the math to see how much I saved....$450 on 3 items not bad??  Other weekend activities included &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/tangled/#/home/"&gt;Tangled&lt;/a&gt; (so cute), visiting with family, yummy blueberry scones, Christmas from mom and dad (more to come on that) and gingerbread houses and they byu UTAH game (again more to come on this)!!&lt;br /&gt;This year some of us felt a little lacking in the creativity/motivation dept.  But they all turned out so cute even if one was a foreclosure in Twin Falls were it snows side ways.  You can see &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2097107&amp;amp;id=1435206384"&gt;more here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01958-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01958-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01956-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01956-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/8506658648527151089-8045571193230369508?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8045571193230369508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8045571193230369508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8045571193230369508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8045571193230369508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TPPwmmNqDyI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fUJiqE1iRzY/s72-c/DSC01963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8583547684861570365</id><published>2010-11-17T10:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:11:57.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murray High's Music Man</title><content type='html'>If you don't already know, Ashtyn is a self starter.  If she wants to do something she will always get it done.  For example; in kindergarten I was not waking her up with enough time for her to get done all she wanted to in the morning, so she asked for her own alarm clock.  She learned how to set it and turn it off (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;) She would get up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, she told me there was an audition for kids to be in the High School's production of the Music Man.  She wanted to go.  I told her if she got all the information I would take her.  Of course she did.  I'm not sure how many kids showed up  but there were A LOT.   They had pretty much predetermined who would play the part of  Winthrop.  So they needed members of the boys band and Amaryllis.  Luck of all luck, Ashtyn got the part of Amaryllis and was thrilled.  I was.... hmm, I don't know what I was...maybe worried and a little nervous but very happy she was fulfilling a dream.  I had no idea what to expect.  The first few weeks of practice were great she loved it and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; her new high school 'mom &amp;amp; dad'.  The following weeks became more and more crazy up until the two weeks prior to opening night when they were leaving school 20 minutes early and practicing til 6-6:30 pm.  It made for looong days and lots of headaches (Ashtyn's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When costumes were being chosen, they specified a drop waist or pinafore dress that falls below the knee as the desired style.  We went to Hale Center Theater to rent one and ended up with 2 choices from them.  I remembered I had 2 options from my childhood closet that might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when they picked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a dress mom had purchased on her trip to San Fransisco at the Gunnie Sack outlet.  It was a huge deal to a 7 year old me. Mom made the trip with Wendy Deppe to visit dad while he was working on his masters degree at CAL Berkley.  The dresses were beautiful but mostly they were from San Fransisco! I felt so fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQZe5qbEXI/AAAAAAAAEc8/Wya5ciGiq-w/s1600/img034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQZeASQDJI/AAAAAAAAEc0/0dDpeQ3LtpE/s400/img033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540581444835871890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQZe5qbEXI/AAAAAAAAEc8/Wya5ciGiq-w/s400/img034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540581460238078322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in the second grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've seen a few people this past Halloween who have pictures of their childhood costumes and then pictures of their children in the same/similar costumes.  I thought that was such a cute idea, and this may not be Halloween costumes, but still nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQanApPLZI/AAAAAAAAEdU/sNem54dyN5g/s1600/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQanApPLZI/AAAAAAAAEdU/sNem54dyN5g/s400/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540582699062734226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQam71sUYI/AAAAAAAAEdM/h_RaP_0QEnI/s1600/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQam71sUYI/AAAAAAAAEdM/h_RaP_0QEnI/s400/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540582697772798338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQamOo3xTI/AAAAAAAAEdE/W1Xt60CiDrk/s1600/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQamOo3xTI/AAAAAAAAEdE/W1Xt60CiDrk/s400/music%2Bman%2Bnight%2B1%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540582685639427378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn in the 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her main speaking part with a little part in the song at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was the last night and I was not sitting in the best part to video, but  I thought it was her best performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqTU_6XBxjM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqTU_6XBxjM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short clip from Wells Fargo Wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p871XztvSNs?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p871XztvSNs?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HvrA-lp6v4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HvrA-lp6v4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both Ashtyn and I really appreciated all the friends and family who came to watch.  It really meant a lot that so many would come and support her and the rest of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND even though I missed out on &lt;a href="http://marriedtothecoach.blogspot.com/2010/11/notre-dame.html"&gt;the wives trip to Notre Dame&lt;/a&gt; I was so glad I stayed and was there to support her and watch each performance. &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/8506658648527151089-8583547684861570365?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8583547684861570365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8583547684861570365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8583547684861570365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8583547684861570365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/murray-highs-music-man.html' title='Murray High&apos;s Music Man'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TOQZeASQDJI/AAAAAAAAEc0/0dDpeQ3LtpE/s72-c/img033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7468196596232017791</id><published>2010-11-11T11:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:15:38.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Eating Progress</title><content type='html'>A while back I posted &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacobs-eating-disorders-and-feeding.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and if you would have asked me then, where I thought we would be by November I would have thought/hoped to have Jacob eating every meal with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately not quite, BUT we are making progress.  We have been to Primary Children's Rehab for the past few months and went through a bunch of failures.  Finally we found the magic process that works.  It is very similar to Pavlov's dogs.  You take a bite you get an M&amp;amp;M.  On top of the candy, the key to the success is in the sticker chart.  We make 6-12 circles, depending on how new the food is and if he accepts the bite he gets the sticker if he refuses he gets an X.  He is very adamant that he does NOT want an X.  The other key is he gets 2 chances.  If he refuses the first time he gets another chance, the second he get the X no matter what.  In the following video he gags the first one, but then he is just fine.  Some of the ticks (like patting his mouth, shuttering, rocking and gagging) that he started with are slowly diminishing. He does shutter towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_K0VtiXysY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_K0VtiXysY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to incorporate other foods as well and slowly try to remove the candy aspect.  So here he is eating applesauce (another non preferred food) with out using the candy.  It is interesting to watch him start with touching, licking, little taste, closing his eyes, and then big bites.  Which proves it is all behavior and he is overcoming it.  s..l..o..w..l..y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ak5MMHUsP6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ak5MMHUsP6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly phasing out the candy and he ate a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peanut butter and jam sandwich&lt;/span&gt; the other day without candy and then while at Olive Garden he ate a large serving (size of his fist) of shells and alfredo.  And he even ate a 4 piece chicken nugget happy meal.  (I had to peel off the breading/crunchy stuff) but he ate it. Mostly gagged on it but ate it nonetheless.  He still prefers and asks for oatmeal, granola bar or pop tart every meal but there is progress....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-7468196596232017791?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7468196596232017791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7468196596232017791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7468196596232017791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7468196596232017791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/jacobs-eating-progress.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Eating Progress'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-9068999049492704490</id><published>2010-11-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:15:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si yo tuviera un dragon</title><content type='html'>A teacher commented how everyone thinks their child is the smartest child in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I ask, how many 3 year olds read themselves to sleep in English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND Spanish&lt;/span&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01682-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01682-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/8506658648527151089-9068999049492704490?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/9068999049492704490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=9068999049492704490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/9068999049492704490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/9068999049492704490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-yo-tuviera-un-dragon.html' title='Si yo tuviera un dragon'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6254866194528124164</id><published>2010-11-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T06:37:00.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night, Jay comes home to me (I'm usually already in bed) and I watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMWz4nABlAI/AAAAAAAAEY4/fVTASeEaLOo/s1600/photo%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 618px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMWz4nABlAI/AAAAAAAAEY4/fVTASeEaLOo/s400/photo%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532025502417654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He diligently reads scriptures or lessons or something of inspiration  before I get his full attention. Sometimes I read with him, sometimes  I've already read so I just bug him, sometimes I play with his phone,  sometimes I sleep. But mostly I am NOT consistent.&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons I married him.&lt;br /&gt;He is my anchor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6254866194528124164?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6254866194528124164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6254866194528124164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6254866194528124164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6254866194528124164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/consistency.html' title='Consistency'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMWz4nABlAI/AAAAAAAAEY4/fVTASeEaLOo/s72-c/photo%2812%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3909106786331059472</id><published>2010-11-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:32:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01755.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01755.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna finally had her dad pull her snaggle tooth.  Had I thought it would stick around so long She could have been Nanny McPhee for Halloween and then it even hung on til last saturday. She said it was time because of the boy she saw that had his big tooth growing in and the baby tooth still hanging.  She didn't want that to happen to her.  Alayna asked Ashtyn to write a note to the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/img029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked! The tooth fairy left her tooth so she could take it for 'Show &amp;amp; Teach'. &lt;br /&gt;She was so excited the tooth fairy listened.  She asked Jay pull her other front tooth.  Then spent the rest of the day writing this letter and making the tooth fairy a home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/img030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note the tooth equipment at the top.)&lt;br /&gt;Dear tooth fairy, please stay in my home I made for you so I will see you.  I promise I will not tell anybody, anyone about your magic or any thing like that because I would not do any thing like that to my friends. Check on the back of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/img031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is about, I want to be your friend.  I even will give your whole tooth fairy family of extended family counting the queen, maybe three pieces of bread. Counting my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(When I asked about the bread she told me that they grind bones to make bread and a tooth is a bone?? Duh? I guess?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had another little note promising to "ceep my dog owt" and directing the fairy to the jewelry box for safety and protection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so obvious when she was showing me everything in the house how excited she was for this fairy friendship. The house included a tv, dining set with a little cake, a bed, a play area with a teeter toter and more. She showed me how she was going to play on the teeter toter with her.  She asked if I had wanted to be friends with the tooth fairy when I was little.  I could tell her little mind was going a million miles an hour dreaming all things fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy left her this itty bitty note. It is addressed to Alayna, you just can't see it in the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/img032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; must be a darn cute tooth fairy, wink wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01754.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/8506658648527151089-3909106786331059472?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3909106786331059472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3909106786331059472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3909106786331059472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3909106786331059472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6720143800256256822</id><published>2010-11-07T15:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:19:51.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst saturday ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most games Jacob runs up and down the stairs at least 3,253 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNct1T8GokI/AAAAAAAAEcA/2EnDiLjVt3A/s1600/IMG_8970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNct1T8GokI/AAAAAAAAEcA/2EnDiLjVt3A/s400/IMG_8970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536944660783997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday's game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNcqy7GKZSI/AAAAAAAAEbw/OeccWW1_sMM/s1600/IMG_8997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNcqy7GKZSI/AAAAAAAAEbw/OeccWW1_sMM/s400/IMG_8997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536941321220678946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNcqzUjlMKI/AAAAAAAAEb4/so6iHefnl7g/s1600/IMG_8998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNcqzUjlMKI/AAAAAAAAEb4/so6iHefnl7g/s400/IMG_8998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536941328054956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of looks like what was happening on the field, it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jamie W. is always so patient to have Jacob bouncing up&lt;br /&gt;and down the stairs, yelling for dad, dropping/throwing&lt;br /&gt; toys and taking a nap on the step beside her.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for the pics.&lt;/span&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/8506658648527151089-6720143800256256822?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6720143800256256822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6720143800256256822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6720143800256256822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6720143800256256822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-saturday-ever.html' title='Worst saturday ever!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNct1T8GokI/AAAAAAAAEcA/2EnDiLjVt3A/s72-c/IMG_8970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6482005339033255519</id><published>2010-11-05T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:32:00.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The invention of  Angry Birds</title><content type='html'>A while back Jay was introduced to a 'game' by &lt;a href="http://utahutes.cstv.com/sports/m-footbl/mtt/scalley_morgan01.html"&gt;Morgan Scalley&lt;/a&gt;.  He put it on his I phone and played it with the kids, played it while watching tv, and even in the most embarrassing of places I won't mention.  It became a fight who would play next so he put it on his I pad so turns could be taken.  It quickly became an addiction to everyone in the family....except me.  I just don't get into many V-games.  If you don't know angry birds give it a look-see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNNzRyd1xz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNNzRyd1xz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the addiction was extending to every time we got in the car then brought into the house, ignoring the dinner call and turning into fights of whose turn it was (including Jay).  Even Jacob getting mad because he wanted to sling the bird I banned it from the house.  No one was allowed to play it again!  No more theme music, No more snorting pigs or heeh heehs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, I am such a mean mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say invention is the mother of necessity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9vUZIa0xI/AAAAAAAAEac/7wFaP2qSJ8Q/s1600/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9vUZIa0xI/AAAAAAAAEac/7wFaP2qSJ8Q/s400/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534764863195894546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9vUIXctTI/AAAAAAAAEaU/HuBDBV65mSg/s1600/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9vUIXctTI/AAAAAAAAEaU/HuBDBV65mSg/s400/DSC01454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534764858695529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alayna woke up early and made herself her own version of Angry Birds with creative little paper birds that geniusly opened and cute little pigs.&lt;br /&gt;She will be a great inventor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6482005339033255519?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6482005339033255519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6482005339033255519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6482005339033255519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6482005339033255519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/invention-of-angry-birds.html' title='The invention of  Angry Birds'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9vUZIa0xI/AAAAAAAAEac/7wFaP2qSJ8Q/s72-c/DSC01455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-9060638160867834702</id><published>2010-11-04T17:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:46:29.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PT Conference update</title><content type='html'>My emotions were so high and why &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-he-is-3.html"&gt;this day&lt;/a&gt; and they decided to come in the form of tears, tears and more tears (Sorry Em for crying to you) But the comments and advice was exactly what I needed. (Josie, I wish you lived by me and not just so you could tend Jacob) So as predicted (Thanks Lindsey) My emotions have settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-he-is-3.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; has nothing to do with Alayna or her education.  Yes, Teacher can be negative but the world is full of negative people and learning to deal with them is part of growing up.  When I ask Alayna about school it never seems to be an issue.  For example the day I had issues I asked if she thought Teacher was a little ornery?  She matter of factly said "Well, we had a lot going on today she really needed to get everything done."  A good reminder for me.  It takes a LOT to teach 24 6 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;Because I do AR I know that Alayna is reading at the highest level in the class.  There is 1 other little boy a level behind her but she is the top reader.  She is very intelligent and isn't missing a beat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said here is how PT conferences went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Knowing the second my mouth opens a hoarse scratchy germ ridden voice would blast I say)I have had an awful head cold, darn Alayna (since she had just missed 2 days this past week being sick and gave it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Yeah? Well I have 25 of those&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  When I get sick I always listen to see who sounds just like me and I am like You, You are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that got me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to have an encouraging conversation about Alayna and where she is in school.  She earned all Es and is doing very well socially. She confirms she is very deliberate in what she does and thoughtful beyond her years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 15 minutes, I stand up, ready to go and say&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh and about the other day...."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "About your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unruly child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Well...(Then proceeds to tell me how it went down) He announced that he was going to the library and I said that's fine but you are NOT going to take that noisy toy with you.  You have to leave it here and He said NO! and I said Yes you have to leave it hear, and he yelled back NO! I'm going to the library and I told him he couldn't and that is when Teacher B stepped in and said she was headed to the library and would take him and keep the toy. *huff*&lt;br /&gt;At this point I remind her that I had warned her and if it was too much she could find another volunteer.  I also told her that each wed. morning I specifically talk to Jacob about what is expected of him, how he will behave and what he will be doing.  BUT he is three and his memory is about that of a flea.&lt;br /&gt;She assured me that it was just fine to bring him with me but from now on she would just lock him in the classroom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNOAp_OjksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/aeT62zDzT50/s1600/000witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNOAp_OjksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/aeT62zDzT50/s400/000witch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535909825803948738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For a second my mind had this image of the gingerbread house witch from Hansel and Gretel rubbing her hands together, licking her lips "Yes, yes, we can just lock him in the classroom...."&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality I smiled and said great we will see you wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**For the record I DO NOT believe Teacher is a witch, mean spirited, or awful educator.  I may just be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; dramatic, a LOT hormonal and over protective.  Alayna is receiving a great education and growing in leaps and bounds since starting school. &lt;/span&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/8506658648527151089-9060638160867834702?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/9060638160867834702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=9060638160867834702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/9060638160867834702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/9060638160867834702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/pt-conference-update.html' title='PT Conference update'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNOAp_OjksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/aeT62zDzT50/s72-c/000witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-3153739913937807501</id><published>2010-11-04T06:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:23:00.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little love for the Utes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/austin_murphy/10/29/utah-utes-bcs/index.html"&gt;Utah can make BCS push against Air Force, TCU, Notre Dame - Austin Murphy - SI.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-3153739913937807501?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/3153739913937807501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=3153739913937807501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3153739913937807501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/3153739913937807501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-love-for-utes.html' title='A little love for the Utes.'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5389562020888842048</id><published>2010-11-03T12:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:12:58.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!?  He is 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01677.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01677.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you have one of 'those' days.&lt;br /&gt;This morning was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I help in Alayna's classroom wednesday mornings&lt;br /&gt;changing out AR/bob books&lt;br /&gt;and taking the kids to test them in the library.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little nervous to take on what seemed to be a big commitment but&lt;br /&gt;I have loved being in Alayna's class and&lt;br /&gt;getting a feel for her friends and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;specific when I was asked to help that I would have to bring my very loud, very active 3 year old who doesn't sit still.  I was told oh that is no problem, we have siblings all the time.  I told her Jacob is not like other siblings and he might be disruptive but I would try my best to keep him under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week Jacob and I talk about what is expected of him and how to behave in Teacher's classroom.  Then we pack a back pack with a pop tart and a few trains or trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we brought along this little set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNGuvaZvwHI/AAAAAAAAEas/0ivfIYHIvZY/s1600/41uOVTTNHFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNGuvaZvwHI/AAAAAAAAEas/0ivfIYHIvZY/s400/41uOVTTNHFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535397546579443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes of arriving in the classroom I could tell Teacher was not in a good mood.  Every few seconds "FIRST GRADERS! You are too noisy!" Bark after bark.  They hadn't been in class 30 minutes and she had one little gal pulling her 3rd (of 4) cards.  I was getting a little irked.  You couldn't hear a pin drop, but it was not much more than breathing and a whisper here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side note: Talking to another parent at the first grade homework night she said her husband really liked Teacher's energy and maybe they should have had their daughter in Teacher's class.  I told her that it was interesting because I had been thinking how she is so different(meaning enthusiastic, fun, happy, smiling) tonight with the parents than what I see in class (the 45 minutes I am there once a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sorting books and folders getting ready to leave Jacob let out a couple "choo choos".  She let me know that was definitely not acceptable today.  Neither was touching the chart stand.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher had told me previously I could leave him in the classroom while I went to the library. But I knew today was not the day to leave him there.  So to the library we went with his trains.  As I start testing (1st graders need the tests read to them) I turned my back and Jacob slipped out and went back to class.  I prayed he would be quiet.  Not minutes later Jacob shows up in the library with the look of "I'm in trouble" so I made him sit on the chair next to me.  He was upset then cried through the last 2 testers.  Frustrated I went back to class to record scores and switch out books.  He couldn't find his train set.  I suspected Teacher had taken it away.  I had Jacob look at books while I finished up.   I didn't want to bother Teacher while she was working with a student, so I quietly asked Alayna if she knew where the train was.  Her neighbor said Teacher B had it.  Surprised, we left and went to Teacher B.  She said Teacher and Jacob were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'fighting'&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yelling' &lt;/span&gt;over it so Teacher B had to step in.  She took Jacob to the Library and kept the toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MORTIFIED! EMBARRASSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really? Yelling? I apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Teacher B was understanding and reminded me Teacher has no kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But still... I left and the tears came unstoppably by the time I got to the sidewalk.  Why didn't Teacher say anything? Why didn't she pull me aside and say Jacob was too noisy with his toy so Teacher B took it? Why didn't she say it was ok to bring him when I am feeling it's not? Why did she get upset when a 6 year was playing(quietly fidgeting) with her bracelet? Seriously lighten up! Why did she choose 1st grade? Why was she so ornery today?  Why did I agree to do the testing when I knew I would have to bring Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasn't sure if I was crying because I was embarrassed or if it was because I was mad.  (Mostly likely it was because I haven't slept for 3 nights with this stupid head cold).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I watched Jacob run to the car zigzagging and around in circles I asked do I really want to bridle Jacob's energy?  Yes some days, but no not really.  I love his energy and love for life.  I don't want him to be docile, complacent or resigned.  He is going to  want to touch everything and see what is in every box. Because he is 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then my mind started really going.  Worrying about Alayna and the negativity in the classroom.  I have felt it before but today was especially negative from the minute I walked in.  I don't want that be Alayna's environment for 7.5 hours a day.  I have to remind myself she is a resilient and bright little girl who really doesn't allow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to make up her mind..So I am not too worried, but still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now a request for advice....&lt;br /&gt;Parent Teacher Conferences are tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Do I bring this up?&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Jacob....Now you see him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01552.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you don't.  He is fast huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01551.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01551.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/8506658648527151089-5389562020888842048?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5389562020888842048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5389562020888842048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5389562020888842048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5389562020888842048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-he-is-3.html' title='Really?!?  He is 3!'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TNGuvaZvwHI/AAAAAAAAEas/0ivfIYHIvZY/s72-c/41uOVTTNHFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1754424438676071770</id><published>2010-11-03T06:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:02:00.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the 3rd couch and the 4th nap of the day.  When your child becomes narcoleptic you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; they don't feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01743.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj100/sarakhill5/DSC01742.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8506658648527151089-1754424438676071770?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/1754424438676071770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=1754424438676071770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1754424438676071770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/1754424438676071770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7093660310214534176</id><published>2010-11-02T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:11:00.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pvAz_f2I/AAAAAAAAEaM/5zdpL8Mf6N0/s1600/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pvAz_f2I/AAAAAAAAEaM/5zdpL8Mf6N0/s400/DSC01690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758723454467938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna the icy eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pu3U8QGI/AAAAAAAAEaE/GwnRQjOe0iA/s1600/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pu3U8QGI/AAAAAAAAEaE/GwnRQjOe0iA/s400/DSC01693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758720908312674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob the spooky ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pRdtyNkI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/nh2ey22oRlk/s1600/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pRdtyNkI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/nh2ey22oRlk/s400/DSC01699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758215816984130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashtyn the gypsy fortune teller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The School Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQ9IWFSI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/FCC-cS0T5tk/s1600/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQ9IWFSI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/FCC-cS0T5tk/s400/DSC01717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758207070016802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9zxoeUDYI/AAAAAAAAEak/3jIwF7p_VmY/s1600/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9zxoeUDYI/AAAAAAAAEak/3jIwF7p_VmY/s400/DSC01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769763576974722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breakfast with a Witch at Gardner Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQr3La3I/AAAAAAAAEZs/gzYrH5blkwI/s1600/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQr3La3I/AAAAAAAAEZs/gzYrH5blkwI/s400/DSC01722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758202434612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witches were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQIcUJgI/AAAAAAAAEZk/K9v4GVYhTfk/s1600/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pQIcUJgI/AAAAAAAAEZk/K9v4GVYhTfk/s400/DSC01725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758192926696962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls thought this blue &amp;amp; white witch was soooo pretty, I love the way Alayna is looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pP9X5WFI/AAAAAAAAEZc/ZESrKizrh30/s1600/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pP9X5WFI/AAAAAAAAEZc/ZESrKizrh30/s400/DSC01729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534758189955373138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a buffet breakfast and a show, I thought it was worth the $10 and the girls loved having a day out with the girls.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(meaning no Jacob running around crazy getting lost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night at Emily's.  Jacob was in heaven.  He got to go to Chads dealership and check out the fork lifts, then went to get the razor ride it while we went trick or treating.  He didn't even want to get out most of the time for the candy, he was happy as a clam sitting and talking about riding in the razor.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were excited to be able to go to her trunk or treat. (We missed ours last week)&lt;br /&gt;Ashtyn was worried about missing out in our neighborhood... the scones and doughnuts, friends etc... but we made some homemade doughnuts and hit the spooky houses and got quite the load of candy.  At the end of the night Ashtyn said it was the best Halloween EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To top it off Utah beat Air Force!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we forgot Alayna's costume AND I left my camera at the High School.  Emily let her borrow Kennedy's witch costume from last year but so sad I didn't get any pictures of Alayna in her short and tight &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and a little street walkerish)&lt;/span&gt; witch costume.&lt;br /&gt;We got a few on Emily's phone and when I get them I will add them.&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/8506658648527151089-7093660310214534176?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7093660310214534176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7093660310214534176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7093660310214534176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7093660310214534176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TM9pvAz_f2I/AAAAAAAAEaM/5zdpL8Mf6N0/s72-c/DSC01690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-7531470019592524774</id><published>2010-10-29T06:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T06:27:00.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the spoons.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lemme tell ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so far to go when it comes to motherhood.  I have &lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacob.html"&gt;posted this quote before&lt;/a&gt; but there is nothing that defines Jacob better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable. --Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt; I am doing great! I bought Jacob a $3 toy tractor and told him he had to earn it.  We talked about the jobs he would do.  We got home I put the groceries on the counter and started to check my email when I hear the silverware.  Without any instruction, he had opened the dishwasher and started putting the silverware in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect manner&lt;/span&gt;.  Matching large and small forks and spoons even putting the measuring spoons where they belong. Beaming I asked what are you doing. "Earning my tractor" He proceeded to take the laundry basket (of dirty clothes before I helped him with the right basket) upstairs to sort and put away.  He even remembered we talked about washing the walls and taking out the garbage. Pretty darn good for 3 bucks and 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before we can go to the school PTA auction, Jacob you need to put the silverware away". Great! We get to the auction and I loose Jacob.  Not the usual lost where I find him a few minutes later, I mean alert the principal because it has been what seems to be an eternity.  I had been told by friend that he had run outside and tripped in the parking lot and she had corralled him back in but he just went running.  Luckily we found him shortly after.  He knew he was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; trouble.  We came home and he had to wear his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jeep-90203R-2-in-1-Safety-Harness/dp/B0033UWT58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"buckles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (leash) and stay by my side for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know that Jacob gets wound up at night.&lt;br /&gt;He gets wilder, crazier and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this particular night he was the Tasmanian devil on crack&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had asked him to put away the silverware.....&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the drawer and saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The meas. utensils at the top &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be in the far right bin, the character utensils &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be at the top and the rest in their own slot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMT5pH1E39I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rjmsUw1-sSU/s1600/DSC01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMT5pH1E39I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rjmsUw1-sSU/s400/DSC01673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820727189430226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have decided to use this as my new way of knowing if it is safe to leave the house.  Have him put the silverware away.  If it is done organized, great! Head off to the mall (or in all reality Target / Wally world) If it looks like the above....lock all the doors, take an Ibuprofen, head to the padded room.&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/8506658648527151089-7531470019592524774?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/7531470019592524774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=7531470019592524774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7531470019592524774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/7531470019592524774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-in-spoons.html' title='It&apos;s all in the spoons.....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMT5pH1E39I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rjmsUw1-sSU/s72-c/DSC01673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-1758685535093667331</id><published>2010-10-28T06:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:19:45.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Clean Your House by Connie Kern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMT3WoDUByI/AAAAAAAAEYI/-MWjZOct8tY/s1600/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 770px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMT3WoDUByI/AAAAAAAAEYI/-MWjZOct8tY/s400/DSC01671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531818210398308130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;  Pick a bouquet of flowers from your yard, arrange them in a vase from your cupboard and place them in the most looked upon room of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With a beautiful bouquet of flowers you will get the motivation to clean and whatever is missed or not cleaned will be overshadowed and go unnoticed by the beautiful bouquet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom! 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This particular Thursday we went to Wheeler Farm to get some pumpkins.  I had originally planned to do it without him but when we figured out it would work for him to come everyone was excited.  I used going to see the tractors on Jacob as a 'dangling carrot'  for 4 days straight.  It worked like a charm, he would stop crying, pitching a fit and even eat his food at any mention of going to the farm to ride on the tractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvtp6DF-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/NLPgPhIAANw/s1600/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvtp6DF-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/NLPgPhIAANw/s400/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531809809940289506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing was to find the tractors......&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture, He caught a glimpse and he was off happily screaming "tractor, tractor, I found the tractor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvt4FNcuI/AAAAAAAAEXA/FWs9MqTgKAk/s1600/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 659px; height: 494px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvt4FNcuI/AAAAAAAAEXA/FWs9MqTgKAk/s400/DSC01649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531809813745201890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the happiness of the little guy getting his tractor ride? It was all he could do to stop examining the tractor and trailer and take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvvH64BGI/AAAAAAAAEXY/8ONWXmnkKw4/s1600/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvvH64BGI/AAAAAAAAEXY/8ONWXmnkKw4/s400/DSC01658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531809835176690786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are pigs tails curly? They are pretty darn cute.  But the turkey's snood and wattle that serve little to no purpose are so darn ugly....but fascinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvumugF8I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Eb7t5INQ19Y/s1600/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvumugF8I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Eb7t5INQ19Y/s400/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531809826266421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvue07eaI/AAAAAAAAEXI/JV735RkzKiY/s1600/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvue07eaI/AAAAAAAAEXI/JV735RkzKiY/s400/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531809824145897890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw1coSuTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/QrnNHB-JbrE/s1600/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw1coSuTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/QrnNHB-JbrE/s400/DSC01663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531811043326736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn/hay bale maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw0raJwSI/AAAAAAAAEXo/UUmGH1U3gAw/s1600/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw0raJwSI/AAAAAAAAEXo/UUmGH1U3gAw/s400/DSC01668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531811030114091298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw1NrN1RI/AAAAAAAAEXw/kxBjQO9Kz7c/s1600/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw1NrN1RI/AAAAAAAAEXw/kxBjQO9Kz7c/s400/DSC01667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531811039312467218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw0c6LbYI/AAAAAAAAEXg/4JTunbLoo6Y/s1600/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTw0c6LbYI/AAAAAAAAEXg/4JTunbLoo6Y/s400/DSC01669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531811026221886850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and finally the pumpkins....I am so glad Jay was able to come see how darn cute these little monkeys are.  Jacob left on cloud nine telling us all about his tractor ride. &lt;br /&gt;I know they wont always be this little and innocent.  Lovin life, pumkins and tractors.  I love that I have this now and can always remember....&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/8506658648527151089-21448319011071391?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/21448319011071391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=21448319011071391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/21448319011071391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/21448319011071391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/10/wheeler-farm.html' title='Wheeler Farm'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTvtp6DF-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/NLPgPhIAANw/s72-c/DSC01645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-2447995969338029859</id><published>2010-10-24T20:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:15:52.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really love your peaches...</title><content type='html'>Name that tune....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTs268fIJI/AAAAAAAAEWw/x1jX6N0jHe0/s1600/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 463px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTs268fIJI/AAAAAAAAEWw/x1jX6N0jHe0/s400/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531806670597857426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 5 years I have had grand plans to can everything thing harvestable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but like all the years prior it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a box of peaches this year and since i didn't can them we peeled them and froze them.&lt;br /&gt;Jay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; (like why don't you marry one) smoothies.  He alone could keep &lt;a href="http://www.jambajuice.com/"&gt;Jamba Juice&lt;/a&gt; (which he still calls Zuka Juice) and &lt;a href="http://www.roxberryjuice.com/"&gt;Roxberry&lt;/a&gt; in business&lt;br /&gt;And since the texture of the peaches was a little...smack smack....ehh, they were perfect for freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Alayna and Jacob were great helpers peeling them and all of them (meaning all 3 monkeys) got in on the slicing.  (We didn't use the one Jacob cut/smashed with a butter knife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTs2uPI1hI/AAAAAAAAEWo/mhATVfuRMgc/s1600/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 617px; height: 462px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTs2uPI1hI/AAAAAAAAEWo/mhATVfuRMgc/s400/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531806667186427410" 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/8506658648527151089-2447995969338029859?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/2447995969338029859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=2447995969338029859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2447995969338029859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/2447995969338029859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-love-your-peaches.html' title='I really love your peaches...'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TMTs268fIJI/AAAAAAAAEWw/x1jX6N0jHe0/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6604817018340162781</id><published>2010-10-06T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:43:35.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a stay at home mom.....</title><content type='html'>My parents came down last weekend.  Mom stayed with me for the week, which was wonderful.  The kids were thrilled to have her here. One day Emily and Jessica came for lunch and a project.  Another day I took her up Big Cotttonwood Canyon to see the gorgeous changing leaves.  I cant believe I forgot my camera.  Since she has left, Jacob keeps asking when she is coming again. We are all looking forward to another visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went to church with us on Sunday and while in sunday school the conversation was brought up about the 'entitled' generation and the upcoming 'me' generation.  How so many kids just want what they want now and when I was growing up We would have never been given a wii for Christmas and Kids now don't want to climb the ladder they just want to have a great easy job with out a lot of work.  Finally after listening to everything that is wrong about this generation I asked Where did it go wrong? Many of the class members have children of 'that generation' so shouldn't they know how to fix it?  As a mother of 3 young kids what am I to do to prevent that entitlement?  This has been a question I have had for years now and I have yet to have been given a black and white answer. I could go on forever on this topic.  I need ways to teach my kids to work.  I would love for them to be involved in 4H or something similar.  Where hard work is rewarded. (Raise a sheep, get a ribbon at the fair, sell it and earn money for school clothes?) Or a family business where they are responsible for the production?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I were talking and she said that there is a lot of talk on Oprah, and other shows about education and She wondered why there wasn't a school for mothers?  I wonder the same thing.  Kelly Ripa has joked before about the encyclopedia of a manual that came with their big screen tv but when handed her first child there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;A school for mothers.... A formal education to teach patience.  I would love to take a couple practice tests on patience where if I lose it the 'final grade' isn't really affected.  A class on economical but gourmet cooking, taxes, scheduling, etc... I mean even nurses practice before the give their first poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young mother in the 'trenches' you don't always see the big picture? A class on perspective would be great too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3JPa2mvSQ4"&gt;baby steps &lt;/a&gt;sometimes go unrecognized.  Dad does a good job pointing out the little successes that we have here at the Hill house.  And it is a good thing.  I think maybe he recognizes it because he is a teacher and a good teacher points out the successes.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Jacob woke up and the first thing he asked was if Grandma was awake and that she needed her key.  With the way he was so adamant I wondered if he had slept well all night worrying about it.  He told me he had put it in the little garbage can.  I started to freak out a little.  Checking his trash can, the 2 in the basement (where he once threw the wii remotes away... luckily my sister in law caught them before we took out the trash!) and went back up stairs to Jacob.  He knew he was in trouble and was running around looking for it.  I asked him one more time where it was and he said "Um its in my purse" and in his 'purse'(bike handle bag) were cars and the little garbage can from his garbage truck with the key inside.&lt;br /&gt;Dad pointed out that he understood the importance of the key and knew that Grandma needed it.  He was determined to find it and was truly sorry for taking it.  He is very sensitive to Grandma and her needs.  As I look back on it, I am amazed at the way the little brains of children work.  How they can go from not knowing to understanding so much.  Children do know right from wrong.  Jacob is growing and learning so much each day and I appreciate my Dad pointing out those little triumphs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6604817018340162781?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6604817018340162781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6604817018340162781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6604817018340162781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6604817018340162781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramblings-of-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Ramblings of a stay at home mom.....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5180856211206326276</id><published>2010-10-02T06:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T06:18:00.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus, Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 6 years ago we took Ashtyn to the circus.  Both Jay and I were so excited because we had never been ourselves.  So we get there and I still to this day can't put my finger on it but it was just......&lt;br /&gt;I kind of think part of it was the 3 rings thing...an insane amount of sensory stimulation. Along with the constant vendors in the aisles.  It was a little more 'edgy' than I expected and a little more bizarre.  Both Jay and I left saying "oh, that. was. a. little. different.  Not quite like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u03mNTQBEGk&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Dumbo&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I saw that it is new and improved and the reviews are great.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing though, Emily and Chad took Kennedy last year and had the same reaction...."Oh, that was.....??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of forking over a large sum of money to see the greatest show on earth, we just checked out the free parade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS AWESOME! WELL WORTH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFNGDO-MI/AAAAAAAAEV0/fbJ3qF0RFtI/s1600/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFNGDO-MI/AAAAAAAAEV0/fbJ3qF0RFtI/s400/DSC01610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896609304574146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love when toddlers wave to parade people...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFNQDfZqI/AAAAAAAAEV8/oJdPM_wFX_E/s1600/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 564px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFNQDfZqI/AAAAAAAAEV8/oJdPM_wFX_E/s400/DSC01612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896611990005410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like the are the only one in the whole crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then there were the Elephants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isn't that the whole reason you go to the Circus is to see these big guys walk trunk to tail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFN2lr56I/AAAAAAAAEWE/7Rokax-_PX4/s1600/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFN2lr56I/AAAAAAAAEWE/7Rokax-_PX4/s400/DSC01617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896622333978530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFOHC5jsI/AAAAAAAAEWM/ak-auuJNMIc/s1600/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 409px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFOHC5jsI/AAAAAAAAEWM/ak-auuJNMIc/s400/DSC01618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896626751475394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFOgeZu-I/AAAAAAAAEWU/8F13_dkyipA/s1600/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFOgeZu-I/AAAAAAAAEWU/8F13_dkyipA/s400/DSC01619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896633577716706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Circus quota fulfilled....&lt;br /&gt;One day, maybe I will not deprive my children of the circus, but this was a pretty great show. Not to mention, Jacob attention span was exactly that of the length of the parade.&lt;br /&gt;(under 10 mins)&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/8506658648527151089-5180856211206326276?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5180856211206326276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5180856211206326276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5180856211206326276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5180856211206326276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/10/circus-circus.html' title='Circus, Circus'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVFNGDO-MI/AAAAAAAAEV0/fbJ3qF0RFtI/s72-c/DSC01610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-8508617189411175012</id><published>2010-09-30T19:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:17:42.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate and Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna and her friends found and caught 2 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katydid"&gt;katydids&lt;/a&gt;.  She has taken the responsibility to tend them very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBqckZo9I/AAAAAAAAEVc/qGebEUQGhv4/s1600/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 431px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBqckZo9I/AAAAAAAAEVc/qGebEUQGhv4/s400/DSC01621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522892715518960594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBp7wTY2I/AAAAAAAAEVU/SeuaD-jWgpc/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 585px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBp7wTY2I/AAAAAAAAEVU/SeuaD-jWgpc/s400/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522892706710512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing their food water and cleaning out the ice-cream bucket house.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly for a bug they make a big gross mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBq-uA32I/AAAAAAAAEVs/RdN-ts4Mrn0/s1600/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBq-uA32I/AAAAAAAAEVs/RdN-ts4Mrn0/s400/DSC01623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522892724686085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBqggl6RI/AAAAAAAAEVk/jr8pC1domEE/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBqggl6RI/AAAAAAAAEVk/jr8pC1domEE/s400/DSC01622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522892716576729362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very entertaining to watch Alayna's friend jumping and screaming as Alayna was transferring and touching them.  They almost lost one...but 'luckily' was recaptured.&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see how long before they are set free or funeral arrangements made...&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/8506658648527151089-8508617189411175012?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/8508617189411175012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=8508617189411175012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8508617189411175012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/8508617189411175012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/kate-and-katie.html' title='Kate and Katie'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TKVBqckZo9I/AAAAAAAAEVc/qGebEUQGhv4/s72-c/DSC01621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5640425014079754740</id><published>2010-09-26T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T06:47:00.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas the Tank Engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjTP72YfI/AAAAAAAAEUo/BrEYTgXzKs0/s1600/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 567px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjTP72YfI/AAAAAAAAEUo/BrEYTgXzKs0/s400/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520326056851431922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of May, we went up to Heber to see Thomas the Tank.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was so excited and still talks about it.&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded some pics shortly after but guess I didn't publish them.&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to watch your kids be so passionate about something,&lt;br /&gt;even if/when it is not what you thought the should/would be excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjT_ZfmgI/AAAAAAAAEU4/6R_ZZqtlrUc/s1600/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjT_ZfmgI/AAAAAAAAEU4/6R_ZZqtlrUc/s400/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520326069592234498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjTYQro7I/AAAAAAAAEUw/6PS66JzSDUE/s1600/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TAnLH50ATTI/AAAAAAAAEBw/M95Cmw7teH8/s400/DSC00861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479133758311386418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TAnLHtmFH_I/AAAAAAAAEBo/kgTg1VeEzyg/s1600/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TAnLHtmFH_I/AAAAAAAAEBo/kgTg1VeEzyg/s400/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479133755031756786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TAnLHDL_ZxI/AAAAAAAAEBg/C4vIVMT2r7Y/s1600/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TAnLHDL_ZxI/AAAAAAAAEBg/C4vIVMT2r7Y/s400/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479133743648040722" 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/8506658648527151089-5640425014079754740?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5640425014079754740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5640425014079754740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5640425014079754740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5640425014079754740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/thomas-tank-engine.html' title='Thomas the Tank Engine'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJwjTP72YfI/AAAAAAAAEUo/BrEYTgXzKs0/s72-c/DSC00886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-6386124264989194080</id><published>2010-09-24T05:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:14:00.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A coaches life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWS FLASH:&lt;br /&gt;Division 1 football coaches have CRAZY SCHEDULES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJY-dis2I/AAAAAAAAET8/jegFh9KLuSY/s1600/20081204__120408%2520Utah_SDSU_rme36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 669px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJY-dis2I/AAAAAAAAET8/jegFh9KLuSY/s400/20081204__120408%2520Utah_SDSU_rme36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519101299286782818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJX3rtbNI/AAAAAAAAETs/5KFVCHvAREo/s1600/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to give Jay props for all he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course the 5:30am starts and 10:30pm end of day whistle is amazing enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT  when you fly out Friday and return post game Saturday to crawl into bed  after a flight with tired, some 300+lbs, some stinky boys and coaches at 2am THEN  set your alarm for 6am to get film graded before having to go to Stake  Conference with 6 kids (mine and my sister's 3 very good kids).  Including helping to coordinate getting the chairs set up and taken  down.  Check back home, take a 18 minute nap and head back to the office  til 10:30pm and be back up at 5:30am Monday with energy and enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It just makes me exhausted thinking and typing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He.Is.Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This allows me to stay home and be a mom to 3 little monkeys jumping on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some  days are harder than others and it breaks his heart when Jacob doesn't  want to go to him because it has been days since he has seen him (awake)  and when he does see him sometimes it is just for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ashtyn would do the same thing for about 3 years as a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When football season came around she would get 'mad' at Jay and would take her time warming up to him when he was home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some  nights are hard as I make it through tantrums, homework, dinner,  practicing, carpools, budgeting, grocery shopping, staying on top of oil  and air filters...the list could go on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But knowing that  Jay loves me and his family so much, he is doing what he loves and I get  to stay home with my children in a comfortable home is pretty great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks Babe! I hope I never take you for granted, not for one second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think you are perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJX3rtbNI/AAAAAAAAETs/5KFVCHvAREo/s1600/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJX3rtbNI/AAAAAAAAETs/5KFVCHvAREo/s400/DSC01584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519101280287288530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJXVd6cCI/AAAAAAAAETk/H134OsbbuNM/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJXVd6cCI/AAAAAAAAETk/H134OsbbuNM/s400/DSC01587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519101271102615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-6386124264989194080?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/6386124264989194080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=6386124264989194080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6386124264989194080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/6386124264989194080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/coaches-life.html' title='A coaches life....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJfJY-dis2I/AAAAAAAAET8/jegFh9KLuSY/s72-c/20081204__120408%2520Utah_SDSU_rme36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4953406421035017629</id><published>2010-09-22T05:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:52:00.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to Mars....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJehr87DDvI/AAAAAAAAETQ/BGYON46H5ug/s1600/00035234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJehr87DDvI/AAAAAAAAETQ/BGYON46H5ug/s400/00035234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519057644826070770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bruno Mars that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea was one of the youth Jay and I taught in Sunday School when we first moved here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We loved that calling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the rest of her family)&lt;/span&gt; are hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it didn't surprise me that I was laughing out loud every time I read &lt;a href="http://chelseachamberlain.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Recently she wrote &lt;a href="http://chelseachamberlain.blogspot.com/2010/08/bruno-mars-is-sort-of-awesome.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard the song 'Just the way you are' a time or two before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....but it took her post for me to download it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and every other Bruno Mars song on itunes)&lt;/span&gt; and start playing over and over belting out the words to my girls dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even went to lunch with Jay that week and told him Thanks for the song....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to  pretend that Jay wrote it for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Bruno I believe some of those royalties should be mailed in certified cashiers check to Miss Chelsea Chamberlain @ Chelsea's Psycho Babble.com. And Chels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(I can call you that right?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for the kicks and giggles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506658648527151089-4953406421035017629?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/4953406421035017629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=4953406421035017629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4953406421035017629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/4953406421035017629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-me-to-mars.html' title='Take me to Mars....'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJehr87DDvI/AAAAAAAAETQ/BGYON46H5ug/s72-c/00035234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-5511796409523114366</id><published>2010-09-13T15:38:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:03:43.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And take a breathe.....(part 2)</title><content type='html'>A  short day after the 4th of July, we headed to lake powell for the  Hill  family reunion.   Last year was my first L.P. experience.  Love  that  place! Hiking,  water, sun, Frisbee golf, cliff  jumping,relaxing... &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/116503091741617362177/LakePowell2010#"&gt;Click to see this year's slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind the boat!! Wahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;With    a little coaxing we left a day early (sunday) so I could be to girls    camp first thing monday morning.  Skits, zumba, pranks, hiking,    canoeing, singing, testimonies.  There is no place like camp.  And again    bff Amy documented it with great pics so I will&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbch_aA53I/AAAAAAAAES8/ebnb0oxQ_mE/s1600/DSC01588.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://waltonwatch.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-camp-2010.html"&gt;just link there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once    home from girls camp we had just a few days left before Jay had to be    back to work.  We took a quick camping trip to pineview reservoir  where   the Omans and Rodebush Family met us for boating and dinner.  I  wish  we  could have done that at least one more time this year! I even  got up  on the wakeboard FINALLY! Who takes 31 years to do that?!? Yay  for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fSPcyDGI/AAAAAAAAEPg/NLVzQzN8s60/s1600/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fSPcyDGI/AAAAAAAAEPg/NLVzQzN8s60/s400/DSC01363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521729309150306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Jess and Anthony's Liam &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fUAkElZI/AAAAAAAAEP4/RC5maz8nT6c/s1600/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fUAkElZI/AAAAAAAAEP4/RC5maz8nT6c/s400/DSC01395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521759672931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fTqNDe0I/AAAAAAAAEPw/Iyj1vuT6LIU/s1600/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fTqNDe0I/AAAAAAAAEPw/Iyj1vuT6LIU/s400/DSC01383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521753670810434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: "Hey Kennedy, wouldn't it be funny if I just let go fell off on purpose....." Then she did. That girl loves to find out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what it would be like"&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;a href="http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/02/alayna.html"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/a&gt; we are going to need some prayers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fS6jEhpI/AAAAAAAAEPo/-1bbf6qHSOw/s1600/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fS6jEhpI/AAAAAAAAEPo/-1bbf6qHSOw/s400/DSC01372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521740878251666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jay back to work we headed up to the cabin for the Plant family reunion.... I was a little bummed Jay wouldn't be able to be there for the reunion but had moved on to survival mode without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX61Qa1oI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/OG8gOyTb0hY/s1600/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX61Qa1oI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/OG8gOyTb0hY/s400/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518835799117452930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise He was given the weekend off and surprised us with a weekend visit.  I think he mostly wanted to go fishing again! That is an extra large sink that doesn't do justice to the size of those fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX71aqyFI/AAAAAAAAERA/5X-bs0GWZNg/s1600/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX71aqyFI/AAAAAAAAERA/5X-bs0GWZNg/s400/DSC01419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518835816340310098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I was just excited he was going to be there for our private Zumba Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6DpIzvoGf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6DpIzvoGf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a sight! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went into Yellowstone Park and took turns driving &lt;a href="http://yellowstoneclassicautorental.com/"&gt;Dad's Old car&lt;/a&gt;, and went for an almost 5 mile hike.  Jacob even hiked almost the whole way....There were a few frowns and a point where he just had to sit down and take a break. But did a great job hiking. I carried him a few times but I would just pick him up and we would count to ten and then he would walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbaiZjENwI/AAAAAAAAERg/YF-jMTBDZHY/s1600/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbaiZjENwI/AAAAAAAAERg/YF-jMTBDZHY/s400/DSC01446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518838677897492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX9PYnraI/AAAAAAAAERY/dA6KqA2RJiw/s1600/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX9PYnraI/AAAAAAAAERY/dA6KqA2RJiw/s400/DSC01444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518835840490909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbai5gc_UI/AAAAAAAAERo/Rb-_1NrFMUs/s1600/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbai5gc_UI/AAAAAAAAERo/Rb-_1NrFMUs/s400/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518838686476467522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love Chelsie and it was wonderful to have her come with us for the week. She was so much help.  The hike was to this lake and all the kids were so excited because it was warm...When they said that I said perfect place for leeches which didn't stop any of them from getting in....... They were especially infatuated with the lily pads and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX8-_p7lI/AAAAAAAAERQ/N74CZOlxXqA/s1600/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX8-_p7lI/AAAAAAAAERQ/N74CZOlxXqA/s400/DSC01442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518835836091231826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX8Y4KZ2I/AAAAAAAAERI/GUq7M0MfWfk/s1600/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbX8Y4KZ2I/AAAAAAAAERI/GUq7M0MfWfk/s400/DSC01441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518835825859258210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Josie walked out with a  leech everyone ran out and EVERYONE  had multiple leeches on them.  An adventure they will never forget.  It was so gorgeous and as we were pulling off the leeches we could hear elk calling.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got home and had just enough time before school started to go school shopping, have a parade of homes date with Ashtyn and parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a back to school/end of summer bash with LOTS of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again Chelsie&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbak6OmMZI/AAAAAAAAESA/5eEz77jLJPU/s1600/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbak6OmMZI/AAAAAAAAESA/5eEz77jLJPU/s400/DSC01460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518838721029747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; helped me manage the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points for Ashtyn telling me it was the 'best party ever!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbaje_YE7I/AAAAAAAAERw/-mEPB-voY7g/s1600/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbaje_YE7I/AAAAAAAAERw/-mEPB-voY7g/s400/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518838696538280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbakD3eLiI/AAAAAAAAER4/KkQFN7i8Zic/s1600/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbakD3eLiI/AAAAAAAAER4/KkQFN7i8Zic/s400/DSC01458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518838706437238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Jacob turned 3!&lt;br /&gt;He is potty trained, no sippy cups and with the first 3 presents open he threw away one of his binkies and is binkie free.  He snuggled all his new toys in bed instead of his binkies, a few nights and naps with tears but overall worked just as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcgHDA3TI/AAAAAAAAESk/43UzE9cJgWY/s1600/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcgHDA3TI/AAAAAAAAESk/43UzE9cJgWY/s400/DSC01475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840837594733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcg4fFYAI/AAAAAAAAESs/DoQYmXpw5tA/s1600/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcg4fFYAI/AAAAAAAAESs/DoQYmXpw5tA/s400/DSC01470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840850865807362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcfURYySI/AAAAAAAAESc/4I_Ki4NXZh8/s1600/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbcfURYySI/AAAAAAAAESc/4I_Ki4NXZh8/s400/DSC01466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840823964813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My baby is not such a baby &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sniff sniff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbchS-Wd2I/AAAAAAAAES0/AJBiLKiUF-s/s1600/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbchS-Wd2I/AAAAAAAAES0/AJBiLKiUF-s/s400/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840857976272738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we are off and running with me playing soccer, the girls in dance, piano, play practice, achievement days, friends, helping in Alaynas class, feeding therapy, YWs, more play practice, tending kids, and........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UTAH FOOTBALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbch_aA53I/AAAAAAAAES8/ebnb0oxQ_mE/s1600/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TJbch_aA53I/AAAAAAAAES8/ebnb0oxQ_mE/s400/DSC01588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840869903460210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8506658648527151089-5511796409523114366?l=ontopofthehills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/feeds/5511796409523114366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506658648527151089&amp;postID=5511796409523114366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5511796409523114366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506658648527151089/posts/default/5511796409523114366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ontopofthehills.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-take-breathepart-2.html' title='And take a breathe.....(part 2)'/><author><name>SKH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913734768390067814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/SSL4cUVfB4I/AAAAAAAABH4/uk8f92Zop9I/S220/1226999580-1226999580.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6fSPcyDGI/AAAAAAAAEPg/NLVzQzN8s60/s72-c/DSC01363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506658648527151089.post-4049931081042301687</id><published>2010-09-13T14:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:38:47.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up for air.....(part one)</title><content type='html'>Way back in June I looked at our summer schedule and started to feel suffocation.  It looked as though I was going to dive myself right into a whirlpool....and I did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But the memories made and experiences had&lt;br /&gt;could not have been matched.  Although Jay&lt;br /&gt;and I promised to 'schedule' ourselves out of&lt;br /&gt;a summer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It started with youth conference. After making sure the crazy sitter schedule(including sitter switch offs, piano lessons, swim lessons and track) was taken care of, I had a blast.  Rafting the Snake River in a hail storm, rescuing a stranded scout leader who lost his scouts, 8 mile hike, temple baptisms, marshmallow wars, beautiful scenery, fabulous food (thanks to our chef, who was also the recipient of a few pranks)....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who gets out of their truck with it running and doesn't expect to get left in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pitch black dark of the woods @ midnight?  &lt;/span&gt;A special patriotic purchase, Jackson hole......to read more about our experience &lt;a href="http://waltonwatch.blogspot.com/2010/06/warning-long-post-ahead.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.  Arriving home I had a few hours to prep for the next adventure.... Ragnar.  We had a BBQ for our team that night in preparation for the upcoming weekend trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6QAQEBPRI/AAAAAAAAEOA/_jPFzXBney0/s1600/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6QAQEBPRI/AAAAAAAAEOA/_jPFzXBney0/s400/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516504927561661714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6QA5dRJxI/AAAAAAAAEOI/HBJimcNYl4A/s1600/DSC00916.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Jay and I next to our lighted swagger wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6QA5dRJxI/AAAAAAAAEOI/HBJimcNYl4A/s1600/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6QA5dRJxI/AAAAAAAAEOI/HBJimcNYl4A/s400/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516504938673415954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay was my hero and amidst camps and work and all else, he was my pacer for the 9.6 mile midnight run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6P_DSYr9I/AAAAAAAAENw/jaohc_YMja0/s1600/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6P_DSYr9I/AAAAAAAAENw/jaohc_YMja0/s400/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516504906952388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;facing my uphill run....seriously should have trained a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; harder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6P_zxuniI/AAAAAAAAEN4/3XSJbsQnwhE/s1600/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnsuJFNJC8E/TI6P_zxuniI/AAAAAAAAEN4/3XSJbsQnwhE/s400/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516504919968751138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the finish line....we are done!&lt;br /&gt;On to a player 
